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Howlin' for Yule
Hello and welcome to my Christmas AUvent Calendar! Every day from now until the 24th I will be posting a ficlet that is 500-1500 from an AU I've done over the years.
All stories will be marked with the tag #12 aus of christmas so you can follow along as I will only be tagging my permanent list for this (it would get too confusing otherwise).
The next one on our list is: Werewolf verse. You can read the story here. All links will be to the first chapter, but the chapter itself will have links to the rest of the story.
Do you know how ridiculously proud I am of that title? Do you? Because I am so damn proud of that title. Also welcome to the one that got away from me. I could have kept it short. They dance, they schmooze, and they go home.
But I wanted to write more with this one and when I realized if I wanted this to end on the 24th, I should have started on the 13th, instead of the 12th, I figured I could extend this and post it Christmas Eve.
Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 7 Day 8 Day 9
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Eddie stood in front of a mirror and fussed with his tie. He usually got a chuckle from seeing his reflection in a mirror because according to Wayne that one only became a myth recently with them no longer using silver to back them anymore. But not even that thought could bring a smile to his face.
Because he had to look super nice for his boyfriendâs big Yule Tide âdo up at the new vampire covenâs place. After the Creel house had almost burnt down when Jason attacked, Chrissy thought it would be better to move the coven somewhere safer. Closer to civilization so that if that happened again, they could get help faster.
They had bought a beautiful mansion in Loch Nora that was able to house all the remaining members of the coven comfortably. It even had a large room just for balls. Which is what this most certainly was.
When Chrissy suggested it back in October, she had merely suggested party including the vampires and werewolves as a way to foster peace between them. But Steve, the beautiful big brained and even bigger hearted had suggested a Yule Ball for all the supernatural beings in Hawkins.
So that meant that all Eddieâs friends were going to be there and he had to look nice.
âYou look like youâre going to a funeral,â Wayne groused from behind him. âProbably your own judging from the sour expression on his face.
Eddie whirled around in shock. Wayne was standing there in early 18th century clothes in golds and browns. He looked amazing. âWhy canât I look like that?!â
Wayne looked down at his attire and then back up. âWould you like to?â
Eddie cocked his head to the side. âI mean we really donât have much time to make me something like that.â He waved at Wayneâs outfit. âBecause I donât think your clothes will fit me very well.â
Wayne chuckled. âOh ye of little faith. You take that monkey suit off, and Iâll play fairy goduncle. Go on.â
Eddie raised a questioning eyebrow but did as he was told. He hadnât been gone two scant minutes when he came back and all the clothes were laid out on his bed. Silks, velvet, and lace all in black. He would cut a dashing figure for sure.
He hurried to get dressed and then rushed out to the front to the kitchen and poured out a bowl of milk, placing it on the windowsill.
Wayne chuckled from the living room. âShe owed me a favor, but Iâm sure she will appreciate the treat anyway.â
Eddie shook his head. âItâs just good manners.â
Wayne nodded solemnly. He had raised this boy right. Not just in the ways of the supernatural, but in the ways of being a good human, too.
Then the sound of horses arriving, clattered outside their window and they both exited the trailer to see an elegant coach and four black horses.
âYour boy sure has a flare for the dramatic,â Wayne huffed as he was helped into the carriage by an actual footman. Something that Wayne had never experienced in his long life.
Eddie could only agree. In the last light of the shortest day of the year, the driver and footman seemed to glimmer as though they had a glamour placed over them to look vaguely human.
They pulled up to the covenâs new home and Eddie let out a wolf whistle. âThe new Dominus seems to have her own flare for the dramatic.â
âNah,â Wayne said as he exited the carriage, âthat just comes from being a vampire.â
They were shown into what Eddie could only call a ballroom. It was massive. It was currently setup with long mahogany tables with little nameplates in front of every placement. The eating utensils were gold, the glasses were crystal, and plates were fine china.
It screamed opulence and once Eddie would have turned tail and ran. But not anymore. Being a vampire changed that, for sure, but what really cinched the deal was the man, standing next to the Dominus in a beautiful red and gold outfit similar to what Wayne and Eddie were wearing.
Steve Harrington, Roane Pack Alpha.
To be continued on Dec. 24th
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Day 11 Day 12
I could have waited until the 23rd to post this one, but there was something symbolic about posting it on the day of the winter solstice. The longest night.
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Barbra Streisand: hey Stevie!
Stephen Sondheim: no, not again
Barbra: sooo... I love this song and wanna record it :)
Sondheim: I am not rewriting anything this time
Barbra: yeah sure... can I record, then?
Sondheim: of course, as I've written, right???
Barbra, already taking her notepad with 32 suggestions for new lines out: what?
Stephen: what?!
#barbra streisand#stephen sondheim#she recorded so many of his songs and none was left unchanged#she says it was really hard to convince him at times#but he would just write new verses anyway
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so what if im ovulating đ doesnt change anything
anyways closer to a full moon remus would be so mean and rough and sirius would have to be the one thats soft with you and praises you and its such a 180 it makes you feel even dizzier than you were already feeling, hed coo and tell you how âyoure doing such a good job for our moony, sweet girlâ and remus would just be grunting âmine mine mine mineâ
ive not rly studied for my exam do u think theyd pass me if i wrote this instead? xoxo
....... I'm not proud of this.......
wolfstar x fem/afab!reader close to the full moon (nsfw, 18+)
CW: pure filth, 100% smut. little fluff in the aftercare. p in v sex, cumming inside someone, over stimulation, slight subspace mention (?), slight dom/sub dynamics if you really squint and look at it sideways, writer is still new to writing smut and not well versed so be nice
There were quite a few things that Remus and Sirius had in common.
They were both very mischievous, they were both funny and teasing, they were both very protective and possessive, and they both seemed crazy about you.
But there were also a lot of differences between your two boyfriends.Â
Remus was calm and assured; he was your rock and safe space when life got crazy. He was the good cop to Siriusâ bad cop, he was always down to leave the party early, and he was so incredibly soft with you.
And Sirius, whilst soft on you, was rarely ever soft with you. He was boisterous and excitable; always down for fun and adventure. He was quick to anger but just as quick to fold when your lip wobbled or you bat your eyelashes at him, and he knew how to push all of your buttons like a professional pianistâs fingers dancing along the keys of your soul.Â
And it was because of this that you found your current predicament quite contrary to the norm (and thus, so much hotter).Â
âIâŚI canât, I canât.â You cried breathlessly; currently held upright by a strong arm around your ribs and another hand gripping your neck.
The only response you got from the boy behind you was a low grumble as he tightened his grip on you and thrusted into you with new vigor.Â
âCan you give Rem one more, sweetness?â Your usually very brazen boyfriend murmured softly, pushing some of your sweaty hair away from your face so he could see you.Â
You keened and shook your head as you felt Remus move his hand that had been roughly gripping your waist down to your clit; every muscle in your body strung taut in response.Â
âSheâs close.â Remus gruffed from behind you before replacing his teeth gently into your neck.
âAre you close, sweets?â Sirius confirmed.Â
It was too much, too much. You were very quickly reaching your⌠(third? Fourth?) orgasm of the evening and you werenât even sure youâd been going at it for that long.Â
Sirius was in much the same state, currently soft and satiated below you where heâd just spilled down your throat before you were pulled back up vertically to the sound of steady chants of âmineâ by Remus.Â
That had been his third of the evening too.Â
âYouâve been so good, baby; so good for our Moony, yeah?â He cooed at you softly as he sat up. You felt tears form in your eyes as Remus shifted you in his grip so that your knees were barely touching the bed any longer.Â
âTell her sheâs been a good girl, Moons.â Sirius encouraged gently, taking your hand in his that you quickly held in a death grip.
âSâgood.â Remus nearly growled behind you. âMy perfect girl.â
You cried out as you felt yourself fall over the edge one last time, tears falling down your cheeks as Remus fucked you through it.
Remus shifted his hands again to grip each of your wrists behind your hips and let your torso fall forward into the bed as he sped up his already merciless pace into your sopping cunt; the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing against the walls of the room.Â
You felt Siriusâ hand push hair away from your neck and rub a thumb against your temple.Â
âGonna fill your good girl up, Rem?â He purred to your boyfriend.
Though you couldnât see it, you could hear the two of them share a deep kiss which never even slowed Remusâ thrusts.Â
âMine.â Remus repeated as he pulled away from Sirius.
âAll yours, Moony. Show her how much you love her, hm?â
And with that, Remusâ thrusts stuttered before he was spilling deep inside of you.
He came with a sound that bordered a whine and a growl as he fell forward; his body blanketing yours and burying his face into your neck as you both fought to catch your breath.
Youâre not sure if you had fallen asleep, but the next thing you knew you could feel gentle kisses being pressed to your shoulder as Remus pulled out of you as gently as possible; with how oversensitive you were, it still caused you to hiss.
âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry, dovey.â He whispered; pressing more kisses to your neck. âAre you sore?â
You whined in response and tried to shove your face further into the bed.
âTalk to us baby, are you okay?â Sirius added, appearing beside you and encouraging you to face him.
âMâOkay.â You mumbled, staring what you were sure was rather dopily at your long-haired boyfriend.
âI think Pads ran you a bath, sweet thing.â Remus murmured quietly, rubbing soothing strokes up and down your spine from behind you. âYou feel okay to get up?â
âYeah.�� You sighed, though made no movements to rise from your current horizontal position.
You heard Sirius chuckle but Remus made a sympathetic cooing sound. âIâm so sorry, dovey. Are you sore?â
âNo. Just sensitive.â You grumbled as you pushed yourself up to sit back on your ankles. âThat was a lot.â
Remus sighed and brushed some hair away from your face. âIt was a lot, but was it too much?â He clarified; tone inlaid with a subtle vulnerability completely at odds with the relentlessness heâd just treated you with.
âNo.â You said as you offered him a sleepy smile. âNot too much.â
âI, for one, had a ton of fun.â Sirius said with a clap of his hands, causing Remus to snort a laugh.
âYeah I bet you did.â He responded teasingly.Â
âWanna take a bath, princess? Go pee and then you can climb in with moons.â Sirius instructed as he helped you stand up on slightly wobbly legs.Â
âNo, she can climb in with you.â Remus argued.Â
âWhy would she climb in with me? I ran the bath for the two of you.â
âI was the one who took things too far, so-â Remus started, causing both you and Sirius to squawk in protest.
âShe just said it wasnât too much.â Sirius drawled. âLet me take care of you guys!â
âNo!âYou listened to the two boys argue over who got to perform the aftercare for the other (and thus, who loved each other the most, according to Sirius) as you went pee and then sunk into the perfectly drawn bath alone.
#marauders era#marauders au#mutual love#reader insert#self insert#marauders fanfiction#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar#poly!wolfstar#poly!wolfstar x reader#poly!wolfstar x you#wolfstar x reader#wolfstar x you#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x you#sirius black x remus lupin#wolfstar smut#poly!wolfstar smut#elle does smut#ellecdc fics
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fluff daisuke x reader? literally go wild just make it cute plz <3
UHM UHM UHM I WOULD LIVE TO ACTUALLY IM SO EXTREMELY EXCITED TO WRITE THIS IM GONNA IMPLODE YIPPEE
Daisuke x Reader
Pronouns: second person
Tw: uhm, literally everything with mouthwashing, tooth rotting fluff, Jimmy
- Okay, so I'm gonna start this off by saying that while I think Daisuke is most definitely not well versed in like, committed relationships, he's definitely had some situationships and even possibly casual partners.
- Also, bro is definitely Bisexual or potentially Pansexual.
- He has little to no care about his partner's sexual parts or anything, he's just happy to be there
- but okok, so you both definitely met cause well, you work on the Tulpar, but you both worked in different areas of the freighter, so the most you guys would run into each other during the work hours was like, 4-5 times max.
- And especially as your trip began, it was almost difficult to try and socialize with people, especially if it's your first time doing this type of job.
- The whole abandoning family to go shoot through space for months on end tended to make even the most experienced veterans of this occupation a little tense, at least at first.
- But after a week or so, when everyone started to get more acclimated to being on the ship and doing their jobs is when everyone started to really get closer emotionally
- The first time you and him really spoke spoke (aside from from casual work small talk or halfhearted trash talk during games) was when you found him grabbing several sugar packets and shoving them into his pockets, dropping a couple as well.
- He looked over at you, shocked at being caught and almost immediately tried to explain it away with jokes or excuses, but you just chuckled softly and picked up one of the sugar packets, handing it to him.
- And even if he didn't know it then, that was definitely when he started crushing on you.
- The sparkle in his eyes as your hands made contact from him grabbing the packet, along with the soft smile on your face that came along with your snarky comment that he definitely didn't pay attention to, well it almost made him explode
- (Kinda like the Tulpar) anyways
- After that, he was kinda so dense about his crush on you, that everyone knew to a degree that he had something going for you, well except for you and him.
- You really didn't start crushing on him until a week or so later.
- On that particular day, Jimmy was just in a bad mood already, and you were just the closest target, having potentially done something even a little wrong with your job.
-He tore into a little extra harsh for him (during this time at least) and left you somewhat scarred emotionally.
-Well luckily, Daisuke was there and witnessed almost the entire thing, and we'll, he was gonna allow his new founded favorite person to feel bad over something so stupid.
- He walked up to you, striking up a conversation just as easily as he did every other day, but this time, after one of his stupidly funny comments he sprinkles in a "But I think you're doing a pretty good job."
- He said it with such sincerity, such kindness in your eyes that you couldn't help from blushing, even if he almost immediately glossed over the comment and continued yapping about some other thing (dude is a certified yapper)
- I think it could likely go either way with who confesses first, it just depends on the person.
- But if he were to confess, he'd likely start by approaching you and inviting you to chill with him in his room for a little bit, just as friends.
- So you both would be huddled together, trying to watch his tiny ass Gameboy screen as he played it, and he would be snacking on his stolen sugar packets, before looking over at you.
- And the lighting would just be perfect and you would look perfect and you would have this amazingly candid smile on your face, and he would just blurt it out.
- "Wouldyoupleaseprettypleasebemypartner"
- He would almost die from shock and embarrassment at the same time until you respond (obviously responding with a yes)
- So okay, I think generally in a relationship he would definitely have words of affirmation and physical touch as like, his main love languages.
- But he would likely just adore all of them regardless.
- He seems a lot like the type of person who just loves loving people, and doesn't care how
- But most of the time, in y'all's free time or minimal times you see each other while you're working, he will have some kind of contact with you, and he doesn't even know which its gonna be
- he just loves and adores like all of it
-Kisses? Yes. Hugs? Yes. Cuddles? Yes. Living inside of your skin? Yes.
- He also adds you to the most constantly yapped about topics.
- Poor Swansea is the most affected by it, mainly hearing all of Daisuke's random thoughts about you like all the time because he's just a certified yapper and I love him for that.
- Swansea had to ban you from being in his workspace during work hours because Daisuke will just, not do anything except like, fawn over you the entire time you're there.
- But at the end of the day, when there's nothing left to really do, you both can be usually found either
A. Playing games together
B. Cuddling together on the couch in the common area
C. In either of y'all's rooms (together obviously)
- And in almost all scenarios, you guys are just snuggled up together like two little kittens conserving heat.
- And even though you likely do some of the most menial tasks during the day, Daisuke will still praise you for them like they're more important than him literally stopping the freighter from imploding.
- In all, mans is actually head over heels for you, and is like a good 8/10 boyfriend
This was actually so much writing but like, anything for my wife Daisuke đ¤đ¤đ¤
Make sure you drink water and eat food :)
#mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#i hate jimmy#jimmy should explode actually#daisuke x reader#daisuke x gn reader#daisuke mw#x reader
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Listen, I know itâs not my usual thing, but I just re-read Dark Matter by mysterycyclone (iconic, so good, incredible, Iâve reread this at least ten times) and this newer work, Help Me, I Donât Feel Like Myself Anymore by Astra_Nova_Kat (itâs off to a really good and fleshed out, very long start- itâs like 20k for the first chapter omg).
I just. Love?? Them??? Theyâre both, urg, so good. The writing style, the way the story moves, the natural progression of plot and their usage of tropes are so well done that rarely does it feel awkward. Amazing. Anyways, they inspired me to put my two cents into the proverbial offering hat and while this might not ever be a realized fanfic, here it is? This will have multiple parts.
Uh, Iâm basing Peterâs personality off of the really tired millennial energy Tobey Maguire gives, the awkward but well meaning disaster vibes of Andrew Garfield, and the sassy acrobatic chaos gremlin of Tom Holland. All kind of mushed together with the hyper competence and maturity of both the PS4 spidey and pretty much most spider people. Heâs 22, or something but that doesnât really matter?? Background doesnât really matter because Iâm basically making my own spider-verse. Spider⌠past? Eh. New Peter!
Spider in Gotham AU- Pt.1
[Pt.2]
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Spider-Man swung through the skyscrapers of his city, enjoying the winds and sounds of New York as he kept a sharp eye out for crime.
He remembered doing this without any of the fancy tech his suit had now, when he was dressed in less protective clothing. God, 100% cotton while crime fighting? The spandex was better but god ugly.
His spider-sense blared. Spider-man quickly shot a web to the top of the building, going towards the danger instead of away from it.
He goes in feet first, years of knocking common thugs to legitimate gods to the ground making short work of the people on the roof top. He flips out of the way, dodging a blast of crackling green energy.
âHeyyyy, common robbers! Whatâs up with shiny lasers, huh? Breaking and entering not doing enough for ya?â
Spider-Man dodges a couple more shots, flipping again to knee a guy in the face, gently. The man goes down in one shot.
âStay still, you motherfucker!â
âDoes that actually work for you guys?? Like Iâm down to get killed but, man, Iâm not gonna stay still to get downed by some two bit thugs?â Spider-Man kept his words light and mocking, webbing up a laser gun and yanking it out of the womanâs hands. He punches her in the face and knocks her out, using the laser gun like a mildly bulky baton.
âEat shit, Spider-bitch!â
âOuch! Oh no, my feelings! Youâve hurt them!â Spider-Man shoots a web at the lady whoâd shouted and yanked, before smacking her straight down to the concrete of the rooftop. His hearing picked up two people coming up the stairway and Spider-Man tossed two web bombs, the metal mechanism attached itself to the wall, waiting for their unknowing victims.
Spider-Man ducked and weaved, downing goons as they piled on him while shooting bullets, lasers, and just charging at him with a bat or a crowbar. After eight years of pretty much this exact thing, Spider-Man had gotten the science of breaking up goon dog piles without hurting them too much to an exact measurement. He quipped at them until they got annoyed, which made them sloppy. Spider-Man sighed as another guy came at him with a crow bar and a gun that he was pretty sure was still stuck on safety. He crouched, kicking out their legs and dodging a swipe of a bat where his ribs would have been and webbed the guy to the floor. Yeah, heâll wrap this up and end patrol. Maybe he still had Mac nâ Cheese at home, or he could stop by Angeloâs for a sub?
Huh. His options for dinner was limited.
âTake this!â
Even without the forewarning of his spidey-sense, Spider-Man would have ducked out of the way regardless.
âShouting your sneak attacks isnât actually all that sneaky, you know!â Spider-Man kept his voice cheery and mocking.
âGet him!â
God, why were there so many people trying to break into an insurance company? This definitely doesnât smell like a regular B&E. With the shit heâs seen in New York, if it smells like a plot, acts like a plot, then itâs probably a villain with a tragic backstory with big, annoying plans.
Great.
Oh, speak of the devil!
âSpider-Man.â His senses blared.
He couldnât move out of the way fast enough, not without risking the life of the goon he was currently fighting, so Spider-Man took the blast the punched the breath out of his lungs. The wide eyes of the goon made up for some of the pain.
âUgh!â Spider-Man slammed into an HVAC, denting the metal. His suit, made special polymer blend from Wakanda that he saved for months to get, absorbed some of the shock. Shit, he hoped it didnât tear. It would be a bitch and a half to dip into the back up stock he had in his hammer space.
The goons left standing quickly rushed him and held him down to face the new boss.
âYouâve been getting on my nerves, Spider.â
âYeah,â Spider-Man coughed out, letting the two goons think they could hold him down on his knees as he recovered his breath. âI have that effect on people.â
âBut you could be an asset, if youâd join me?â
âUh, I donât join or sign things without knowing what Iâm joining or signing, my guy. My lawyer said so.â
The villain paused, helmeted head cocking to the side.
âYou have a lawyer?â
âYeah. Kind of? He does pro-bono work for the helpless cases. You know, like, a well meaning, crime fighting vigilante?â
ââŚDoes he do cases against insurance companies?â
âOh man, you too? Dude, this place sucks,â Spider-Man sighed.
âYouâve had trouble too? Then you must see why Iâm doing this!â
This was a bit weird, but if thereâs anything that brings people together, itâd be corrupt insurance companies. Heâs almost tempted to let them break in, just to be extra petty.
âNah, my neighbor? Sweet old lady. Theyâre screwing her out of her entire place. I totally get it, man. Hey, if you need a referral, you can tell my lawyer that Spider sent you. Heâs real good.â
âHow good?â The goons release him and Spider-Man stood up, stretching his limbs.
âLike, Dare Devil good.â
âYou know Matt Murdock??â
âSure do.â
âHe⌠heâll take on our cases?â
âDang, all of you?â
âYes. We can pool enough money to pay him for one or two.â
âNah, Iâm pretty sure heâll take you guys on for free. But it wouldnât hurt if you all went to meet him, just so he can decide which one of you has a higher chance to win in court?â
âWe will. Uh.â The villain paused sheepishly. Well, not a villain, more like an unfortunately angry and poor decision making citizen. âSorry about⌠you know, the blast.â
âItâs cool. I mean,â Spider-Man gestured to the rooftop, the bodies of unconscious people kind of laying around where he knocked them down. âYou guys might wanna check on them, yeah? Iâll let you go for now, but if you commit a B&E again, Iâll leave you webbed up for GCPD to find.â
âGot it. Sorry.â
Feeling good about himself, and plotting corporate espionage, Spider-Man went to help pry some people from his webs.
And of course, because Parker Luck kicks in only when Spider-Man felt like life was looking up for himself, Spider-Manâs senses blared once more as he knelt down to pull at some webbing.
âOh, shit!â He heard, right before a cold blast of something slammed right into his head, knocking him out.
And Spider-Man
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Larry looked at the the empty space where Spider-Man, the guy who took a hit from his bossâ blaster so he wouldnât get hurt, used to be.
He twisted.
âBoss, what the fuck?!â
âShit! That was accident!â Boss pulled herself up from the concrete, where she just ate dirt.
âWhere did he go?â
âI donât know, Larry! That was the experimental warped mode! Crap!â His boss scrambled with the controls, desperately trying to see if the magic gun her magician friend had handed her years ago had a reverse button. It didnât.
âWhy would you bring a test weapon into the field?!â
âI gave you all of my other ones!â She threw up her hands. âFuck, I feel so bad.â
Larry paled. âDude, Dare Devilâs gonna kill us.â
âHe doesnât kill!â His boss hesitated. âI think.â
Larry pointed to the empty space. âYeah? He might start with us. Spidey was a cool guy and you just disappeared him!â
âI know!â
Larry buried his head into his hands and tried not to hate himself for the entire situation.
ââ
Spider-man woke up, laid flat on the grimy ground of an alleyway.
âUgh. Just my luck.â He kept his eyes closed for just a beat longer to allow himself time before having to pull his shit together. Why was his voice high? And a bit squeaky? He pulled himself together.
âOkay.â He whispered to himself, before sitting up and taking stock of the situation.
First thing that hit him was that it stunk to high heavens. Gagging, Spider-Man looked to the right and- yeah, thatâll do it. He stood up on wobbly legs to try to move away from the overflowing dumpster.
Thatâs when the second, more important and decidedly more troublesome, observation hit him.
Heâs short. Shorter. And his suit was hanging off of him.
He could tell he still had his normal by now physiology, with the speeding heartbeat and the feeling of super strength. But heâs shorter. With a mounting sense of equal parts dread and resignation, he pulled at the hidden seam by his nape, relying on his both his enhanced senses and spidey-sense to tell if anyone was nearby or looking at him. He pulled the Spider-Man suit off, blankly folding it neatly as he stared dumbly at his hands. Theyâre small too. Shit. He stumbled to a nearby mud puddle and stared down, seeing his younger face in the contaminated water. Double shit.
Heâs starting to loose his composure. Heâd gone through a lot of bizarre things over the last eight years. But getting accidentally Detective Conanâed by a person he just helped was a new low.
The black under layer of his suit, a slash proof and fire resistant polymer Peter had designed himself in MITâs lab, was in a similar state.
With one hand, Peter Parker numbly rolled up his sleeves and pant hems. Great. Okay. Now what?
Ah. Shoes. He did not want to walk around in his too-big Spider-Man boots. He looked around. Well, thereâs the laces of what looked to be like a pair of dumpster shoes. âYeah, no.â
Shit. Does he still have access to his hammer space?
Peter reached into his pocket, and tried to reach for a pair of normal sneakers. His shoulder slumped as he produced a pair. Fuck yes. He still has access! And shoes! Theyâre ones he took off of a power line for a well off kid who didnât want it anymore. He was going to donate them to F. E. A. S. T. but heâs thanking the stars he procrastinated a bit on swinging by the center. He put them on. Theyâre a bit big, but itâs better than the giant-in-comparison ones he normally wears. You know, as an adult.
He hesitated with his mask. He should at least figure out where he is. He hoped it was still in the states. His mask blinked, the HUD in his lenses informing him that it was trying to find a connection. âThatâs weird.â He paused, grimacing at the sound of his voice. But it is weird, because he had his mask automatically connected to the world wide satellites Tony Stark had sent circling the globe for citizens without internet access as a back up option. So either he was somewhere even the Stark Satellites couldnât reach orâŚ
Peter swallowed, his mask pinging as it found a connection to piggy back on. He clicked his tongue twice to activate the voice controls.
âConnect to the local maps. Where am I?â
His masked followed the order. [Gotham. New Jersey.]
Peter stared at the words, gut churning.
Good news, he was still in the States. Bad news? Heâs shrunk, in a totally different state, and possibly in a different world because heâs not connected to the Stark Satellites he knew operated in New Jersey.
Peter Parker tilted his head back and allowed himself one verbal, panic level six and up, curse word.
âFuck.â
He took off his mask and leaned against a slightly cleaner part of the wall before hyperventilating.
ââ
Half an hour later, Peter smacked himself on the cheeks and pulled himself together.
âYouâre Spider-Man,â he hissed to himself. âHave a mental breakdown somewhere warm, you dumbass.â
Peter Parker was a champion, world class expert at compartmentalization.
He slipped his mask back on, and pulled up his âSo Youâre Stuck in an Alternate Universeâ list he had made with Ned so many years ago when they were high school kids and going through comic books to make contingencies because Peter was a little idiot vigilante hero.
âI didnât think Iâd actually ever need this kind of thing.â Peter muttered. He slipped his black back up gloves on to connect to his maskâs display in order to type.
âOkay,â he glanced at the side by side screens in his lenses. âMoney.â
Five things.
1) The emergency cash heâd stashed on him thankfull matched the pictures of cash heâd found on this worldâs internet. Yay!
2) He had $1000 tucked away. Not yay. Not if this might be a long term stay before he got back to his own dimension. Not if he wanted a place to sleep.
3) Luckily, thanks to his earlier search of where the hell he was, Peter figured out that due to the high crime rates- âDang, thatâs worse than New York on New Yearâs Eve,â he had marveled- Gotham was dirt cheap and that that meant 1k dollars could actually last him a while and he could afford a room for a month on $250. A whole ass apartment for $550. Peter seriously considered staying in this universe just for the rent prices. So what if thereâs rampant crimes? Heâd deal with it if the rent was that cheap.
4) Problem? Heâs fucking tiny. Who would rent to a person that looked like child? Not anyone upstanding, thatâs for sure. Heâs more likely to get mugged. Counterpoint: heâs in a city where apparently shady people are all around. Also? He doesnât have an identity.
5) If the fact that he couldnât connect to the Stark Satellites didnât convince him he was either in another universe or an alternate dimension, the visual graphics of the websites he visited would. It was like looking at Windows in the early way before Stark Co. bought them out and improved the design. Nauseating.
Okay, so, moneyâs not too urgent of an issue. Next on Nedâs list: Places of Interest.
Namely, libraries, homeless shelters, crime hotspots, and the like.
Peter snorted when he came across an opinions article talking about how Park Row became Crime Alley. And then he frowned, because that story was not painting this place to be even remotely nice. Then again, considering the crime rates and the various Rogues this place seemed to have in spades, that wasnât much of a surprise. Peter marks the place in his new mental map of Gotham as a potential area he could either disappear to or get a new identity at. He then marked the libraries, Gotham City Public Library and its many branches all funded by generous donations from a Bruce Wayne, the Martha Wayne foundationsâ shelters and charities, two supermarkets near the library, and a coffee shop he thought looked warm and cozy from the shitty pictures they have uploaded online. He needed coffee, dammit, and he needed it hours ago. Alas, he probably wouldnât get to go to one until he secured his finances.
Well, itâs not like he doesnât have practice being poor.
3) Which brings him up to Nedâs next, surprisingly reasonable for a teenager hoped up on a mountain load of sugar, point. Level of Tech.
Peter hid next to the dumpster, melding in with the shadows, as he continued his research.
Tech here was⌠well, he probably wouldnât have to worry. The thought of not having a Starkphone, even his older model, was painful considering the new versions of these WaynePhones were really⌠behind. Peter doesnât remember the last time he had buttons on his phone or let alone a touch screen that didnât use facial tracking and biometrics or even have a holographic display mode.
âUgh. Okay. Not the end of the world, Parker.â Peter muttered.
Now⌠People of Interest.
This was underlined three times with Nedâs red pens, with extensive subcategories.
Subcategory A? Villains, because âwhat if they put out a warning for a known villain and you get your butt kicked because you didnât know about them, Peter? Wouldnât that be embarrassing?â
He had replied, half focused on the list and the other on savoring the Millennium Falcon Lego set May had saved up for months to get him for his birthday, âI feel like if I was getting my butt kicked by a villain, Iâd probably have better things to worry about than my utter humiliation, Ned.â
âTrue that,â Ned had snicked and jotted it down anyways.
And⌠well, Gotham had a lot of villains. The Joker (ew, thatâs a crusty man in crustier face paint. This guy could learn so much from the cool mimes busking in Central Park. Like, how to do face paint. Or how not to be a massive murderous jerk. Thereâs Clayface, Two-Face, a bald guy in âMetropolisâ (a name Peter couldnât help but snort at because a city named city? Thatâs like naâan bread being bread bread. Or chai tea being tea tea) named Lex Luthor, and Scarecrow. He tabbed all of them and marked them for further perusal at a later date. From experience, he knew villains with a prominent M.O. and themes usually did more damage. Case in point: Rhino, and the million dollars of property damage the guy did everytime he escaped the Raft. Peter was seriously considering petitioning for the Raft to be placed further out just so he could have more warning the next time some assholes decided to free the prisoners and helped them escape.
He narrowed his eyes at the screen, his maskâs lenses following the movement. Heâll have to pick up a gas mask. Apparently bio-weapons are just a regular thing here and he really didnât want to get dosed with this âfear toxin.â Itâd be dangerous for everyone involved. Maybe if he gets his hands on a sample, he could build up tolerance and see how his immune system and metabolic rates affected the normal progression of the toxin. Ah, off topic. Heâs gotta focus.
Subcategory B: Local celebrities.
âWhy would I need to know local celebrities?â Heâd asked.
âIf someone came up to you and asked âWhoâs Tony Stark?â, wouldnât you clock that as super weird? You gotta blend in, Peter. Plus, you gotta keep up with the pop culture, dude. Itâs important.â
âYou just want alternate universe memes,â Peter grinned.
âThat too. If you ever go to an alternate universe and come back, youâd better bring me a truckload of memes or Iâll never forgive you.â
Yeah. So. Wayne? Super important. Like Tony Stark levels of important. He found threads about them and the local vigilantes and their charity works. Peterâs brain instantly catalogued the info, all but memorizing the deluge of pictures he found of Bruce Wayne and his kids. Maybe the man had an adoption problem? Conspiracy threads and memes popped up alongside his research. He tabbed one on secret societies, because as Spiderman, he had fought a disturbing amount of secret societies that, on hindsight, had been theorized about on threads heâs read on his free time. Somehow, somewhere, somewhen, a conspiracy theorist could be right. Peterâs not about to dismiss that. He also saved like thirty different memes to send to Ned when he got back. If he got back.
Peter smacked that thought away. Heâll get back to his city or die trying.
Subcategory C, underlined and starred: Other Superheroes and Vigilantes.
Yeah, Peterâs excited about this one too. After Matt stopped being Dare Devil (but did he actually ever stop?) and Wade dipping in and out of NY, Peterâs gotten lonely as Spider-Man. He missed training with them. Of course, the fantastic four were still operating, but he doesnât actually interact with them or the Avengers at all. Miles hasnât been cleared (by his mom) to go out as Spiderman with near as many hours as Peter cleared a night. Peter stood behind that because he remembered how horrible it was to work as Spiderman and try to balance school on top of it. Also, he was terrified of Mrs. Morales and would never endanger her son more than he already does. He did wave to Black Widow from a rooftop once, spider to spider, and that was pretty much the coolest moment of his life.
So. Uh. The amount of vigilantes and heroes in this world? Amazing. In Gotham? Thereâs like, a whole team of them.
Batman, Nightwing (who, Username: Draken Draken had theorized, was the first iteration of Batmanâs sidekick Robin), Red Hood, Black Canary, Huntress, Red Robin, Spoiler, the âday vigilanteâ Signal, the current Robin, and whispers of a âBlack Bat.â
And their unfortunate âNo Metaâ rule with the singular exception of Signal. Peter figured their term of Meta was essentially the same thing as his worldâs mutants. Heâs not sure which term he liked more. Eh, heâll worry about that later.
And thereâs a Justice League! Which, to Peter, is just a bigger Avengers. Thereâs aliens on this world too. Superman. Martian Manhunter.
Peter grinned from his place crouched next to the dumpster. Yeah, this is awesome. He quickly memorized everything he could find, cross referencing posts and picking out the nuggets of truth or at least popular truth from the posts he viewed. Like, Red Hood operated in Crime Alley and was a crime boss with morals. Cool.
Heâll go down the spiral later. He mentally thanked Ned who was the best guy in the chair a teenage vigilante could ask for. He should really text his friend when he got back.
For now, heâll head to the library and see if he could use their computers. He might need a card though⌠Peter quickly pulled up the search engine and found an Internet cafe. Ah, 24 hour internet cafes, the savior of his college days. There first, and then library, Peter decided. He memorized the instructions and pulled his mask off, tucking it away in the hammer space.
He walked out the alley and turned left, only to double take at his reflection in a shop window that was partially boarded up. Holy shit, heâs a baby. Heâs like. 10!
Oh my god.
Peter twitched, tearing himself away from the window before the shop owner decided he was less curious and more potential mugger before promptly remembering that he looked less of a threat than ever. Mixed feelings.
Peter hurried his way to the internet cafe, paying the guy at the front a little extra so heâd ignore the obvious minor without a guardian thing Peter hasnât gotten used to. Ugh. That was going to be annoying. He only paid for two hours and pulled up as many listings for a room as possible. By the end of it, he came out with $1 worth of fliers printed out and having funneled some billionaireâs offshore accounts into a new bank account heâd made by hacking into the bank servers. Does he feel bad about stealing? Yeah. But Peterâs a vigilante. Heâs done worse than nabbing a monthly sum of a couple of hundreds from Lex Luthorâs off shore accounts. Heâs not gonna get caught, and considering the guyâs rants on meta humans, Peterâs not feeling particularly guilty about it. Heâll do something good later to make up for it. Once he gets his footholds and can prepare his way back, heâll even return to the rest of the money. Probably.
Peter left the cafe with his sheaf of flyers, stopping by an informational stand with free tourist maps and plucked one quickly from its plastic holder. Heâll pick something up from the food vendors on his way to the apartments. Peter began walking, taking in the sights of the gargoyles and-
âNope!â He caught the wrist of a pickpocket. Itâs a kid and he immediately felt bad.
âLemme go. I ainât done nothing to ya, ya Yorker tourist.â
âOkay,â Peter shrugged. âDonât get caught the next time?â
The kid gaped at him. âShiâ, you must be really good at it. Iâve never been caught before.â
Peter wisely refrained from telling the kid it was due to his spidey-sense. He let go of the kidâs wrist and let a bit more of his accent out. âWhyâd you need money anyways?â
âFood, duh.â
âDude, Iâm starving. Tell you what. You show me the best sub shop nearby and Iâll pay for your food. Deal?â
The kid stared at him, wide eyed. âYouâre fuckinâ nuts. Whyâre you being nice?â
âIâm hungry? Do we have a deal, kid?â
â⌠Fuck it. Fine. And donât call me kid, shrimp. Youâre like what, eight?â
Oh. Yeah. Peterâs a kid now. He shrugged.
âIâm older than you. Iâm twelve.â
Peter blinked, frowning at how thin the kidâs wrists were.
âIâm Peter!â
â⌠Frank.â
He let Frank lead the way. Stranger danger doesnât apply to him, heâs a grown ass man. In the body of a ten year old him, but still. A couple of minutes, four sandwiches and a load of chips later, Frank was watching wide eyed as he demolished three four dollar subs.
âHoly shit. Where are you packing that away? Youâre a stick!â
Peter took a big bite of the sandwich as an answer. Frank looked down at his meal.
âUh. Hey.â
Peter made a muffled noise of question, mouth stuffed full of steak and cheese.
âSorry about. Uh. Trynna nick from ya.â
Peter chewed faster.
Frank continued, looking like he hated himself. âI wouldnât⌠normally steal from shrimps like you but I was desperate and⌠really hungry, so. My bad.â
Peter finished chewing. âAll good, dude. Eat your sandwich.â
Peter had the sudden urge to adopt Frank. Unlike Wayne, heâs not a billionaire, so he smacked that urge down. He could use a friend though. Now⌠how to be friends with a literal child!
âIf you feel that bad about it, you could⌠be my friend?â
Peter took in the wide eyed gaze from the twelve year old in front of him. Abort! Abort! That was too direct!
âYouâre fucking weird. But⌠okay.â
âThat was easy.â
Frank scowled, kicking Peterâs shin.
âOw!â
âWhatever, shrimp.â
Peter scowled. On his baby face, it came out as a pout.
Do not start beef with a twelve year old, Peter. Youâre a grown ass adult.
âHey, you know Iâm new here, right?â
âDuh.â Frank took a bite of his food.
âCan you tell me which one of these are legit?â Peter handed Frank the flyers. He took them, an odd look passing his face.
âYouâre looking for a place?â
âYeah? Why?â
Frank stared at him. Looked back down. He instantly got rid of four listings out of the ten. âThese are too close to the Alley. Theyâre probably traffickers.â
Peter hummed in agreement. Frank paused.
âYouâre just gonna trust me on that?â
âYeah? I can tell when people are lying.â Well, his spidey sense could, when he cared enough about the subject.
âWhat the fuck.â Frank shoved the rest the papers at him and guiltily munched on his food. âAre Yorkers all just like you?â
âDunno? Probably not.â
â⌠Whatever. The rest of the places should work. They probably wonât ask questions.â Frank flapped a hand at Peterâs new situation. Yeah, the shortness was getting to him too.
Peter nodded. Obviously, they were the more expensive places, but considering the new found resources heâd⌠acquired during his time at the cafe, it doesnât really matter.
âCool! Wanna go see it with me?â
Frank immediately took on a suspicious glare. âWhy?â
âI dunno? You donât have to if you donât want to. I just thought since you know your way aroundâŚâ
âUgh. Fine. But if thereâs anything shady, Iâm fucking dipping out.â
âOkay!â Peter grinned for the first time the couple of hours heâd been trapped in this new world.
ââ
Theyâd found an apartment with a landlord that got a weird, sad face when she was talking to them about the apartment. After like, an hour of walking around and Peterâs spidey sense screaming at him not to even go near the places Frank had left in the pile of maybeâs.
âWe walked all the way here. Ya not even gonna go in?â
âThe vibes are off. Itâs a no.â
And because Peterâs a genius idiot with no self preservation, heâd marked the places to investigate later.
Frank had blinked at him, mildly offended and nonplussed. After a while of spluttering, he just gave up. Eventually, they got here.
âI donât normally rent to kids,â the landlord lady said. Peter immediately liked her. âBut Iâll make an exception if youâve got the cash.â
âIâd like to see the unit first, pleaseâ Peter said. Heâs not stupid, and Gothamâs renting scene is both easier and harder than New York.
They toured it. Peter? Heâd seen worse. Heâd lived worse. Also, it had two bedroom and was $620. Yeah, Peter was really considering just staying here full time and commuting to his New York when he wanted to be a vigilante.
âIâll take it, maâam.â The landlord and Frank both snorted, sharing a Gothamite look.
âItâs Georgie, to you, brat. You just need the first monthâs rent, since Iâll wave the deposit for you shrimps. Utilities included. Your friend stayinâ?â
âNo-â Frank had started.
âYep!â Peter beamed, interrupting his new friend.
âWhat?â Frank turned, gaping again at this weird little kid who had enough money to rent a place and then invited a whole ass street kid he just met to live with him. âAre you stupid?! What if I rob you? Huh? I donât need charity!â
Peter slowly looked around the empty unit.
âUh.â
âNo, thatâs not the point!â Frank pointed a finger at Peter. âThatâs how you get yourself killed!â
âBut thatâs why you should stay! I donât know my way around Gotham soâŚâ
Peter looked up at Frank, using his shortness for maximum devastation. âPlease?â
Georgie leaned back on the heels of her feet, silently laughing. Itâs not every day she sees a Gothamite street kid get out stubborned by an outsider, but she knows better than anyone that Gotham is weak to genuine kindness. And this Peter kid, the one that reminds her so much of her own? Heâs practically filled with it.
âYeah, kid,â she said to Frank, snickering. âLook at him. Heâs gonna get mugged two steps into the Alley. Or anywhere.â
Frank flailed, but eventually, Peter handed over the money to an amused Georgie who gave them two keys in return and a move in gift of a pot pie.
âI gotta. Uh. Go get my stuff.â Frank had mumbled, dazed at whatever the hell just happened.
âOkay! Iâll see if I can go get furniture!â
âAnd lift them with your shrimpy arm? You wish.â
âI can use a cart.â
And really, he could, because Gotham had a lot of abandoned carts laying around. Like a concerning amount.
âCan you even reach the handle?â
âIâm not that short!â
Frank snorted, Georgieâs own chuckles following a beat after. Peter scowled at them.
âBe right back,â Frank promised, holding the key like it was treasure. He had been homeless for two and a half years now, so in his eyes, that key was as good as gold. He had somewhere warm to stay. Trying to pickpocket Peter was the best mistake heâs ever made in his short life. But he didnât want to take advantage of that, well, no, he did want to, but he doesnât want to take the genuine kindness for granted so heâll see if thereâs any street furniture he could haul back on his way.
âOkay!â
Georgie watched him go and turned to Peter.
âIf you need stuff, thereâs a thrift store and a grocery store that way.â She gave him the directions.
ââ
As soon as Frank and Georgie left, Peter immediately left his new place (and holy shit, he really didnât expect things to be this easy. In New York, he had to spend at least a week checking out places because he had to figure out whether the problem that cause subtle twinges with his spider sense was worth living with. Here? Itâs too obvious.) to buy supplies. He had $400. Until his new card came in, at least. Heâd put his new address into that bank account addressed to a âAnthony Benjaminâ before ordering a âreplacement card.â
Peter ran to the thrift store, hurrying before the last traces of the sun dipped below the smog of Gotham. A frankly absurd amount of blankets, towels, pillows, clothes, packaged boxers, socks and shoes around his size went into the cart. To his chagrin, Peter couldnât actually see much over the cart. Why the hell was he such a short ten year old? He blasted through the store, also guesstimating Frankâs sizes. He tossed in curtains, a used set of glow in the dark stars, and a lamp.
He also grabbed mismatched mugs, bowls, a bundle of cutlery, and a dented microwave he casually pretended to struggle getting onto the bottom part of the cart. Itâs like lifting grapes for him, but he looks like a ten year old soâŚ
He, guiltily, bought a mildly fancy camera in a set, with two separate lenses, even if one was cracked.
Not bad, for $150 total. Peter is going to definitely seriously consider commuting to New York. They didnât even care when he walked out with the cart! Well, that might be because of the cashier who gave him a pitying glance.
He stopped by a general store on the way back, parking his cart in a rapidly shadowy alleyway. He swung by the new section of the store that reminded him of a Dollar Tree and got cleaning supplies, toiletries, and two pans and a pot. He grabbed some canned food and a couple of frozen meals in the back. Seasonings, ramen, general pantry staples went in. A role of paper towel. Nice. Venom would have loved this store. With half of his budget blown for essentials, Peter quickly cut his spending off and
He quickly gathered his stuff and went back to the apartment, using his strength a bit to lift the full cart up the stairs at the front doors and into the elevator. It creaked like the first time they used it to go see the apartment, but it worked. Peter set everything up in the living room, pillow and blanket wise, and put everything in its proper place. The lamp was put up, giving more light than the old bulb in the ceiling light.
All Peter wanted to do was pass out, but since his dumbass took in a child, he couldnât sleep until this place was relatively fit for a kid to live in. He also wanted to wait for
So, thatâs what he did. Taking a sponge and the cleaning supplies heâd picked up earlier, Peter tackled the living room, scrubbing away at old stains and spraying mildew. He marked trouble spots- like that splinter worthy piece of floor next to the doorway leading to the hall between the bedrooms. Then the kitchen. By the time Frank cautiously peeked his head in from the front door, Peter had already finished scrubbing the over.
âHey.â
Peter turned, grime on his face but grinning. âHey!â I bought some stuff!â
Frank snorted at his face before glancing around the living room, eyeing the cart parked neatly on the side.
âSo you did. Didnât get mugged, did ya?â
âRude. No, of course not.â
Frank gave him a⌠frankly⌠unimpressed look and dumped his bag next to the pile of blankets and pillows Peter had piled onto the floor. Sue hiâ, they didnât have beds yet.
âGot somethinâ for ya,â Frank said neutrally before dragging inâŚ
âA coffee table!â Peter bounced towards Frank, hugging him before lugging in the heavy wooden table in. âYouâre the best! Whereâd you find it?!â
The tension, anxiety about Peterâs reaction, in Frankâs shoulders relaxed and the kid grinned. âAlley. Some asshole just left it there for anyone to hit with their car so I took it.â
âNice! We can eat on this!â
ââ
When they were getting ready for bed, Peter insisting on showers for both of them, Frank had reared up at the clothes Peter bought for him. Peter pretended like he didnât see anything and shove a whole tube of toothpaste and a new toothbrush at him.
âEw. Do I have to?â Frank asked, wrinkling his nose but taking the items anyways.
âYeah.â Peter said seriously. Frank gave a moment to wonder why he was taking orders from an eight year old before shrugging. He could brush his teeth in exchange for a roof over his head, food, and clothes. Itâs not even a fair trade, for Peter, anyways. Frank was enough of an alley rat to take advantage of that.
ââ
When Frank passed out, Peter couldnât sleep. Heâs exhausted, but he couldnât sleep.
So he took his new camera and climbed the fire escape to the roof top.
An hour later, he met his first vigilante.
âHey, kiddo. Iâm gonna need you to back away from the edge.â
âWoah!â Peter startled, jolting slightly off of the ledge he was balanced on. He twisted around to see Red Robin, hand outstretched and panicked look in his eyes.
âDude. Warn a guy!â Peter said, even though his spider sense warned him of an approaching person that was actively watching him.
Red Robin held his hands up. âMy bad. Would you- uh, not be on that ledge?â
âYeah, sure. My bad, bro.â Peter obligingly stood up and stepped away from the ledge. Red Robin relaxed then did a double take. Peter frowned. Is there something on his face?
âWhat are you doing up here, kiddo? Itâs late.â
Peter decided to scope out the vigilante. âCouldnât sleep,â he held up his camera. âIâm taking pictures.â
âOh. Thatâs cool! Can I see?â Red Robin approached warily, but relaxed when Peter didnât spook and try to take a shortcut to ground floor.
âSure! Itâs a new, well, not new but new to me, camera so I havenât had all that time to mess with the specs but the pictures turned out pretty good-â
âOh, woah. This oneâs great. That composition? Amazing. You caught the light perfectly,â Red Robin complimented. Peter brightened, knowing a photography fan when he hears one.
âPhotography buddy!â He cheered.
They talked for an hour after that, but Red Robin quickly sent him to bed once he remembered the time.
âAh, shi- crap. Itâs like 2AM. Youâve gotta go to bed.â
âOh, yeah. Sorry if I interrupted your patrol, Mr. Red Robin!â
âNo problem, kid.â Peter slipped back down the fire escape, not caring if the vigilante saw where he lived.
ââ
Up on the rooftop, Red Robin pressed a hand to his comm.
âRed Robin to Nightwing.â
âWhatâs up, Red?â
âDo you have a kid you donât know about?â Tim said, bluntly.
â⌠What?â
âOracle, can you share my cowl footage?â
âCopy. Oh, that kidâŚâ
âLooks exactly like Wing?â Tim said, peering down at the empty fire escape. âYeah. Talked like him too.â
âOh my god, heâs adorable.â Oracle said. Tim agreed. That curly hair? Baby face? Adorable. A bean. âDid you get DNA?â
âAh, shit, I knew I forgot something.â
âDo not break into his place and nab a hair,â Nightwing reprimanded, but his voice sounded distracted.
âHoly shit, you guys nerded out about camera placement and lighting for an hour?â Hood piped up.
âGet some rest, Red Robin. Youâve been working too hard,â Batman grunted through the comms. Awkward⌠but heâs been getting better at communicating his worry for his kids.
âSure thing, B. Heading back to the main cave. Red Robin out.
ââ
Peter: lay low and get home
Also Peter: talks to a vigilante
None of them think Peterâs Nightwingâs yet. Peter will know before them⌠eventually. Once this worldâs version of him gives up his memories to be absorbed by AU Peter.
#batman#peter parker#dc x marvel#Peter Parker gets yeeted into Gotham#spiderman#oc#red robin#dark matter#inspidered by the fic dark matter#yes thatâs a pun#dick Grayson#nightwing#dick grayson is Richard Parker#richard parker#Oracle#Jason Todd#red hood#tfw you get conanâed#Peter: making friends one roof top at a time#Spider in Gotham AU
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Hellooo 1st I just wanna say that I love how you write! The fics you post almost always puts a smile on my face when Iâm stressed and I just wanna thank you for that <3
Anyways Iâve been accidentally rizzing my friends up lately on accident with sweet words and I ended up thinking what would the biggest tsundere (literally) in twst do with an s/o whoâs very generous with compliments and poetic with words and is shameless with how cheesy they can sound sometimes
Iâm so sorry if my request is too vague huhu, have a good day! <3
THHAANNKK YOU *SMOOCHES* *GNAWS ON UR LEG* I LOVE U and may happier and less stressful times come ahead for you!
although you didn't specify which character...I picked who I believe to be the top three tsudneres of the game. Heuheuehu.
The prefects muse~
In which you find yourself utterly bemused by him, throwing out compliments and lines of infatuation that leave him a flustered wreck. How does he react to someone as valiantly passionate as you regarding your sweet words of honey?
Featuring: Idia, Riddle, Azul
Idia
Idia convinced himself you were just another introverted loser who had no care in your mind for other people, keeping to yourself, enjoying video games, and always open for degernate hours of playing video games.
what he did NOT know he was signing himself up for, was some sort of weird poet club bullshit. Yet there he was, sitting on the couch of the ramshackle dorm playing away at the new console he had gifted you he could feel your gaze burning the back of his head. Turning around slowly and almost with dread, your shit-eating grin blinded him with words of sweet-sweet cringe.
"Watching you play video games you can truly see how serious you are, it's adorable," Idia groaned with cheeks burning a bright shade of pink, burrying himself into the couch, "Ah~ I wish you would look at me like that, with such passion..."
"ugh..whhyy..." Idia murmured embarrassingly avoiding your gaze and remaining strong in holding himself together at your routine daily compliments.
"I can't help it!" You cried out theatrically, "Idiiaa...I can be like a video game. Play me, too!" That comment broke something inside of him that was supposed to be stayed hidden, his blue hair changing a bright shade of pink to signify the extent of his flustered state. You only giggled at this, as Idia attempted to hold in all self control by taking his hoodie, hoping the couch would just take him then and there.
Over time he became used to the fact that you would openly flirt with him, although that never stopped the second hand embarrassment that came along with it. What he wont tell you, though, that behind the rosey cheeks and tsundere display of dislike for your antics, was a heart that beat quickly and mind that secretly enjoyed your poetic and "old cringy" way of loving him.
Which just means your flirting is working, keep it up! <3 But maybe try to hold back in front of other people, he isn't sure how much more he can keep deflecting their raised eyebrows and teasing remarks...
riddle
Being someone who is well versed in the world of poetry and literature, he could often pin point where some of your lines may come from. His way of deflection is either correcting your sentences, or retorting with the next line. What he DOESN'T know how to deflect, is the string of compliments you give him on a day to day basis. At first he simply thought you were being kind in complimenting the way his hair shone in the sunlight- until Cater pointed out that your remarks were anything but the norm. That's when Riddle took more notice to it, realizing that your lines of poetry was not an exercise of the brain, yet an actual technique to flirt with him.
and it was working.
"Riddle~" You sang in the halls of heartslabyul, skipping much to his annoyance.
"Do not jump around in the halls," He chastised you, "What is it?" You gave him a mischievous smile with a toothy grin to match, clearing your throat and standing straight.
"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite."
Silence reigned for a few moments as Riddle blinked a few times, squinting his eyes to give you his typical "poker face."
"Is this another one of your attempts to 'flirt' with me?" He asked, you leaning against the wall and running your fingers through your hair in a flirty and playful manner. You nodded eagerly, to which Riddle gave a sigh and walked past you to continue whatever he was doing prior to your poetic interruption. Your jaw slacked open and you skipped (again, to his annoyance) to catch up to him.
"I swear I saw a smile! Turn around and show it to me, Riddle! Was that one good? Did I capture your heart finally?" You giggled, seeing how Riddle was obviously ignoring your feeble cries of searching attention.
Yet you were correct, he couldn't help but find his cheeks as red as a rose and lips curling up in a bashful smile. He would not allow you to see how you affect him, however.
Riddle tends to just ignore your flirting, now that he has come accustomed to it. Even in front of people when you would openly compliment him, Riddle continued sipping his tea seemingly unbothered. Whenever he would get strange looks to find an explanation to your questionable behavior, he simply shrugged.
"Do not mind them, they are always like this."
But at night by his lonesome, he was repeating your words in his head a million times over, that same rose colored tint upon his cheeks and smile with a blanket hard on his grip. Perhaps giggling a time or two to himself...for he never met someone as brazen as you. Not that he was actually complaining, though.
Azul
Flirting with Azul was always a treat. His reactions were the most flamboyant out of the other tsundere boys, he never failed to get some sort of remark and complaint out of his mouth whenever you sang praises his way. He attempted to be calm and collected, but the blush that painted his cheeks betrayed his cool demeanor.
"Is that a new coat, Azul? Ohohoh you do look dashing, If I do say so myself. Did you style your hair? The way it frames your face really brings out your features-"
"Stop, stop stop! Why must you feel the need to shower me in complimets?!" He cried out, burying his face into his arms upon the deak. The pink on his ears was also unforgiving for the poor merman. You chuckled and sat next to him, patting his shouders.
"I can't help it! If I see something I like, I must voice it out. Is it too plain? I can try and be more poetic. Let's see..." You used your hand to pull his chin, forcing his gaze to meet with yours. You inwardly teased him at the vibrant hue of his cheeks and flustered face, keeping it in as you leaned forward to gaze deeply into his eyes.
"Your eyes," you started, "Shine far brighter than any I have seen, even the most silver and sparkly of diamonds pale in comparison to your-"
"e-e-enough! W-what is this?!" Azul pulled away, tucking his head back into his arms and groaning, "Just...go back to what you were doing before! None of this...diamond...and..." He trailed off, words failing him. Azul was not used to such praises from others, he spent his entire life believing the worst every moment he caught glance in a mirror with a life time of self esteem issues. So hearing you so openly compliment him always left the man flustered and blushing, cringing at every moment you tried to stroke his ego.
He never truly get's used to it, only finds ways to ignore you. When you're around others and began to make a sly comment about how his hands look nice or how his skin looks that particular day, he closes his eyes and avoids anyone's gazes with a face full of color that even the coral of the sea could not compare. He often gets teased by his fellow classmates for this, but never actually speaks up in distaste to you. He could never admit just how much your persistent compliments thoroughly means to him, and how with every word he finds himself looking in the mirror with a little more enthusiasm than he once had.
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yes I like to use the headcannon that Idias hair changes color when he has really strong emotions aosdjflkasdjf
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hi!!! could u maybe write musician reader x harry idea dumping in the middle of the night???
a/n: u get it. this was fun to write teehee. song used is âa love letter from the sea to the shoreâ by delaney bailey! enjoy :P (this got away from me.)
warnings: nothing, cute fluff from our fave knuckleheads!!!!
âhi baby angel, what are you doing?â harry murmured, a grin on his face as he walked into the living room, seeing his wife sitting on the floor with her guitar on her lap.
âwriting something, i think,â she grumbled, scratching aggressively at her shoulder since her guitar strap was rubbing against it. âsomethingâs not working here.â
âwell, whatâve yâgot so far?â he asked, plopping himself next to her, resting his chin on his hand that was propped up on his knee.
âum, iâll play it for you,â she shifted in her spot to face him, itching her nose as she scooted. âiâm thinking itâll be called like, âa love letter from the sea to the shoreâ? i mean, i basically say it in the first verse anyway.â
âcute!â he replied, making her giggle softly.
âokay, um,â y/n began strumming, eyes closing as she played the round of chords she had in mind.
âcause you hold in my tide
i would die a thousand times
just to see you in another life
stopping after the second chorus, she drops her chin to her chest, hair curtaining around her face as she groans in annoyance. âi canât figure out the fucking bridge.â
âbaby, that was beautiful.â harry says seriously, eyes shining with adoration and utmost love.
âshut up. help me write this bridge.â she muttered, but leaning to press a kiss to his lips in gratitude.
âhm⌠what if yâlike, made it still ocean themed? like slow down the song at that part and make it so it sounds like the waterâs coming back up the shore.â he explained casually, not realizing how complicated that sounded.
âwhat?â she questioned, a confused furrow in her brow.
âlike, hold on, give me the guitar.â he held his hands out to grab it, settling it on his lap against his tummy when it was in his possession. harry furrowed his brow, humming a little before just barely singing the words, âmy loveâ.
y/n watched as he used relatively the same chords to strum a different pattern, already filling in the gaps with his hums. âi got it! h, wait!â
âsee, there yâgo lovie. jusâ needed a little boost, hm?â he smiled widely, his bunny teeth peeking out.
âgod, weâre fuckinâ good at our jobs.â she murmured after rerecording the song with harryâs added bridge. a giggle left harryâs throat at her look of relief, high-fiving her as she set her guitar back on the stand.
âshould i release it? i think we could probably record it tonight.â y/n shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, standing from her place on the floor.
âyâwanna record this song right now? its 2:45 in the morning, sweetheart.â he chuckled at her, standing up after she did.
âyeah, honestly. wanna be my producer for the night?â she giggled, moving towards him slowly, her hands coming to rest on his chest, then fanning out to the nape of his neck.
âsure, baby. if thatâs what yâwant.â harry promised, his hands resting on her hips. leaning forward, he pressed a kiss on her forehead, both cheeks, and eventually her lips, savoring the flavor of her chapstick that she loved to use before bed.
âi do want that, please?â she whispered between them, pecking his lips again.
âalright, lead the way, angel girl.â
âââ
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Jimmy x reader working on Tulpar (suggestive elements/gn)
Warnings: Jimmy being Jimmy, mild nsfw elements (at least I think they are mild), reader death.
Side notes: honestly, I could finish this earlier, but I gave it a bit more time which is for the better. I wish I could write more but I always feel that way so whatever. Lmk if there are mistakes!
â first things first let's establish if you had already been in the relationship prior to Jimmy joining Pony Express because that's important!!
â unless you have dog awful relationship, Jimmy would want you to work for Pony Express alongside him. Come on, wouldn't it be ideal: you two working together on the same ship, you can see each other all the time, you wouldn't miss him or wait for him to come back no fear of you cheating or leaving him when Jimmy is back from space hauls. He just wanted you to see his success first hand, Jim finally having worth, he wanted you to fawn over him so badly, to be proud of him even, though Jimmy wouldn't register it.
â if you didn't know each other when either of you joined P.E. and by extension Tulpar, Jimmy really wouldn't care about you (at first). Just another coworker, the man hoped you would do your job properly and wouldn't bother him too much. Your attitude and relatability would play a huge role in how fast Jimmy would fall for you.
â whether it's you two having established relationship or him just immediately taking a liking to you, Jimmy would be the one showing you around and teaching the ropes. It's captain's duty, but co-pilot can manage just fine (he definitely didn't press on Curly and sarcastically underplayed the importance of captain's involvement). Jim would want you to see how competent and well versed he was. He wouldn't miss the chance to fool around with you while on the tour (maybe give some... remarks with "double meaning"). Jimmy would boss you around, however, if you were already together it would be nothing new for you.
â I feel like Jimmy wouldn't slack off on his tasks to the detriment of his position. He was at work, though it didn't mean he had to do everything timely or put that much effort anyways. Jim would quickly get his tasks done and wander "aimlessly": you innocuously made your way through the ship, passing through Jimmy when all of a sudden he decided to smother your body with his, trapping you between himself and a stray wall. No one was there to professionally reprimand Jimmy's roaming hands, squeezing and caressing you through your uniform, dry lips kissing, licking and biting at your neck near your ear, whispering filthy things in between. Make any noise or accidentally grind against him and he would take you right there and then.
â other than those instances, Jimmy is surprisingly tame. He was never on the showy lovey dovey side of things, the fact that you two were dating may come as a surprise to some of the crewmates. Curly, however, noticed instantly. The way his friend looked at you, tired eyes glowing with something affectionate, the way he stood near you leaning in ever so slightly, the way he addressed and talked to you, and how his mouth tugged into a smile when you looked at him lovingly....
â designated rooms for each employee? What? You were sleeping together, in one bed, period. Your and Jim's work schedules most likely wouldn't sync but it didn't mean you two couldn't find an hour or two for lazing in bed. You can be doing anything (though it's preferable you focus on Jimmy), as long as he gets to have you curled on his side or caged in an embrace, with his face nuzzled against your exposed skin. His stubble itches and scratches, his brunette locks twist funny in between your fingertips and you have five hours of rest in total with an hour to yourselves, and even then, this right here, is something worth living for.
â you guys have sex all the time. Jimmy doesn't care if anyone hears or complains, they can cover their ears if it disturbs them. To give credit where it's due, he keeps quiet, but absolutely sabotages any attempts you make. Jim's sex drive might have actually increased with a new job, which he fucking loves, finally feeling self fulfilled. If you play your cards right like using praises and specific titles, this would drive Jimmy insane: he wouldn't stop until he passes out from exhaustion.
â Jimmy would say that it's the best time of his life. Stable, respectable job, a fantastic lover on his right side and best friend on the left side. When you get back from hauls, he can't stay on Earth for long, the man becomes easily irritated and restless. During this period, Jimmy gets huge tunnel vision and idolizes everything about his new lifestyle. He will get hurt immensely if you "criticise" Pony Express, or worse, him and his behaviour especially if you two go back before Tulpar. You expressing your unwillingness to continue working at Pony Express would be seen seen as betrayal and Jimmy would take it extremely personal. Good luck! Even when the glow dispels, you'd be lucky if he acknowledges your words at all.
Game scenario
â sometimes, even love is not enough and Jimmy is not an exception. Maybe you weren't in the picture just yet. Maybe he didn't think it through beforehand, assumed it was nothing to sweat about, deluded himself into thinking he was the one manipulated by her, or just acted on his darker, more disturbing and disgusting urges but Jimmy assaulted Anya while being in the relationship with you. It's a sad truth â it's not uncommon for perpetrators to be in the "healthy" relationships while committing SAs towards others.
â Jimmy would go through different stages of guilt and denial. He would think it didn't get to him but unknowingly he became paranoid of you finding out, maybe Jim even had to go out of his way to indirectly threaten Anya to keep quiet. This all came crashing down when he learnt of pregnancy. The mental image of your face upon hearing the truth flashed before his eyes for a split second and it was enough for Jimmy to head to the cockpit..... it was better to end everything now while it was on a positive note.
â you become a much needed mental anchor for Jimmy post crash, even if the accident took a toll on your mental wellbeing. With you around, he could still make it better, he could fix the mess he was thrown into. He was your only hope, your only comfort and salvation, he couldn't let you down. Jim was the captain now and you were his trusty right hand, his "co-pilot". You believed in your partner, right? He tried his best for everyone, for you, you did know that right?
â but no matter how much Jimmy tried, he was still slipping down and down further into the abyss. His hallucinations would get more persistent and deranged: now Jim had to keep his eyes on you constantly, afraid of you suddenly disappearing or finding out about his actions. Bans you from visiting Curly, as he was the sole witness who saw Jimmy crashing the ship, what if he revealed that to you somehow? Previous captain didn't deserve your pity too, it was Curly's fault for putting all of the crew into this situation.
â Jim begun isolating you even more, insisting on following you around or you being close to him, holding you tightly from behind when you slept, too tight sometimes. Would eavesdrop on your conversations with the crew, on a lookout for anyone threatening to take you away from him or tell you most ridiculous lies about him. For each of the crewmates, Jimmy would find a reason for you to avoid them. Would get annoyed if you protested or refused to believe him. Jimmy just wanted the best for you always, why were you so uncooperative and ungrateful?
â why?? WHY?? His fingers slipped, he didn't meant to-- You were beyond horrified when Jimmy emerged from the med bay with a gun in hands, pointing it at Swansea. Previous shock from Anya's and Daisuke's demise hasn't worn off just yet, nothing could prepare you for two gunshots bouncing off the steal hollow walls of the ship, deafening you for a moment. --If only you listened to him just this time, gave him room for explanation, nothing like that would happen-- When you recovered, you turned and run, run, run to anywhere the ship's constraints allowed you, away from Jimmy. The sound of his boots, heavily landing on the metal grates, getting closer terrified you more and more. Deranged yells, cries and scream resounded in the empty dark hallways in a grisly cacophony.
â ...until --he will fix this, his aim was off he didn't mean to shoot you there-- A loud "bang" made you shudder â you fell forward from an acute pain in your back. Like a spear piercing your ribcage, suddenly you couldn't breath -- just stay alive for a little longer, please god just give him some time-- You didn't notice how you were turned and gathered into Jimmy's arms, his hair tickling your face with how close the man got to you. The last face you have seen before your death was of the person you once loved, now wearing expression of sadness, anger and pure desperation, his hands painfully pressing into the gun wound he himself left. The nightmare was over, it was time to wake up-- don't leave me... I love you...you said you loved me too...you said so....you can't leave me now.... please....
#i forgot which tags i used help#mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing x reader#x reader#i think...oh well
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Hello. I was wondering if you could write an imagine in the BMD-verse (been following it for a while now; love, love, love it, by the way!) where Ben cries?
Like something really bad happens in general or to the Reader, and he losses it? I mean, personally, I have never known this man to cry, and I would love to see you conjure up something that could possibly elicite that reaction from him.
But no pressure - will definitely understand if you don't want to write it!
Oooh, so you really wanna kill me, huh? đŤ đđ
Lol it's okay, thank you for loving Break Me Down!! It's one of my favorite story verses that I've been able to create on here. â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
This request was difficult for me on multiple levels, but I think I was able to pull it off? (I'll let you be the judge.) This is set in the BMD-verse, shortly after "Love Actually."
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader
Word Count: 2,400 Tags/Warnings: Major angst, show-level violence, hurt/comfort, "twist" ending (you'll want to read until the end, trust me).
Imagine: Ben loses you.
Ben restrained another sigh when he realized you were no longer walking next to him.
He turned and saw you stopping in another damn kiosk, this time looking at a selection of Pashmina scarves. As if you didnât have enough clothes.
âWeâre not here for a damn shopping spree,â he called after you.
He ignored the people who glanced at him as they walked past, a couple of them even shooting him an annoyed look.
One didnât just stop in the middle of a busy sidewalk in New York City, but as with most societal protocols, Ben couldn't really give a fuck.
He almost started tapping his foot. Instead, he crossed his arms as he glared in your general direction. You were smiling and chatting with the woman selling her wares as you finished the transaction.
Ben at least could admire the view of you bent over in those tight jeans and ankle boots. You also wore the dark green winter coat he bought you last month, lined with faux fur to keep you warm.
When you eventually came back to him, you shot him an amused smile. You held a new scarf in shades of green and blue, to match your coat. But you also held out a new pair of leather gloves for him.
âHere you go, Grumpy. I didn't forget about you,â you teased. He raised a wry brow at you and took the gloves. He inspected them with a half-critical eye.
âAnd how much did these cost, five cents?â
You rolled your eyes and kept walking. He caught up with you and slipped the gloves into his pocket.
âMy hands donât get cold anyway,â he reminded you. And you often complained that his body heat was like a radiator, especially at night. Although, you hadnât been complaining since the winter turned frigid this February.
âAll right, whatever. Just donât say I never get you anything,â you quipped. âBesides, you know you love to accessorize.â
A smirk pulled at Benâs lips. The gloves were a half-assed gift, but he still wore the watch you got him for Christmas proudly on his wrist. That was a nice silver Rolex.
âAll I know is, weâd better not be late for this damn meeting,â he said. âI donât wanna hear Malloryâs fucking mouth.â
The two of you had made a day of coming into the city, hitting a nice brunch spot and ice skating at Rockefeller center before your date had been rudely interruptedâby a call for a new mission.
Grace Mallory had been a bit cryptic on the phone, but it had something to do with the mess Ben left of the drug cartels in South America. After they got back to the States, Ben left that âbusinessâ behindâŚhe just hadnât thought of how that would shake out in Colombia. Â
So now, you two were headed to the Supe Affairs building. You slipped your arm around his, while his hands were in his pockets. You looked up at him with a smile.
âTry to enjoy the little things, Ben,â you told him. âWe had mimosas and some bougie ass lobster tails with our eggs this morning. I skated circles around you on the ice. And now weâre going to get some work done.â
âOn our day off,â he retorted.
âTo be fair, you made the mess, Mr. Kingpin,â you pointed out. âWeâve just gotta clean it upâŚas usual.â
âHey," he eyed you. But you both knew the warning had little heat behind it.
He still reached for your cheek and brushed his thumb across it. He felt how cold your face was, and he stopped for a moment in the middle of the sidewalk. Neither of you cared when pedestrians gave you dirty looks as they passed by.
Maybe you were right though. Maybe he should take stock of the small moments. Ben held your face with both hands and caressed some warmth back into your skin.
Your smile softened, and your eyes closed when his lips found their way to your forehead. He then took the newly bought scarf out of your hand and wrapped it comfortably around your neck.
âWhat a gentleman,â you said, with a small grin.
Ben smirked down at youâŚuntil his face fell.
He heard the whistle of the bullet before he saw it.
It took him another second to move, grabbing you and shielding you with his entire body when it hit his back. The bullet itself bounced harmlessly off his skin, but the inner compartment of Novichok exploded like a small smoke bomb. The smell was too familiar to him to be anything else.
Ben coughed and was forced to push you away from him before the gas reached you. You yelped and almost tripped on your feet, but you scrambled back against the wall of a drycleaners. Your wide eyes met his as his knees buckled; the gas had clouded around his head.
âRun!â he shouted through fits of coughing.
You hesitated, for just a second. But when another bullet ricocheted into the wall behind you, near your head, you ducked and had to take off running.
You wove through the busy sidewalk, pushing people out of your way as you went. Whoever was after him this time, you had a feeling these were the people Ben had pissed off in Colombia.
Fuck! You sprinted past an alleyway and saw the hand coming for your arm, but even when you turned, there was another man, dressed a black military-style uniform with his face covered by a black mask, waiting to grab you from behind.
It was muscle memory. You released an elbow into the manâs neck, a punch straight into his teeth and nose, then kicked his knee out with the heel of your boot.
You grabbed your gun from under your jacket and would've shot him, except the next man wheelhouse kicked it out of your hand. You stepped back on instinct, ducking the following punch, and the rest of his arm to run in the opposite direction.
The first man pointed a large automatic gun straight in your face. You gasped and put your hands up. With a quick glance in either direction, you realized that theyâd cornered you.
Your hands were pulled behind your back by someone else. Thatâs when they started dragging you toward a black SUV parked in the corner.
Except that car was soon destroyed, by an old Honda Civic being shoved into it. The SUV's hood constantined like an accordion.
You looked up with wide eyes, and there stood Ben, at the crossroads of the alley. He was furious.
âSoldier Boy,â greeted the man who once again held the automatic gun poised at you. He pulled down his mask, revealing the tan face of a middle-aged man.
He moved over to you and grabbed your arm from his subordinate. He raised the gun to your back. With one press of his finger, your insides could become Swiss cheese.
Your jaw clenched as you tried to take in even breaths. You focused on Ben. His green eyes met yours, and briefly you caught the worry behind them before his steely gaze moved back to the man who held you.
âPretty ballsy, Reyes,â Ben said. His voice was a drawl, more controlled than he felt. âYou really thought this was gonna go down that easy?â
Reyes scoffed. âYouâre the ballsy one. Taking off with all that product you stole.â
âYouâll have to take up with the CIA on that one,â Ben replied. âThey confiscated all the smack from my place. Probably reselling it to a few hobos down the street. Youâre welcome to check under the bridge over there.â
He gestured in the direction of the Hudson River. Â
Reyes shrugged. The sound of a gunâs safety being clipped back resounded through the alley. You felt the vibration of it on your back. Your eyes closed for a moment.
âBad news for her,â he said.
"Hey," Ben snapped. "There's no fucking need for that."
"I think I'll decide what we need," said Reyes. Your lips pursed as the gun dug into your back. "Maybe it's your bitch's insides at your feet."
Ben slowly raised a placating hand. Though his gait was still relaxed and arrogant, as always, you knew it was a well-crafted act. To hide his anger. His fear. To seem in control of himself, and to reinforce the intimidating presence he still was, even unarmed.
âListen. If itâs money you want, we can work it out,â Ben replied.
His eyes once again found yours. He could see you were holding your breath. You were good at hiding it, but he knew you were scared. He wanted to tell you that he had this handled. That everything would be all right.
He focused on Reyes again. The other man considered the supe with a tilt of his head. He sucked his teeth and spit on the ground, out of the corner of his mouth. It was mixed with a bit of blood from when you'd punched him in the teeth.
âOkay, my friend,â said Reyes. âLetâs work this out. Pull out your phone.â
Ben made slow movements in grabbing his phone from his pocket. They all stepped further into the alley to avoid prying eyes and discussed the transfer of funds, and how much was fair. Ben claimed he was giving him a deal with his first offer.
Reyes demanded three times that amount. Ben raised his brows...but he complied. The money transferred from his bank account.
âOkay, weâre fucking done,â Ben snarked. He gestured at you with his eyes. âLet her go.â
In his mind, he was already contemplating how thoroughly he'd rip Reyes apart for this. After you were safe. He'd have a first class ticket to Medellin by tonight, ready to Colombian-necktie this cocksucker.
Reyes sighed through his nose. There was still about ten feet between him and Ben. He didn't seem to think it was enough. He took the gun off your back and backed up with you a few steps. Eventually, he released your arm.
âCome âere, sweetheart,â Ben reached a hand out, beckoning for you. You met his gaze once again, and let out a subtle breath.
You took three hesitant steps forward.
And the gunshots echoed horribly through the alley.
As it turned out, Reyes always had an escape plan. You were merely the distraction.
It proved effective, as Benâs protest rang out as soon as the bullets fired. He raced forward and caught you as you stumbled, but his hands soon became coated in your blood; it fled from your back in thin rivulets.
You gasped and clung to his arms. His ears rang with the sound, along with tires squealing and shouts and police sirens. All he could focus on was the color draining from your face.
Both of your breaths came out ragged as he slid with you down to his knees. He brushed your hair away from your face, even as his blood-covered hand stained your cheek. Your pained eyes drew up to his face. You tried to speak, but you didn't have the strength.
âI hear the sirens. Theyâre coming for you, take you to the hospital,â he promised. His voice was rough, but his throat was tight. His eyes scanned over you. âAll you need is my blood andâŚChrist. Fuck it all.â
He laid you down on the dirty asphalt and hurriedly yanked up his coat sleeve until it ripped. It exposed his arm. He was about to drag a blunt nail across his own skin to bleed into you.
âBen.â Your fingers twitched against his knee.
When he looked at your face, there was no longer life in your eyes.
His own were wide, almost uncomprehending. His breathing was harsh as empty hands fell to his thighs. His head felt heavy, though his ears were still ringing.
He drew enough strength in his hand to wipe the blood from your cold cheekâŚbut your face was beginning to blur.
Or not, he realized, as the sting in his eyes took him by surprise.
In a fit of mania, he gathered you back up in his arms and ignored the wetness covering your back. He held you, impossibly tight. Tighter than heâd ever held you, because he was alone in the alleyâŚbecause he was alone again.
And it was his own fault.
His eyes squeezed shut against the burn, but it was futile. Everything was. His breaths were sharp and stifled as pain tore inside. A pain worse than anything the Russian's could've inflicted on him.
His lips pressed against your forehead, trembling there. The first drops of wetness rolled down his cheek. He couldn't stop it from happening, but then again. He guessed he truly was a failure, after all.
You made the messâŚ
His first tears had been spent at his motherâs funeral, when he stood alone at her gravestone.
His last ones would fall and die with you.
âBen,â your voice was soft but insistent.
He finally woke with a start. A sharp inhale through his nose.
He had been sleeping on his side. Before he even truly registered where he was, in the safety of his bedroom, he turned his head toward you.
His eyes found your face in the dark, over his shoulder. Your hair was frizzy from sleep. The strap of your nightgown had fallen off one shoulder. Your face looked bleary and tired, but you frowned in concern.
âYou okay, baby?â you asked. Your hand soothed across the dewy skin on his arm.
Benâs throat constricted. He was starting to remember bits and pieces of the dreamâŚthe nightmare. He rubbed at his eyes, then dragged a hand over his mouth.
âYeah,â he said at last.
âHmm.â Your gaze narrowed at him. âYou sure?â
Ben had only enough energy in him to nod in response. His heart was still racing. Maybe you sensed that, because you leaned onto his arm and dropped a hand down his chest. You kissed his bare shoulder with soft lips, and he couldnât help himself.
He raised a hand to cup the back of your head. He let out a long, relieved sigh through his nose, closing his eyes. Then he turned onto his back and brought you closer, with an arm slipping around your frame and pulling you against his chest. You made a sound of surprise, but you went willingly.
You brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from his face and pressed a kiss against his neck, to his jaw, his cheek and above his brow. He accepted it all and tried to calm his breathing with the feeling of your touch, and the smell of your flowery soap that lingered on your skin.
With a hand still cupping your head, he guided your lips to his. He claimed you slowly, but with purpose. You answered him by tilting your head, deepening the kiss for a moment.
You parted from him just as slowly. You knew everything wasnât okay, but you also knew it wasnât the time to push him for an answer.
Maybe in the morning, you thought. âŚIâll make pancakes. Haven't done that in a while. And heâs always happier with something sweet.
You rested contentedly against his warm chest and let his heartbeat, gradually slowing back into a steady rhythm, lull you back to sleep.
Ben tangled his fingers into your hair. He laid one more kiss on the top of your head.
And for damn sure, he was going to cancel that trip into the city tomorrow.
AN: I know, I know. The "it was all a dream" thing is super cheesy, but I couldn't leave it on heartbreak. I just don't have it in me with these two. đĽ˛â¤ď¸âđŠš
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| shitty 808s - kim jongseob x gn! reader - 1.2k wcâď¸
my notes⯠sorry for not writing in a bit- I got hit by a scooter and lost hearing in my left eye. anyway- enjoy! (ilovejongseobsm). also the reader is younger than jongseob- so they're the maknae! warnings⯠lowercase intended, cursing, not really proofread, I don't know jackshit about making music- I do make it just for fun but I don't know it on a professional level. songs⯠"take you there x no bs" | dj short and "trillions" | alicia keys
âdude this sounds like shit.â
âitâs literally only 808s. itâs not going to sound good.â
âtell that to carti.â
jongseob groans and relaxes his body into the creaky studio chair. from where he's at; body slouches and neck bent, he feebly grabs for the mouse, each time he reaches he just barely misses it- giving a pitiful grunt every time.
you slap his hand away playfully, scooting your chair over in his place to play with the track. in the 30 minutes you've been in the studio you only managed the 808s. ass, in your opinion but something to start the song off as a base.
"what are you doing?" he mutters, looking towards the desktop screen. the black background of the software lights up every time you move around tracks. the purple and blue sections reflect off his glasses, "stop pressing stuff, you're gonna mess it up."
a scoff leaves your lips absentmindedly, choosing to replace the pre-made 808s with a original. you play it back for a spilt second- nodding to yourself feeling content in your work.
"you should be thankful I'm helping you," you start, adding a few high hats some measures into the song, "today is my off day and youngji just came out with a new episode."
he rolls his eyes and reaches over to grab his water bottle, he uncaps it and throws the lid on your lap. you make no effort to move it, "you would've had to come in eventually. jiung needed you today to record your verse."
you reach over to twitch your hand infront of his bottle, as if faking him out. he jerks his body away from you quickly, the water shakes in his hand- some even coming from the top and onto his sweater.
"bro." it comes out weak and quiet, a frown forming on his lips but you're quick to talk over him;
"for him, I wouldn't have complained. it's different when I have to do it because it's scheduled then come in to help someone work on his song." you spilt the back ground voices you added from files and slip in theo's guitar solo along with a 4 bar bass drum.
at this point you haven't listened to what has been added, jongseob still hogging the headphones. though you have enough confidence in yourself, and as one of the main producers, to know that the song will be somewhat decent- and way better than whatever he had before.
"what even is your inspo?"
"'bambi', baekhyun."
he makes a face, "sexy, no?"
you shrug, clicking around on the application to add some reverb, "piece will love it, fnc will tolerate it, intak will be happy. what more is there?"
he doesn't respond.
the difference between the software when jongseob had it compared to it in your hands is insane. infront of you the screen decorated with rainbows of colors, the static lines tracking the sound range from lengths and size. it's beautiful.
you feel a heavy weight on your left arm and look down to see jongseob leaning on you, he lets out a tired breath, and reaches up to fiddle with the loose string on your sleeve.
"are you almost done yet? you're hogging my equipment and I have other stuff I need to do."
"is all you do is complain?" you ask, titling the song with a random phrase and saving it, "because if that's the case I'll just get keeho."
his grip on your sleeve tightens as he tenses. for some reason jongseob is afraid of keeho- the latter always picking on him and fighting him. you would ask why and how it started but in all honesty, you couldn't really care.
"no no no, it's okay. you can keep working."
a proud smirk graces your lips as you reach over to slip the headphones off his head. he lets you, reaching forward to give you better access, smiling when he feels your hands pat down the mess they left.
you bend down slightly, apologizing when his head falls from your shoulder, and blindly reach for the tower to unplug the cord from its socket. "alright," you mess with the setting once more, turning the volume up enough so it can be heard. "you ready?"
jongseob yawns, "about time." you smack him upside the head.
the song is only about 3 minutes long, but in that three minutes it sounded wonderful. even though you were on playing around with it, something to keep jongseob satisfied until he could figure out what he really wanted to do with it, you think it could actually be the final product.
as the song plays you would take a look at his face to gauge his opinion. he seemed to like it; bobbing his head with the melody, a soft smile on his lips. it made you feel somewhat better about missing youngjis' show.
"okay, what do you think?" you ask as the beat fades out, you pause it so it doesn't play again and turn your body towards him, knees knocking each other.
he doesn't say anything for a minute, staring at the poster on the wall behind your head. his face is back to neutral. you think about snapping your fingers infront of his face to wake him up.
after a while he takes in a breath and says, âbuns, actual buns.â
âyouâre only saying that because itâs not jiung working on the song.â
he doesn't say anything but nods in agreement. there's a cheeky smirk on his face. "if that's the case, I'll just delete the song." you move the mouse to press erase before a hand catches you before you do.
"don't." he says, a mild glint in his eye as he pries your fingers from the mouse. he gently places your hand back in your lap while maintaining eye contact, moving the device to his side of the table.
"so it's not 'buns'?" you ask, the smirk back on your face.
he hesitates and then says, "no it's still ass, but why would I delete it just to start over, waste of time."
you laugh and go to answer but your phone vibrating catches you off guard. you use your face to open it to read the message;
ëŠí 뼴 (mentor) come to floor 4 pls, we're ready for you :)
"uh oh," the chair beneath you slides backward as you stand up to collect your belonging. the bottle cap falls from your lap as you hand jongseob his headphones, "duty calls, i'll be gone for about an hour or two, if you need me, don't. I'll be busy."
he laughs, watching as you put on your shoes. you places a kiss on his head as you retreat for the door. you hear the clicking of a mouse and muffled music from behind you.
as soon as you reach for the door knob a voice calls out. "yeah?"
jongseob, hood pulled back so that you can see the bangs of his brown hair, his glasses that reflect the sparkle in his eyes, and the big smile on his face says, "I know I give you shit but thank you. you saved me a lot of trouble."
you smile back at your elder, a content look matching his own, "hey, anytime."
you close the door and head towards the elevator.
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âăăâż jily fic recommendations âż ăăâ
Some more AUs I've been loving. I'm trying to alternate between AU and canon verse rec lists so bear with me. Remember that if you like a fic you should definitely let the author know as such.
For reference, anything in italics is taken from the summaries on ao3.
theogony by @clare-with-no-i
The trip that Lily Evans expects to go on is the annual pre-dissertation jaunt to Athens with the rest of her Classical Civilizations PhD program. The trip she does not expect to go on is to 479 BCE, right on the cusp of one of the most important battles in the Greco-Persian war. Now, she has to navigate antiquity as she tries to find her way back to the 21st Century, Godâor godsâhelp her.
James wants to win this war. No, James needs to win this war. He is a man of honor and duty, and even if it means dying a gruesome, bloody death, he will go down in history as one of Athens's great warriors. He will suffer no distractions; not even beautiful ones who speak strangely and refuse to listen to his orders.
 -- OR: The Outlander-Meets-Ancient-Greece Jily AU that no one asked for Maya dreams of.
I can't believe it took me this long to read this fic but OH MY GOD!! Clare's writing is phenomenal, I've known this for a while now, but THE DEDICATION TO HISTORICAL ACCURACY, I'm so impressed. If only I could put even half that amount of effort into my major essays for school. EVERYONE GO READ THIS NOW
Sweathearts' Special by @tinyluminaryzombie
What happens when your coffee shop nemesis, asks you to pretend to be a couple?
Or "Iâve been staring at the stupid cupcakes for the past hour, and they look way too good. Anyways, would you be willing to join forces and pretend to be together for the free cupcake and coffee?â
Welcome to Pettyville by @women-inthe-sequel
When Lily Evans accidentally sends a text to the wrong number, she isnât expecting to find the right person behind it. She canât stop talking to Prongs. The only thing is, Prongs canât stop talking about the girl in his class. What could go wrong, other than the number?
A love square but it's just the same two idiots
Tall Dark and Glasses by @jamesunderwater
Tall Dark and Glasses (or TDG as he is more affectionately known) is the mysterious, painfully good-looking stranger who has been frequenting Lily's favourite coffee shop for months now. But despite having an embarrassing acronym for him, Lily, a burned-out STEM major, is too comfortable being a wallflower to go up to him herself. Thank god for playing cards, I guess.
coffee shops and copious amounts of sugar by @mystinkysocks
James decides to finally start revising, the coffee shop he attends introduces him to someone new!
As someone who spends an ungodly amount of time studying in public (at cafĂŠs and libraries), all I dream of is to one day live out my very own coffee shop AU
Unlicenced by @ohmygodshesinsane
Lily Evans begrudgingly agrees to get in the car with classmate and sometime-foe James Potter and his not-quite-earned P-plates after a particularly rubbish day.
Drop-Off also by @/ ohmygodshesinsane
James Potter takes Lily Evans home, and wants to make something clear.
Disclaimer that theyâre Australian in this AU. You guys don't understand how much Lily Evans means to me. I want to give her a hug.
pretty, pretty boy by rosiemary0 (on ao3)
Pretty face, with golden brown eyes and strong cheekbones (one of which is adorned with a smudge of charcoal). Pretty handsâvery, very pretty hands, Lilyâs thoughts interjectâwhich hold a jar each, one with water and the other paintbrushes.
Or the one where James is an artist and Lily hates socialising.
I'll Manage by @kaymardsa
James and Lily fall in love during the war.
In which Lily runs a refugee camp and James is an ex-sniper
I can't remember if I've recommended this fic already but again I recently re-read it and wanted to share
'Tis the Fucking Season by @thequibblah
Six-year absences. Yearly photograph burnings (figuratively). Low-cut tops. Two nosebleeds. Little red notebooks. The Past, with a capital P. The desire to pour your heart out to strangers (maybe pathologically). The desire to do unspeakably bad things to one James Potter. These are the ingredients that make up Lily Evans's holiday season.
Shelby the cabbie is in for a fucking ride.
I have been searching for this fic for two months and nearly gave up. An absolute classic that everyone should read!!
Two's a Crowd also by @/ thequibblah
Regency AU in which "the only thing Lily Evans can share with the Earl of Devon is a healthy dose of mutual dislike."
In Search of Something More by @kay-elle-cee
In the sunlit garden of her sisterâs home, Lord Potter had promised Lily a life of her own design, with minimal expectationsâher presence at community events, companionship, and an heir. As the two stumble into the routine of marriage and work to make a life together at Stinchcombe Hall, unsolicited feelings provoke each to start wondering if this is merely a marriageâŚor if it could be something more.
No, I will not shut up about this fic. Anything that Kelsey writes is bound to be amazing but this one holds a special place in my heart. Note that this is an ongoing fic though. I tend to recommend completed works but this one is too good not to include.
Pinkest Bluestocking of the Ton by @wearingaberetinparisÂ
Dearest Reader, the ton are abuzz with the latest gossip, and so it is my honour to impart to you the news that the Duke of Peverell has returned to London at last! A year after setting off on his tour of Europe, Lady Peverell's son has returned and rumour has it that his mother is preparing for the most joyous of occasions: a late summer wedding that sees her son wed the next Duchess of Peverell. It is my sincere hope that you have stored a bottle of wine for this most delightful of upcoming events for if ever there were a more determined mama, this writer is Icarus and this society paper has been scorched for flying too close to the sun.
A Jily Regency Romance inspired by Shondaland's "Bridgerton".
Again this is an ongoing fic, but it's too good not to include in this rec list! I havenât caught up with all the chapters yet but I love the story so far!
A Heart of Coal also by @/ wearingaberetinparis
They say fortune favours the bold, yet Lily Evans was given her death sentence at seventeen. As soon as midnight strikes on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, her heart will turn to coal. Gryffindor knight James Potter, however, is the last to accept such a fate. For while Lily Evansâ curse foretells her death, his foreshadows a life without his unrequited true love at his side.
Fairytale AU in which the love is requited they're just idiots
Three Lemons and a Dragon by @thelighthousestale
Once upon a time, there lived a Prince named James who had to save his father's Kingdom by getting married. One day an older woman gifts him three lemons that will lead him to his true love.
Dillweed in a Fancy Metal Can by @eastwindmlk
When Lily gets dragged to a Renaissance Faire, she reluctantly agreed to go to the jousting event where she is pulled into the show against her will, or is it?
Lily represents me
Queen Foxtail also by @/ eastwindmlk
Once Upon A Time...
There was an arrogant prince who turned down every suitable match and drove his parents to do something drastic. Marry him off to the next merchant that steps through their gates.
across the universe by rcdwings (on ao3)
âSo, youâre saying that in these other worlds, James Potter and Lily Evans exist, too?â
She hadnât expected to hear that, hadnât even thought about it that way. She was too busy thinking about if in those other worlds, she and her friends could be seventeen and free instead of the war torn teenagers they were. Now that heâd put it that way, she couldnât help but let her mind wander.
âI would assume so,â she swallowed. âNot sure what we would be like, though.â
A beat, then a soft hum. âAnything,â he smiled at her, âThere are countless worlds, right? We could be anything.â
only love can hurt like this by @firebltsÂ
Lily doesnât quite know everything, but it feels pretty close.
The main thing she still doesnât get is soulmates. Love doesnât seem like something that should be painful. Or rather, love seems like itâs painful enough on its own without any help.
Soulmate AU - whenever your soulmate is hurt or in pain, you can feel it too.
Soulmate AUs are my comfort genre of fics. I haven't been feeling to well lately and rediscovering this fic was a delight
The Librarian of Hogsmeade Village by @ohmygodshesinsane
Lily's work as a librarian in the small village of Hogsmeade has kept her occupied for the past six years, forever keeping the wheels of the town on the track. As the holidays approach, she prepares to settle in with a nice mug of tea and a well-thumbed old book. When a new resident and his son arrive at her weekly story-reading, with cheeky smiles and big hearts, those plans are tossed out the window in favour of chasing love, for once - not escaping it.
Lily living the cozy life of my dreams. I think it's well known by now that I love reading about single parents and well James with his baby boy always puts a smile on my face.
Spitting Image by @charmsandtealeaves
James Potter always knew he wanted to build a family, he just hadnât found the right person to build it with - yet. Freezing his sperm at Gringotts Sperm Bank was a no-brainer really. Heâd have children when he found the right person, and now he had an insurance policy. Then Lily Evans walked into his place of work with her son - the spitting image of him.
linking this art that the talented @constancezin drew inspired by this fic
Every time I see that Ray has updated, reading the new chapter becomes the highlight of my day
The Stag Prince Across The Sea also by @/ charmsandtealeaves
The realm of Hogwarts had lived for decades in a carefully negotiated harmony between the leaders of the four clans. However, when the time came for son to marry daughter, the Slytherin King refused to offer his daughter's hand to any of the other grand housesâ suitors. As the Slytherin King departed the shore, bound for the ship that would allow him to escape across the Green Sea, he cast a curse on the great families.
âLet ye be marked. Marred by tooth, hoof, and claw. May your sons never be fit for any bride!â
Slytherin invoked an ancient magic, which transformed each family's eldest son into creatures under the light of the full moon. The Kings searched far and wide for a cure to no avail while trying to keep secret the wrong that had been done to them. Years passed and with them grew a sense of unrest, a kingdom on the precipice of collapse...
what love is, I think by @potterandevans-blog-blog
It's James Potter's birthday, his nineteenth to be exact. Some people, if they're lucky, find a tattoo on their back on their nineteenth birthday, a tattoo that can help them discover their soulmate. And if the antlers on his back are anything to go by, James might just have a soulmate of his own out there, somewhere.
oil be there for you by @abby10fanfic
Texting/Social Media AU: Lily and James haven't spoken for 2 years. But that's all about to change thanks to Peter and his involvement in an essential oil pyramid scheme. Featuring boss babes, toxin-free lifestyles, binding contracts, and a very oily journey.
#if you're like me and check the jily fic tag nearly every morning you've probably read most of these already#but I just wanted to share my recent favourites#lily evans#james potter#jily#jple#james x lily#lily x james#jily fic rec list
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Hello teacher I'm just resending my request cause I remember you said some of the request you get from other followers disappears and I haven't seen the other request that I have send you when your request box was open
So I took the liberty of myself when your request box was open to copy and paste my requests so here they are
1.) Not too sure where this idea came from but I would like request a (our world buddy again) who happens to have a great fatherly like relationship with Prime Verse megatron who ends up meeting IDW Optimus who actually is her adopted dad he has the papers and data pads to prove everything and Prime megatron and his decepticons decided they were gonna fight IDW Optimus for custody of buddy and it ended somewhere along the line of Prime megatron ended up in the medbay completely unconscious and half of his army traumatized after they found out what an how angry a prime who is a father can really get (technically related to my story)
2.) Don't really know what to think for this one but what about IDW Bots meet G1 bots?
3.) Buddy from our world meet team prime and team megatron from cyber verse world? I would love that interaction
Oh and cyber verse starscream got really attached to her to the point he doesn't like sharing her attention which buddy has no problems with cause she knows why he is the way is. And maybe megatron and sound wave got attached too and devised plans to steal her and keep her the nemesis for a little while cause it's not everyday you meet someone who show so much affection
P.S feel free to write these last cause I know you are busyđâ
This is a pretty big list, so I went with number 2, minus the Cyberverse part. I don't write for Cyberverse as of now.
Hope you enjoy!
Human Buddy from the real world meeting Team Prime
SFW, Platonic, Human reader
TFP
Buddy was starting to think that maybe the new coffee mixture they had made was really an elixir to travel dimensions.
They didnât know how hard they hit their head when they saw Wheeljack arguing with Ultra Magnus.
The two bots didnât even notice the human until they came literally running to Magnusâs pede and hugged him the best they could.
Buddy hugging Magnusâs pede: âIf this is a dream I donât want to wake up!â Magnus nearly jumps feeling the random human hug his pede. Wheeljack looks like he is going to glitch, though he doesnât know for what reason. Wheeljack: âHey⌠umm, kid what are youââ They turned their head so fast Wheeljack was sure that he heard a snap. The human starts running up to him rapidly shaking their fist in excitement: âWheeljack! I canât believe Iâm actually talking to you! Either that or I may have found the limit of coffee I am allowed to drink.â Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack: âWhat?â Buddy: âHey, arenât you supposed to take me to meet the rest of the team? Isnât it like, the whole protocol?â Ultra Magnus gives Wheeljack an uneasy look: âYou seem to know quite a bitâŚâ Buddy waving their hand: âIâll explain that later, now, who am I climbing in?!â
When they arrive to the base, they are practically bouncing off the walls.
They are even more excited than when Miko first showed up.
In fact, the new human is excited to meet the kids, Fowler and June just as much as they are excited to meet the bots.
Miko has a taste of her own medicine and feels the need to apologize⌠someday.
Buddy does calm down when explaining how they know who they are and how they had been through a similar situation like this before.
That leads to more questions, but Buddy refuses to answer them.
Something about âNot wanting to mess with the universesâ.
Buddy: âAnyways I need to keep you guys from finding out about some spoilers, like Beeâs voice coming back. Team Prime: âWHAT?!â Bumblebee: BEEP!? (MY VOICE?!)â Buddy: ââŚRatsâŚâ
Optimus does allow Buddy to stay on the base while they wait until they return back home.
Most of the team thinks that another Miko is among them now.
And to a point they are right.
But Buddy also knows when to stop and tries to be useful around the base.
Buddy sweeping the human area. Miko: âThis has been the third time youâve cleaned this place this week. You can leave some stuff around you know?â Buddy still sweeping: âRatchet finds the mess distracting; Iâm just trying to lighten some of the load.â Ratchet, who overhears this now has to rethink his opinion of Buddy.
More respect is earned when they see Buddy football tackle Miko from going into the groundbrigde.
Many hugs are given on what seem like random days.
Those days turn out to be heavier than others and Buddy is always behind the bot ready to hug or do whatever they can to make them feel better.
Smokescreen walks into the base with his doorwings a bit drooped. Buddy running over to him: âHey Smokes.â Smokescreen puts on a fake smile: âwhatâs up Buddy?â Buddy patting his pede and giving a genuine smile: âYouâre doing great.â Smokescreen just nods because he doesnât want to cry in front of Optimus. Later⌠Ratchet still on the main console. Buddy grabbing a blanket and places it nearby. Ratchet: âAnd what are you doing? You should be in bed.â Buddy: âThatâs where you should be too.â Ratchet scoffs and continues working. Buddy: âDonât think I didnât see you put back your rations today.â Ratchet stops mid key stroke. Buddy: âI am NOT going to sleep until you get some energon and go to sleep.â Ratchet: âWell then prepare to stay awake for a long time.â Buddy cracking their knuckles: âBring it! Iâve been awake for 3 days and 3 nights straight during exam week!â Ratchet suddenly worried for Buddyâs health: ââŚYou win this round.â Buddy laughs in sleep deprived.
The bots are wrong to assume that Buddy wouldnât pull a Miko.
⌠and now some are considering bringing them out with them.
Buddy fan almost as much as they do with the bots and some cons are now afraid of getting the feral human on them.
But Buddy has also thrown rocks at certain cons out of pure spite.
Buddy throwing some rocks at Breakdown: âSWALLOW YOUR PRIDE AND JOIN US!â Breakdown looking at the human questioning: âWhat?â Buddy still chucking rocks: âYOU COULD BE A GREAT AUTOBOT WITH YOUR POTENTIAL! BRING KNOCKOUT TOO!â Knockout: âI think this human lost it.â Buddy: âDO NOT LET YOUR MAN GO OUT HUNTING THAT TRAITOROUS SPIDER!â Arcee: âFinally something we agree on.â
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are we rockin with simon paired up with a reader who cries a lot đ¤Ľ
big cryer big sobber
oh we are
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as a crybaby myself this is very close to my heart. Maybe youâre crying about something insignificant or maybe something just feels off. It honestly doesn't take much to set you off. I donât think simon has a problem with you expressing emotion, i think that he just doesnât know how to react. The way your shoulders shake as you sob with your head in your hands doesnât exactly bring out a pleasant feeling in him.
I think that as time goes on he handles it with more grace. He knows what makes you feel better and what will make things worse (heâs learned that one the hard way). Simon says shit just to say shit and it does not help anyone 99 percent of the time. Youâve never witnessed someone screw something up so badly and find all the right words in the same sentence.
This time youâre crying about some asshole at work. Simonâs well versed in the mechanics of your emotional turmoil at this point. Heâll cradle you in his arms and whisper saccharine words of support in your ear. The pressure of his strong hold around your body and your heart calm you down better than any substance ever could. With your head on his chest, the smooth thump of his heartbeat is interrupted by Simon's voice, âIâll take care of it for you baby.â
You take it as a joke with a breathy laugh and snort following his statement, but the stern look on his face shows heâs dead serious. You won't be surprised if you see him tomorrow with bruised knuckles and a busted lip. Itâs not the first time and it won't be the last.
The only time simon likes to see you cry is when youâre having sex. Lithe body beneath him, face contorted in pleasure. Mouth wide open with loud obscene moans tumbling out that would make a pornstar blush, eyes glossed over with exhaustion. Youâre on round whatever at this point. The friction of the coarse hair above his cock against your clit makes it all even more painful. He sees your pained expression, red eyes and mascara covered cheeks. âwhatâs wrong baby, hmm?â condescending tone dripping with honey.
âPlease simonâ your words are barely audible but the way his name rolls off your tongue makes him drop his head and groan into your neck. Heâs taking his sweet time tonight, languid strokes in a painstakingly constant rhythm, tip of his cock kissing your cervix. âcome inside me please, I need youâ you say with furrowed brows and desperation creeping in your voice as hot tears stream down your face. He won't admit the effect that this has on him though, not explicitly. You can see it anyways, the way his grunts become more frequent and his white knuckle grip on the sheets beside your head.
Youâre so far gone you can't even form words anymore, only gasps and incoherent jumbles of vowels. Simon slips one of his hands between the two of you, thumbing your clit with the conviction of a madman. The new sensation of his firm touch is the final straw that âOh, god, oh my god, im gonna-â You reach your peak convulsing under his body with your slick running down between the two of you and onto the bed sheets. The atmosphere in your shared space hot and heavy with lust.
âPlease,â you whine as you angle your hips towards him and the new position sends him over the edge. His orgasm has him seeing white. He collapses on top of you and his body weight crushed you only a little bit. The feeling of your fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck combined with a sniffle pulls Simon out of his delirious state.
âFeeling better?â he says with a familiar condescending tone.
sorry for not posting for like a month, every time I sit down to write I hate everything about it đ I have some more things cooking up don't worry. u guys know the drill, please comment and like and reblog!!!!! đ¤đ¤đ¤
#kyle gallner#strange darling#dinner in america#patty dia#simon dia#dia#simon dia x reader#simon x reader#the passenger#colin gray
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going to go on a ramble in the tags hold on
Cochise is so underrated Lin did her dirty
Like everyone else has a Thing. Even Cowgirl has her 'he bit me!!' saga
We as a fandom need to give her a Thing
She deserves so much attention
Girlie had everyone's back right from the start
#i donât think she has a thing but thatâs not necessarily a bad thing#like every gang needs followers otherwise they never wouldâve gotten out of Woodlawn Cemetery bc they wouldâve been arguing#although i do understand wanting more to cochise so these are some inferences i got#she seems to be the closest to cowgirl#and given how loyal she is you know shes trying her best to help her get her shit (and piss poor taste in men) together#type of friend to slash your exes tires if thatâs even an actual thing#also feel like she says it as it is#like sheâd probably be like girl you deserve better#Yâknow that one vine where itâs like âhe doesnât deserve you if he doesnât treat you right by now youâre goneâ#cochise and cowgirl#i think those two probably live together as well#however i think at one point cochise did live with swan bc cochise says that she knows her#implying that she knows her better than the other members#maybe bc sheâs more chill than some of the others she could take it upon herself to look out for the newbies#i also think that cochise mightâve been one of the first people swan came out to and itâll have been completely by accident#like cochise is talking about some guy and swan is like yeah not my thing#without really thinking about the implications bc she just feels pretty comfortable around cochise#and cochise ally of the year would be like thatâs cool also Iâd take this information to the grave for you btw#swanâ told cleon like a week later though so that wasnât necessary#but swan does see cochise as someone to confide in other than maybe cleon after the incident#however for all her loyalty she does seem to be easily influenced#âlooking a foolâ âtheyâre so good-lookingâ within two songs#versatile queen#and I donât think sheâs gullible#but i donât think it takes much convincing to get her to do something#anyway speaking of versatility (kind of)#i think because her verse goes first in the cypher#and she says sheâs steady with the verses#that like the whole thing was her idea and she helped everyone write their bits#i think that eventually she helps mercy write a new verse bc ik sheâd be like tf do you mean youâre going to say nice to meet you everytime
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Carmy as Your Baby Daddy | Social Media AU & Headcanon Series | part one
masterlist | part two now that i've finished my top gun: maverick series, it's me i'm back and gearing up for season two. after a bout of food poisoning, i finally cracked and am writing this pregnancy headcanon that i said i wouldn't bc my ovaries would explode (looking at you @allthefandomstogether). anyways, a huge thank you to @carmensberzattos who pinged many an ideas back and forth about carmy as your baby daddy and screamed into the abyss about this on a friday night. i'm writing this with my main character from the make your heart surrender-verse, but can absolutely read as a standalone piece. posting now because i'm so damn excited but i may go back and add some more things later.
oh and this a headcanon series now so. that part.
carmy as your baby daddy:
sometime after the wedding, you and carmy decide that you're ready to start a family. you're not trying but you're not not trying, meaning you've gone off of birth control but you're not carefully monitoring your ovulation cycle either. you both figure that it'll happen when it happens and if it doesn't, there are many other ways to make a family.
carmy never really thought about having kids until the two of you got together. after adopting your kitty together, carmy got to see a your more nurturing side and taking care of something together as a team made him think about how much he wants a family with you. after sugar has her baby it really ups the ante. seeing carmy become an uncle is what starts the conversation about seriously starting a family, and every time carmy sees you holding the baby, it's 'when our kids this, and when our kids that' for days after.
you swear it's food poisoning. after a somewhat questionable late night meal, you spend half the night vomiting while carmy works a later night at the restaurant. you text him to bring ginger ale and tums home. of course he comes through because are you kidding this man is a caretaker?!
you insist that you're fine and much better, even though you're absolutely exhausted. things are so busy at work for you (and have i mentioned the pregnancy fatigue) that you don't think much of it when a few nights later, you find yourself kneeling on the bathroom floor once again.
there are always little kids running around at the extended family gatherings and which led to your realization (when you first met everyone) that carmy is surprisingly good with kids.
it's not till a week or two later (after your little bout of 'food poisoning') that you're at cicero's place for a family birthday party that it hits you. one of carmy's cousins (not richie kind of cousin teehee) has just had a new baby with his wife. you've been catching up with ava, richie's daughter because you've become an auntie of sorts to her. you find some time to steal away for a some girl-time but when you return, carmy is holding his new niece/nephew in his arms.
the sight of him holding the baby not only takes your goddamn breath away as he stares long and hard your way, his blue eyes piercing right through your heart, but it's then that you realize that you're a few weeks late. it's like time stops as you look at him, seeing him coo at the baby with the softest look on his face. the realization hits you, clear as day.
"holy shit." is all you say, earning a few funny looks from the berzatto extended family and friends. "carm, can i borrow you for a second?" you and carmy find a quiet place to talk inside. "you okay, babe?" "carmy i think i'm-. what if i-. i'm late." "what do you-? like.. late late?" "now that i think about it, a few weeks late, honey." "yeah?" he asks you, totally in shock and eyes wide. "yeah."
the two of you make an excuse to leave the party as soon as possible, and hurry to the nearest drugstore to pick up a pregnancy test. you wait till you're home to take it. "do you want me to come in, sweetheart?" "no, carmy! i don't want you to watch me pee, you weirdo!" you answer, even though you know he's just excited.
the two of you are pacing back and forth, practically making dents in the floor with your footsteps for what feels like the longest two minutes of your lives. when your timer goes off, you're both simultaneously freaking out about the fact that you're lives are about to change forever, while also really, really hoping for a positive result. and as the fates would have it, the test is positive.
"holy shit. holy fucking shit. we're- you're-, we're gonna-!" carmy is ecstatic as searches for words. "we're having a baby, baby!" you squeal jumping into his arms." "god, i love you so much," he says, grinning at you as wrap your legs around his waist. "i love you too, carm. so, so much."
you literally get the biggest kick out of calling him your baby daddy: to friends and family, coworkers, random strangers, in restaurants, at the gas station. you'll take photos of him at the farmers market and post on your ig story referring to him as your baby daddy because you find it hilarious. carmy doesn't find it as funny (even though he secretly loves it) and he's cherry-tomato red when you tell the checkout clerk at the bodega across the street from your place that your baby daddy is going to pick up the tab.
everyone at the restaurant is so excited for you! even richie cries a little when you tell him the news. you hadn't really gotten close to richie until ava grew super attached to you, which opened up a whole new avenue and understanding for your friendship with richie.
ever since you found out you were pregnant, carmy always has bread and ginger ale on hand for your morning sickness. he started making you your favorite soft scrambled eggs with toast, but the chives have been way too strong of a flavor for a sensitive tummy. it's slowly become eggs & toast and then just... toast, which you promptly apologize for stripping away any kind of artistic freedom he may have previously had.
you get near compulsive cravings for certain foods, and carmy is always ready to throw on a jacket and run across the street when you get midnight cravings.
carmy hates seeing how tumultuous pregnancy has been during your first trimester. he's always ready with a hair tie or a glass of water for when you're done throwing up. okay hear me out: but carmy starting to wear hair ties because he wants to always have one ready for you. he'll even take off a morning with you or call your workplace if you need a sick day just so that he can take care of you. even if you don't need care, he just wants to spend time with you and be there for you while you go through it.
we already know that carmy is an acts of service king. he is the tenderest, most gentle partner and wants to be as helpful as possible. if you're sick, he wants to make you feel better. if the pregnancy hormones are raging against the machine, he's more than happy to let you be upset, or get you off by any means if the hormones go that way too. he'll sit on the bathroom floor with you and rub your back until you need to vomit again. he'll give you the best morning head of your life. he'll run a bath for you when you need one. he checks in every hour on the hour in your first trimester, which you appreciate, but eventually have to ask him to chill the fuck out.
speaking of physical changes, the pregnancy boobs are ELITE. carmy is always there to make you feel beautiful despite your rapidly changing body, esp when your clothes start fitting differently.
the first time your bump starts showing and you point it out to him, carmy cries. or maybe he notices it first and he's just like... weeping and you're like: babe r u ok? and then you realize that you're showing and carmy is kneeling and admiring your baby bump and now you're crying. sorry, but i don't make the rules it's just a fact that this is how it would go down.
carmy is so emotional about this because he realizes that he finally gets to build the family he didn't have and he gets to build it with you.
well this just hijacked my writing plans oops. part two will be more 'you & carmy pregnancy things' and part three will be birth & post-birth.
tagging my carmy taglist in the comments below!
#carmen berzatto x you#carmy berzatto#carmy x oc#the bear hulu#the bear fx#jeremy allen white#carmen 'carmy' berzatto#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto headcanon#the bear headcanon#carmy berzatto imagines#carmy berzatto fluff#comfort and chaos#still into you#make my heart surrender#Carmy as your baby daddy
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There's a bit of fanfiction negativity in the tags :(. Looking for something to cheer me up, what's your personal scogan fanfic favorites?
Yeah, I saw that, both in the scogan and scogean tag, with posts even including the character name tags. Like. Not cool, people. Way to make authors feel shitty who have been guarding the ship lighthouse for the last 20 years. Claiming in the most popular tags, there's only like 1 good fic among more than 1500? Wow, okay. So I was very happy to receive your ask. Let's counter that negativity with some awesome scogan reads!
Damaged by scottxlogan
Can't do any scogan rec list without including the leading authority on the subject. @scottxlogan is the author who pulled me into this ship years ago, not to mention they're a great friend, unbelievably talented writer and artist, and they deserve all the love. Damaged is surely one of their most ambitious projects and deserves every single view, kudos and review out there. Set in the DOFP finale verse that is no doubt the author's specialty, the story comes with an alluring, intricated plot that leaves you on the edge of your seat along with all the feels.
Submission by scottxlogan
I'm also including a newer work by the same author in case you just want to get a feel for how wonderfully she writes these guys, not to mention the shameless steamy goodness that are the author's smut scenes. scottxlogan is an expert at reversing common fandom tropes believably, and this will leave you longing for more of these power exchanges easily.
he carries the reminders by Wolfsheart
@mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea is another great friend and author I would trust even with my biggest squicks (not that she writes those anyway :D). She's not only technically brillant and very well-versed in the lore which makes every pairing she writes a great read (check out her Tony/Emma, too!), but she'll also never fail to make you laugh or put those hearts in your eyes. And don't miss all those pop culture references that even put Peter Parker to shame! She also gives us scogan fans exactly what we need with stories like this one, combining our fav hurt/comfort tropes with a healthy dose of canon fix it.
I loved you since I knew you by strangenewwords
@strangenewwords is a fairly new and dearly beloved addition to our group at @scoganbingo events, but she's already made a huge impact with her delicious smut and angst stories that hit you right in the feels. Technically also brillant, the linked story is definitely one you don't want to get spoilered for beforehand because the ending will leave you in absolute awe and tears. The author doesn't shy away from including the darkest sides of Scott's past but handles every subject with the necessary care and respect, and as I said ... You don't want to miss out on all that delicious smut!
The Day Before the Soldiers Came by Cerylid
Cery is offering a much-needed fixit for the team dynamics between the X-Men and Logan before X2 with this story. It comes with a lot of humor but also far more feels than you expect. The texting is hilarious but it's the quiet tones that get to you.
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Speaking of fix-its, since that negativity in the tags kinda got to me, too, I might just throw in one of my own works here too since I also got lots of Scogan stuff out there.
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
is basically my go-to X3 fix-it. You look for something to make that movie right, you got it all right there. Along with a bit of horror (we are talking about resurrection, after all) comes a dramatic rescue mission in a mental limbo, and you get an Avenger and Emma Frost guest-starring. There's a couple of follow up chapters that explore both scogan and Tony/Emma a bit further, and we even get a Laura version in old movieverse along the line, and of course all the nasty nasty smut you guys are here for.
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So, that's it from the top of my hat. All these accounts have even more great stories to check out, and there's lots of other scogan authors out there with great stories to enjoy. So don't let anyone tell you, there's no quality scogan stuff on AO3.
#sometimes stormy gets asked things#greyskulls#scogan#scott summers#wolverine#fic rec#fic recs#cyclops#scott x logan#cyclops x wolverine#if people are interested#i can look up some scogean too#i feel pretty much alone with my works in that section often#but there a few gems
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