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hello this is me not fucking up teehee however for ur doodling funtime could u pretty please do a little doodle of odxny from seekl :D

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i had so much fun with insanely tiny dh that i had to give odxny the same treatment LOL

plus bonus zoomed crunchy vers ofc <3

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Chess. Chapter 11

Y/N never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. She only took what she needed, or what she felt others needed. She’d stayed out of sight for a long time, avoiding anything that could get her in to too much trouble. But for some reason Rick Flag shows up in her life, and in an instant, everything changes.

TW: Language, sexual themes, injuries. Rated M

(This story is obviously non-canon, i.e. Diablo and GQ, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.)

We awoke from a loud banging on the door.

“Get up and get dressed, bitch. You got work to do!”, a gruff voice said. “Where the hell is her guard?”.

Rick flew up and put on his pants and shirt, faster than I’d ever seen anyone do. “Disappear!”, he whispered at me; and I went out of sight.

Opening the door, Rick stared down the guard outside. “What the hell are you doing here, asshole? You’re supposed to be watching the pastel psycho!”, he growled; making me bite my hand to avoid laughing at this new nickname for Harley.

“Sorry, sir. Right away, sir”, the guard answered, and ran off down the hall.

Rick closed the door again, and I reappeared, sputtering with laughter.

“Pastel psycho? Oh, she’s gonna love that!”, I chuckled. “Please don’t tell her I said that”, he said, and grabbed for his boots and jacket; before realizing I was standing naked in front of him.

He walked up to me, wrapped me in his arms, and kissed me deeply, making my knees go weak. “It might be a minute before I get to do this again”, he breathed, and latched on to my lips once more.

The room was still chilly, though we had fogged up the window quite a bit the night before. I was shivering from the cold, and Rick helped me gather my clothes.

Finally dressed, we shared one last kiss, before leaving the room to join the others; Rick once again holding on tightly to my arm.

Walking into the room with the cages, we were met by Waller, Edwards and the Tweedles; and the squad. They were standing over a folding table, looking at a map.

“How considerate of you to join us, Chess”, Waller said coldly, before looking to Rick. I pulled at my arm, to make it seem like he was holding on to hard. “Did she try to run?”, she asked him.

“I got her”, he answered, and pushed me towards the table.

“Yeah you do”, Harley smirked at us, before Floyd bumped her with his shoulder, mouthing a shut up, and grinning in my direction.

“We’ve narrowed down the location of our target to this area, most likely this building”, Waller said pointing at the map.

“The target being?”, Harley asked with a half-smile. Waller looked at her indignantly. “That’s not important for you to know”, she answered. “All you need to know is that the leader of the group is a bad guy, and it’s your job to take him down”. Harley narrowed her eyes at the woman, before smiling again. “Anything you say, boss”.

Waller continued. “The building we believe they are occupying is close to Gotham U; making that the most probable target of their attack. You need to take them out before they make their move”. She put a small shoulder-bag on the middle of the table. “This is how you’ll do it”.

Rick opened the bag, and pulled out a square black box, with a number display on top of it. He carefully put it on the table, and took a step back; making everyone but Waller follow his lead.

“Waller, this is crazy”, he gasped. “You wanna blow this guy up?”.

“I won’t be blowing anyone up”, she answered, and looked at me. “Chess will”.

A murmur rose in the room, as I froze in place. “I don’t know the first thing about bombs!”, I squeaked.

“This one is quite simple”, Waller answered with a smile. “You press that red button, hold it in for three seconds, and let go. The timer is pre-set to 1 minute. After that, the bomb will go of. It’s quite forceful, so you should try to hurry out of the way”.

Rick moved towards her menacingly. “Waller, this is out the question. She can’t do this!”. “Why not? She’s been perfectly able to run away from explosives before”, she answered. “Her ankle”, he tried. “Seems to have healed up well enough”, Waller said, looking towards my leg, and my unbandaged ankle. “She’s even got a new pair of nice leggings to go with it”.

I’d discovered a new pair of leggings – identical to my own cut op ones – in my trunk, before we left Belle Reve.

“This is happening, colonel, and you need to get with the plan”, she said, staring him down. “Don’t forget, I have the same access to those nano-bombs as you do”, she finished, and looked in my direction. Ricks pained eyes met mine. I nodded slightly, and walked up to the table.

I picked up the small box. It was heavier than it looked; or maybe that was just because I was aware of the damage it could do. “This button right here?”, I asked, pointing at the little red nubbin under the display. “That’s it”, Waller answered. “And then I have 1 minute to haul ass out of the building”.

“You seem to know exactly what to do”, she smirked at me, and turned to the rest of the group.

“Now the rest of you. Your job is to get Chess as close to the building as you can”, she said. “Do not go in to the building with her”. “Why?”, Floyd asked; loading his sniper rifle before the job at hand. “We believe they have cctv rigged up, and Chess needs to get as close to the target as she can. She can’t do that with you all holding on to her”.

Harley was fidgeting with her baseball bat. “In and out, huh?”, she asked. “Let’s do it”.

I placed the box in the shoulder-bag, and put it on; now carrying certain death at my hip.

“Yeah”, I said. “Let’s do it”.

“See you on the other side”, Waller said, and left the room, flanked by Edwards and the twins.

Taking the elevator down to the ground floor, everyone was quiet. The bag was heavy on my shoulder, and I concentrated on breathing without freaking out. I felt Ricks fingers lace into mine.

“You good?”, he asked. “Absolutely not”, I answered, smiling. “We all have your back”, he said, backed up by a grunt from Croc. “We ain’t letting nothing happen to you”, Floyd said.

“Oh, lighten up you bastards”, Digger exclaimed, slapping Ricks shoulder hard. “You’re all acting like she’s walking into her death”. “She’s carrying a live bomb”, Diablo said. “Right, I forgot about that one”, Digger grumbled.

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We were driven in a van to an alley about 3 blocks away from the targeted building.

“From here, we need to go in invisible”, Rick said. He pressed the button on his arm, the small light turning green.

“I need you all to hold on to me”, I explained.

Digger stepped up to me, took a firm hold of my left breast, and smiled at me; gold tooth shining brightly. Rick visibly tensed up. I raised my eyebrows at the aussie.

“You need to be touching a part of my skin”, I reiterated. “Well take your bloody top of then!”, he said exasperatedly.

Diablo smacked the back of his head, and Digger let go. “Well, you’re no fun at all”, he mumbled.

Ricks body relaxed, but he took a firm hold of his machine gun; obviously wanting nothing more than to blow Diggers head of.

“Where?”, Diablo asked, and looked at me seriously, ignoring the death-stare Digger was sending his way. I rolled up the sleeves of my jacket, baring my arms.

“One on each arm I guess”. Shrugging the jacket down my shoulders a bit, leaving them bare due to my loose top, I continued. “One on each shoulder”.

“That still leaves three of us”, Floyd said.

“What if I carried you?”, Croc asked. “It might work. Some of us could hold on to your legs, and we’d be more mobile”, Rick backed him up. “You also wouldn’t be spending your energy walking. We might get further”. I sighed. “Fine”, I said. I rolled up my leggings, and Croc bent to let me jump onto his back. “Piggybacking a crocodile is not how I saw my day going”, I grumbled. Croc chuckled quietly as I grabbed on to him; and I put my cheek to his neck, so we were skin to scales.

Harley took a hold of my left shoulder, and Floyd took my right; after being reminded to take of his glove. Rick placed a hand under my top, on my bare back. Digger, being exiled to my left leg, slid his fingers around my calf. Before he could get too frisky, Diablo moved up behind him, grabbing a hold of the same leg, his hand close to Diggers, to keep it in place.

This only left Katana. She said a few words in Japanese. “Katana, we need to move out. Now”, Rick said pointedly. She answered him, going of in a rant, before I interrupted her with an irritated voice. “Just touch my goddamn leg!”. She shut up, stifled a smile, and took a hold of my right leg.

“Let’s do this”, Rick said, and stroked my back with his thumb in encouragement. “Croc, you set the pace”.

I smiled, and concentrated fiercely on letting my mirage surround us all.

I could hear members of the group gasp, as they saw their limbs disappear into a fog.

“This is some brujería”, Diablo whispered. “Says the pyrokinetic homeboy”, Floyd answered.

We began moving, as I held on for dear life to Croc. The air smelled like rain was coming, and the thought of that made me nervous, as our invisibility wouldn’t help us much, if a sudden shower decided to give away the shape of our bodies moving through it.

“Whoever is groping my ass; move it or lose it”, Floyd said. “Sorry man, I thought you was Harley”, Crocs voice chuckled. “Aw, that’s so sweet”, Harley giggled.

“Quiet!”, I gasped, my body purring fiercely. I could feel my energy being drained at a swift rate.

Croc was moving us forward quickly, getting us closer to our final destination.

We heard a scream from further down the street, and saw three masked men chasing after a man in a suit. “Boomer and Katana!”, Rick hissed. “Right, boss”, Digger answered, and let go of me. It took him a second to move, as he watched himself reappear. He shook his body, and ran off, getting behind a cluster of parked cars. Katana followed his move, recovering much faster.

Pausing for a second behind a parked bus, Harley stepped away, and smacked a sleazy looking guy across the head with her bat. She grabbed my shoulder again, and I made her disappear. We kept moving.

“Deadshot; the roofs”, Rick whispered, and Floyd let go. He climbed up a fire escape, towards the roofs.

Rumbling could be heard from the sky; a single raindrop landing on my cheek. I shuddered from the coldness of the air. “I need a break” I gasped.

Croc moved us towards a doorway, and we hid just inside the door. I was shivering.

“She’s drained”, Rick said, and put his jacket around me. I slid down on the floor. “Diablo?”, he said; and the tattooed man crouched in front of me. He lit his hand aflame, and I cupped my own around it, relishing in the warmth.

“This isn’t a good place to be taking a break”, Croc said, looking outside. “She can’t go on yet, not having to cover all of us”, Rick said angrily.

A loud thump on the ground was heard from outside. Digger came running through the door. “Floyd just took out some poor bugger on the roof, and we got company coming!”, he panted, and looked at me. “What’s with the kitty?”. “She’s spent, man”, Diablo said, looking at him, and then at Rick. “Flag, I can keep burnin’ this flame, but it ain’t gonna give her back the energy she’s lost”.

“I need sugar”, I said, voice weak. Rick grabbed a protein bar from his pocket. “Best I can do right now”, he said apologetically. I ate the bar, while scowling at him. “Boy scout”, I muttered, and tried to stand back up. “Shut up”, he said, and put my arm around his neck, so he could support my weight. “You good?”, he asked, voice soft. “Getting there”, I answered with a half-smile. Forgetting himself, he gave me a quick kiss on the forehead.

“Aaawwww!”, Harley said, finishing with a little squeak.

“Shit”, Rick muttered.

Katana roared something from outside the door; and Rick instantly looked worried. “Croc, go help her”, he said. “Diablo and Quinn; stay with Chess. Try to find her something to eat, anything to keep her energy up. Digger, on me”. “Aye, aye”, Digger said, and went to follow him.

“Croc”, I called just before he went out the door. “Smoke?”. He smiled and threw me his pack of cigarettes. “Goddammit”, Rick said, and ran out the door, the two others following close behind.

Diablo lit my cigarette for me, as Harley went through her purse. “Here”, she said; and handed me a small bag of pop rocks. “They’re the bubblegum kind”, she beamed.

Two puffs of the cigarette, and I was done. “Smoke’s not good for the lungs, mami”, Diablo smirked. “Shut up”, I coughed, and laughed back at him.

I poured the candy into my mouth, feeling the tiny explosions on my tongue. “So, he’s got a good pole that goes with that name?”, Harley jeered, and grinned at me. I instantly flushed red, and looked at the floor. “It’s not half bad”, I smirked. She squealed excitedly, and grabbed me in a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you. Even if he is a stick in the mud”.

The door opened, and Rick looked at us, confused for a second. “What are you…”, he said, and then shook his head. “Never mind. We cleared the street up to the block the building is on. You ready to move out?”. “Do I need to smile?”, I asked. “No, we should be good for about half a mile”. “Then lets go”, I said, and moved for the door with him.

“Hey”, Harley called from behind us. “What”, Rick said, and looked at her. “You break her heart, I break your neck”, she said, face serious.

He held her gaze. “Yes, ma’am”, he answered, took my hand, and we moved down the street.

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They hadn’t been kidding. The street was cleared alright. Not a bad guy in sight. I saw Croc carrying two bodies over his shoulders, throwing them into a dumpster, before joining the rest of us. Floyd appeared from somewhere. “Roofs are clean”, he said, and moved to the front of the group.

We moved forwards silently, Rick only letting go of my hand, once we reached the street-corner of our destination. The building was tall, and looked abandoned.

“This is it”, Rick said. “This is as close as we can get you”. He grabbed my hand again. “It’s gonna be ok”, I smiled at him. “I’ll be back here to enjoy the fireworks with you in no time”.

He put his hands on either side of my face, and kissed me. His tongue found mine, and we were lost in the moment, my hand in his hair, his on my back, pulling me impossibly closer.

Someone cleared their throat. We pulled away from each other, and saw the squad were all stood smirking at us. “When did this happen?”, Digger asked, followed by another smack to the head by Diablo.

I stepped back, took of Ricks jacket and handed it back to him. “One hour”, he said. “Then we move in to pull you out”. I nodded, and went to cross the street.

I hear footsteps behind me, and Harley grabbed my arm. “Take me with you!”, she said, face serious. “Waller said…”, I began. “Screw Waller! Trust me”, she said. Her expression was for once completely sane. I didn’t know why, but something was telling me to go with her request.

I looked towards Rick, who was shaking his head.

“Y/N!”, Harley insisted. “You’re gonna want me with you!”.

I sighed, looked deep into her pleading eyes, and nodded. She smiled broadly at me, put her hand on my exposed lower arm; and I smiled.

We ran across the street to the building, having difficulty being quiet, due to Harleys stilettos clicking against the concrete. There seemed to be only one entrance; a large wooden door, that turned out to be unlocked. We went inside and let the door close behind us.

Inside was a large staircase. We snuck up it, though we could see no enemies around.

Once on the first floor, Harley let go of my arm.

“Harley!”, I hissed, to get her to stay put. She ignored me, shed her coat, and threw it over a broken chair in the corner.

“Honey! I’m home!”, she called brightly.

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Seducing the Gem (Nash Wells x Reader, Chapter 3/9)

Rating: M (Smut in Chapter 6 only)

Summary: When a mysterious package shows up at your front door, you (a famous Romance novelist) are hurtled from your virtually uneventful life and into one of danger and adventure. In a quest to save your captured friend Caitlin from impending harm, you run into a suave adventurer named Nash who helps you along the way. Or is the charming Nash simply after something in your possession…?

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

You’ve been walking tirelessly for hours along the road from which you’d come, and at this very moment, your true enemy is the incline of the path. The Congolese rainforest seems to grow larger around you, and under different circumstances, you would be admiring its beauty. What’s presently stopping you is the tightness in your chest, dry mouth, and screaming feet.

“Tired, Princess?” the adventurer Nash calls over his shoulder.

You readjust the strap of your purse onto your shoulder and breathlessly huff, “No.”

Nash laughs. “It’s okay to admit it.”

“I’m not tired,” you insist, then sigh quietly. Maybe you should just relax. It’s all fine. He’s taking you to Kinshasa, you’ll find Caitlin and hand over Ronnie’s device to her captors. It’s going to be okay. You might as well try to get back on the right foot with this guy.

“Why don’t you tell me something about yourself?” you ask genuinely. “I feel like I should know something about the person who’s taking me back to civilization.”

Nash slows down his pace until you’re walking next to him. “I’m a Multiversal explorer with expertise in thermic excavation.”

You scrunch up your face a little. “What does that even mean?”

“I’d rather not get into it. Some of it’s top secret.” Nash gives you a flirty eyebrow raise.

“Top secret, eh? Well, now I really want to know.” You feel a wet drop fall onto your nose. Holding out your hand, you test to feel the rain. Of course it’s going to rain.

“You’d have to beat it out of me,” Nash tells you. “But what about yourself? What’s a beautiful lady yet mildly oblivious-as-to-getting-into-vehicles-with-strangers like yourself doing here?”

“Is that a roundabout way of saying I’m stupid?” you check.

Nash gasps. “I would never.”

You shake your head. “I’m a romance novelist. And I’m only here to save my friend. She’s in huge trouble and it’s down to me to get her out of it.”

“Romance novelist?”

“That was your takeaway? Not the friend-in-danger thing?”

“So what, do you write really corny, sappy, cheesy romance or the hardcore, explicit stuff?”

You scoff at the way he said that, as if writing Romance was less than.

“I’ll have you know, I’m an award-winning author!”

“You didn’t answer my question… I bet it’s the corny stuff.”

You make a series of exasperated noises and Nash is back to laughing at how riled up you get at his teasing. The now heavy rain is not helping your mood.

“Let me guess,” he continues, “the handsome leading man swoops in at the last minute and takes the beautiful heroine in his arms.” Nash says all this dramatically with emphatic gestures. “Her bosom heaves and then…”

And then you see a light go off in his eyes when he turns to face you.

“There’s a passionate kiss in the rain?” It’s almost like he’s making a suggestion.

“You wiiii-”

What you hadn’t realized was that you had been walking too close to the edge of the inclined road. And with so much rain, well, the path was bound to give way.

Everything is dirt, and rain, and mud - and it goes everywhere on your horrific slide down the steep hill. Amidst your screams, you hear a distant “Hang on!” from above. After what feels like falling forever, you slide comically on your rear to a halt. Resting back on your forearms, you look up to the sky, which is actually a cover of treetops. The rain doesn’t seem to be able to reach you down here due to the thick canopy.

The sound of “woohoo!”s grow louder from above as Nash confidently slides down the mud trail on his feet you had left behind. Though, when he reaches you the bottom, something goes awry in his landing. It’s an indecent accident - an ungraceful, face-first dive between your legs, stomach in the mud. Your eyes feel like they’re bulging out of your drenched head. Nash lifts his own head up and wears a shit-eating grin.

“Oh man!” he shouts. “That was incredible! This is turning out to be one hell of a day, am I right?!”

You simply stare back at him, still there, hovering with his face so close to your-

“Are you alright? That was one impressive fall,” he says.

You nod with a squeak, still in shock that you continue to breathe and aren’t dead from that “impressive fall.”

“Good! Welcome to Africa, Princess!”

The very second his nickname for you leaves his mouth, a speeding bullet flies past your heads.

“Shit!” Nash yells and scrambles to get both himself and you up out of the mud hole. Squinting up, you spot the familiar face amongst a team of army men.

Wade.

Oh God! Why?! You feel like throwing up. Nash spots the scary bastard as well.

“What the hell do they want? I haven’t done anything… lately, that is!” His hand has a vice grip on yours as he pulls you further into the brush to flee Wade and his apparent reinforcements. You nearly trip over the vines on the ground and have to bat away the gargantuan plant leaves, but Nash’s hand never leaves yours.

“Wait,” the explorer voices, and to your horror stops running and drops your hand, letting you bump into him, “he’s after you! Who the hell are you?”

“I’m just a novelist from Central City!” you stammer. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m here to save my friend, okay?!”

“There they are!” comes an authoritative voice from behind you, getting closer. They’ve made it down the muddy slope.

You grab Nash’s hand once more and yell, “Now let’s get the fuck out of here!”

“I don’t know if helping you is worth it anymore!” Nash shouts, yet somehow unable to keep the excitement out of his voice.

“Oh, shut up and run!”

Fear and adrenaline propel you forward. Never once do you look back to check to see how far the goons are behind you. Nash busts out a machete attached at his hip and proceeds to slash at the massive plants in your way.

“What, did you wake up this morning and say, ‘today, I’m gonna ruin a man’s life!’?”

“Oh yeah, in fact, that’s my first thought every morning!” you yell sarcastically in reply.

You’re so caught up in your banter with the infuriating explorer that you both nearly fall off a cliff hiding behind the final pieces of plants in your way. Nash grips your forearm so that you don’t topple over down the chasm.

“Shit,” he curses and prepares himself by facing the advancing pursuers. “Just stay right behind me.”

Yeah, like hell. While he switches out his blade for the gun, you survey the area behind you and spot a bridge - if one could even call it a bridge. Keeping away from the cliff’s edge as best you can, you make it to the rickety-looking structure. Good God, am I crazy? At this point, attempting to cross a chasm sounds a lot better than getting shot to death by G.I. Wade and his men.

You set one foot on the swaying bridge. This thing does not look like it can hold the rest of your body’s full weight. It creaks with every bit more you add to the wooden plank. With two feet now, you’re suspended over what feels like a bottomless pit.

Inch by inch, you make your way across, holding onto the rope - string - because your life really did depend on it. So far, so goo-

“Ahhhhhh!”

A plank cracks in half and falls almost in slow motion down until you can’t see it anymore. You never hear an echo of it hitting the bottom. Gripping the rope for dear life, you wheeze in fright.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Nash hollers after finally noticing you’d left his side.

“FLEEING, WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE?!” you shout back, voice cracking atrociously.

Where is that snapping noise coming fro-?

“Nonononooooo!”

You reach for the fraying rope on its last strand and hang tight. The second it snaps, you squeal in terror as the momentum of falling propels you in a forward swoop.

I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die!

But when massive plant leaves slap your face and your ass hits the glorious ground, you take a second, patting the rainforest floor to see if it’s real.

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive!

That’s when the hysterical laughter sets in. This seriously is one hell of a day.

More gunshots ring out from the other side and you scramble to peer through the bushes to find Nash. He’s running towards the bridge, but how will he…?

The charming man pulls out what looks like a gun, but when he fires it in your general direction, it’s apparent that it’s not shooting bullets.

Holy shit, is that a grappling hook gun? The hook catches on a tree branch and Nash swings over to your side effortlessly. His boots clunk onto the ground during his landing.

His highly impressive landing.

The man recalls the hook into his gun and exhales, “Well, that was-”

“-Hey-!” Another bullet whizzes close past his ear and in a split second, he dives forward to dodge the next several shots. Though, in doing so, Nash lands on top of you. Again.

His heavy breath fans your face, and while you are about to yell at him again, he presses a finger to his lips to signal to stay silent. All that hangs in the air are the voices from across the ravine, caws of the foreign birds, and both of you trying not to breathe so hard. The weight of his body on top of yours is all you can think about right now, even when it should be thoughts of survival.

His sparkling blue eyes meet yours.

You swallow hard.

“Let’s move out!” the sound of Wade’s voice echoes across the ravine. They’ll probably try to find a way around to get to you.

Soon, it’s quiet again, and Nash is the first to speak.

“We gotta stop meeting like this.”

You roll your eyes.

“Ugh!” Pushing him off, you get up and brush yourself off. Nash holsters his grappling hook, and in an effort to change the topic, you offer up a tidbit.

“You know, I wrote a character who uses one of those.”

“Is that right?” he says, amused.

“Yes, except he- OW!”

Nash’s face twists in concern. “What is it?” he asks. It was the moment you took a step forward and put pressure on your leg that you realize there’s a gash down it. Nash’s machete has been pressed against you when he fell on you. Blood soaks through your jeans.

“Oh my- shit, Princess, I’m so fucking sorry.”

You grimace again and suck in a breath through your teeth. Tears prick your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall.

“Sit down a second,” he tells you.

“No, I can-”

“(Y/N).” 

Your name, instead of the nickname, makes you stop. He searches your face. “No one is hot on our trail now. We have time. Let me fix this.”

“Okay,” you say quietly. Nash then takes out a pocket knife, a much smaller blade and shows it to you.

“I’m going to have to cut around your jeans to get to the wound, alright?”

You nod. He does as he explained, and executes it expertly as if he’s done this sort of thing countless times before. Then he shucks off his jacket and lifts his shirt up over his head, showing off a sliver of defined midsection until his undershirt falls back down to cover the impressive muscles.

Umm…?

The sound of fabric ripping shakes you back from your daze. Nash crouches down to tie his shirt firmly around your leg wound. You hiss at the contact and bite your lip. After he’s finished, Nash stands up again.

“There,” he says, voice softer than it usually is, “that will help... For now.”

“Thanks.” 

He shrugs on his jacket again and opens his arms as he nears you. You hold out a hand to stop him. “Whoa, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going to carry you?” he asks, now unsure thanks to your tone.

“Um, no you’re not. What you’re going to do is hand me that machete.”

Nash raises his eyebrow at you - something you’re thinking is his signature move.

“Okay, okay. Here.” The explorer relinquishes his weapon, and you grasp the hilt, the thing that hurt you in the first place. You’ll show him how fucking tough you are. Romance writers aren’t prissy princesses. This one sure as hell isn’t.

“Lead the way, Princess,” Nash says with a forward gesture, to which you start limping. “Due west.”

[lurafita]

Obsession - Chapter 3

Read the prologue here: https://lurafita.tumblr.com/post/184483191964/obsession-prologe

Chapter 1: https://lurafita.tumblr.com/post/184510347369/obsession-chapter-1

Chapter 2: https://lurafita.tumblr.com/post/184622702054/obsession-chapter-2

Obsession – Chapter 3

 “Okay Parker, try to top this. My first couple today: the guy orders a plain hamburger and the woman with him a hamburger ketchup only, right? So, I serve them and am about to go to my next table, when they call me back. The man says he ordered it plain but got ketchup and the girl says she wanted ketchup but got a hamburger plain. Apparently I mixed up the plates when I set them down. Big deal, right? So they look up at me like I had ruined their whole meal. I bent down again and picked up the plates, walked around to the other side of their table, and then set the plates down again, this time in the right order. The guy goes 'That's better. You be more careful in the future, young man. Not everyone is as understanding as us.' I have no idea if they were trolling me, or if it really didn't occur to them to just switch the plates themselves.”

His fellow waiter said, as he struggled out of his work uniform and into his usual street clothes. Peter laughed as he did the same.

“Sorry Brian, but prize for 'worst customers of the shift' is definitely mine tonight. I had just asked this sweet looking elderly lady if there was anything else I could do for her, she says no, so I continue on my way through my section. I haven't even taken five steps away from her table, when she throws her teaspoon at my head. Turns out she wanted to see the dessert card again, and couldn't be bothered to think of this two seconds before, when I specifically asked her, or just call out to me to come back. She did this two more times. I was this close to replacing her cutlery with a plastic spork, though she would have probably thrown her glass at me then. When she finally demanded the check, via spoon to my head, of course, she gave me a tip of exactly ten cents, and wrote on the receipt that I needed to be more attentive to my guests.”

Brian laughed as well (because in this business, you either learned to take people's atrocious behavior with humor, or you developed an ulcer from all the repressed anger)

“Fine, you win on account of flying silverware. You gonna be in tomorrow?”

Peter shook his head as he finished putting his work clothes into his locker and grabbed up his backpack. He noticed that one of the straps needed to be taped together again, the old duct tape beginning to peel off.

“Nah, man. I need to finish an assignment for my main, so I traded shifts with Becky. I'll be here for the late shift on Friday.”

Brian grimaced in sympathy. “Damn, my condolences, man. All those nine to five, Monday to Friday people ready to cut loose.”

Peter let out a forlorn sigh. “Tell me about it. Friday's are the worst.”

The two left the restaurant through the back door, thankfully being able to navigate the narrow alley easily by now, as it was already dark outside and the lamp that was supposed to light up the backstreet, had been shattered a long time ago. The two walked together, bantering friendly with each other, until they reached an intersection.

“Well, see you later, Pete. Good luck on Friday, try not to let yourself get groped too much!”

“Like anyone has ever been able to work a Friday night without a bruised butt to show for it. Later!”

They bumped their fists together in farewell, before Brian went right and Peter turned left down the street.

He was exhausted. While it hadn't been a particularly busy shift at the restaurant, Peter had had a very early class this day, as well as two tutoring sessions in between his afternoon lectures. Thank god their manager had taken pity on them and closed the restaurant thirty minutes earlier than usual. Now Peter might just make it home before midnight. It was a bit of a walk to his and his aunts apartment, but the restaurant paid it's workers above minimum wage and the tips were usually pretty decent as well. So the almost fifty minute travel on foot was well worth it. Also, the lengthy walk presented a chance for him to go through his mental check list and think through the assignments he still needed to hand in, as well as his schedule for the next few days.

So deeply in thought was he, that he didn't notice the group of six men that followed him into the alley he used as a shortcut.

Until he was suddenly grabbed by his shoulder and spun around and against the dirty wall to his right. His eyes widened in fear when he looked at the group of rough looking men in front of him.

“Now what do we have here? Out for a late night stroll, little lamb?”

The brunette resented that remark. He was not a 'little lamb', okay? Just because he had a bit of a baby face and wasn't as brawny and muscly and tall and intimidating and rough looking and... on second though, he got it. He pressed himself further into the brick wall at his back, when the man in front of him, (the apparent leader of the group) slowly pulled a jackknife out of his pocket. He held his hands up defensively.

“U-uhm,... hey,... uh.. look, I don't want any trouble, okay? If, if it's money you want, I d-don't have much, but you can have it! Okay? There is totally n-no need for any violence.”

The man in front of him and his compatriots grinned widely and dangerously at that.

“Oh really? Well then, why don't we-”

“Hey! I called the police! Drop the knife and get away from him!” Was suddenly shouted from the entrance to the alley. The group of thugs looked at each other, at Peter, and then at the figure that was speedily making their way towards them.

“This isn't worth the trouble, let's scram!”

And just like that, the six would-be robbers ran the other way, out of sight.

Peter's knees nearly buckled with relief, and he hastily bent over and breathed deeply.

“Oh thank god...”

“Hey, you okay there?”

He almost flinched at the words, before realizing that his timely rescuer must have reached him while he was fighting off his shock.

“Yeah,.. yeah, I'm... I'm okay. I'm... thank you. Thank you so much! I-”

“Hey, hey, breathe. It's alright. All safe now, okay?”

The male voice was deep and calming, and as a strong hand started stroking his back in comforting circles, Peter slowly managed to relax. He took a long breath, and then straightened back up.

“Thank you, again. I... I don't even know why this stuff still gets to me like this. This is hardly the first time I have been mugged.”

It was hard to make out detailed features in the dim light of the alley (all Peter knew regarding his rescuers appearance so far, was that he was a bit taller than himself, a lot broader than himself, and had a beard), but he noticed how the man in front of him stiffened at his words.

“You have been assaulted before?”

Peter shook his arms out, feeling like he needed to move a little, to get rid of what was left of his shock.

“Well, I wouldn't call it assault. I mean, if you just give them your money, they leave you alone. Sometimes they don't even get their weapons out.”  He almost didn't notice when the man wrapped a supportive arm around his waist and steered him out of the dark alley and to the main road. He let himself follow the others lead easily, thankful for the strong arm around him, as his knees were still a little shaky. He just kept rambling. “So, nobody gets really hurt. But, yeah, muggings are pretty common here, especially when it's this late at night. I know this sounds bad, and it kinda is. But I'm really, really glad that you were there, because I really need the money I made tonight to buy some parts to repair that stupid heater in the apartment, since the landlord refuses to acknowledge that there is a problem with it. And the forecast said to expect a cold wave for next week, and my aunt just got over her bout with the flu.” They had at this point made it to the well lit street, and Peter was finally able to get a real look at the man who saved him, while the slowly decreasing adrenaline continued to make him spit out a horrendously embarrassing amount of word vomit. “So, really, I'm so very, very grateful to y-”

The following words got stuck in his throat.

That was Tony Stark.

He had been saved from being mugged by Tony Stark, and then made an absolute fool of himself by babbling like the complete idiot he truly was. Oh god. That thug should have just stabbed him, at least he wouldn't have embarrassed himself by bleeding out on the ground. Then again, if anyone could make a fool of himself while dying, it would be Peter Parker.

And now Tony Stark was looking at him weirdly. Oh god, he hadn't said any of that out loud, had he?!

“Are you okay, Peter?”

As soon as the name slipped out, Tony wanted to kick himself. He wasn't supposed to know Peter's name yet!

“I-I,... yeah, I,... you are Tony Stark... you are one of the brightest minds of this century and I just... I uhm. I uh, hi. … Hi, I'm Peter Embarrassed. PARKER! Oh, my, god. I'm Peter Parker. And really embarrassed. Hi.”

Tony almost sighed in relief. It seemed Peter hadn't noticed his little slip. He smiled.

“Hello Peter Embarrassed Parker. I'm Tony Stark, but you already know this.” He couldn't help but tease a little, and he relished in the deeply red blush that overtook the brunettes face.

The younger man then buried his head in his hands.

“You know, I should just legally change my name to this? It would be accurate, at least.”

Tony snickered, and then gently pried Peter's hands away.

“Don't worry about it. I would pick the embarrassed, tousle haired, cute guy, over the usual reaction my name inspires, every day. It's very charming.”  Which wasn't an exaggeration at all. The last rabid Tony Stark fan he had encountered during the Stark Expo, had ripped his shirt off and thrown himself bodily at the genius.

He didn't think it was possible for Peter to blush even more, but there you go. Damn, he really was cute.  But even Peter's adorably flustered self couldn't change the fact that it was well past 11 pm, and there was a chill wind out. And Peter was only wearing a thin jeans jacket. Tony really needed to get the precious thing home.

“You probably already figured that out, but that bit about me calling the police was a bluff. Which means there is no reason for us to keep standing around here. So, where to?”

He gestured to the sleek, red sports car that was parked, only a few feet from them, along the sidewalk. (Was the hot rod red polish a bit much? Possibly. Were the golden hubcaps a bit much? Definitely. But what could Tony say? He wasn’t a very subtle man) Peter's eyes widened dramatically, when they landed on it, and he quickly shook his head.

“Oh, no, Mr. Stark. I couldn't possibly make you drive me home after everything you have already-” But Tony nipped this in the bud right away.

One finger placed over his lips had Peter all but holding his breath. Tony looked directly into the deep, brown eyes before him, his voice just a touch lower than before.

“Let me drive you home, Peter.”

He didn't remove his finger from the soft lips until the younger man nodded his head slightly, and instantly missed touching them.

He would taste those lips soon enough.

He guided Peter, hand gentle but firm on the small of the brunettes back, to the passenger side of his car and opened the door for him. Peter tried once more to feebly protest.

“Really, Mr. Stark, you don't have to-” and was just as easily rebuffed as the first time.

“I insist. Wouldn't do to have kept you from being mugged by those guys, just to give someone else a chance on the rest of your way home now, would it?”

He narrowly kept himself from buckling Peter in, that might have been just a bit too much at this stage of their relationship acquaintance, and simply shut the door when Peter was seated. He quickly walked around the hood of the car, glancing covertly through the windshield to see as chocolate brown eyes stared in amazement at the luxurious furnishings of the car’s inside. Peter's reactions were so endearingly genuine. Then he was behind the wheel, forgoing the seat belt as he usually did, and started the engine.

“Where do you live?”

He knew, of course, but he could not allow himself to slip up again. He had gotten lucky the first time. So he waited for Peter to rattle off the address and pulled onto the street.

“So, how come you were out so late in the first place, especially in an area where people regularly get robbed?”

Again, Tony already knew this, but he wanted to get Peter talking a bit more. It would help alleviate the younger man's nervousness, and also, Tony enjoyed the sound of the youngers voice very much. He listened contentedly as Peter told him about his job as a waiter at the 8 Islands restaurant, which he had taken on to help his aunt pay the bills, while he studied at Berkeley college in New York. Skillfully asking questions about topics he knew Peter would answer passionately to, Tony relished in the conversation they were having. While most of the the things Peter 'revealed' to him, were already known by Tony, the simple act of talking with the younger man was so... so... He didn't know how to describe it. Though Peter was still a bit embarrassed and rather shy, he answered all of Tony's inquiries openly and honestly. Honesty was such a rare treat for Tony to come across. People always tried to make themselves out to be more interesting, more daring, more experienced, more smart, just overall more than they truly were. The billionaire couldn't remember the number of fake personas he had met in his life, who would tell him all the things that they thought he wanted to hear, that they believed he would find alluring, just for all of it to come crashing down at a later time.

But Peter was different.  He freely admitted that he personally didn't hold more than a passing interest in mechanical engineering, though still admired the progress that Tony had made in the field. No false praise along the lines of: 'Oh, Tony, you are the most genius man on this earth.' even though it was readily apparent that the person knew nothing about what Tony even did.  How often had Tony heard things like: 'Oh, Tony, I was so fascinated by your presentation of the latest Starkphone design.', even though the person had no idea what the terms 'Interface', 'CPU' or 'AMOLED' meant.

Peter didn't try to make himself seem perfect, or flawless. “I should have known that those chemicals wouldn't mix the way I needed them to, and I would have, had I just taken the time to research them properly. But I was just being a brat. Totally full of myself, thinking I knew better than the teacher. So, yeah, that literally exploded in my face. I definitely deserved having to clean it all up myself.”

How often did people just try to skirt around their own accountability? How often did they try to shrug off any responsibility for their own actions? How often had Tony heard the phrase: 'Well, that wasn't my fault.' and 'Well, someone else messed up.' or 'Well, I couldn't be expected to account for that.'

Peter was curious, but not invasive. He asked Tony questions about one of his current projects, but didn't even try to pry into his private life. (Though Tony would gladly allow him to) One would think this common decency, to not ask deeply personal questions of someone you had known for barely five minutes. But normal etiquette rules didn't apply to famous people. Be it reporters shoving their microphones in his face, screaming questions at him about how his break up with Virginia Potts would impact the future of Stark Industries; or the runway model that approached him in a club, asking if it was true that he was into orgies; or any random person he would come across anywhere, feigning sympathy while inquiring how his rehab was going.

Peter was a rambling fountain of scientific curiosity (and maybe he had a little oversharing problem), but he was respectful and polite and sweet.

Tony had already purposely taken three wrong turns, just to extend their time in the car together that little bit longer. But all good things had to come to an end, and soon Tony parked his car on the side of a dilapidated looking apartment building. Which meant that now it was time for part two of his plan.

“I really can't thank you enough, Mr Stark. Not anyone would have done what you did, you know? I just,... if there is any way I can make it up to you...”

Most people in Peter's situation right then, would have said this in a tone of voice that suggested a sexual favor in payment for the good deed. Would have moved their body in an alluring way, would have licked their lips seductively, would have touched his arm or thigh in a clear indication of what they had in mind.

But not Peter. Peter was genuine in his gratitude. Peter really just wanted to find a way to thank the man who helped him. No ulterior motives, no underhandedness.

And he had played right into Tony's hand. 

He killed the engine and turned to the younger man.

“Well, if you are that hellbent on thanking me, there is actually something you could do for me.”

Peter nodded eagerly. “Anything.”

And oh, what delicious, debauched, fantastical images ran through his mind at that word. Anything.

But he shook such thoughts off. It wasn't time for that yet.

“See, there is this charity event coming up, and I just know that it's going to be dreadfully boring, just as these things always are.” He rolled his eyes for effect, before fixing them on Peter again. He allowed himself to be a bit daring, and brought his hand up to cradle the side of Peter's face in it. “Being in the company of such a delightfully brilliant young man as you, would surely make it much more bearable. So, wanna be my plus one?”

Tony had no idea whether it was the sudden physical contact, or the matter of the question itself, but his gorgeous sweetheart looked completely overwhelmed.

“I... I couldn't... I... but I'm just... “

It seemed the only words Peter was capable of forming right then, and Tony decided not to give him the chance of coming up with a reasonable excuse to decline the invitation. He softly stroked his thumb along the heated skin of the others reddening cheekbone.

“Of course you can. Here, give me your phone number, I will send you all the details tomorrow.” Peter drew his phone out of his pants pocket on autopilot, and Tony snatched it up with his other hand, before the sweet thing regained enough of his faculties to register what he was doing. He quickly called himself with Peter's phone (and used the connection to install a cloning program on it, that he had prepared before hand.) “When are you free to go to a tailor? I bet you would look ravishing in a smart suit.”

Peter didn't answer, still caught between trying to find the words to convince the older man that he was not 'important-charity-event' material, and the hypnotizing sensation of having a rough, strong thumb running along his cheekbone. The sudden click of his seat belt releasing, and the slight pressure of his phone being pressed back into his hand, partly brought him back to reality.

Mr Stark smiled at him.

“Let me walk you to the door, Peter. I need to make sure you make it all the way home safely, don't I?”

And before Peter really knew how he had even gotten out of the car, he was two steps away from the door to his and aunt May's apartment complex, his phone clutched in his hand, backpack slung over his shoulder, and Mr Stark's arm once again solidly wrapped around his waist.

The man steered him the last two steps before the buildings entrance, and then leaned down to his ear.

“Open the door, Peter.”

And Peter did, fishing his keys out of the side pocket of his backpack and unlocking the door, all in quick succession, not even thinking about it. As soon as the door sprung free of its lock, Mr Stark tightened his arm around his waist, giving him a slight squeeze.

“Good boy.”

Peter blamed the shudder that ran through his body right then on the cold wind.

Then the arm around his waist carefully turned him to face the taller man, while also maneuvering him through the opened doorway and into the entrance hall.

“I will contact you tomorrow.” The arm was gone from his waist, but the hand was suddenly back on the side of his face, and the thumb was again stroking lightly over his cheek.

“Go to sleep now, Sweetheart.”

Had he really heard that? Had Tony Stark really just called him, little nobody Peter Parker, Sweetheart? But before he could think even further on this, there was the sensation of a pair of lips on his other cheek.

“Sweet dreams, Peter.”

“Y-You t-too, M-Mr S-Stark.” He somehow managed to stammer out, while bringing a hand up to the cheek that had just been kissed by the genius engineer in front of him. The same genius engineer who then smiled sweetly at him.

“Call me Tony.”

He could not do that. He could not possibly be that informal with someone of Mr Stark's stature.

“Sweet dreams... T-tony.” How the hell had he done that?

And then Tony smiled at him again, and as he leaned into the entrance way, Peter didn't know if he expected to be kissed again on the cheek, or maybe this time on the lips, or for Tony to follow him in, but what he certainly didn't expect, was for the other man to grab hold of, and then close the door. 

As the 24 year old Berkeley student stood there, staring at the closed door, unmoving for a whole 31 seconds, he couldn't decide if he was relieved, or disappointed that Tony hadn't kissed him again.

Making his way back to the car, Tony felt like whistling to himself. This had gone exceptionally well. More so, the way Peter had reacted to him had trumped all of his expectations. It had been perfect. So perfect in fact, that not even the sight of Barnes leaning against his car, arms crossed over his chest and looking absolutely unimpressed, could dampen Tony's mood right then.

He grinned at the man.

“Gotta hand it to Natasha, you really are good. Since when have you been following me?”

He wasn't even perturbed about not having spotted the man sooner. Just thinking about that shudder that had gone through Peter when he had called him a 'good boy', as well as the easy way Peter had followed his lead, killed any annoyance he might have felt otherwise right at the spot.

The bodyguard shrugged. “Since you left the tower. Without telling anyone. Again.”

Interestingly enough, Barnes didn't seem all that annoyed by that, either.

“You know there are easier ways to ask someone out, than to hire a group of thugs to stage a mugging, right?”

Tony scoffed as he climbed into his car, only a little surprised when Barnes got in on the other side.

“I didn't hire anyone. Diego and his little gang still owed me.” He turned the key in the ignition, giving the gruff looking man next to him a questioning look.

“Don't you have to get your bike or something? Or did you follow me all the way on foot?”

Again, the other man just shrugged.

“It's taken care of. Should I be preparing a security detail for Mr Parker?”

Tony was almost impressed by Barnes knowledge of Peter, but then again, he probably shouldn't be. After all, this was the man that Natasha had recommended.

“Yeah. As I have very recently discovered, this part of the city is even more unsafe than I thought. But get someone discreet. Or better yet, you do it. Natasha is scheduled to arrive back tomorrow, which should free you up some. I don't want Peter knowing that he is being watched protected. At least not yet.”

Barnes only nodded, and Tony decided he liked the man.

tbc.

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Chapter 5

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Pairing: Peter Parker/Spider-man x Reader

Summary: A night out leads to an encounter with our favorite masked hero.

Word Count: 3053

A/N: I have an AO3 account now!!! 

You were with your mom when it happened. You sat at the table doing homework while she started dinner. You were both laughing with each other when your phone buzzed. You ignored it. You said something about your mom's cooking, she yelled an insult back. You can't remember it now. Your phone then went off again, one more time, then another. It kept going, moving closer and closer to the edge. You picked it up. The clock read 4:03.

You scrolled through the notifications, some of them from social media.

“Text from Beverly (5)”

“Google Alerts: Bomb in D.C.”

“Twitter: Attack on Washington Monument”

“Missed Call from Beverly (3), Riley (1)”

“Text from Riley (2)”

There was a lump in your throat. Your mom asked if you were okay, it went unheard. You kept rereading the words, not even bothering to open the notifications. Your mom ended up snatching the phone from your hand after her many attempts to get your attention. Her face drained of all color.

She switched on the T.V. in an instant, quickly switching through the channels until the news came on. You turned in your seat, facing the screen as a bold banner scrolled across the bottom:

“EXPLOSION IN WASHINGTON MONUMENT, VICTIMS TRAPPED IN ELEVATOR”

Your eyes frantically scanned the screen, a news anchor tried his best to show little emotion. It didn't work. The screen then began showing a video of a family enjoying the monument. A little girl looked up in awe while a woman smiled at her. They began to stand together for a picture, a voice behind the camera telling them to smile. There was a sudden jolt, the camera shook before dust and brick crumpled down the side. The camera quickly flicked up, revealing a large crack running along one side of the pyramid that sat atop a tall column of stone.

The video was cut short, switching to a live feed.

“Oh my God...” Your mom barely whispered, a hand held tightly over her mouth.

You picked up your phone, frantically typing in the pass code before pulling up your contacts. It was a short list, so getting to Liz's name was almost instant.

You clicked the call button, holding the device to your ear. You waited.

Beeep  pause Beeep pause Beeep

The phone kept ringing, each second causing your stomach to twist into knots.

“You have reached the automated-” You hung up.

Your lip was trembling, you hit the call button once more.

As the phone kept ringing, you watched the screen. Helicopters circled the Monument, people were either frantically running away or staring in awe. You weren't sure what you would do.

“You have reached-” You hung up again. A sob clawing its way from your throat. Your mom turned at the sound.

She watched as you tried again, your fist crumpling the hem of your shirt. Your knuckles were white. You kept thinking back to Liz's Snapchat story. A pool party from the night before, Flash poking fun at Peter for not joining in, her team winning, Mr. Harrington awkwardly waving into the camera, and the last you saw was of her entering the Washington Monument. There were no updates after that. Your hand shook as it held the phone up to your ear.

“You have-” You dropped the phone. The automated voice relaying its message. Your lunges struggled to take in air, your chest was on fire. A beep could be heard, your phone is recording a voicemail.

Both hands muffled your sobs. Tears streaming down your face. Liz is in there, Peter is in there. Were they okay? Are they scared? Is anyone helping them?

Your mom picked the phone up, hanging it up and wrapping her arms around you. You let out a muffled sob into her shoulder. She rubbed at your back gently, letting you hiccup and cry into her.

The camera zoomed in on the monument, slowly following up its side. You watched over your moms shoulder.

“M-Mom-” You hiccuped. “Look.”

She turned towards the T.V., her face contorting in confusion.

“Is that-”

“Spider-man.” You finished.

Red and blue crawled up the Monument, the camera shakily followed his movements as he sped up the side. Webs would be shot to give him momentum, but he kept frantically crawling up.

Your sobs subsided, your bottom lip was held tightly between your teeth in anticipation. You wiped at the tears on your cheeks, watching the news intently.

One of the helicopters hovered next to Spider-man, a megaphone blasting at the masked hero.

“Return to the ground immediately!” It shouted, Spider-man kept going.

You watched as he frantically kicked at a small window. He even begun swinging into it, it didn't budge.

Your mom was squeezing your hand, both of you watching as he climbed higher to the top. Your heart was pounding in your throat at this point.

“Return to the ground now, or we will open fire!” The voice shouted from the helicopter. You stepped forward to the screen.

“He's trying to help, you idiot!” You screamed. Your voice scratched at the shout, your mom said nothing.

Spider-man took one look back at the helicopter, the gears turning in his head. You held your breath, watching as the moments unfolded.

He pushed off the monument, spreading a pair of webbing under his arms. You watched as he flew past the blades, hooking onto the bottom of the helicopter to swing back into the window. A loud pop! followed by a crash resonated. The screeching of metal made you cringe, how the camera ever picked up that noise from so far made you wince even further. Those inside must have heard that noise painfully.

There was a pin-drop silence afterwards. The helicopter stayed by the window, people below stared up in shock. No one was talking, not even the anchors.

It felt like forever. The camera was zoomed in on the window, waiting for any signs of life. You squeezed your moms hand, she let you. You seemingly didn't even blink, not wanting to miss a moment. After a few painful minutes, the silence was cut when the camera man panned down to a newswoman.

“We just received word from authorities that all of the occupants have been safely removed from the elevator and are now on their way down the monument. No injuries have been reported so far.” She spoke eloquently into the camera, the hint of relief in her voice as she relayed the information.

You released your breath, shaking at the intake of air. Your hand was pressed against your forehead while you squeezed your eyes shut.

They are okay

You opened your eyes to find your mom handing you back your phone, a new notification was displayed at the top. You pressed it open.

Liz: hey! everyones fine!! ill call u when i get off the phone with my parents ❤

You took a seat on the couch. You were wondering how Liz seemed so calm in her message. She always seemed so level-headed, no matter the situation. You thought this kind of event would be an exception, but it seems not.

You scrolled through your contacts, stuck in the P's. The space between Pam and Phillip was nonexistent. You didn't have his number, and there was no way you could get into direct contact with him. You wanted to make sure he was okay.

Your mom left the news on while she finished dinner. You stayed on the couch, your knee bouncing as you stared into your contact list.

You had eventually returned to your spot on the table, struggling to finish your assignment. You had just gotten off the phone with Liz, the conversation mostly being you worried over her. But after finally assuring you, you believed that everyone was safe.

Well, almost everyone.

“What do you mean he wasn't there?” You asked Liz.

“He just wasn't, Peter didn't even show up to the competition. We're heading back to the hotel to grab our stuff, Ned mentioned he got sick or something so he stayed back.” She responded. A little more disappointed than anything, she really depended on him for Academic Decathlon.

You let out a worried sigh, “Okay. Call me back if anything happens. Get home safe.” You finished.

She said goodbye before hanging up. The silent line deafening in your ear.

Your stomach twisted again, your brows were furrowed in worry. You hoped he really did stay back at the hotel. What kind of trouble was he getting himself into?

It was late that night. Your homework was shoved into your backpack out of frustration, you decided to just do it at school. You still worried over Peter, especially since Liz hadn't said anything. He's fine, you thought, no message is good, it means nothing bad happened.

You were in your pajamas, leaning over your desk to close your window when you heard it.

“You're never leaving this house ever again. I don't care if you're 40, I will make sure to chain you to the couch if you try and open the door.” A woman was scolding.

You took a peek out, curiosity getting the best of you.

“C'mon May, I wasn't even actually there!” There was a whine to that familiar voice. It made you want to laugh.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? You stayed in a hotel by yourself when you were supposed to be at the competition!” May said.

You watched Peter follow the woman in the building. That must have been the aunt he lives with, she really was quite the beauty.

You almost never saw Peter in the building, him being a few floors below you. His schedule seemingly prevented him from ever bumping into you. But you did see his aunt often, sometimes running into her in the laundry room.

Once they disappeared into the building, you shut the window. You were finally able to calm your nerves, him being safe and at home.

You walked out of your room and into the kitchen. You were scavenging the fridge for any snacks before you head to bed. You knew it was a bad habit, but you couldn't help yourself.

You settled for a bowl of cereal, finding nothing else worthy of your late-night habit. You held onto the bowl with steady hands, making sure to shut off the lights as you scurried back to your room. The empty hall always giving you chills when you shut the lights. You pushed your bedroom door closed with your hip, leaving the lights on in your room.

A quick tap tap tap caused you to shriek. Your precious cargo flinging into the air, pouring milk and frosted flakes all over your carpet.

You turned with wide eyes, finding Spider-man hanging upside down on the other side of your window. His hand was covering his mouth, eyes as wide as they can possibly go. He saw everything.

You slapped a hand over your face, not even wanting to look at the mess on the floor. You headed towards the window, opening it with a little more anger than intended.

“May I help you?” Anger laced every word.

“I'm so sorry.” Was all he could say. You stepped aside, letting him crawl into your room. You closed the window behind him, keeping the cold air out. “Let me help you clean it up!” He offered.

“Oh, that's so kind of you.” You replied sarcastically. “It's not like I was going to make you clean it anyways.”

He knew he should feel guilty, some sort of regret for scaring you. But all he could think about was how adorable you were angry. You were usually more reserved, small laughs here and there. He didn't even think you were capable of anger. But the way you furrowed your brows, your sarcasm dripping from those lips. The same ones that held such a beautiful, heart-breaking smile.

Don't even get him started on your outfit. The over sized 'Jurassic Park' shirt reached your thighs, almost completely covering the pair of shorts you had on. The shirt was slanted, leaving a peek of your shoulder sticking out. He wanted to melt.

“Stay here.” You commanded.

“Yes, Ma'am.” He responded automatically. He watched your figure leave the room. Trying his hardest to keep his eyes up. He didn't try hard enough.

You returned with an arm full of towels, all ranging in colors. You handed him a red one before leaving the rest on the bed. You got on your knees by the stain, trying to soak up milk with your own purple towel. Blot, don't rub you remembered.

Peter stared at you frozen, unsure exactly how legs work. He just watched you work on the stain, flipping and folding at your towel for a clean spot.

“Well? Get down here are start blotting Spidey!” You commanded once more.

“O-Oh! Right!” He spoke before joining you on the floor.

He followed your movements, making sure to not rub the stain in. Does milk stain? He didn't want to find out.

“I'm sorry I made you spill.” He commented.

“It's okay.” You spoke lightly, looking up at him. There was a lopsided smile on your part. He thought he couldn't fall in more love.

You ended up vacuuming over the stain, probably a poor decision but you didn't want to pick up the individual frosted flakes that littered your room. Peter held onto the ceiling as you went over the whole floor, not wanting to be in the way. You thought it was cute.

You mentally apologized to your downstairs neighbor, hoping the vacuum didn't disturb them. Putting the vacuum away, you walked back into the room, avoiding the still damp patch in the middle of your room. Peter still held onto the ceiling, but this time was hanging by a web. What a dork.

Taking a seat on your bed, you watched as he slowly descended from the string. He was eye level with you now.

You gave him a warm smile, “Thank you.”

“Oh-yeah, no problem. It's the least I can do. I mean I'm the one who scared you into spill-”

“Not about that.” You interrupted. He just stared, scanning your face for any hints of what you mean.

“My friend was on that elevator.” You filled the silence.

“Oh.” He said. “Uhm, I was just in the neighborhood, ya know.” He tried answering. He scratched at the back of his head, a habit it seems.

“You're good at this 'hero' thing.” You looked down at your lap, your fingers pinching the end of your shirt. “Especially for being a kid.”

He was taken aback, his posture shifting even as he hung upside down.

“I-I'm not a kid!” His voice deepened. “I'm a man!” He puffed out his chest, putting his hands on his hips as his feet pinched the web holding him.

“Yeah, right, Spider-boy.” You teased. A chuckle leaving your lips.

He couldn't help but laugh along. Your laughter struck him right in the heart, the arrow piercing with no remorse. He was so lost in your smile and he wouldn't want it any other way.

You stood up from the bed, walking up to him. The panels of his eyes widened with a whizz when you placed your hands on his cheeks. You ran your thumbs over the soft material, taking in every bit of his mask.

With a leap of faith, you leaned in.

Your lips connected with the cheek of his mask, he held still for you. Your eyes shut when you made contact. Savoring the moment, committing it to memory. Even down to his scent, rosewood, you realized.

He thought he had died and gone to heaven. Maybe he fell with the elevator? Did he catch himself when he propelled down the shaft? Who cares. What ever higher being granted him this moment, he was thanking profusely in his head.

He let you hold him in place, your lips gently pressed against his cheek. He wanted to rip his mask off, remove the layer that prevented any true contact.

But before any irrational thoughts came true, you pulled away.

Your hands still held onto him, a shy smile on your face.

“My friend is alive because of you. Thank you, Spider-boy” You meant the gratitude with all your heart. But you felt the need to joke with him, lighten any awkwardness that might arise from your bravery.

Peter stared at you with wide eyes. His heart pounding with an immeasurable speed. His chest was going to burst open and his heart was going to drop to the floor. He always thought the phrase 'looks that can kill' held a malicious meaning. But right now, in this moment, he knew that phrase was reserved for you and that beautiful smile. The way your eyelashes fluttered and how you brushed aside locks of hair. It all was deadly, and Peter didn't want to leave the crossfire.

“Mhmm. Yup. N-No problem” He tried answering, his head nodding in your hands. “Wow, um. Okay, make sure to tell your friend to get into more dangerous situations, yeah?”

You laughed at his sudden declaration. Your heart fluttered in your chest, cheeks warming at his comment.

“Sure, Spidey.” You joked.

You finally removed your hands away from him, his cheeks instantly missing the warmth they provided. His face seemed to follow them just for a moment out of instinct.

“C'mon, I'm getting a new bowl of cereal.” You spoke by the door.

He twisted in his web to face you, watched as you motioned him to follow.

Peter gently lowered himself to the floor, the web remaining on the ceiling.

“That better come off, Spider-boy.” You spoke over your shoulder, walking to the kitchen.

“It'll dissolve.” He said. Just like my heart, he thought.

The rest of his visit was spent eating cereal. He picked fruit loops, you stuck to frosted flakes. He sprinkled more sugar into his bowl and you couldn't help but laugh.

A sweet tooth for a sweetheart.

Chapter 6

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Soulmate au! Lee Felix

•Requested:Keeyakeeya (from wattpad)

•Member:Lee Felix

•Genre:fluff // soulmate au!

•Plot:Felix and reader meet by chance and he’s all cute and shy (like Chan’s soulmate au)

•A/N: bruhhhh someone tell me what sleep is cause I don’t know what it is anymore 4hrs daily my dudes what’s good(this isn’t even related to the fic I’m sorry) Also I made this a soulmate AU to injure two birds with one stone(don’t kill kids) Also  I just decided to use blue because felix has brown eyes // [ Master list // request box:open // Guide lines ]

•There was multiple ways that connected soulmates

•Some were more common than others

•Like having a flower tattoo that connected you to your soul mate  or having time stop when you both touch for the first time [ wink wonk ;))))) ]

•And there were less common and more rare ones

•The one you so happened to have was one of the more rare ones

•Heterochromia was what connected you to your soulmate

•Basically one of your eyes was your own eye color while the other eye had  another color that perfectly matched with your soulmate

•And when you met your soulmate your eye that had a different color from your own would have a mix of the two colors (look at moodboard for reference; top left corner)

•But what was tricky about this was that specks of your natural eye color would appear on the eye if you were near them, you never knew who your soulmate was till you made full direct eye contact with the other only then your eyes would change simultaneously

•personally you liked the deep blue eye you sported along with your brown eye

•and never wanted to cover it up with a contact lense

•It had caught a lot of attention towards you having growing up with people who predominantly had only one eye color

•Though as you grew old you did have a small insecurity about it because a couple of jerk kids would call you weird

•But it never pushed you to get contacts like some people had done

•Anyways that was the only way you could find out if someone was your soulmate so the chances of you finding him/her was pretty low

•CONSIDERING LITERALLY EVERYONE AROUND YOU HAD ONE EYE COLOR and because some people had natural heterochromia that didn’t attach them to a soulmate

•Ahem...anyways although the chances were so low you didn’t mind whether or not you or you soulmate had found each other because it wasn't’ your dream or main priority in the first place

•You wanted be a producer with your own studio

•matter of fact you had written and produced a couple hot mixtapes with some underground artists

•With that some companies were pretty interested in you but of course you never signed because you didn’t wanna be signed to a contract

•But you did work with them a couple time if you really wanted to because kpop didn’t really mix with your style (think Jake Hill and 3racha)

•So once you got a email from JYP you almost thought it was a joke

•cause like no way would your music style ever mix with his idols styles

•But apparently the email was real and that he wanted you to collab with his newest upcoming group Stray kids

•You had no freaking idea who Stray kids was so you looked them up and decided to give them a try because you actually liked their music

•Once you met up at the jyp building you felt hella out of place because everyone was dressed so nicely while you wore ripped jeans, a graphic hoodie with a denim jacket over it paired with basic vans

•You also felt out of place because the staff just looked at you before whispering to the person next to them rather than just walking  by or greeting you

•but by the time the 3 boys had entered you soon felt back in and place

•they didn’t dress super nice they dressed casually and you liked that

•The whole time you worked with Jisung, Chan and Changbin they were super sweet and never once brought up the difference in your eye color

•okay no that one's  a lie, Jisung did once but it was just to compliment you

•But that’s not the point so far the whole day had managed to be super productive you were able to work on the beats yourself, mixing some of their style with yours

•of course you called them back a couple time to asked them what they thought and you were ecstatic to know they liked it so far

•But somewhere during the time you were working by yourself someone had abruptly opened the door and you had thought it would have been Jisung considering he was rather energetic but when you turned your head you were met with a new face

•”O-Oh I’m sorry I thought Chan was here.”

•And with that he closed the door just as abruptly as he had opened it

•You  decided to just brush it off and go back to your own work

•On the flip side the boy who had abruptly walked in on you was having a mini heart attack as he looked for this beloved leader

•Once he had found Chan he quickly spilled the scenario to him in a rush of  English and Korean

•”Felix calm down I can’t understand you.”

•”I SAID I ACCIDENTLY RAN INTO ONE OF THE PRODUCERS WORKING THINKING YOU WERE IN THERE! YOU SAID YOU WERE WORKING IN THAT ROOM YOU BETRAYED ME HOW COULD YOU!”

•”First of all I was in there and secondly what’s up with you did your contact fall out or something??”

•If there was one thing you should know about Felix was that he appreciated the idea of  soulmates

•and although he totally loved the deep blue his left eye possessed his parents made him cover it with a dark brown contact that matched his own to avoid complications

•Though he still wanted to find his soulmate, so he'd sometimes purposely forgot to wear his contacts because the public eye had ever witnessed him with his blue eye and just assumed it was a contact in itself

•That was one thing he could defiantly thank his parents for

•But to know there was something off about his blue eye made him smile with a warm fuzzy feeling

•quickly grabbing his phone he opened the camera and nearly dropped it seeing the hints of brown that speckled in his once naturally blue eye

•but just as quickly has his heart skipped a beat it had fallen to the pits of his stomach

•how in the world was he supposed to know who he looked in the eye to cause his eye to change

•For all he could know his soulmate could have been covering their eye or had accidentally made eye contact with him when he wasn’t playing much attention to it

•Feeling a sudden drop in Felix’s mood Chan couldn’t help but slightly pity the boy having that he went through almost the same thing

•”Actually the producer we’re working with has a deep blue eye but I’m not sure if their just born with it or it has something to do with soulmates.”

•Immediately Felix perked up at the sound of the  statement and instantly thanked his mother…(I meant chan but I’m keeping that right there…) before slouching once again

•”I  don’t know what they look like.”

•”Dude we’re literally working with them it’s not like your is from a different company”

•”Yeah but what if they’re just born with it?”

•Rolling his eyes Chan left the boy to mope in his own thoughts not knowing how to cheer him up any longer

•With a sigh Felix soon left the building remembering that he was going to head to some new pop up stores with Jisung,  Seungmin, and Jeongin

•By the time him and the other three boys had headed out to the chilly streets of Seoul the idea of soulmates had left this mind

•Especially since the whole time they were just having fun, being goofy while dancing around or randomly singing parodies about how hungry they were, like normal teenagers

•Though in one store while Felix was looking through vinyls he had bumped into another person and once he turned to see them he notice how their once blue eye suddenly had a hint of brown appear in it

•”O-Oh um sorry I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

•”I-It’s alright really.”

•Their voice sounded like music to Felix’s ears and he wanted nothing more than to confront them about their eye

•But it was hard when he had decided to cover his eyes with a contact

•”...u-hm I don’t mean to come off rude by you-”

•”(y/n)!”

•Both of your eyes shot towards the owner of the voice before you quickly excused yourself to catch up with friend  

•Not feeling in the place to stop you he stood there quietly scratching the back of his head

•Despite losing his chance of talking to you, he couldn’t help but smile a little to him

•”(y/n) huh?”

•He barely knew you but he already loved the way your name rolled perfectly off his tongue

•Shaking his head he allowed things to be the way they were and found his friends to  just have fun tonight and worry about confronting you later

•The next day Felix and the other 5 other boys had been called into the studio for recording

•at first Felix didn’t bother to pay attention to new person that was sitting considering he was in a very enthusiastic  conversation with Changbin

•and well because their back was facing him

•But his attention was all theirs once they had turned around to introduce themselves.

•”Hello I’m (Your full name) I hope we can work well together.”

•Your eye was a dead give away and your name only confirmed his thoughts further

•But at that exact moment something came over Felix and he no longer wanted to confront you about it

•”Let’s see...Let’s start with Felix.”

•Getting up with a little bounce he walked towards the door and confidently walked to the mic

•”Shall we try it now?”

•Felix gave you a little nod along with a small thumbs and his heart fluttered upon seeing a small smile appeared on your face before you turned on the music and started recording

•Once you stopped the recording you tilted your head slightly

•”It’s really good but something seems off..”

•You looked at where Felix was and evaluated the space he was in before immediate standing up and entering the recording room to fix his mic to his height

•In that same time Felix took the time to rush a small conversation with you

•”Aye how could a professional like you forget? It’s because I’m super cute right?”

•”No- Wai-t Yes- WAIT NO- not in that way.”

•Your face instantly heated up and you chose to be quiet and quickly fix his mic before scurrying out of the room to finish up his recording

•”Alright let’s try this again.”

•Hitting record you loved the sound of his voice more now that the mic was actually leveled with his height and instantly went into doubling it

•Once Felix was done you went to change the mics height but on the way in Felix was on his way out and managed to mumble a compliment you on your way

•”You look really cool there.”

•Brushing passed him you couldn't help feel your heartbeat acclerate as you fumbled to fix the mix for Hyunjin

•You thought he was just saying but he meant it in all honesty

•The whole time you working he couldn’t take his eyes off you

•Like honestly he was watching talent at it’s best right in front of him

•And when day of recording came to an end he was still amazed with you and the best part was that JYP was letting you work with them this whole album

•And if you’re not getting the hint now it meant Felix had the whole time to subtly flirt with you

•He did exactly that, but not to the point you were uncomfortable

•Besides the whole time he did flirt with you, it’d be something super cute or cheesy

•The members even caught on to what he was doing and even shipped it to the point of small teasing

•Though you only started to thinking about having feelings for Felix when you had to work with him late at night because he was having trouble with one of his parts

•you ended up sitting with him, helping him with the tone he need  to use for the song

•and by the time he had gotten it down it was already late so you told him to go home

•he had left but came back soon with drinks, food and a blanket

•he draped the blanket over you and opened your food and drink for you

•and the whole time he didn’t say a lot but he didn’t need to because his presence was just nice (?)

•I mean you were still young and having to stay alone every night trying to achieve your dream got lonely and dull sometimes

•and the fact he stayed by your side while occasionally asking you if you were okay the whole time you were working made your heart flutter

•and what sealed the deal was when you wrapped up to go back home Felix stood up with you and kissed your forehead while mumbling goodnight before telling you to go home safely

•The next day you couldn’t help but smile back at him as he waved at you with the widest smile

•but in the back of your head you couldn’t help but regret that today would be the last day you’d be working with them

•and in all honesty everything was going really well till Felix started to whine about something

•at first you paid no attention to it thinking the members would help him with what was wrong

•but it got progressively louder to the point you had to turn around to see what was wrong

•and when you turned around you just saw Felix lying on the couch with the boys surrounding himself as he went on about something being in his eye

•and how it really hurt

•since they weren’t really doing anything you stood up to help the poor boy

•when you get to him you noticed how puffy and wet his eyes were from being irritated

•So you went to pull away his hand that was rubbing at his eye

•but when you did your breath caught in your throat

•It took you awhile to notice the huge smile on his face and once you did you couldn't help but mimic his smile

•”you sly little-”

•”I know I’m awesome right.”

•You rolled your eyes and playfully hit the boy despite the amount of joy coursing through your veins that  almost uncontrollable

•Pulling you into a tight hug Felix showered your face in kisses happy to know that the feelings he shared were mutual

•and suddenly today wasn’t as bad as it would have been

•sure it was your last day working with Felix and Stray kids

•But it wasn’t the end of you seeing them

•You never signed with JYP as a producer but you did drop by often if the boys had difficulties, or had been practicing for a while and you wanted to bring them food

•But it just another excuse to see Felix since he was the most precious thing ever

•It didn’t matter how late he would practice he would never miss a day to visit you and stay up late waiting for you to finish  so he could cuddle with you back at your apartment or the dorm

•If you were feeling super unmotivated in your work he’d always be there to bring you up and vise versa

•He had managed to change your own perspective on soulmates and you really grew to admire him

•But besides all that serious stuff the both of you were just super fluff balls together

•If you ever came over just to hangout or with food without fail Felix would always pull you in between his lap with his arms wrapped slowly around your waist

•And if he was just watching you work he’d always get lost in your eyes because he always thought your eye was a pretty shade of blue (even though it was the exact same color..)

•Highkey loves it when he manages to gets you all shy and embarrassed

•But you always manage to make him super soft by composing cute little things for him

•and even taking the time out of your day to teach him how to produce too (and he’d always get lost because he’s too busy staring at you lovingly because he’d love just how much your eyes sparkled when you talked about stuff like this)

•Overall both of you were just super soft for the other

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Being Alone, Apparently, and Best Friend: Id 18211, 4 Yrs., 48 lbs., Neutered & dreaming of YOU! Brooklyn ACC ROCKY Super wiggly, sweet, playful, affectionate boy TO BE KILLED 3/2/19 Introducing Friendly Chocolatey-Coated Lovebug Rocky! “STUNNING!” “GORGEOUS!” “MAGNIFICENT!” Just some of the adjectives that come pouring out of the mouths of people when they first set eyes on Rocky. “Yes, yes, but do you love me for who I am?” You can just see the wheels spinning in Rocky’s mind over all this attention. He’s so much more than just a pretty face. This amazing boy is also super sweet, affectionate, loving and playful. Rocky has found himself back at the shelter through no fault of his own, and is hoping the stay will be short, despite all the attention from smitten staff and volunteers. He wants a home of his own, a nice back yard, toys and treats and all the fun stuff that comes from being a beloved family pet. If you want a dog who is a showstopper, but who also has a heart of pure gold and who only wants to be your best friend for all his life to come, look no further. Rocky is neutered and more than ready to join your perfect family. PM our page or email us at MustLoveDogsNYC@gmail.com for assistance fostering or adopting him. MY VIDEO: https://youtu.be/Og2tNDXEIhQ Life of the party https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XDU7u7xz2CE ROCKY, ID# 18211, 4 Yrs old, 48 lbs,. Neutered Male Brooklyn ACC, Medium Mixed Breed, Chocolate / White Owner Surrender Reason: owner moving Shelter Assessment Rating: LEVEL 2 No young children (under 5) Medical Behavior Rating: OWNER SURRENDER NOTES - BASIC INFORMATION: Rocky is a 4 year old, large mixed breed male who was neutered prior to coming into the shelter. He has no known health issues or injuries and last saw the vet a year ago. Rocky was in his previous home for 4 years and was surrendered due to the owner moving. He previously lived with 2 adults and 1 child. Rocky is friendly and outgoing when meeting new people. He has lived with a 3 year old in the home and was relaxed and playful with them. Rocky has interacted with other dog and is playful and friendly around them. Rocky has not spent time around cats before. He does not does not have any resource guarding behavior, is partially housetrained and his energy level is described as medium. Other Notes: Rocky is not bothered by having his food or toys touched. He allows his owner to bathe and groom him but he will struggle to get away when having his nails trimmed. Rocky will alert bark when guests come to the door. Has this dog ever had any medical issues? No For a New Family to Know Rocky is described as being friendly, affectionate and playful. He has been an indoor dog with a lot of time outside. He likes to play with chew toys and chew bones, eats dry food and sleeps anywhere. Rocky is well behaved when left alone in the house and has not been crate trained. He listens to the commands sit, come and stay. Rocky plays in the yard for exercise and to go to the bathroom and walks on leash. INTAKE NOTES – DATE OF INTAKE, 19-Feb-2019: Upon intake Rocky had a relaxed body and wagged his tail when counselor approached, he was scanned (positive), collared and photographed. Rocky allowed all handling at intake. Means of surrender (length of time in previous home): Owner surrender Previously lived with: 2 Adults, 1 Child (3 y/o) Behavior toward strangers: Friendly and outgoing Behavior toward children: Relaxed and playful Behavior toward dogs: Playful and friendly Behavior toward cats: Unknown Resource guarding: None reported. Bite history: None reported. Housetrained: Partially Energy level/descriptors: Rocky is described as friendly, affectionate and playful with a medium energy level. SHELTER ASSESSMENT - Summary: Leash Walking Strength and pulling: Moderate pulling on leash, but settles during walk Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: Sociability Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Moderately social, staying near handler, solicits attention Call over: Readily approaches, seeking attention Sociability comments: Jumped up on handler during assessment Handling Soft handling: Lip-licking and panting, although soft-bodied, leaning into handler Exuberant handling: Panting and overall minimal signs of anxiety, remained soft-bodied and sought contact with handler Handling comments: Arousal Jog: Initially engaged in play, but became overstimulated and began jumping up and mouthing with moderate pressure Arousal comments: Readily recovered once play was ceased Knock Knock Comments: No response Toy Toy comments: Displayed minimal interest in the toy overall PLAYGROUP NOTES - DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: According to Rocky's previous owner, he has interacted with other dogs and is playful and friendly around them. 2/21: When off leash at the Care Center, Rocky is introduced to a novel female dog. He appropriately greets the female at the gate but attempts to mount her once the gate is opened. He listens to handler interruptions and walks away to explore the yard. He will check back in with the female but then attempt to mount her again. 2/23: Rocky offers several corrections and chest bumps when introduced to a high energy player. He is immediately separated to avoid escalation. INTAKE BEHAVIOR - Date of intake: 19-Feb-2019 Summary: Relaxed body, wagging tail, allowed all handling MEDICAL BEHAVIOR - Date of initial:19-Feb-2019 Summary: Very friendly and affectionate ENERGY LEVEL: Rocky exhibits a medium energy level. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION: Level 2 Behavior Asilomar TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations: No young children (under 5) Recommendations comments: During Rocky's assessment, he exhibited some mouthiness and overstimulation during play, as well as displayed some signs of anxiety while in the room. As a result, it is recommended that Rocky be placed in a home with no young children. Potential challenges: Mouthiness/poor bite inhibition Anxiety MEDICAL EXAM NOTES 19-Feb-2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 4 years Microchip noted on Intake? Yes Microchip Number (If Applicable): History : O/S Subjective: BARH. No csvd Observed Behavior - Very friendly and affectionate Evidence of Cruelty seen - no Evidence of Trauma seen - no Objective P = wnl R = wnl BCS 4/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: mild dental tartar PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: MN, no discharge MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: normal externally Assessment Apparently healthy (slightly underweight) Prognosis: good Plan: no tx needed ----------------------------------------------------------------------- MEDICAL EXAM NOTES FIRST STAY / 13-Jan-2018 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 3yrs Microchip noted on Intake? Yes History : Stray, brought in by NYPD, reunification in process Subjective: BARH Observed Behavior - Active, attention seeking, allows all handling Evidence of Cruelty seen - no Evidence of Trauma seen - no Objective P = WNL R = WNL BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: Teeth clean, pink mm PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: Neutered MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy but dirty hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Assessment: Apparently healthy Prognosis: Excellent Plan: Reunification in process. Continue to monitor while at BACC *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). 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OPEN PLOTS

I finally updated Daldal’s plot and connection pages! But if for some reason you can’t go there, under the cut are listed the wanted plots and connections I currently have ‘u’  There are 17 open plots for you to choose from your liking! Please send me a message if anything peaks your interest or like this post!

PLOTS:

Check-Mate | (0/1)

Always competitive, Daldal was challenged into going on a date with a boy by her friends and sadly, you’re her victim. It was supposed to be a joke on you - Why would a Chunghwa top tier student go out with someone from a much lower class school? But then the second date happens, and the third, then she already lost how many dates you two had and she realizes that she actually likes you and can be herself around you. What is going to happen after: if the challenge is going to be discovered, if the relationship is going further more then a friendship, it’s entirely up to muse and mun..

Competition/rivals | (0/1)

The two are always in competition to see who is going to be at the top, be a at sports, grades, popularity, everything takes in count  because there is nothing better then one be placed higher then the other.

First Love | (0/1)

A love that can take you so high, something that can drift her mind apart and become one of her most beloved things. Daldal is not made of ice, she wants to fall in love, she wants to feel what teenagers feel - it’s not because of her dedication towards her studies that are going to keep her from experiencing love, but it might be exactly that’s what can break the relationship apart. Direction from it entirely up to mun and muse as well :)

I’ve never needed anyone like I’m needing you today(0/1)

Daldal is worried with her little brother because he had to go trough an emergency sirurgy and she really needs a shoulder to cry on. She appeared at your house, holding a bag full of soft drinks and sweets and just needed you to hold her tight and tell her that everything is going to be okay.

Let’s agree on disagree (0/1) - Has be a Chunghwa student, has to be in the debate team.

Your muse and Daldal are both on the debate team but their clashing ideas always makes both of them to end up arguing. But they both try to stop those arguments for the sake of the debate team but things don’t go as you two expect…

‘Ya got it, boss!(0/1)

For some reason you are broken and needs money with urgency! Luckily you saw the ‘Wanted part-timers’ at a near flower shop and apply for the job. Daldal aka your boss is a bit of a weirdo, talks to herself and is always losing coins on the counter but she is still a good boss! What kind of hardships can this environment bring??

Waiting Room buddies (0/1)

You are in the hospital for a few weeks and it has been really boring until one day you accidentally bumps into Daldal, the older sister of one of the patients. Since she dislikes her brother room she is always on yours, reading books and writing, sometimes you can even hear her whistle to a song or two and she is the best part of your sad and dull hospital days. But one day she just stops showing and you never see again…or at least until you see her entering your workplace and she says she doesn’t remember you…??

One of Those Nights (0/1)

After a wild night drinking, your friends call the first number on your contact list so you don’t have to drive. Turns out that they were also drunk and dialed the wrong number but that didn’t stopped the awkward situation of being carried by a high school student while dressed in a glitter wedding dress/fancy tuxedo that is not even yours.  

Hidden Talent (0/1)

You left your USB flash drive in the public library and Daldal had to go trough your files to figure out who you are and ended up listening/watching to some videos of you singing/dancing/playing a instrument/practicing sports and wow you’re actually really good?

She pass by your school and waits for you in the entrance and why is this Chunghwa pretty girl talking to you…??? And how does she knows about your talent??? And why is she dragging you to have a cup of coffee and WHY DID YOU ACCEPT IT ANYWAY???????!!!!

Sorry, but that wasn’t for free. You either wash it or pay for a new one.(0/1)

Daldal scoots over to make room for your muse since the rest of the seats on the bus are taken. A minute or two after your muse sits down, they fall asleep and lean into Daldal’s shoulder. Daldal tries to be polite and ignore the stranger sleeping on them, but then your muse starts to drool on her blazer. Her very cherished and expensive blazer.

Full of surprises ( 0/1)

Daldal decides to be a Good Samaritan and pay for your muse’s fare when your muse’s pass keeps getting rejected. Your muse is grateful and promises to repay the kindness if Daldal gives them their contact info. Daldal is reluctant at first, but your muse seems harmless enough. Your muse, who is actually quite wealthy and is just having an off day, plans to make good on their promise.  

Kiki’s Road: The idea that was very terrible but I hate losing so I agreed on doing anyway because pride. (0/1)

Like many places, Seul harbors a few local urban legends and scary stories passed on over weekend bonfires and at summer camps. The most well known is the story of the ‘Kiki.’ Kiki was a farmer who lived on the rural outskirts of town. He was a private man, so private in fact, that in order to keep the locals away from his property, he would place the heads of butchered swine on stakes near the end of his long, winding driveway to discourage any solicitors. Back in the 1950’s three troublemaking teenagers had trespassed onto Kiki’s farm. The following night it wasn’t the heads of pigs that adorned the stakes, but the heads of the unwelcome interlopers, their decapitated corpses swinging from the road’s overpass. Now it’s almost considered a rite of passage to drive down Kiki Road at night. The especially brave will park the car and take a midnight walk underneath the bridge. For Daldal, this story is bullshit and nothing there is true: there are no records on the papers, the local history of Seul don’t match and of course, it never appeared on the news.

Your muse though is filled with a bravery will and bets with Daldal: She is just not going there because she is scared. Competitive as she is, Daldal agrees with the bet: camp near the place that the murders occurred with your muse, the first to tell them to go home is the loser.

Take'Em of Leave ‘Em (0/1)

Daldal decides to drop off a few books she’ve enjoyed. On a whim, she leaves a note in one, signing only as DD, recommending why you should read that book. Your muse picks up that book with a smile and after reading trough it, leaves a note recommending a book that maybe DD might enjoy.

The day Daldal see the book back on the shelf she is the first to pick it up and after reading the note, hops towards the book you recommended and also left a note for your muse about what she thought on the book. Gradually, Daldal and your begin a daily/weekly correspondence with one another.

A friendship develops and the notes get longer and a little more personal. After a couple of weeks, your muse writes a very personal secret on the book meant for Daldal, but somebody else takes the book meant for her! Now your muse has to deal with the consequence of their secret spreading all around the school and the worst thing: Your muse is 100% sure that DD was the one that told to everyone! Now, after weeks, you finally found out the identity of this DD person and you’re plotting your revenge….

Smells like Cappucino spirit(0/1) - School Staff/Teachers only!

Daldal is reeling from stressing over packed schoolwork.Drowning their worries at the coffee shop one night, she encounters their professor, your muse. Your muse is looking for an outlet to plug in their laptop and Daldal offers the one beside their table. Your muse joins Daldal for a coffee and they exchange small talk as your muse grades coursework. As the evening progresses, the conversation continues and by the time the cafe is ready for closing, the pair is left with a desire to keep the conversation going. Feeling it inappropriate to “hang out” together off-school, Daldal and your muse make unofficial plans to continue their chat at the cafe the following night. Your muse and Daldal have such deep/meaningful/enjoyable conversations that they resolve to start meeting each other to talk once a week.

Take a Note (0/1)

When your muse’s cell phone battery dies, they resort to passing paper notes to Daldal so they can continue an important conversation. Much to their displeasure, their teacher catches them and insists that your muse read the note in front of the class as punishment.

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. (1/1)

When Daldal, a typically straight-edge student, is dragged to a party and has their first taste of alcohol, they end up needing your muse to get them home safely. When your muse runs into Daldal the next day, she is a bit embarrassed about their uncharacteristic behavior.  

Baby Project (0/1)

As a science class assignment,students are required to take care of a baby simulator for 3 weeks. The teacher doesn’t give the students a choice of partners, instead pairing them up at random. Much to Daldal’s dismay, they’re matched up with your muse, someone she can’t stand. Every decision they make as fake parents is a struggle from the very beginning, particularly scheduling who takes care of the baby when and for how long. Daldal and your muse are forced to compromise and spend time together with the baby for the sake of the project, which requires cooperative decision-making and documentation of their progress. Over the course of the project, Daldal and your muse start to realize that their partner isn’t as horrible as they once thought. They’re actually kind of fun to be around, even given the circumstances. What will happen to their budding relationship once the project comes to an end?

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Being Alone, Apparently, and Best Friend: Id 18211, 4 Yrs., 48 lbs., Neutered & dreaming of YOU! Brooklyn ACC ROCKY Super wiggly, sweet, playful, affectionate boy TO BE KILLED 3/2/19 Introducing Friendly Chocolatey-Coated Lovebug Rocky! “STUNNING!” “GORGEOUS!” “MAGNIFICENT!” Just some of the adjectives that come pouring out of the mouths of people when they first set eyes on Rocky. “Yes, yes, but do you love me for who I am?” You can just see the wheels spinning in Rocky’s mind over all this attention. He’s so much more than just a pretty face. This amazing boy is also super sweet, affectionate, loving and playful. Rocky has found himself back at the shelter through no fault of his own, and is hoping the stay will be short, despite all the attention from smitten staff and volunteers. He wants a home of his own, a nice back yard, toys and treats and all the fun stuff that comes from being a beloved family pet. If you want a dog who is a showstopper, but who also has a heart of pure gold and who only wants to be your best friend for all his life to come, look no further. Rocky is neutered and more than ready to join your perfect family. PM our page or email us at MustLoveDogsNYC@gmail.com for assistance fostering or adopting him. MY VIDEO: https://youtu.be/Og2tNDXEIhQ Life of the party https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XDU7u7xz2CE ROCKY, ID# 18211, 4 Yrs old, 48 lbs,. Neutered Male Brooklyn ACC, Medium Mixed Breed, Chocolate / White Owner Surrender Reason: owner moving Shelter Assessment Rating: LEVEL 2 No young children (under 5) Medical Behavior Rating: OWNER SURRENDER NOTES - BASIC INFORMATION: Rocky is a 4 year old, large mixed breed male who was neutered prior to coming into the shelter. He has no known health issues or injuries and last saw the vet a year ago. Rocky was in his previous home for 4 years and was surrendered due to the owner moving. He previously lived with 2 adults and 1 child. Rocky is friendly and outgoing when meeting new people. He has lived with a 3 year old in the home and was relaxed and playful with them. Rocky has interacted with other dog and is playful and friendly around them. Rocky has not spent time around cats before. He does not does not have any resource guarding behavior, is partially housetrained and his energy level is described as medium. Other Notes: Rocky is not bothered by having his food or toys touched. He allows his owner to bathe and groom him but he will struggle to get away when having his nails trimmed. Rocky will alert bark when guests come to the door. Has this dog ever had any medical issues? No For a New Family to Know Rocky is described as being friendly, affectionate and playful. He has been an indoor dog with a lot of time outside. He likes to play with chew toys and chew bones, eats dry food and sleeps anywhere. Rocky is well behaved when left alone in the house and has not been crate trained. He listens to the commands sit, come and stay. Rocky plays in the yard for exercise and to go to the bathroom and walks on leash. INTAKE NOTES – DATE OF INTAKE, 19-Feb-2019: Upon intake Rocky had a relaxed body and wagged his tail when counselor approached, he was scanned (positive), collared and photographed. Rocky allowed all handling at intake. Means of surrender (length of time in previous home): Owner surrender Previously lived with: 2 Adults, 1 Child (3 y/o) Behavior toward strangers: Friendly and outgoing Behavior toward children: Relaxed and playful Behavior toward dogs: Playful and friendly Behavior toward cats: Unknown Resource guarding: None reported. Bite history: None reported. Housetrained: Partially Energy level/descriptors: Rocky is described as friendly, affectionate and playful with a medium energy level. SHELTER ASSESSMENT - Summary: Leash Walking Strength and pulling: Moderate pulling on leash, but settles during walk Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: Sociability Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Moderately social, staying near handler, solicits attention Call over: Readily approaches, seeking attention Sociability comments: Jumped up on handler during assessment Handling Soft handling: Lip-licking and panting, although soft-bodied, leaning into handler Exuberant handling: Panting and overall minimal signs of anxiety, remained soft-bodied and sought contact with handler Handling comments: Arousal Jog: Initially engaged in play, but became overstimulated and began jumping up and mouthing with moderate pressure Arousal comments: Readily recovered once play was ceased Knock Knock Comments: No response Toy Toy comments: Displayed minimal interest in the toy overall PLAYGROUP NOTES - DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: According to Rocky's previous owner, he has interacted with other dogs and is playful and friendly around them. 2/21: When off leash at the Care Center, Rocky is introduced to a novel female dog. He appropriately greets the female at the gate but attempts to mount her once the gate is opened. He listens to handler interruptions and walks away to explore the yard. He will check back in with the female but then attempt to mount her again. 2/23: Rocky offers several corrections and chest bumps when introduced to a high energy player. He is immediately separated to avoid escalation. INTAKE BEHAVIOR - Date of intake: 19-Feb-2019 Summary: Relaxed body, wagging tail, allowed all handling MEDICAL BEHAVIOR - Date of initial:19-Feb-2019 Summary: Very friendly and affectionate ENERGY LEVEL: Rocky exhibits a medium energy level. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION: Level 2 Behavior Asilomar TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations: No young children (under 5) Recommendations comments: During Rocky's assessment, he exhibited some mouthiness and overstimulation during play, as well as displayed some signs of anxiety while in the room. As a result, it is recommended that Rocky be placed in a home with no young children. Potential challenges: Mouthiness/poor bite inhibition Anxiety MEDICAL EXAM NOTES 19-Feb-2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 4 years Microchip noted on Intake? Yes Microchip Number (If Applicable): History : O/S Subjective: BARH. No csvd Observed Behavior - Very friendly and affectionate Evidence of Cruelty seen - no Evidence of Trauma seen - no Objective P = wnl R = wnl BCS 4/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: mild dental tartar PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: MN, no discharge MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: normal externally Assessment Apparently healthy (slightly underweight) Prognosis: good Plan: no tx needed ----------------------------------------------------------------------- MEDICAL EXAM NOTES FIRST STAY / 13-Jan-2018 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 3yrs Microchip noted on Intake? Yes History : Stray, brought in by NYPD, reunification in process Subjective: BARH Observed Behavior - Active, attention seeking, allows all handling Evidence of Cruelty seen - no Evidence of Trauma seen - no Objective P = WNL R = WNL BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: Teeth clean, pink mm PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: Neutered MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy but dirty hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Assessment: Apparently healthy Prognosis: Excellent Plan: Reunification in process. Continue to monitor while at BACC *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). 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