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The Kingdom’s Best Cake Shop!

Never a Dull Moment!

Magical Emergency Handling: The case is officially closed! Almond Cookie: Good work, everyone. I know it’s time to go home, but please… Magical Emergency Handling: Yes, yes, we know. It may be the holidays, but crime doesn’t take holidays. Right? Magical Emergency Handling: Don’t worry about it. I’ll be right back if we get a call! Almond Cookie: Ha ha, I’m grateful to have such a dedicated team. Almond Cookie’s Pager: *beep beep* Magical Emergency Handling: Oh, me and my big mouth! I should keep a sack of salt around… Almond Cookie: No, no, this is… Friendly Text: “Have you heard that the most BRILLIANT wizards in the history of Parfaedia are having the SWEETEST party ever?! You better hurry before the cake is all gone!” Almond Cookie: …A personal call. Almond Cookie: I’ll be off then. Have a good night, folks.

Cream Puff Cookie: Oh, Detective Almond Cookie! Over here! Latte Cookie: Perfect timing! TA-DA! What do you think of this masterpiece?! Almond Cookie: …It’s a cake? Cream Puff Cookie: It’s not just any ordinary cake though! It’s a custom-made cake by the Sugar Gnome Cake Shop! I can’t wait to try it…! Latte Cookie: Do you have any idea how much trouble we went through to get this cake? You know, for a detective, you sure can be clueless sometimes! Almond Cookie: …Please understand that this time of the year can get pretty… hectic. My apologies. Latte Cookie: You’re welcome! It always makes me proud when a student of mine learns something… Ha ha! Almond Cookie: …??? Are you calling me a student- Latte Cookie: Ha ha! Let’s go inside, shall we? Cream Puff Cookie did such an amazing job preparing the place for the part! Prepare to be wowed! Cream Puff Cookie: Eh he he… It wasn’t all me… I couldn’t have done it without the kind professor! Almond Cookie: You organized all of this by yourselves? Cream Puff Cookie: Yep, we decorated with ribbons, cooked a bunch of yummy dishes, and even cast spells so the dishes won’t grow cold! Cream Puff Cookie: I made cute cream puppy decorations and lit candles to make it extra pretty… OH! Latte Cookie: Yes, candles feel much more festive than magical lights… OH!? Almond Cookie: W-what’s the matter with you two?!

Latte Cookie: We forgot to turn off the candles before picking up the cake…! Almond Cookie: WHAT?! And you call yourself a responsible adult?! Cream Puff Cookie: W-what do we do, professor? Latte Cookie: We run! Now! Almond Cookie! Start running! Almond Cookie: Wizards…! It’s like you’re TRYING to create accidents…! Almond Cookie: You call that running?! Where’s the party?! Run faster!

Bound by Cake

Cake Monsters: Huff huff… huff… Red Velvet Cookie: Good work, desserts. You are now officially soldiers of the Cake legion. Cake Monsters: RUFF! Red Velvet Cookie: It is I who command the battlefield. You lot have nothing to worry about. I’m responsible for everything… Poison Mushroom Cookie: Red Velvet Coooookie! Red Velvet Cookie: Poison Mushroom Cookie? Odd to see you here.

Pomegranate Cookie: Poison Mushroom Cookie is here because they followed me. Greetings, Red Velvet Cookie. Pomegranate Cookie: It’s not long until our master’s grand plans finally come to fruition. Truly, a crucial moment for us all… Pomegranate Cookie: And as expected, thankfully, I see that you’re working hard as always. Pomegranate Cookie: Unlike some foolish Cookie who decided to get in line for some cake in such crucial times. Licorice Cookie: I-I was spying on the cake shop! Gathering information! Pomegranate Cookie: Getting in line several times wearing EXACTLY the same disguise can hardly be called… “spying”. Pomegranate Cookie: Admit it! You just wanted to eat cake! The entire Tower of Sweet Chaos is at your disposal, but no! You HAD to get THAT cake! Red Velvet Cookie: I know it was probably just a spur of the moment but these are not for sale or eating.

Licorice Cookie: The disguise was because I need more than one cake! Bat-Cat and Schwarzwälder wanted some too… Pomegranate Cookie: If you could put half the effort you aim towards those fools into the master’s grand plans…! Red Velvet Cookie: You two, take it outside. Licorice Cookie: What are you saying?! I give 100% and more to Dark Enchantress Cookie! Red Velvet Cookie: It’s like talking to a wall… Poison Mushroom Cookie: Lookie lookie, Red Velvet Cookie! Red Velvet Cookie: It’s a cake. Do you want me to cut you a piece? Poison Mushroom Cookie: Make me a friend, please! Red Velvet Cookie: A friend? Ah. You mean a Cake Hound. I’m afraid I can’t do that. Only cakes born in this very oven here and my sword can… Poison Mushroom Cookie: No… friends…? But I have lots… of shroomies… Red Velvet Cookie: …You know Cookies that will have that cake with you though. Poison Mushroom Cookie: With… me…? Red Velvet Cookie: Yes. You have me, and those two squabbling over there as well.

Red Velvet Cookie: Here, I cut it up evenly. Go get them. Poison Mushroom Cookie: But Pomegranate Cookie… angry… I’m scared…! Red Velvet Cookie: She won’t listen to me but she will listen to you. Go…! Poison Mushroom Cookie: Hmm… Licorice Cookie: …But I-I’m good at my job, you know! Pomegranate Cookie: That’s what YOU think! Poison Mushroom Cookie: …Pomegranate Cookie, Licorice Cookie! Pomegranate Cookie: …! Licorice Cookie: …Yes, quite right! Poison Mushroom Cookie: Let’s go have cake…! Red Velvet Cookie has cut it for us! Pomegranate Cookie: Sigh… Yes. It seems that I have gotten myself overworked over something so trivial. Licorice Cookie: A-Ahem! Took the words right out of my mouth! You should thank Poison Mushroom Cookie for stopping me! Red Velvet Cookie: Ah, you’re all here. Here’s your piece. If you don’t take it, these Cake Hounds are more than happy to take it off your hands. Licorice Cookie: Huh?! Wait… WAIT! That’s MY cake! I didn’t bring it all the way here to share with you! UGH… Poison Mushroom Cookie: He he he… So lively… Poison Mushroom Cookie: So warm, my spores… Huuh…? You think so too? He he…

Super Cake Mayhem

Twizzly Gummy Cookie: Hey! Where is everyone?

Twizzly Gummy Cookie: Zap it up and come out right now! I brought cake! Wild Strawberry Cookie: Cake? Toothpaste Cookie: I knew you were up to something when you disappeared just back then… Did you steal it from the store? Twizzly Gummy Cookie: No, I bought it! Now be grateful and let’s EAT! Wild Strawberry Cookie: …You didn’t have to steal it? Twizzly Gummy Cookie: Ha ha ha… In this dimension, everyone can have as much cake as they want. I’m not gonna miss out on having cake! Toothpaste Cookie: Pfft, so you actually stood in line, ordered this gigantic cake, and PAID for it? Is that what you’re saying? Toothpaste Cookie: Who would’ve thought that you’re the galaxy’s greatest criminal who even escaped the Time Balance Department?

Toothpaste Cookie: Pfft… I can’t stop laughing! HA HA! You’re gonna make me cry! HA HA HA! Twizzly Gummy Cookie: Why you… I could’ve just had this all by myself but I brought it to share it with you guys…! *smack* Twizzly Gummy Cookie: One more laugh and I’ll stuff your mouth with this cake! Got it?! Toothpaste Cookie: Gah, what are you, five?! Throwing cake is not cool! I’ve spent hours on getting my hair ready and now it’s covered in cake! Wild Strawberry Cookie: Ew… You’re a mess. Don’t come near me. Toothpaste Cookie: …You know that only makes me wanna come close, right? Wild Strawberry Cookie: No… Stay back! ARGH! You got cake all over me as well! UGHHHH… That’s it, I’m gonna cover you in cake!

Croissant Cookie: Freeze! I’m from the TBD! You little rascals, stop right there- *SMACK* Wild Strawberry Cookie: Wait, what?! You got in my way! I was aiming for him! Croissant Cookie: Wah, what’s this? Cake…? I can’t see…! Toothpaste Cookie: Ha ha ha! Saved by the cake! Looks like TBD can be helpful after all! Twizzly Gummy Cookie: Tsk, how did they find us so soon?! Everyone, run for it! Croissant Cookie: No! Patooey! Halt! Haaaaaaalt!

Sweet Treats in the Forest

Pinecone Cookie: Ta-da! Look at this! Thick Oak Tree: *Creak…?* Pinecone Cookie: Nope! Wrong! This here, is called… Pinecone Cookie: A holiday cake! Apparently it’s super popular in the Cookie kingdom! Pinecone Cookie: It’s round and thick! Just like that trunk of yours! Long Elm Tree: *Whisssss* Pinecone Cookie: Huh…? Trees don’t eat this? Well, yeah, I know! Pinecone Cookie: But everyone was getting one… to share it with their friends… Dry Birch Tree: *Tick tick tick…* Pinecone Cookie: No, it’s fine! I’ll have it by myself… Small Animal Sounds: *chirp chirp* *purrrrr!* Pinecone Cookie: Uh… Who goes there?!

Fig Cookie: ‘Ello! Didja hear ma jelly horns as well? Pinecone Cookie: Jelly horns? I’m Pinecone Cookie, the keeper of this forest! Fig Cookie: I see! M’name is Fig Cookie. Fig Cookie: What a nice for’st you ‘ave here! This for’st is lucky to ‘ave such a mighty for’st keeper! Pinecone Cookie: Er… yeah! He he… Fig Cookie: Actually, I brought some cake to share it with ma animal friends and fellow young Cookies! Wouldja like to join us? Pinecone Cookie: Oh! Cake? I have cake too! Pinecone Cookie: I… can’t share it with my tree friends… Fig Cookie: Pafect! I was word’d it might not be enough! Fig Cookie: I’m so glad to have metcha, for’st keeper! Pinecone Cookie: R-really?! Fig Cookie: Yes, ‘f course! And I think the trees will be ‘appy to ‘ave us enjoy the cake nea’ them! Thick Oak Tree: *rustle rustle* Pinecone Cookie: Fig Cookie is right…? Pinecone Cookie: Alright! Oh, we can explain to the trees what it tastes like after having a bite! Fig Cookie: That’s a great oidea!

Holidays on the Waves

Republic Sailor Cookie 2: Heigh-ho, heigh-ho! We are the Cookies of the sea, living on the ship and that’s where we’ll be! Throw away your worries about getting soggy! Heave! Ho! Salty Shark Crew: Heave! Ho! Candy Diver Cookie: ⭗,⭗◯~! Republic Sailor Cookie 1: You lot! Stop loitering around! Do your jobs! Republic Sailor Cookie 2: Didn’t we already finish checking the merchant ships before the year-end events? We’re doing our job! Look at us! Being on guard! Republic Sailor Cookie 2: And look at our captain! He’s buying us cake because it’s the holiday! Seriously, we don’t deserve you! Republic Sailor Cookie 1: Pfft! Says the one that’s been nagging the captain ever since you saw the first snowflake! Republic Sailor Cookie 1: You dropped down the deck and started yelling how you’ll become soggy if we don’t get you some cake! Republic Sailor Cookie 2: But this fella says there’s nothing quite like it! If a Cookie says that it’s THAT good, you gotta try it!

Candy Diver Cookie: ⬛⬛⬛~! ⬜⬜⬜~! ★፠☆★!! Republic Sailor Cookie 2: And the captain is… Huh? Wait. We have a guest! Oyster Cookie: Such a merry bunch of sailors! I take it that your captain is currently occupied? Slow Salty Shark Sailor: The captain? Yes, he’s out to get us cake- Republic Sailor Cookie 2: Don’t go blabbering on about! Republic Sailor Cookie 1: The captain is busy, as always. But I’m sure the venerable elder knows that already. How can I help you today? Do you have an appointment with the captain? Oyster Cookie: Oh, naturally we’re closer than that, don’t you think? I just wanted to stop by and see a friendly face! Republic Sailor Cookie 1: R-right… of course… Republic Sailor Cookie 2: Err… Don’t do anything funny, okay> Republic Sailor Cookie 1: Ugh, you just had to get that cake, didn’t ya! Captain Caviar Cookie: What’s going on? Didn’t I tell you lot to keep watch? Republic Sailor Cookie 1 & 2: Captain! Captain Caviar Cookie: Ah. And who’s this? What brings you to the Salty Shark? Oyster Cookie: There are conversations that suit the walls of exuberant mansions and decorated halls, and there are conversations to be held over the rocking waters.

Oyster Cookie: The invitation to the year-end ball. You’ve received one, yes? Captain Caviar Cookie: Oh, that one. The one with the fancy envelope and one single sentence? Republic Sailor Cookie 1: Err… are we allowed to listen to this…? Captain Caviar Cookie: If it’s important, let’s head to my quarters. But first… Captain Caviar Cookie: You don’t mind me sharing this cake with my crew, do you? If you want a piece, feel free to sit anywhere on the deck. Republic Sailor Cookie 1: On the deck?! But she’s from House Oyster! Oyster Cookie: How kind of you to think so highly of me! Oyster Cookie: Oh, I recognize that box. It must be from the Sugar Gnomes’ Cake shop, yes? The wonderful helpers who build magnificent buildings? Republic Sailor Cookie 2: Oh? She’s sitting down! Oyster Cookie: I was wondering if it was worth getting in line… What a perfect opportunity. Since you offered, I’d love to have one. Thank you very much. Captain Caviar Cookie: Ha! Thought so. My crew comes first, so don’t think of having seconds!

Captain Caviar Cookie: You all heard that, right? Who wants cake? It’s now or never! Salty Shark Crew: Aye, aye!

Jolly Baking Livestream~☆

Parfait Cookie: Hello, hello! Thank you for coming to Parfait Cookie’s stream! Parfait Cookie: Ooh, I think I see some new names! Hi, y’all! And I also see familiar ones! WELCOME! EyesONParfait: (Parfait Cookie, we missed you!) Par_fait_Paru: (I’ve been waiting since this morning! SO EXCITED!) Parfait Cookie: Thanks, everyone! I missed you all as well! ColorfulLove: (Parfait Cookie! I hope you have a nice holiday!) Parfait Cookie: Aw, thank you! As a matter of fact, I thought I’d have something special today! To celebrate the holidays! He he… Parfait Cookie: It’s… a Holiday Cake Cooking special! Parfait Cookie: It’s my gift to you all for showing me so much love this year! Let’s all sing our favorite songs after this, yeah?! Paruparufait: (Ooh, a cooking special! Is Parfait Cookie good at baking as well? SHE’S EVERYTHING!!!) Parfait Cookie: Err, you see, it’s actually my first time baking a cake… Parfait Cookie: So I decided to invite some guests over who can help! Please give them a round of applause!

Cherry Blossom Cookie: Hi, Parfait Cookie! Thanks for inviting us! Cherry Cookie: He he, SO EXCITED! Cake bombs, here I come! EyesONParfait: (Special guests?! WHAT?! I wanna be there!) PreciousParfait: (Wait, isn’t that the Cookie behind the fireworks from that last time?) Parfait Cookie: With the help of Cherry Cookie and Cherry Blossom Cookie, I’m gonna bake a pretty and yummy cake! Parfait Cookie: Now, let me introduce the ingredients first… Parfait Cookie: Huh? Cherry Blossom Cookie, Cherry Cookie, what’s that you have? Cherry Cookie: Cake! Doesn’t it smell nice? I thought this would be perfect for our holiday picnic! Cherry Cookie: And this here is a cake too! That MAY have a bomb inside! He he, you won’t know until you try it! Parfait Cookie: But… I planned to… bake a cake today… Cherry Cookie: I know, I know, we brought one just in case! You know, in case it blows up! Parfait Cookie: B-blows… up? Cherry Blossom Cookie: Well, Cherry Cookie is here, so you never know! Cherry Cookie: Boom! BAM! But you gotta have cherry bombs on a cake! ParfaitisLIFE: (Is Cherry Cookie’s cake safe…?)

Cherry Cookie: What? But it’s an explosion of flavors! LITERALLY! HA HA! Parfait Cookie: Ha ha ha… Cherry Cookie, you’re so funny! No worries, the cake isn’t gonna explode… Right…? Parfait Cookie: Er, but I’m kinda glad Cherry Blossom Cookie has a back up cake prepared! Parfait Cookie: Then shall we start baking?! Parfait Cookie: Here goes nothing…! Thank you for always being with me! Paru-paru-PARFAIT!☆

Tropical Soda Holidays

Mango Cookie: Welcome to the Tropical Soda Island Tour where the juiciest fruits are here for you all year round! Mango Cookie: Isn’t the sun so bright and warm? I heard that it’s snowing in other kingdoms right now! Sorbet Shark Cookie: OooO? OooOoOO… Mango Cookie: You’ve never seen snow? Neither have I! It’s warm all year round in the Tropical Soda Islands! Mango Cookie: And because the climate is so different, our holidays are also different from other kingdoms. Mango Cookie: Which is why today’s tour will feature the holiday feast of the Tropical Soda Islands where every bite is full of bright delight! Mango Cookie: Let’s start it off with a fresh berry salad served in a watermelon bowl! Handmade from the Watermelon Village! Mango Cookie: Because the Soda Islands are just so hot all the time, we gotta cool it off with refreshing treats! Tourist Cookies: Oh wow, this is really freezing! That sure was refreshing!

Sorbet Shark Cookie: OoOoO! Mango Cookie: Ha ha, isn’t it nice? It definitely helps with the heat! Mango Cookie: And here’s the main dish: Tropical Seafood Platter! Get ‘em fresh, straight from the sea! Tourist Cookies: Hmm, this shrimp is hard to handle! Sorbet Shark Cookie: Oo, ooOooOo… Tourist Cookies: Huh? You want… the shrimp? Sorbet Shark Cookie: ooO! OooO! Tourist Cookies: Oh! Thank you for taking care of that! Mango Cookie: Oh, are you familiar with seafood? You’re so skilled at peeling peach shrimp! Mango Cookie: Wait, actually, why don’t you try our cold cuts as well? They’re made from smoked Jelly Beans! Mango Cookie: And add a glass of pineapple juice, and voila! Your belly is full of sweet delight! Sorbet Shark Cookie: Oooo~OoOooo~ Tourist Cookies: Oh, how sweet and delicious! Mango Cookie: What do you think? Holidays in the Tropical Soda Island* are pretty cool, right? Mango Cookie: Oh! How could I forget. I heard you eat cake for the holidays in the Cookie Kingdom. Mango Cookie: The Tropical Soda Islands also celebrate the holidays by having cake as dessert! Mango Cookie: Which is why I’ve brought… a Tropical Soda Islands-themed holiday cake! Sorbet Shark Cookie: oooO! O! OooOOOoO~ Mango Cookie: Wait, what? Oh! Did you bring a tropical holiday cake as well? Sorbet Shark Cookie: OoooO~OoooOooOO! Mango Cookie: Did you bring it so that we can all share it together? Sorbet Shark Cookie: OOOoO! Mango Cookie: You must be familiar with the Tropical Soda Islands! Thank you so much! Everyone, let’s all have cake! Tourist Cookies: Wow, that looks amazing! Thanks so much! Sorbet Shark Cookie: OooOoOOoO~

Cake! Cake! Cake!

Strawberry Cookie: Oh…? Hello, Carrot Cookie…! Carrot Cookie: Oh, it’s Strawberry Cookie! Are you going to GingerBrave’s holiday party later as well? Strawberry Cookie: Yup…! I even bought cake for everyone. Carrot Cookie: Oh?! You too? I bought cake as well! Carrot Cookie: I bought a big one so that we can share it with everyone! It’s even bigger than my giant crops! Whaddya think? Strawberry Cookie: Wow, it really is big…! Strawberry Cookie: Next to Carrot Cookie’s cake, the cake I brought looks so small…

Carrot Cookie: Oh, pfft. Okay, that’s not true! And besides, that doesn’t matter! Pancake Cookie: Whatcha doing here? I wanna play together too! Strawberry Cookie: Pancake Cookie! I met Carrot Cookie on my way from the cake shop… Pancake Cookie: Ooh, you got cake? I got cake too! Just got it right now! Eh he he! Strawberry Cookie: Pancake Cookie got cake too…?

Pancake Cookie: Yep! It’s a cute cake just like me! Do you like it?! Muscle Cookie: Look at my cake! Carrot Cookie: Muscle Cookie… brought… something sweet?! I thought you were avoiding sugar? Muscle Cookie: Not for me! It’s for the other Cookies!

Muscle Cookie: It’s custom-made! It’s big and heavy so that I can work out even on the way here! Strawberry Cookie: Everyone brought a cool cake… My cake… is kinda… small… Herb Cookie: Hello, everyone! Oh wow, you’ve all brought such wonderful cakes! Carrot Cookie: Herb Cookie! Did you get a cake for GingerBrave’s party as well? Pancake Cookie: Show us! Show us! Herb Cookie: I sure did! Take a look at this! Carrot Cookie: Hmm...? Muscle Cookie: It’s small! Pancake Cookie: It’s so cute!

Herb Cookie: Don’t you think it looks like a little baby sprout? Strawberry Cookie: Yes, it’s small but so cute! Herb Cookie: And Strawberry Cookie, your Cake is so pretty! I’m sure everyone is gonna love it! Strawberry Cookie: Oh… You really think so? Herb Cookie: Of course! Everyone is gonna be super happy! Carrot Cookie: I told ya! Strawberry Cookie, you picked it out for your friends! Strawberry Cookie: That’s right…! I hope everyone will like it! Pancake Cookie: Let’s go and eat it! Hurry! hurry!* HURRY!

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Muscle Cookie: Hmm, I think I can squeeze in 5 pus-up* sets and 10 squat sets! Maybe I’ll eat a Topping or two…

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Strawberry Cookie: Thanks everyone…! Strawberry Cookie: I want to help out preparing for the party, so I’m gonna start heading right now…! See you all later! Herb Cookie: See you at the party, Strawberry Cookie!

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fireflykaizoku · 3 years ago

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Killer x Reader | Gingerbread houses

@kerokerogecko meu amô! merry christmas! i'm also very glad we met this year! it's amazing to know another killer simp and how we get along (and how we have the same humor). thank you for being an amazing friend and thank you for showing me spider man! i love you bbyyy! ❤

The Kid Pirates didn’t celebrate Christmas until you arrived. While the others still didn’t care about the holiday, you and Killer had your own tradition, even if the others weren’t in the mood to celebrate. The 24th started with you cooking a meal and baking some desserts together. You always tried to make gingerbread houses, but not a traditional one. Each year you tried something different, so this year you two tried to make a haunted gingerbread house. Killer baked the dough, and you both waited to decorate it together. Since you couldn’t take your eyes off of the oven, it was a chance for you and Killer to be alone and spend more time together.

When the house was done, you two started to glue the pieces together with royal icing. And then it was the best part: the decoration.

Your boyfriend went behind you, helping you hold the pastry bag to carefully draw the windows and other details. It’s not that you couldn’t do it, but you liked it having him so close, his breath through the mask on your neck making you shiver, and feeling his big hands being so careful holding yours.

Your delicate hands placed the licorice twists, red M&M’s, and mini marshmallows to create the decoration, and then it was finally done! It looked beautiful, just like your previous sketch. You kept staring at it, with a proud look.

— You did an amazing job, baby. — Killer praised. — You get better each year.

— You were amazing too. I love how we always always work so well together. — you smiled, not taking your eyes off of the piece of art you both made. — I feel bad for eating it later, though

— Kid may eat it before we can even try it. — the blonde muffled a laugh. — I think it’s almost time to finish our dinner now.

Since the crew decided to go to a bar this year, it’d be just you and Killer on the ship that night. You couldn’t complain, even though you loved the guys, it was nice to enjoy a little romantic dinner with your boyfriend without any interruptions. Usually, Kid used to yell asking if the food was ready, while Heat and Wire were laughing and yelling while playing cards with the others.

But not tonight, thankfully.

You helped Killer cook dinner, it wasn’t a big feast. It was something rather simple, since it was just for both of you. But of course, there was pasta and your favorite food. For dessert, the blonde made your favorite cake.

You didn’t remember when was the last time you had such a calm dinner, talking about everything, giggling talking about past memories, like when Kid tried to help decorating the ship on your first holidays with them and he got annoyed at the Christmas lights that were tangled; or when you decided to have a secret santa on your second year, and everyone just gave bottles of booze to each other because they forgot to buy presents.

It was a pleasant night, and right before midnight you took the man’s hand and headed to your shared bedroom, saying you had a surprise.

— Look, I got you a present. — you happily said, giving him two boxes. One of them was fairly large and heavy, but both were wrapped with blue paper and a white bow for decoration on top. — I hope you like it.

The blonde opened one of the boxes. The first one, the heavier one, had a knife sharpening stone inside. Behind the mask, he smiled. Killer mentioned he needed one a few weeks ago, so it was the perfect present, something you knew he’d use. The second box wasn’t as heavy, and there was a cooking book inside.

— I figured since it was your hobby and you cook for us… — you smiled. — And we can even get some ideas and cook together.

— I love it, baby. — he caressed your knuckles with his thumb before getting up and opening the drawer of the nightstand. He got a little box and a little package. — And in fact, I also have two presents for you too. I hope you like them.

You smiled wide, opening the bigger package first. It was a matching shirt, just like his, blue and with his jolly roger. The blonde knew how much you loved this shirt of his, and now you could have one of your own. Although he knew you’d still steal his once in a while.

— I loved it so much! — you giggled, already putting the piece of clothing on. — Look! We match now!

— We do. — he held back a giggle. It was nice to see you happy and excited, and he was glad to be the reason you were smiling so much. — But there’s one more present.

You opened the little box, showing two little delicate rings. One with the Kid Pirates jolly roger engraved on it, and the other with your own jolly roger.

— I asked Kid to make those for you. I hope they fit.

And they did, they fit perfectly. You kept staring at them for a while before smiling and jumping on his arms, hugging him tight. Killer’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, holding you even closer against his chest. His warm embrace was always comfortable, especially on that cold night.

— Thank you so much, I loved them. — you whispered. — I love you.

— You deserve it. The way you take care of us, of me. How you support our goals and dreams… You’re incredible. — he whispered back. — And I love you too.

You looked at him for a while, with your eyes full of love and admiration before lifting his mask a little, just enough so you could place a soft kiss on his lips. He could be known as the “Massacre Soldier”, but he was always soft for you. He always melted under your gentle touch. The way you showed appreciation, the way you made him feel loved and human… He was so glad to have you in his life.

— Merry Christmas, baby. — you said before stealing another kiss, smudging his purple tinted lipstick.

— Merry Christmas, angel.

You both enjoyed the last few seconds of calmness before the crew came back from the bar, singing Christmas songs they probably heard at the bar and cheering.

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azul-marie · 3 years ago

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Hello! Can I ask for a scenario of going on a cinema date with Anne?

hello! thank you for your request! this is only slightly inspired by real events — i’ll let you guess which part. (hint: the soda) i really hope you enjoy reading! take good care. ❤️

note: fem. reader

genre: romance

characters: anne faulkner.

“i’m pretty sure we can fit more in here.”

the two of you looked down at a stuffed, sagging sack that may have been anne’s purse at one point. you could hardly tell now by the layers of packaged chips, candy, and — to your amazement — an entire two-liter bottle of grape soda, but it was there, the poor thing, all at the mercy of your partner.

“annie, i’m pretty sure we’ll get caught if we do.”

their lips puckered in a pout, a rather cute display of insistence. “i wanted to take some licorice, though.”

“why don’t we buy some at the theatre?” you asked, eyeing a particular case of chocolate candies poking through the fabric at a weird angle. it was probably because of the lemonheads.

“and pay like, a bazillion dollars for them? honey, let’s be smart about this.”

“don’t you own a clothes brand now?”

“so?”

“so, you shouldn’t worry about some overly priced licorice. if you really want it, i can pay for—”

anne’s perfectly manicured finger touched the soft of your lips, pout turnt to a frown. “no way! i won’t let my honeybun get scammed. we’ll take it next time, then.”

it was decided. and it was only twenty minutes before the previews began, too.

a train ride, a short walk, and a wait in line later, anne fussed over his hair and yours, wanting to take a photo in front of a poster advertising the latest action movie you’ve come to watch. recommended by his followers, which was a game of hit or miss most times. you hoped it hit, for the sake of the poor purse on anne’s strong arm.

“ready and…” anne held up their phone to finally snap a picture. “there! so cute. let me post it, then we’ll go right in.”

“we’ll be late, you know.” you prod their side, though playfully in spirit. you knew how much they loved interacting with their fans, growing used to it over the time spent dating them. but admittedly, you were becoming rather anxious to sit down to watch through the last of the previews. plus, you wouldn’t want the popcorn to cool.

a few taps across his screen, then a click of his side button to close. you pressed an appreciative kiss to his cheek in return, making him huff with laughter at your hurrying. “alrighty, all done. c’mon, sugarcakes, let’s dig into our stash already.”

“hm! and you said you only wanted popcorn.” anne teases, grabbing your hand to guide you through the showroom’s door into a darkened hallway leading up to the auditorium. a fair crowd occupied the better seats already, leaving you two to scramble upstairs to beat out other couples filing in.

“middle seats it is.” anne whispers, practically racing the two of you into a pair of seats right in perfect vantage point of the screen. his franticness makes the two of you bubble up with laughter, silly as it is.

you settle down, as does he, although to look through the piles of snacks hidden away in his bag. to your delight, he pulls out your favorite and plops it on your lap, then a few for him on his own.

“oh, shoot,” anne curses suddenly, digging around. the loud crackle of snack bags and boxes fill the air, stirring together in a harmony. “baby, i forgot the cups!”

“the—the cups?” you ask, already halfway through cracking open your snack. “for the soda?”

“for the soda!” they say, bringing their hand up to cover their shocked grin. “i guess it’ll be bottoms up for now.”

“oh my god,” you laugh, “everyone’s gonna think we’re nuts.”

”speaking of—” more digging, more crackles, a proud smile when they lift up a different snack, “—want some trail mix?”

“with chocolate?”

“and candied cashews.”

“heck yeah.”

the room grew dark, the sounds of an opening scene slowly trickled in through the surrounding speakers. you hushed one another in play, giggling between bites and chews, through clumsy sips of grape fizz that were only slightly embarrassing. even if the movie didn’t turn out so good — at least the snacks were. and the company, too.

#anne faulkner #paradox live imagines #paralive imagines #paradox live headcanons #paralive headcanons #paradox live #paralive #yes i had a friend who snuck an entire two liter soda bottle into the theatre #yes it was the highlight of the night #i can’t be completely sure anne would do the same….but a part of me does lol #i feel they’re the type to make tiktoks/reels of trying to pack/sneak a ridiculous amount of snacks into the movies #then have their followers rate how they did LMAO

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baepsaesbae · 4 years ago

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Sugar, Snow, and Everything Glows

Pairing— Park Jimin x female reader ft. OT7

Genre— Fluff, College au, Friends to Lovers, Holiday au

Warnings— None

Word Count— 3.6k

Summary— You’ve gone the entire semester being friends with Park Jimin. Now that the holiday season is in full swing, will things take a turn?

A/N— This gift was created through @bwcsecretsanta event and is for @pjmsdior. Surprise! I’m your Secret Santa, Winter Bear ❄️🐻 It has been so fun getting to know you and sending fun little asks. Please stay in touch and know that you can always come chat with me! I hope you enjoy my present, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays~

“We only have two days before everyone goes home. Well, I guess it’s more like one and a half now. We gotta make this count!” Jungkook enthusiastically stated to everyone crammed into his tiny dorm room.

“We just finished our last final, can’t we chill out for tonight? We can watch a holiday movie or something,” Taehyung complained.

“That’s exactly why we should celebrate! I heard they’re having a floor wide gingerbread house competition tonight,” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows.

“Yes, we all know that, Kookie. We literally all live on the same floor and have the same RA,” you reminded him, “Honestly, I’m down to make a gingerbread house. I haven’t done that in forever.”

“Then it’s decided, we’re building edible houses tonight. We still have a few hours to kill so we can watch a movie if you guys want,” Jimin suggested.

With everyone in agreement, all four of you crammed onto Jungkook’s tiny twin bed to watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000). Your first semester of college has been a success. You aced all your classes and lucked out on being in a great friend group. You met all three boys at your first dorm mixer. Thankfully, you all came to a mutual agreement that dorm parties were way too crowded and not even that fun if you weren’t completely drunk. So, you all decided to leave together and played ping pong in the lobby. All four of you had been good friends since.

Jimin and Taehyung were roommates and were practically inseparable. For once, it seemed like the random roommate system created a perfect match. Jungkook was the luckiest of all, since his roommate dropped out early on and he never got a replacement one so he had a room all to himself. The other boys joked that he could have hookups any time he wanted but despite his good looks, Jungkook wawa rather shy when it came to girls. He was awkward when you first met, but he easily warmed up to you and now treats you like one of the boys (Jimin often has to remind him of this when he tells him to keep his poop jokes to a minimum).

You used to get dirty looks from other freshman girls when they saw you surrounded by all the cute boys, but you learned to ignore them. You tried going on dates with some guys, but freshman boys are still just high schoolers disguised as college students. Needless to say, you never found any guy that interested you.

Of course, no one could blame you for having a tiny crush on Jimin. You liked everything about him. He was extremely thoughtful, very intelligent, and was in fact a very cute boy. However, you kept your romantic feelings a secret because you didn’t want to ruin the group dynamics.

These thoughts were hard to suppress when you were literally pressed up against his chest. In order for everyone to fit comfortably, Jimin offered for you to lean against him as he put his arm around you. The other boys paid no attention to his move, which you were thankful for because they would have made fun of you for blushing. You couldn’t pay attention to the movie. You were engulfed by Jimin’s scent (he wore a light yet alluring cologne), and your heart was beating so loudly you were worried that he could hear it.

“Should we wear Christmas sweaters?” Jungkook glanced at the clock as soon as the movie ended.

“I don’t have any,” you shook your head.

“I have an extra, you can borrow it if you’d like, “Jimin offered.

“Perfect! Tae do you have one?” Jungkook didn’t give you time to reply.

“I have one with polar bears on it,” Taehyung answered.

“That’ll work! Let’s meet back here in 10,” Jungkook stated as he stripped off his shirt.

“Stop showing off,” Taehyung laughed as he slapped the younger boy’s abs, “C’mon ___, let’s go get changed.”

The other boys’ room was just a couple doors down from Jungkook’s. Taehyung went to change in the bathroom while Jimin picked out a sweater for you. You waited patiently while you looked around Jimin’s side of the room. Your gaze stopped at his polaroid collection that hung above his desk. Looking at them made you smile as you reminisce the fond memories from throughout the semester. You saw the boys laughing and smiling, a surprising number of Jungkook shirtless, and a few selfies that only got Jimin’s forehead as he tried to fit everyone in the picture.

Then you saw one you’ve never seen before. It was a solo picture of you from Halloween. You wore one of your favorite black dresses with flowy sleeves paired with a pointy witch hat that brought the look together. Upon a closer look, you realized you weren’t even looking at the camera. Instead, you were looking away at an angle that made it seem like you were doing one of those classic model poses.

“I didn’t know you took this,” you called to Jimin, who was rummaging through his closet.

“Oh. Yeah, you just looked picturesque in that moment. I’m glad I got to capture it,” Jimin said in an uncharacteristically bashful way, “Here’s my Santa sweater,” he handed you the article of clothing.

“I actually look kinda cute here, so you did a good job,” you teased him as you put the sweater on over your shirt.

“You always look cute, so don’t worry about that,” Jimin smiled softly.

“You guys ready?” Taehyung barged in, ruining the moment.

“Yep!” you quickly answered and walked out of the room. Jimin was always sweet, but was he purposely flirting with you there?

“Give me a second, I’m almost ready,” Jimin responded with a tinge of annoyance.

Jungkook was already waiting outside the room, apparently too impatient to wait for everyone to show up in his room. He was sporting a green sweater that was obnoxiously decorated with real ornaments.

“Did you make that yourself?” Taehyung asked in awe.

“Made it last year with my family; they insisted I bring it with me,” Jungkook shrugged, “Let’s go win this thing!”

“Whaddup guys?” your RA, Jin, greeted the group as you entered the lobby. Four gingerbread kits were set up on a table in the middle of the lobby. Jin glanced at his watch and sighed.

“Hey Jin. Ready for the holidays?” you asked.

“Ready to get away from all you troublemakers,” Jin laughed, “Just kidding. You guys are the only ones who show up to my events, so you’re all automatically my favorites. I had to invite a few of my friends to help make it a real competition.”

“There’s already four people here though, that’s all you need,” Taehyung observed.

“That’s no fun. This is a team competition,” Jin explained, “Counting my friends, I think we can split up perfectly into teams of two.”

“I call ___,” Jimin immediately spoke up.

“Dude, I thought we were gonna be partners,” Taehyung looked butt hurt.

“Don’t worry Tae, we’ll kick their asses. Let’s combine our creative juices together,” Jungkook slung an arm around Taehyung.

“Fine. But keep your juices to yourself,” Taehyung sighed.

“What’s good, party people?” an unfamiliar voice shouted.

“Ready to show these Freshman how to properly make a gingerbread house?” Jin called out to his friends, “These goons are Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. I’ll pair up with Namjoon.”

“Sope in the HOUSE!” Yoongi and Hoseok hollered in unison.

“Oh, and I forgot to mention that the winner gets a $50 giftcard,” Jin winked, “Ready, set, go!”

You and Jimin quickly got to unwrapping all of the goods. You were in charge of putting the house together as Jimin thought about how to decorate. The icing that held the walls together looked a bit messy, but you could cover that up with even more frosting.

“Wanna start icing the details and I’ll add the candy?” Jimin suggested.

“Yes chef,” you nodded and got back to work.

Jimin delicately added gumdrops and mints to the roof and added licorice to line the windows. You moved on to take care of the front yard. You added candy canes to make an arches along the front walkway, which was lined with kisses. More and more candy was being added onto the house up until Jin’s timer rang.

“Time’s up! Step away from the houses! Let’s start from this side with Jungkook and Taehyung’s house,” Jin announced.

“It’s certainly...avant garde,” Jimin commented. Icing was piped around the house in intricate patterns and candy was strewn across the house with no rhyme or reason.

“We didn’t want to be confined to the cookie cutter gingerbread house norms,” Taehyung said proudly.

“I can’t tell the windows apart from the door,” Namjoon whispered.

“You’re not supposed to!” Jungkook snapped, “Our house is anything you want to imagine.”

“Alright, moving on-- what the hell? Did you guys even try?” Jin shot a disgusted glare at the SOPE team.

“In my defense, I haven’t had dinner yet,” Yoongi shrugged.

“And I thought it wasn’t fair that only Yoongi got to eat it so I joined him,” Hoseok hung his head.

You stifled your laughter as you looked at their plate. Candies were piled up and the house laid unconstructed with many bites taken out of it. Jin shook his head and continued to present his house, which honestly was not much better than his friends’ lack of a house.

“This one was my bad,” Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck.

The gingerbread house looked like it was struggling to stand up. The walls were lopsided and the icing was messily laced around the entire thing.

“I wanted to go for a White Christmas look and have the roof be completely covered with the icing. But thanks to Namjoon’s sloppy work, it got too heavy and the house started to fall apart--” the house collapsed right as Jin said that.

“___ and I made a picture perfect gingerbread house,” Jimin boasted. It was true. Your house looked like it was done by a professional. The icing was well done and the candies were placed in all the right places. No one else made a front lawn like you guys.

“It looks like we have a clear winner,” Jin nodded.

“Good try guys, better luck next time,” Jungkook stepped up to claim the prize.

“___ and Jimin are the winners,” Jin handed you the giftcard while looking at Jungkook in disbelief.

“Woohoo! Great job __!” Jimin cheered and hugged you tightly. You once again caught a whiff of his cologne and felt yourself melting in his arms.

“Boo! Lames!” Jungkook yelled at you both.

“Wait, is it snowing?” Yoongi said as he looked out the window.

Sure enough, white flurries were swirling around as snow landed on the ground. It must have been snowing for a bit, as it was actually sticking to the ground and there was at least an inch of it.

“Let’s go let’s go!” Jimin took your hand and dragged you to the elevator.

“You too, Jin. I wanna pelt my RA in the face,” Jungkook stuck his tongue out at Jin.

“Oh you’re on, kid. Let’s go boys,” Jin motioned to his friends.

Cold air whipped across your face as soon as you walked outside. You weren’t wearing nearly enough warm layers and the cold chilled you to the bone.You stuck your tongue out to catch snowflakes as you shivered. Jimin wrapped his arms around you, catching you off guard.

“Cold?” he whispered in your ear.

“Maybe a little,” you admitted as you felt your ears warm up. Right as you said that, a small white ball exploded on your chest. Jungkook had his signature bunny smile plastered on his face as he laughed hysterically. He was on a rampage, and you laughed as you watched him chase Jin around with a gigantic snowball.

“Oh, it’s on!” Jimin yelled at him as he started to form ammunition of his own.

You went to stake your own tiny claim of land to make snowballs in. Taehyung was running around with an arm full, pelting anyone in sight. Endless bouts of laughter echoed outside of the dormitory as you and your friends engaged in an intense snowball fight. There was no clear winner, but no one could feel their extremities by the end of it.

“Alright alright truce! You kids go take a hot shower before you get sick. I don’t wanna get blamed for anyone having an unpleasant holiday season,” Jin finally shooed all of his kids out of the snow.

“I can’t believe this. Why do my parents have to come pick me up a day early?” Jungkook complained as he sprawled out on his bed.

“Because they love you and are excited to see you, Kookie. Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time to partake in more shenanigans next semester,” you patted his ankle in reassurance.

“If you’re leaving, then I’ll probably drive home today too. I miss Tannie,” Taehyung sighed.

“Why? ___ and Jimin are still here. You guys can have fun without me,” Jungkook pouted. Jimin and Taehyung exchanged a quick glance at each other before Taehyung talked about how much he missed his adorable little fluffy companion.

“I’m telling you, you have to sneak Tannie over here next semester,” you joked.

“He’ll get too excited and bark. Jin is chill, but probably not that chill,” Taehyung said somberly, “But don’t worry! We can take a field trip to my house next semester for sure. My mom makes the best food.”

“I can’t wait buddy,” Jimin smiled as Jungkook finally got out of bed to start packing. All three of you saw Jungkook off once his family came to pick him up. His mother was sweet and you could tell that he got his charisma from his father. Taehyung hugged both of you goodbye and you watched him drive off.

“Guess it’s just us left huh,” Jimin observed.

“What do you wanna do? It’s not even 11am yet,” you checked the time, “Oh! How do you wanna split up the gift card? It’s a visa so it can be used anywhere.”

“Why don’t we spend it together? That way it’s fair. What do you say to one final outing to commemorate the end of a great semester?” Jimin offered.

“Sounds good! Do you wanna stay on campus or?” you trailed off.

“I have an idea,” Jimin nodded, “But it’s a surprise! Meet in my room after we get dressed? Change into something a little warmer.”

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes.

You showed up in front of Jimin’s door wearing a cozy sweater a couple minutes later. You also sprayed on some of your favorite perfume, but he probably wouldn’t notice. Nor would he notice the extra effort you put into styling your hair.

“Hey you ready to have some fun?” Jimin greeted you with a smile, “You look...nice.”

“Thanks, you too. Now will you tell me where we’re going?” you asked.

“I’ll tell you on the way. C’mon let’s go catch the train!” Jimin led you by the hand down the hallway yet again.

The way he said that you looked nice made you feel self conscious. He had the same tone that people have when someone really doesn’t look nice but they were too far into the sentence to correct themselves. Now sitting together on the train, you wondered if you were wearing too much perfume.

“How do you feel about ice skating?” Jimin asked.

“I love it. Haven’t done it in a while though,” you answered.

“Perfect! I realize I probably should’ve made sure you enjoy skating before surprising you with it,” Jimin laughed nervously.

“This still makes for a fine impromptu date,” you laughed with him before realizing what you said.

“Date?”

“Sure is weird not having those two around causing a scene!” you interrupted him.

“Um, yeah. They’re good dudes,” Jimin awkwardly agreed.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. You finally get some alone time with Jimin and you’re making it all weird. The other boys always made sure there was never a dull moment during your escapades. You wished they were here right now.

“This is our stop,” Jimin tapped on your knee.

The snow had stuck overnight, making everything that the sun touched glisten. Your spirits lifted as you walked around the decorated town, the festivity of everything seeped into you. Christmas lights were strung up everywhere, and there were big red bows on nearly everything.

“You good? You seem kinda out of it,” Jimin nudged you.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine! Don’t worry about it,” you shot him a fake smile.

“Hey, don’t lie to me. I’d like to think I know you better than that. What’s wrong?” Jimin prodded.

“It’s nothing really. It’s silly, believe me,” you replied quickly.

“___,” Jimin said in a serious tone.

“I didn’t mean to say ‘date’. It was just a stupid slip up and I guess I was worried about making this awkward when you’re really just trying to be a good friend and--”

“This is a date,” Jimin stated.

“It--what?” you were surprised.

“The boys and I have been planning this since last month. We figured it would be the only natural way for us to spend time together. Alone,” Jimin blushed as he looked at the ground.

“If you wanted to make it seem natural then you probably shouldn’t have disguised it as an accidental stroke of luck,” you crossed your arms, “And the way you said I looked nice earlier made me feel like I’ve had something on my face this whole time.”

“No no! You really do look nice! I was actually gonna say super cute but I chickened out. Aw, ___, you look lovely. I’m sorry I made you self conscious,” Jimin pulled you in for a hug, “I’ve liked you for a while, but I was scared that you didn’t feel the same way. If this makes you uncomfortable, we can just forget about this whole date thing and just skate as friends,” he whispered.

“I was scared of ruining the group so I never wanted to tell you that I like you,” you responded once the hug ended.

“I guess we both goofed. So can we call this an official date?” Jimin asked with a hopeful smile.

“Yes, yes we can,” you laughed.

“Sweet. Since it’s a date, can I hold your hand?” Jimin held out his hand and you happily took it. He led you to the ice rink as you both laughed and made fun of each other for being so coy for the entire semester.

“So how long have you liked me?” you asked.

“Would it be cheesy to say since I first laid eyes on you?”

“Yes.”

“Then since I first laid eyes on you,” Jimin was pleased with his answer.

“And the other two knew?”

“The entire time,” Jimin confirmed, “It was actually Taehyung who came up with this plan.”

“Why didn’t you just ask me out normally?” you tilted your head.

“Honestly, we never thought of that,” Jimin admitted.

“You boys are all so dumb,” you laughed.

“True, but it worked!” Jimin defended, “We’re here! You got the gift card on you?”

After paying for the ice skate rentals, it was now you leading Jimin into the ice rink. It had been a while since you last skated, and you were eager to glide across the ice again. You dragged Jimin behind you as you trudged forward.

“Do you not know how to skate?” you looked back at him.

“I do, but this is more fun,” Jimin smiled. You let go of his hand and took off. You laughed as he struggled to chase you. His version of skating was more like inching forward very very slowly with the grace of a newborn deer. You skated circles around him to tease him. The teasing continued until you both wore yourselves out (and your rental time was up).

“That was fun,” you announced happily.

“Speak for yourself, I lost track of how many times I fell on my butt,” Jimin rubbed his backside with a sad frown.

“7 times. And you fell onto your knees 3 times,” you informed him, “Do you wanna grab something to eat to make you feel better?”

“Some hot chocolate would smack right now,” he nodded.

“Let’s go get you warmed up big boy. Wanna go to Starbucks or something?”

“I have some hot chocolate back in the dorm. Can we heat that up and watch a movie?” Jimin asked sweetly. You nodded and made your way back to the train station. You leaned onto Jimin’s shoulder on the way back, enjoying your new freedom to be a little flirty with him.

Once back in Jimin’s dorm room, you made the hot chocolate while he changed into pants that didn’t have ice all over them. Both of you snuggled together on Jimin’s bed while Die Hard played on his laptop (believe it or not, that counts as a Christmas movie).

“Would you say today’s date was a success?” Jimin asked before taking a sip of his drink.

“I’d say so. I think we get along well,” you nodded.

“Well that’s a relief. I can take you on more next semester if that’s okay with you,” he looked into your eyes.

“That’s perfectly fine with me,” you smiled before kissing his cheek. This semester definitely ended on a high note. Tis the season.

#bwcssy2 #bangtanarmynet #btswritingcafe #clubjimin #bts fluff #park jimin fluff #kpop fluff #bts fanfic #kpop fanfic #jimin fanfic #park jimin #bts #ot7 fluff

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seekingseven · 4 years ago

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Hello Seeking! For a drabble request: I would love to see you write some beautiful friendship with Legend & Ravio! bonus if Warriors is there too :D

Linked Universe Prompt Requests #7!

Thanks for the awesome prompt! I'm always down to write some platonic shenanigans. Enjoy this first-person minific!

(You can also read the fic here on Ao3!)

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It's twenty minutes to opening time, but I've already swept the floors and opened the door. The window blinds are pulled to the side—sunlight makes the merchandise look better, I've learned—but now there are bugs crawling over the sill and leaving smears on the white paint. Sheerow picks them off. I feel a little bad about it, letting Sheerow eat the bugs instead of an actual breakfast, that is, but I think he'd prefer them over green onion omelets.

I take a seat at the table and twirl a fork between my fingers. He eats, and so do I, and there's only the sound of clicks and clunks and clinks. Dust motes fizz through the air. From across the room, I notice that the masks hanging from the wall are misaligned. White fuzz from the duster curl atop their wooden faces, and I grunt to myself. Sheerow glares at me as I stand up to brush the must off. He wants me to finish first, I’m sure.

I sneeze. It sounds aggressive, and Sheerow turns his attention back to his bugs. We talk like this, in sneezes and clicks and the occasional scratch. Mr. Hero says it's off-putting. I don't say anything, because Sheerow doesn't speak Hylian, and I don't want him to feel left out.

The masks squeak as I pinch them between my palms. Left, right, left; I never had a good sense of askew or aligned. I take a step back. It still looks crooked. Sheerow squeaks from the window, and I squeak back. He's still hungry, I know, but it doesn't look professional to be fixing merchandise when there are customers in the store, so say I'll make him breakfast once the customers come in and the wall doesn't look so slanted.

Tile creeks as I step back again. I sigh, give up, wipe the slip of sweat at the back of my neck and dry it off on my apron. My apron! I need to change into my uniform! The elemental rods on the wall bounce in their racks as I run across the store. My heels ache and my hair flops in front of my eyes. The doorknob whines as I pull it open and dart to the back room.

A purple tunic, brown boots, belt clasp. White gloves, I pull them on finger by finger, huffing as the cloth crumples and knots under the swift movements, and I stub my toe as I jam my feet in the boots. I hiss. From across the room, Sheerow makes a noise. I can't tell if he's laughing or asking if I'm okay.

I'm breathing through a curtain of hair by the time I get my belt clasp on. It sticks to my face, the hair, like licorice overcooked. I really need to get it cut. I won't, of course, because I'll forget as soon as I step back into the shop, but I tell myself that anyway. It makes me feel better. Pretending I won't forget, that is.

I pull the leather through the clasp, down to the last notch, and twist the overhang around three times so it doesn't fall off. There's not enough stuff in my size, not in Hyrule. Mr. Hero says it's because I'm XXS, I say it's because Hylians are too big. We always laugh about that. I smile to myself as I give the belt one shake, two; it's snug over my hip bones, so I leave it alone. I pull my apron off the floor and roll it between my hands—it's faster than folding it—and notice something on the windowsill. I look closer.

It's a book, green and leathery, and there's a big clasp between it's covers. A lock. I flip it over, see the gold stitching on the back. Air hisses through my teeth, and my eyebrows pull the skin of my eyelids up.

This isn't mine.

I toss the book under my arm, and, apron forgotten, dash out the door. Sheerow chitters after me, hopping away from my half-eaten breakfast (so he does like green onion omelets!), and flutters to my shoulder.

"We're heading after Mr. Hero," I say, breath short. With the back of my heel, I kick the shop door shut. Sheerow flips the "OPEN" sign over for me. A handful of villagers walking up the road give me an odd look—I would have felt bad if they were customers, but I know they aren't, so I give them a fake smile as I run along.

Immediately I regret tightening my belt so much. Something soft and moving presses against the strip of leather, and Sheerow picks anxiously at the knotted overhang. I wave him away with one hand, already sweating, and jerk my shoulder up until the book is snuggled safely under my arm. My back is wet. Sheerow's wings flap against the tips of my ears, and the floor blurs underfoot. My chest starts to feel fuzzy, and I stop for a minute to catch my breath. The blood running to my heart bulges into my head, and I pressed the back of my head to my cheek. It's hot—the air, my head, and my cheek. I groan. Sheerow pinches the sweatiest part of my shirt between his beak and flaps backward, allowing a wisp of breeze to slip in, and I thank him.

"We need to keep going," I insist, more to myself than to him. Slowly, I uncurl my spine from its hunch. Bones click as I pull my hips forward and grind my heels into the floor. There's a reason I don't play sports. "He's going to be very upset if he realizes he left this at the shop; we need to catch up to him before he makes it to that portal."

Sheerow twitters. Legs burning, I try and break back into a run. I ignore the head tilts and squinting eyes of passersbys. Usually, I wouldn't, but if I spent too long brooding on it I would get distracted, and then Mr. Hero would leave, and his adventure would be ruined when he realized what he forgot.

The stone underfoot turns to dirt, then to water as I splash through a brook. I could have hopped over it, the brook, that is, but the water feels good against my shins, and, anyway, if I turn up looking weather worn, maybe Mr. Hero would feel obligated to buy something from the shop.

There's chattering up ahead, baritone, and sweat drips into my smile.

"Almost there," I puff, trying to shake off the blades of grass sticking to my wet legs. I shift the book from one arm to another and comb a hand through my hair. Sheerow is circling my head. Curled breezes slide down my hair and neck, and I thank him again as I pick my way through the underbrush. Something bites me. I squeak. Sheerow bites it in retaliation as I swipe off the bead of red on my leg. I want to look rugged, but not that rugged.

The voices ahead grow louder as I pull closer. There's a flash of blue between the trees.

"Hey!" I cry. Sheerow lets out an avian equivalent of the greeting, and a face turns towards me. Pale, blond, blue-eyed; just like Mr. Hero's, but a little shapelier. I said the same during dinner last night; everyone laughed. Except Mr. Hero, of course. He kicked me under the table.

I'm pretty sure he thought it was funny, though.

"Oh, hey there, Ravio! Where did you come from?

"My house! Uh, is Mr. Hero ahead? He left something!"

The man glances backwards, then turns towards me. It's only when he's a few paces away that I realize how tall he is. What was his name, again? Captain? Warriors? I'll just call him sir; better to be safe than sorry.

"Legend already ran ahead, but if you want me to give him anything I can take it for you,” he says. “Want to hand it to me? Must be something important! You look a little bungled up. Is that cut on your arm okay?"

I glance at my arm. Something has torn at my sleeve, and there's red under the cut cloth. I groan. The other hero lets out a friendly laugh and extends his hand, repeating his earlier question.

"Oh!" I say. "I’m fine. And yes, it is very important, you're right! Here you go. Be careful with it. Don't lose it, yeah?"

He takes it, eyebrows furrowed, and lets it bounce lightly in one hand. The look in his eye is familiar.

"You don't know what it is?" I ask. The words sound a little more disbelieving than I meant them to.

"Well, not exactly. Your friend owns a lot of weird stuff, you know."

"That's, well, that's true. Uh, so, that's a coupon book. Very important. Don't lose it!"

The other hero flinched, muscles in his neck jerking back as he gave the book a hard look. "Coupon book?"

I open my mouth. Far away, a clock chimes ten. Sheerow gives me a panicked look. The shop!

"Coupon book!" I blabber, already turning to go. "Very important. He's going to lose his mind if he realizes that he doesn't have it with him. Anyway! I need to go. Bye!"

I turn quickly and run. Something snags my foot, but I stumble only a little before I'm out of sight. Or, at least, I think I am, because it takes Sheerow a minute to find me. Behind me, the other hero is calling, but I don't turn back. Sheerow chatters into my ear as we run along.

"I know, I know, but he would be so upset if he didn't have it. Anyway, business is slow in the morning. I think we'll be fine!"

Only the first part was true, but it didn't matter.

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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Amphibia: Night Drivers/Return to Wartwood Review “Many Happy Returns”

Hello you happy people. And Amphibia is back and that means my reviews are back! As for why this reviews a bit late despite it leaking, I wanted to wait for today, and long story short both focused on finishing a review that WASN’T time senstive, instead of finishing it Sunday, and overestimated how much time i’d have to do two reviews on a day that included my first covid shot, grocery shopping, helping mom clean the car, and my friend coming over to watch Judas and the Black Messiah. Excellent film by hte way, as was the Sound of Metal which we watched after. Point is I done goofed and I will try to at the very least actually get the reviews of the episodes out on the same day they come out.

But slip up or not i’m happy to be back in the saddle, and back to Wartwood. I’m pumped for the heavier second half, with more secrets to uncover, some zelda style temple action, and some heavy drama with just a whiff of keith david, as well as to see the supporting cast from Wartwood again after far too long. So how’d the mid-season premire pair fair? Join me under the cut to find out.

Night Drivers: I was really excited by the Road Trip idea when first announced for season 2. A chance to expand the world and get the plantars out of their comfort zone was an amazing concept and it did lead to some really great stories and interesting locales.. mixed with episodes that had interesting locations but no interesting plot or character stuff. It was a mixed bag, and disappointing after close to a year’s wait to continue the plot that it really didn’t outside of “Toadcatcher”. Anne never really dealt with her trauma and the show never dealt with hop pop’s poularity or anything else. Again there were GOOD episodes and ideas but it felt like the show stalled for a good chunk of the season till we got to Netwopia which while still having tons of slice of life stuff felt a lot fresher with it, and had a lot more fun playing with stock plots and gave us a fresh new setting to dig into.

So I was a bit hesitant to go back to the road for an episode.. even if it was just one episode. Thankfully I was very wrong there as Night Drivers was a pretty good episode and would fit well among the best of the road trip arc like “Truck Stop Polly” “Fort in the Road” “Anne Hunter” “Toadcatcher” and “Wax Museum”.

The plot is straightforward: Sprig and Polly are excited that their almost home to wartwood and if Anne and Hop Pop drive all night they’ll be there by morning. Polly will get pillbug pancakes and Sprig will see Ivy again. This is part of a long tradtion of “skiping over the journey home because we’re tired and we wanna go home” in fiction. Jokes aside it’s a resonable device used to prevent ending fatigue and in this case to free up episodes for the second half. We already saw the journey once, we usually don’t need to see it again. To Amphibia’s credit they have valid reasons for it: The journey is LITERALLY sped up, as Hop Pop and Anne have been driving for 20 hours straight.. and their on a timer. As was established last time.. well the last time that wasn’t a spooky halloween episode, The Plantars have to get back for the harvest and really don’t have time to sightsee, while they all have to be there for whenever Marcy comes back to take Anne to the first temple. They’ve also traveled these roads before so while their going a whole other directoin, they know what perils to avoid.

But as anyone whose taken a long cartrip can tell you, you can’t shotgun it forever and the two eventually tap out with Hop Pop telling Sprig and Polly not to night drive as it’s dangerous and blah blah blah standard parental warning that will be swiftly ignored. So once Hop Pop and Anne are conked out they swiftly ignore it after we get their dreams.. which are the best gags of the episode: Hop Pop has a dream with weird, really cool looking monsters that represent his faults, only for it to turn Lucid and him to start flying and take his shirt off and whip it around Muscle Man style.

While Anne’s is about a yogurt world where there’s only one flavor... BLACK LICORICE. Yeah it quickly turns from Shopkins to the Lich From Adventure Time really fucking quick.

So while Anne has a nightmare and Hop Pop becomes unto a god, Sprig and Polly drive all night, repreadtly running into a creepy hitchiker and realizing it is as dangerous as they said with bolders, even worse creatures than usual because of course theye’d be a lot of nasty things lurk in the dark why wouldn’t they on froggy death world, a nightmarish fog and nearly dying on said foggy road they took to evade the hitchiker. Naturally the scary hook handed hitchiker.. is a friendly one, simply trying to help them and saving them from going over a cliff. They do make it three miles from Wartwood and Hop Pop wakes up angry to find they disobeyed him.. but Anne gets him to back off as they clearly learned their lesson from the sleep deprviation and nearly dying, and our heroes head for home.

Night Drivers isn’t an exceptional episode, but it is decent and still does belong with the other good road trip episodes, with some good dream sequences and a nice dynamic between Sprig and Polly. It was nice to have an episode with the two that was good unlike Quarallers Pass which made me want to run full speed into my nearest wall until I was given the sweet gift of unconciousness. While the Hook Handed man thing was a bit obvious it lead to some great gags. It’s a nice breather after the tearjerking mid-season finale and while we’ve obviously had months and a haloween episode between that, the creators rightfully realized a lot of people will be binging the series in the future. The issue I had with the first quarter of the season was it was ALL break and only a little plot progression. Here we’ve had a lot of plot progression in the last episode chronlogically, and are going to have a lot in the coming episodes with ‘After the Rain” coming next week. It’s nice to take a break and see the forest for the hook handed ghosts.

Return to Wartwood: I was excited and terrified of this one. I was excited because I missed the supporting cast from season one, mostly Ivy and Maddie, and was delighted to see them again in full. But I was also worried the show might pull out a melancholy breakup plot and having gotten attached to Ivy/Sprig and Hop Pop/Sylvia I was worried. And I was delightfully wrong as instead it’s another breather episode and an utterly fantastic one after the simply decent one above.

Our heroes return, without being drawn by rob liefield or replaced by the Squadron Supreme first, and are happily greeted by the town. Aformentoined fears died a happy death as Sylvia squeezes Hop Pop and as for Sprig, Ivy unsuprisingly ambushes him. Everyone’s back and the Mayor, who I also badly missed is back using Toadie as a gong to get everyone back to buisness, with Swampy inviting them for a big dinner at his diner that night to celebrate and welcome them back.. and to give out their gifts.

Sprig and Anne are equally confused while Polly and Hop Pop are sweating bullets. Turns out when they got the Fwagon they agreed to get a bunch of stuff for the town and forgot and now everyone’s on the hook for it and want to lie their butts off to solve it. In a nice show of character development, Anne has learned that the lying never solves anything “I think we’ve learned that lesson by now”. After SO many plots of the characters lying and it going terribly, it’s nice to have someone speak up. Sprig also wants to lie but only becuase he’s deeply afraid Ivy will break up with him as she wanted a Red Sun shell to go with the blue moon shell she gave him. Awwww. And oh crap.

So our heroes head home to plan and kick Chuck out (“I grew tulips”). So they do the natural thing... and decide to summon an edltich beast from the necronomicon... which of course Maddie gave Sprig as a present (”Aww that’s nice”. Agreed Polly, agreed.). I also can’t help but love the line “We’re all cull with practicing the dark arts to solve our problem right?” So our heroes get the proper summoning horn, thing to go with the horn and some candles.. i’ts not part of the ritual but Anne says it helps with ambience and it’s right.

So our heroes summon the Chikalisk, an edltich god that’s naturally basalisk in all but name, which dosen’t attack unless attacked and goes after gold. So they fake some golden presents, and the beast attacks at the party.. but the town naturally fights back, and our heroes are forced to help fight the monster as it stonifies people. So we get a truly glorious battle sequences as the whole town shows off how badass they are, with Maddie curing people, Sylvia showing she can keep up with Hop Pop and Ivy showing her already established badass bonafieds. It’s just awesome. Also the Mayor uses Toadie as a shield not realizing he’s turned to stone which can only remind me of this.

Once the townsfolk are freed they get into Chickalisk formation (”We have a formation for that?” “We have a formation for everything!”) And it’s offended enough to just nope out. The townsfolk are depressed though the presents got destroyed and Anne glares the family into coming clean. And while the mayor seems mad at first... he just laughs with everyone taking it in stride: It was boring without them getting into trouble and learning lessons every week, and they missed them. Ivy likewise dosen’t care about a gift she just missed her boyfriend.. and asks Sprig to take her on a proper date and smooches him on the cheek leaving both him and Anne catatonic, with Polly dragging Anne away and sprig just falling over before Maddie hits him with the potion. It dosen’t work that way, end episode.

Return To Wartwood was a standout episode, with tons of great jokes, pacing and a nice plot that showed growth in anne. While Night Drivers was decent, this was the show at it’s : Sweet, deranged and adventurous all in one episode. While Night Drivers was a good appitizer this was one hell of an entree. Or an appetizer sampler which I often use as an entree. Great episode and a nice high note to start on.

Next Time: We get an Ivy focused episode!

And Hop Pop is finally forced to own up to his lies!

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cheeriecherry · 5 years ago

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The Dogma Of Childhood Friends [2/4]

Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Part 2/4

It’s been months since you and Hitoshi last spoke. In the beginning, you’d chalked it up to him being disappointed about the hero course, and not knowing how to react. You’d seen him in the hallways at school, and tried to talk to him.

You know, to extend the metaphorical olive branch.

But every time you were left hanging, with him pushing past you, turning away, or just flat out ignoring you.

It crossed your mind that he might be jealous, but you discarded the thought as quickly as it came. Hitoshi wasn’t that kind of person, and even if he was, it wasn’t enough to warrant his actions.

And, somehow, said actions only worsened when the students moved into the dorms. Any time you’d see your best friend -in the hallways, on campus- he’d turn on his heel and start walking in another direction. Despite him being your oldest friend, he was making it very easy to be annoyed with him.

It was to the point where even your classmates started noticing.

“So,” Mina began one morning, sidling up to your desk, “what’s with you and the purple haired guy?”

“Huh?” Maybe if you played dumb, she’d leave it alone.

Uraraka turned around in her seat and regarded you with a smile. “I think she means Shinsou,” she clarified, “and I’ve been wondering the same thing! He avoids you like the plague. Were you guys rivals in middle school, or something?”

You fidget with one of your pencils. You supposed it wasn’t really a secret, what had happened. You weren’t ashamed or scared to tell anyone. They’d just...never asked? Maybe.

“Well…” and yet saying it out loud was still difficult.

“We’ve...actually been best friends since we were little. Our classmates used to pick on him because of his quirk, y’know? I stood up for him, the day we met, and it turned out that we had a lot in common. The rest is history.”

Mina cooed softly beside you, her eyes alight with mischief. “That’s adorable!”

“But it doesn’t explain why he ignores you,” Uraraka pointed out.

You sighed.

“Fine, fine. We applied to Yuuei together, hoping to get into the hero course. When he found out I was in 1A, and he was in the general studies department...he kinda just...stopped talking to me.”

Your two friends stare at you, the beginnings of anger blossoming on their faces.

“I still send him texts from time to time,to let him know what’s going on, but he never replies. Always leaves me on read.” You had hoped to placate the situation, but your words only seemed to make it worse.

Mina stands up tall, and crosses her arms. “You still consider him your best friend?! Why?”

You shrug. “Of course. Whatever he’s going through, whatever he’s feeling, I’m not giving up on him so easily. He’sprobably got it in his stupid purple head that he’s not good enough for me, or something. I won’t let our friendship die just because he’s being a dumbass about it.”

Uraraka looks sad beside you. “That doesn’t make it okay for him to treat you the way he is.”

“I know,” you say, “and I won’t pretend it doesn’t, like, hurt or anything, but friendships can be complicated. Especially when negative feelings come into play…”

Mina looks like she has a whole lot to say, but is cut off by Mr. Aizawa sauntering into the classroom, so she takes her seat instead.

Halfway through the lesson, Uraraka passes a note back to you;

‘If you still care about him, make a gesture that will mean a lot to him. Maybe he feels bad for what he’s done, and doesn’t know how to apologize.’

A grand gesture, huh?

You think on it for the rest of class. You’ll have to consult Mina on it later.

----

‘Later’ turned out to never come.

After classes had finished for the day, you’d rushed back to the dorms to prepare the idea you’d had during English. It was a little corny, but you’d decided that a small gift and an uplifting note would be perfect for Hitoshi. It was unassuming and personal, but more than a few simple texts.

You doubted he’d accept it from you directly, though, even if you could manage to hunt him down. No, instead you waited until most of the other students had gone to bed, and then sneaked out to drop the parcel on the 1C dorms doorstep. Addressed to ‘Shinsou’, of course.

It wasn’t until the next morning that you realized your mistake.

“Y/N, did you hear?!” Mina practically dove on you the moment you entered the classroom. “That Shinsou guy has a secret admirer! Someone left a present for him in the dead of night, and one of his classmates found it this morning!”

You felt like your stomach had been filled with rocks.

“Mina…” you groaned, “that was me!”

“You have a crush on him?!”

“No!” you retaliated, voice squeakier than you would have liked it to be. No, there was no way you had a crush on him. Not a chance.

Unless.

No. No way.

You realize Mina is staring at you curiously, so you make haste and explain the genius plan you’d had last night. The peace offering gift, the uplifting note, the midnight drop off.

“I guess I forgot to sign my name on the note…”

Uraraka pats your shoulder sympathetically. “Hey, maybe it’s better this way. Shinsou might be more likely to accept your gifts if he doesn’t know they’re from you.”

You hide your face in your arms, sinking deeper into your seat. “That completely defeats the point, though. He’s supposed to know they’re from me. What if…”

...what if he thinks they’re from someone else? What if he wants them to be from someone else?

You couldn’t place why the thought left such a sour taste in your mouth. The thought of him wanting someone else, someone besides you…

“Oh my god!” you groaned, gripping at your hair and tugging. “Mina, you’re right! I like him! As more than a friend!”

Both girls attempt to soothe you, trying their best to calm your overwhelmed nerves.

There was no way you could do this.You had to keep giving him gifts, had to keep showing you cared! But now, the thought of him finding out you were behind everything? You could practically see the look of utter disappointment on his face, having expected the trinkets and letters to have been from a pretty classmate, instead.

Not you. Never you.

“Everyone, take your seats, and open your textbooks to page thirty.”

You glance up just in time to see Mr. Aizawa bumble into the room, and begrudgingly do as you’re told.

----

You decide to actually consult your friends that evening, instead of going ham with a plan you thought was good. You were bent on making sure you didn’t make any more dumb mistakes with the next gift to Hitoshi.

“I gave him licorice snaps shaped like cats yesterday, so I was thinking tonight I might go with something cute? I found a cat figurine dressed as All Might the other day, so I had to buy it. He might get a laugh out of it.”

On the floor beside you, Momo smooths the pleats in her skirt. “I think that’s a sweet idea. It’s small and simple, but I bet he’ll smile when he sees it.”

“You should do it,Y/N!”

“Yeah!”

You nod as the girls around you cheer you on. “Alright! I’ll do it! And this time, I’ll make sure to leave the note anonymous on purpose!”

The four of you giggle a bit.

It takes about twenty minutes to find the necessary wrappings for the gift, and another ten for you to decide what to write in the note.

“I don’t really want to be over the top,” you say, “he’s not on for dramatics, but he likes honesty.”

Mina reads over the several discarded notes on the floor, wincing at how choppy and blocky they were. “Why don’t you go with something personal that he’s done for you, or something about how he makes you feel?”

You chew on the end of your pen. “That could work. How about this: You’ve inspired me every day to work hard in achieving my goals. I know that one day, you and I will be great heroes!”

The pink haired girl quickly snatches the note out of your hand, folding the paper into a heart and depositing it in the gift box. “It’s perfect,” she assures, “raw and to the point, as a love note should be.”

You feel your face heat up at that, but say nothing to disregard her.

“All right, I’m going to go drop this off, but if anyone asks, I’m just getting some air.”

----

Over the next week, you continue to drop off little presents in front of Hitoshi’s dorm. Every night, it was harder and harder to get the parcel into place, the students of 1C staking out the doorway until the wee hours of the morning.

It was when you almost got caught that you realized you couldn’t keep this up. Which eventually found you at your desk on friday evening, writing your final letter.

‘Thank you for being a good sport about all this, it’s been fun to show you even a fraction of my appreciation for you. But I’m not ready to tell you who I am yet, and it’s been difficult to sneak around (though I guess it was good practice for stealth missions, huh?). Even though my gifts will stop, know that there is someone out there who loves you as you are, and admires so many things about you. By the way, congrats on officially getting into the hero course next year!’

You carefully fold the piece of paper and slide it into an envelope. Hopefully it’ll be easier to stash away than a whole gift would. You at least hoped it didn’t get overlooked.

----

The following Monday, you wake up late. Having worried all weekend about whether or not your letter was received, you’d not slept particularly well.

Thankfully, you arrived to class before the final bell, but you were certainly frazzled by the time you stepped into the classroom.

Immediately, all eyes were on you.

“What?” you ask, “I’m not late, so don’t scold me.”

A couple of the girls break out in giggles. “That’s not it at all!”

“I guess Shinsou’s secret admirer gave other people ideas!”

“Y/N has a secret admirer now too!”

You felt your face heat up, pure disbelief bubbling up in your chest.

“What?!” you exclaim, louder than intended. You all but run to your desk, almost tripping over Uraraka’s bag. Sure enough, there, on the small tabletop, is a small box with your name on it, wrapped in a pastel version of your favourite colour.

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dise7se · 4 years ago

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gone, gone (thank you)

by @spideysforce (8.1k) for @tonystarkdadmode ( @irondad-fic-exchange )

Characters: Peter Parker, May Parker, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson, Betty Brant, Quentin Beck, Tony Stark, Matt Murdock, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Karen Page

Relationships: May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Quentin Beck & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Summary:

Peter has paranoia looming behind him, always watching him, never lingering too close but never leaving him alone. In each dark corner of any alleyway he’s in, paranoia follows him. The green gases and mists seeping out of his city’s storm drains, twirling mystically around his feet, those are all Mysterio. His anxiety-addled brain has convinced him each warp of sulfur dioxide twirling through the air, green subway lights illuminating each particle is Quentin Beck, taunting him in his home."I've got a show waiting for you in Manhattan."

— prompts: presumed dead, hypothermia, and hurt/comfort

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“There is no way Parker is Spider-Man!” Flash said, voice distant down the hall of the snow-lodge cabin, game pieces clacking against the board.

“And why can’t he be?” Betty asks, voice muffled over a piece of licorice.

“We’ve already been over this,” Ned sighs, the room quieting except for the crackle of the fireplace in front of them where they gathered on the living room floor surrounding the coffee table.

“Bullshit.”

“The dickwad is right here, you know,” MJ says, setting her mouth straight to hide her laugh. She fails. “Ned, let’s hear him out. Can Flash really connect Peter Parker to Spider-Man? JJJ couldn’t.”

They can, not that the Daily Bugle should have aired out his business for all of his home city to prey on, for Mysterio to get into his head, and target every last of his loved ones. It had only been a few months since the older man had faked his death on television, had the Daily Bugle ruin his reputation more than they’ve already tried, and Tony Stark worked tirelessly with Pepper Potts to backtrack on this PR nightmare that carefully painted a brushstroke target on each of his loved ones.

These last few months, his previous mentor has been out of commission, along with other Avengers. He can’t complain, though, he has a feeling he’s making new allies in his home-burough while being a vigilante. Possibly a new mentor, but that’s him projecting. There is no Mysterio if he buries himself in school and work, if he’s exerting himself.

He walks over and joins the rest of them in the living room of the cabin from the hallway where he set down his suitcase and organized it before aunt May came back.

“You hear back from MIT?” MJ asks, scooting closer to him once he sits down on the floor beside her and the coffee table.

“Not yet,” he says, all the attention shifting to him. “I think we’ll all hear back by next week.”

“Well, we may have applied, but it doesn’t mean all of us will get in..” Flash announces, earning an elbow to the ribs by an exasperated Betty.

This is their new dynamic now, really, maybe it was their subconscious way of coping with their previous summer vacation, they began gravitating towards each other.

Peter watched the confusion flicker across Flash’s face, mumbling an apology and a sarcastic, “it’s true..”

He’s been doing that more often, and even though he’s made it clear that he hates it when Peter looks at him with that, ‘psychoanalytical’ face, he’s trying to figure him out. Flash is an electrical current, a neon light buzzing, flickering and it seems like there’s a fuse ready to burst into flecks at any time. He doesn’t mind when Flash is annoyed with him, he knows sophomore and junior year bailing on Academic Decathlon was his fault, but there’s a weight off his shoulders since his identity was revealed to the entire world, he’s in a legal case with a local Queens lawyer to soften the blow currently, and he can handle these little outbursts.

If Flash goes around the school revealing his identity, well, he doesn’t have much leverage.

He puts everything he has into tormenting Peter, but that’s how he is. That’s how their classmates see him, he likes being the center of attention.

The second time he noticed it happen, it was after their Europe trip. He was hugging May, holding her close, Betty, Ned and MJ scattered, and he caught sight of Flash. May turned their 1940s Revolvo on and they sat with the cold air blowing on their faces, May’s face flickering between him and Flash and his butler.

He never dared to bring it up. Ned and MJ never allowed him to, no matter how subtly he planned to. It wasn’t fair of his family, it wasn’t fair for him to go through alone. He never fooled Petter with his facade, but the sinking feeling in his stomach felt worse. He couldn’t ignore it any longer, no matter how many obligations he has to worry about.

Ben taught him when any situation arises for him to be the bigger person, he needs to be the bigger person and assume responsibility. He knew he needed to help find Flash a safe space if he couldn’t by himself. Or, fuck, even just support him whenever he needed to.

In his own fucked up way, Flash had his back as well.

He shoved a skateboard into his arms one afternoon after leaving a Decathlon meeting, murmuring he needed a skating partner today. To not take it personally, they wouldn’t hold hands or anything, but to make fun of someone else if they fall off the board or eat shit.

He had a feeling, and he thinks he’s right. That morning, Peter came in late, nearly dragged in by May because of a late night run-in with Silver Stable. With the scrapes and bruises from being dragged through Manhattan, he might as well have been dragged by a skateboard and not his web shooters.

So, they skateboarded.

And he did eat shit.

Ned, MJ, and Flash scold Betty for accidentally shoving the Monopoly board too far to the left, Ned yelling at Flash to stop cheating and taking his money. May comes in at the perfect time, yelling over the teenagers that she bought everyone’s sandwiches from the sub shop.

“May, you bring my camera in?” Peter asks through a full mouth of lettuce, bread, tomato, cheddar, and deli-meats, earning a light playful smack upside the head.

He doesn’t miss Flash’s furrowing brows, his body immediately freezing from across the kitchen island. She mutters, “Yes, Peter, next time I’ll make you walk a quarter mile in the snow for it.”

He snorts, earning a small, ‘smeck,’ on the forehead and watches May pass out the rest of his friends’ food and chips and drinks. He forgot what this was like, back in Europe with Ned when they felt independent on their own and like they could take on the world from a small, cramped space with all their friends.

“Hey, Peter, did you get an email back from that lawyer?” Ned asks, chewing loudly from his chips and turning back to him. His other half, the other part of his brain, oh, where would he be without Ned? “Remember, you said you’d get one.”

“Mm!” Peter exclaims with a full mouth, taking his phone out from his jean pocket. He doesn’t give the group any details, ever, just the public information the brand new firm allows to go to the press. They’ve strategic in their methods, and May was the most doubtful at first, but the two lawyers and impressive secretary were not as amateur as their clientele suggested.

He turns his phone screen to let May watch his email app load, slurping loudly on his drink while May sighs. “You know, I won’t miss that when you go off to school next year. I think you do it on purpose.”

“Hm, a schemer never tells.”

An email with the subject Please read by tonight, 12/11 which makes his stomach lurch. May hesitates, grabbing onto his hand holding the phone and her hand shakes slightly before she presses on the lock button. This could mean anything. His paranoia, the slight buzz constantly whirring behind him at all times from his senses could be triggered by anything and everything, could be confirmed by this email.

May squeezes his shoulder, ready to talk to the rest of the group once she notices his jaw lock-up in anxiety. “We did get an email. Come on, after you guys eat, we’ll do ice skating as promised.”

MJ continues with their conversation about MIT earlier, which leads to an argument over whether or not there truly is a class on street fighting mechanics, or do they call it that to glorify physics.

He knew forgetting about the email until he could be alone to read it with me would not help him at all. He excuses himself, picking his phone up and ignores the worrying glances from his friends.

Before he can think to text Tony, his caller ID flashes across the screen. “Hello?”

“ Hey, Peter ,” he begins, “I only have a few minutes to talk, Morgan’s taking a bath and is currently making bubble potions that may or may not be spilling over the bathtub. Wanted to check in on you..”

“Don’t let Morgan flood the bathroom again, Tony,” he says lightheartedly, knowing why he’s calling. “Listen, were you cc’ed into the lawyer’s email? I haven’t read it yet and—”

“Whoa, slow down kid,” he says, and Peter walks up the wooden stairs of the lodge, watching the living room between the wooden panels. He really needs to give Tony shit for inviting them to a cabin the size of his apartment complex floor. “ That actually is why I’m calling. They said Nelson has reason to believe Mr. Beck may be conspiring inside of the prison, but he can’t know for sure. This is not a reason to become anxious, okay?”

“What do you mean he’s conspiring?! ” Peter yelps, yanking the nearest door open in the long hallway and closing himself in with an unnecessary slam. “What reason does this lawyer have?”

He thinks his friends can hear him from downstairs, he knows May can.

“ Calm down ,” he chastises over the phone, his voice rough and quiet. Peter curses himself for making the man drop his own familial responsibilities for him, but his guilt complex the size of Manhattan won’t let him go through this by himself. Like he needs to. “ Don’t get worked up. I wanted to call and let you know I have someone looking into this even further, along with Murdock and Nelson. It’s probably just a threat out of boredom, probably got a smack on the wrist for staying out past curfew and he wants to take it out on everyone. ”

Peter sighs, sinking down onto the ceramic tile floor of the bathroom. It’s large, has fluffy white towels on a rack to his left, a large walk-in shower, and is bare of bath-mats but signs point to supplies under the sink. This is good, he thinks, he can ground himself.

The tile is cool on his hand, it’s freezing him through his jeans, one of the laces on his snow boots came undone, and he can hear Morgan screeching in the background over her magical bath potions that she’s going to make a mermaid out of.

“ You still with me? ” Tony’s voice comes through the other end of the phone, and he swears he can hear more crackling than usual. It might just be the snow drifting outside messing with the nearby towers and powerlines.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m right here.” His voice comes out even smaller than intended.

“Can I call you back? I need to call May now, and— Morgan, you can’t use scissors on the bubbles! ”

A sense of familiarity washes over Peter, and he succumbs to the feeling of safeness associated with Tony and Morgan. He’d been too close to death already. He was dead. And after navigating life without Tony for a while, he piled each responsibility like building blocks, a delicate glass structure he could shatter at any given moment, and Mysterio took a hammer to the glass. Thanos buried his glass structure, leaving part of him under with it.

“Yeah, Tony. Talk to you later. Miss you, too.”

The rest of the night goes on, and May prepares them all hot chocolate before she heads off upstairs to take a hot shower. The uneasiness never settled inside of him, a nemesis unwilling to leave him alone.

His heart thrums wildly in his chest, his hands shake and feel numb, and he wonders why .

Is it his body’s reaction to having to spend a few nights away from the city during their holiday trip, unable to patrol? Is it lingering stress from senior year, that he and May haven’t properly celebrated all of Hanukkah yet?

He must be incapable of relaxing, turning back to the couch where he’s curled up with 4 of his friends watching Home Alone 2.

“Hey, is anyone else’s toes feeling numb?” he turns to the group, watching them blearily blink at the TV from exhaustion.

“Your toes are numb ?” Flash asks from beside him on the floor, leaning against the couch with his head tilted to the side. He has no idea how that could be comfortable at all.

“Yeah, numb.”

He needed to keep talking to someone, hearing his friends talk, too. It might just be anxiety, or his PTSD symptoms bothering him. After Europe, the school forced everyone on the trip to attend at least one counseling session, and Murdock and Nelson had suggested the same when they took on the case early-autumn.

He wanted to take the advice, especially since it meant so much to May.

The cabin’s living room TV is quietly playing a documentary about the dangers of climate change and the remarkable effects the current generation will face when Peter’s jolted awake, his heart thudding in his chest and his alertness draws him from his sleep. He must’ve fallen asleep when he was in between MJ and Betty a couple of hours ago, he’s covered in a blanket and feels a pillow that wasn’t there before, supporting his neck- May’s doing- and it’s now when he realizes MJ isn’t beside him anymore, there’s too big of a gap on the couch.

He stills, not wanting to call out her name if she’s just using the bathroom or went back to her guestroom. Peter reaches his head over to check the time on the TV clock, and it’s nearing 2:30AM. The anxious feeling of danger looming in the distance, of now being watched returns and he needs to run some sort of perimeter check, maybe they have security--

“Peter!” he hears a distant shout from outside, a girl’s shout— and he immediately blanches. MJ .

His heart rate picks up, and he kicks the blanket off of him and stands. The snow is falling heavily outside, still, never seeming to let up and blocks out the nearby street lamps and backyard lamps. “MJ?!”

He turns to check if his whispering disturbed the others yet, but he decides he’ll go investigate first. He’s Spider-Man, he can head outside to check for her.

He turns to grab his oversized winter coat and his snow boots when he notices the backyard sliding door’s open— where he must’ve heard the scream from.

“Guys!” Peter shouts into the quiet living room, interrupting the warm peace from the TV playing and whatever phase of their sleep cycle there in. “Wake up! I think MJ”s outside!”

Peter runs out into the cold, a gust of wind hitting him immediately and causes his whole body to shiver while he shrugs his coat on for 25 centimeters of snow. It reaches his mid-calves and it seeps into his pants, each frozen entity stinging him and dragging him down into the ground while he runs— he doesn’t know where he’s running to, but his throat goes raw from screaming for MJ.

Frustrated none of his friends woke up in the wake of his own panic, his senses are screaming at him, danger, danger, danger , he’s too cold, his heart feels frozen. The low hum of his senses dial all the way to his limit. He screams and falls into a pile of snow on the ground, hiding himself from the danger that doesn’t seem to be there. Yet.

“MJ, where are you?” he screams, his mouth betraying him with the sound of wrecked sobs, desperacy ready to escape him, his eyes are wide and terrified. He gets back up, swaying on his own feet and he’s inhaling too many snowflakes, they’re everywhere.

He needs to find MJ, right now. She could be out here completely alone, but his senses won’t tell him where --

Before he can reach her piercing scream, the lamp post next to him flickers on, illuminated in green. His heart stops, and he feels the bile rising up inside of him.

No, no, no, no— not him, he’s supposed to be dead- wait, no, he’s supposed to be in prison—

Peter watches in pure anguish as the snow picks up, dangerous icicles falling from the lamp post and sky pierce his skin and he steps forward behind the shadows of the moonlight and snow, towering over him in his old suit he thought was destroyed. Was evidence, locked away to never be touched again.

Except it flickers away, into a cloud of smoke.

Maybe he’s hallucinating because he’s sick? He’s tired?

He has only gotten eight hours of sleep in the last three days, but what drove him so mad he came out here to the snow , the blizzard that seems to never let up-- the one that Mr. Stark mentioned-- is sending a small snowstorm to the boroughs of New York. Must be due to Global Warming.

The hum of a drone is loud, careening and he ducks his head before it strikes him, it nearly catches him and his breath won’t come out past the burning and aching in his throat.

Honestly, Peter assumed he’d be dead by now, no one telling him a word to protect him. Or, would it protect him even further to tell the truth that he is hidden away, rotting in a cell, truly plotting against him like Foggy Nelson said not to worry too much about.

“If you wanna save your city, you’re gonna need to come with me,” the familiar voice announces into the middle of the night, pushing him past his threshold of sanity and sends a wracking shiver down his spine and arms.

“I’m not really here, no, where would the fun in that be?” he replies smugly, probably watching from around the corner while Peter frantically runs back to the snow cabin to secure his family. “I need you to find me.”

He can only think about MJ, if this is an illusion she must be safe. What if he’s truly lying, crawling out of a grave somewhere in Manhattan where he was buried. Forgotten about. Rotting. For the last few months, he’s been here. Around every corner, lingering, falling behind every alleyway light to stay hidden. Quentin Beck has been the one watching him, it probably isn’t paranoid tendencies.

“Peter Benjamin Parker, get back inside NOW!” May shouts from behind him, his neck twisting to catch sight of her. His hands shake while he fishes somewhere in his pockets for his phone, hoping it didn’t get buried in the snow where he fell.

He feels heavy, like there’s two tons weighing over him and pulling him down into the ground even further, the slush eating away at his boots.

“May! Get away!” Peter shouts, his voice too raspy to be understood. “Find MJ inside!”

“Aw, Peter. Don’t worry about them, they’ll be safe right here, in the warm cabin under their warm blankets. Let’s hope the fireplace doesn’t catch anything around it, though,” Beck chuckles. “I think that’d be even enough for you getting me killed.”

“Killed? ” he exasperatedly asks, navigating his way back to the cabin and freezing in the dark. “You’re still alive. All of those people you killed in Europe are not .”

“Oh, don’t be so melodramatic,” Beck says sharply, appearing right behind him. He can see him better this time, his hair is slightly grown out but gelled to the side. He’s wearing a black coat over this old shitty suit, completely concealed by his jacket. He clings to his helmet at his right side, Peter watches the inside fill up with snow.

Every miniscule detail, he can’t believe it. He can’t be here in front of him.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this. You know, I couldn’t wait any longer. You don’t deserve the title of Spider-Man, your big family. It was a big mistake letting them continue to believe Peter Parker is Spider-Man.”

“Because I will protect them. You can’t underestimate me, I got away from you last time. And now?” Peter steps towards Beck, going farther away from the snow cabin. “You can take me. Don’t you dare touch them.”

“Oh, I won’t,” Beck’s voice is layered in eagerness, like a child. “I’ll show you what I want and what I’m doing.

“And if you don’t? Millions are going to pay for what you did. You know, that Jester King, Tony Stark, he really played me when he played dead for months. He did. He takes my holographic system, I take it back from him through you. You try to get me murdered, now I take away what you love most.

“What I want?” he says, finger tapping on his chin in amusement. “That’s bringing you down along with everyone you love. Excuse me, I mean, after I bring down everyone you love.”

Beck signals a drone over to him, smiling pointedly and gleefully as he waves a projection over, projecting New York City in a small screen in between them. There’s barely any snow covering the city like the forecasts predicted, and he swallows hard for what’s about to happen.

If he was capable of all the infrastructure damage to Europe, each disaster caused by G-ddamn drones, he’s capable of bringing down a few boroughs in New York City.

He stares at Beck, refusing to look down at the projection in front of him. At this point, his clothes clings to him and if he isn’t hypothermic, he thinks he will be soon. This isn’t part of his illusion tech, no. This time it’s real.

“Come on, Pete!” Beck yells cheerfully, nudging his shoulder roughly to turn back to the drone. “Where’s the fun in it if you don’t get to see what’s gonna happen, huh?”

He calculates his options, watching from his peripheral the snow attack the city. Shouts are emitted from the drone. “At least it’s not like Europe! I have no problem using more of my illusion tech here, but I’ve got a show waiting for you in Manhattan.”

Peter stares hard at the screen, anger and malice replacing every other feeling he’s felt up to now. He thinks back to his illusions and what he knows , he’s been sitting on top of every secret about him, hoarding them, using them to manipulate them before and knowing his secrets work against him.

“Here, I’ll take you there through one of my drones. So you’ll know what it’ll feel like to be on 85th when I destroy it.”

Peter’s hidden in plain view under a fire escape, it’s 2AM in the city, but he can hear all the people that are outside. Dogs being walked late at night, late-night epiphanies happening on fire escapes in the light snow, taxi-drivers in the middle of their shifts, the nearby hospital emergency room full of trauma cases from car accidents from the slippery snow. It’s the quietest he’s heard in New York, and he’s looking around and making sure nobody’s lurking around any corners. He needs to give Beck what he wants, and get out of here to get to the real New York.

“Beck, NO!” he hears Ned scream from above him, and he runs from under the coverage of the fire escape and into the middle of the grimey alleyway to see Ned tethering on the edge of the 30 meter building. “You can’t do this, it’s not fair!”

Beck appears behind Ned, and he panics in search of his web shooter attachments and comes up short. He’s still in his soaked clothes from the snow cabin. “Peter! You’ve gotta help m—”

Peter screams Ned’s name, crawling up the building as far as he can before he can leap out to catch Ned. He misses, and Ned collapses to the ground.

An illusion, this isn’t real, none of this is real. It’s not real. Not real.

He gasps and tumbles onto the ground, landing back at the snow cabin.

“Let’s play another one, you haven’t seen the best part!”

He’s standing on a highrise building, in his Spider-Man suit, and he knows it’s still an illusion. The snow is falling even heavier than it did at the snow cabin, but it’s covering pedestrians walking around late at night or very early in the morning. Random people still out eating, teenagers skipping curfew, people leaving their office jobs far too late deemed acceptable

The snow covers the cars , and he can hear emergency coverage playing on radios and TV’s while the city falls into a panic over Beck’s illusions. The snow is it’s true amount, but he’s redirecting it everywhere through the stupid drones. He’s playing an illusion on his city.

He hears a child scream out for Spider-Man’s help, his daddy’s stuck under a car and he won’t stop bleeding. He’s trapped on this high-rise beam, paralyzed by something. Why can’t he just leap down, shoot his webs, he can see all the coverage he has to get to. Now.

He gasps when he feels two hands on his back, shoving him forward in anger. He sees Flash, balancing with him on this yellow beam full of venom as he says, “This is all your fucking fault!’

He listens, watching with his jaw dropped because he’s too stupid to do anything else. He doesn’t have anywhere to run, he brings his hands to his ears and shuts his eyes tight, he’s guessing what Beck’s putting illusion-Flash up to. This seems too simple, but he doesn’t want to play his chances. He wishes his city could see him right now, he’s their beacon, they aren’t collectively helpless.

“I’m done, Beck!” Peter shouts over the whistling wind and heavy snow. “I’m not running. You don’t have to do this.”

Darkness falls around him, it covers him and the snow, and Beck’s gone. His body’s equilibrium is off from being out in this avalanche, the snow now nearly up to his waist is pure agonizing wetness. There’s no more Manhattan skylines, or a cityscape at all, no more traumatized Flash, only the cabin with the porch light on.

Peter turns on his heels, running through the thick snow, holding onto himself, and starts racing in the snow. He keeps his eyes wide open despite the snow seeping into his eyes, he’s gone, the paranoia died down, the feeling of being watched simmered away like a light burning out. His legs feel like two tons of steel are weighing them down, and launches himself inside the door to find May, Ned, Flash, and to see if MJ is here.

He can almost sense where things are, he scoops a pile of snow off of his face and litters it to the ground, shrugging his jacket off which might be his worst decision of the night, his eyes feel blindfolded by the sleet.

“May!” Peter yells, holding back a sob sitting in the back of his throat, his voice quivering. “P-please. Please tell me you’re okay.”

He picks his lead feet up, waiting for an answer. He can sense bodies nearby, so they're here in the perimeter, but his senses have gone haywire after his encounter with the drone and Beck. Whatever frequency and illusions he uses, he feels less keyed now and less like he’s going to wake up from this nightmare.

He feels real.

“Baby?” he hears May whisper at the top of the stairs, now noticing the upstairs light flickered on and illuminating the living room and the stairs. He’s sisyphus climbing the stairs, his own body betraying him, and this is his punishment. Too weak to move right now, too weak to go hug May. To go tell his friends everything’s gonna be okay.

“It- it was him, May. I saw him,” Peter whispers, elation and adrenaline still coursing through his body. “He’s alive, I mean you already knew that but-- May, he was here. I have to go.”

“Peter,” May says carefully, lifting her arm that was protectively holding Ned back. He’s crying in a steady stream watching them at the top of the stairs from the bottom, he’s his own impossible boulder. He can’t reach them. He can’t get to the top.

She’s careful in her tone. “Why did you go outside? What did you see?”

“May, you have to believe me. I need to go to Manhattan— I have to send Mr. Stark a message and you-- you guys need protection,” he rambles breathlessly, half of his words ununciated, “I can’t let you guys die.”

“Okay, Peter,” May confirms, and he’s never seen her look so sad. She’s covered in moonlight, she’s backlit by the upstairs light, but he can’t see her eyes clearly like he usually can. And, oh fuck, he thought this was real— “Name five things you can see right now. Just five.”

“I— May, no, I need your car keys. I need my suit,” he says, watching his friends faces fall and hears their heartbeats pick up. “And MJ, she’s okay? She was screaming, and--”

May sighs, resigning, and takes a few steps down the stairs to meet his eyes. “Baby, are you having an episode?”

“May, no!—“

“I can help. We can all help. Nobody’s judging you, I know you didn’t find the best coping mechanisms, but—“

“Call Tony. Please. For me.”

“Okay,” May says, running a hand through his soaked curls and he feels her shaking movements, and he gently catches her hand.

“I’m so sorry, I brought this here.” He glances up at his friends, watching their own storms on their own faces, the aching, the fear caused by him. Ned’s quietly crying now, keeping his face as stoic as he can.

“Go, Peter. I’ll set security up around the perimeter,” Ned whispers bravely, swallowing back tears. “Just.. Can you tell us what you saw outside?”

Peter’s mind instantly flashes back to Ned’s body on the pavement in the illusion, and swallows the bile back down but allows more tears to fall. “I— He made an illusion about MJ. About all of you. Everyone was inside except for her. He’s in New York. Just like Foggy said.”

He turns outside to face outside, and it’s nearly morning now. The sun hides far on the low horizon, not daring to rise yet but is still covered by snowfall.

May finally relented, grabbing her cellphone to get in touch with Mr. Stark and Nelson and Murdock. It was Claire who answered first, insisting she talk to Peter. Her worries over the phone brought a wave of nausea over him, she described New York right now. There’s hail and snow slides and blizzards which should be impossible in their terrain. Peter tore his clothes off and put his suit on, feeling idiotic for wearing a jacket over his spider suit. Ned sets up his own perimeter check, signaling and coding spider-drones to confirm the validity of Beck’s own drones and keep an eye out for unwanted visitors.

He web swings 100,000 meters back to the city, internally thanking May for convincing Mr. Stark to only send them into upstate New York, not too far out into the mountains and terrain.

For once, the Parker Luck might be working on his side once he thwips off of the Statue of Liberty and soars through air with his webs and wings, back out towards the nearest island’s edge. He promises himself to come out here more often, especially in the snow. Whatever New York borough Beck is in, he isn’t nearby Ellis island, and his senses continue to buzz.

New York’s loveable grizzled seen-too-much detective is back in his home city, and he web-swings across vast swaths of water into his city through the heavy snow.

Beck lied to him. He had trusted him. He destroyed his image, causing him to flee from his real life for months . He told him he was a disappointment, and his goodness was a weakness. He watches teenagers play in Washington Square Park, tourists crawling to the nearest safe spots, and ice skaters somehow skating this late at night/early in the morning.

He swings off of the nearest building, listening out for an intel on Beck and he races through Manhattan. It’s an obstacle course for Beck, but not for Peter.

He hears a nearby construction site and a low groaning, something not good. If he reaches these construction sites with free equipment lying around for him to use, he needs to stop him in time before doing anything too drastic. He’s hoping his setup is randomized drones, secured away from the population like in the terminal he last fought him in.

But he knows this is highly unlikely.

Spider-Man finds Beck easily, scanning the construction site for any heat signatures, easily finding him and the drones. How he wanted to be found, near the heart of Manhattan.

“I must be honest, I am so glad to see you again, Petey,” Beck says, voice distorted and warped while he slowly walks further into the construction site, mapping each drop to the floor below or opening above, and each window covered in tarp. “My abilities, my talent, they can’t be stolen from me again.”

Peter turns, scanning via his suit for any signs of Beck, but his ocular scans come back distorted and something lands in front of him, his senses screaming at him at the last possible second and he stumbles into the ground.

Beck’s voice disappears further into the building, and he tries to follow it. He veers left, in a crouch and stumbles into storage bins. “I’ve been waiting for this moment. Admittedly, not for too long, but long enough.”

Peter’s warped back into the city, green gases swirling in the air and black fog consuming the city. No matter how hard it is to stay grounded, he stumbles into the nearest buildings, cars, and people.

“It’s not real,” he whispers to himself, not quite believing it.

“It’s going to be a shame when many people here will have to die, with Spider-Man buried in the snow,” his voice rings to his right, then above him. He sees Beck walking in the shadows of the plot, he follows as closely behind as he can.

Beck disappears above him, and he launches webs onto the nearest pillar, beaming up to the next floor. He leads himself through a new haze of fog, it spans wide and far and out into the real city where real residents live. He runs down a narrow hall, turning a corner into a wider area and sees Beck leading himself outside. He’s a few stories up, and can see Beck standing one story up from the ground.

“Stark wanted to use me. He did use me. Now, your precious lawyers want to destroy my life,” Beck sounds echoey, and it’s freaking him out, because how far away is everybody? Does he need to contact anyone else, like the PD?

“And where were you, Peter?” Beck asks, voice rising and thunderous, “ Living lavishly, spoiled, wealthily like a trust fund kid.”

Spider-Man jumps another floor down, sending another array of webs around the pillars of the building. He placed webbing on all three floors, following Beck’s path back down into the city where the lights will go dark.

“You knew what you were in for, kid, yet you fled,” Beck says bitterly, and he watches the green mist form back around him in his signature suit and helmet. “You couldn’t save yourself, you’re a cancer spreading in this city.”

“You will be exiled for what you did to me, and there will be no return back this time. You will have nobody to save you from your own track record.”

He internally yells, finding another structure to throw his webs. He needs a netting for when the infrastructure falls, undoing Mysterio’s work.

It’s dark, snow flurries escape from outside the plot, and Peter stills once he sees a pile of dead bodies in front of him. He can’t see his city like this, he refuses to get to this aftermath. He turns and runs to a quick stop in front of Beck on the walkway outside.

“I will bring this entire city down, do NOT underestimate me!” Mysterio shouts into the sky, the snow falling heavier into the city illuminated by the glow of the pink sunrise. “Just watch me do it.”

“I won’t let you!” Spider-Man yells, attacking the first drone Mysterio sets in front of him. He casts his webs onto it, launching it into Mysterio. He hears yelps from below, hoping everyone takes the hint and leaves, no matter their commute.

“I said I WILL destroy your city,” Mysterio outcries, sending a thunderous wave of force into the ground, shaking the perimeter and the building’s core.

“ Uh-oh, ” he panics, flipping off the ground and avoiding the skittering and electrical impulses he sends waves of. He’s electrocuted, and he scrambles back far, watching big chunks of cement fall off of each floor's foundation, and he gasps as he tries to catch each piece before it lands onto the street below.

They’re on top of the high rise now, the top of U.N. headquarters, right at the edge. He gasps, watching the plot they were just in a few moments ago crumble to the ground. The screams from the street below ache his bones, and he’s too far away, no—

He’s right inside, but he can’t fucking see where he is, if he walks forward he’ll fall off the building, he’s sure of it. There aren’t any grips for his webs, and he shakes along with the front. There’s more cold wind, sending chills throughout his body. He sees May holding onto the edge of the building, he recognizes her rings. Her fingers desperately cling for life, her blood curdling screams rush into his ears. Everything below them is so small, and he steps closer to the edge of the building where the snow drifts down below them.

This isn’t real.

Beck is playing him, again, and he’s somehow winning right now. He sucks a breath in through his nose, shuts his eyes, and remembers the fate of New York is in his hands. It’s out of Tony’s, out of the PD’s, out of everyone else’s hands but his. It’s his uphill battle, and he hopes the boulder doesn’t fall over the edge.

With his eyes squeezed shut, he aims his arms nefariously to catch each boulder, hears each gust of wind and each terrifying pull of gravity giving the boulder more energy, and he strikes each boulder to stop from collapsing the building.

Mysterio’s making him vulnerable again, and the curtain’s close in front of him. He sprints into the dark before anything can appear, thwipping his webs out into the Manhattan buildings now that the construction site is taken care of.

He listens out for Beck, listening to the buzzing carrying him away in real life, making the city more vulnerable the further he goes.

May is counting on him. She was certain he was having a paranoid episode, and it probably contributed to what he saw, but they’re counting on him. The real Mysterio is right here, heart drumming wildly from his adrenaline. He has no room for error again/

He ignores an incoming phone call from Matt in his mask, catching up to Mysterio transporting to below the Chrysler building. He thrusts his entire body into the velocity of his webs, falling dangerously slow to the ground and ascends straight into the heavy snow.

Spider-Man catches up to Beck on a new rooftop, taking a giant leap off of the Chrysler building to the supporting one below. He glides, landing on the rooftop. He’ll never be tired of the feeling of falling, the snow emulating the act even more and he moves faster.

He runs into him from above, tackling Mysterio to the ground.

Mysterio’s upgraded tech clatters across the ground, and the storm does not clear at all. None of the hail stops, the buildings shake in anticipation for a disastrous fall. Peter sees stars when he swings his arm back, landing a punch on him and immediately getting striked in the head by a drone.

Beck grabs Peter by the neck, using his size on him to slam his head back into the brick wall of the building. He kicks himself off the wall, tackling him and hits him. He strikes, producing red, blue, and purple contusions that the snow can’t cover now. He attempts to yank his helmet off to strike more skin, avoiding drone strikes surrounding him.

“She’s ready!” Mysterio shouts, shoving Spider-Man off and he’s too frozen to strike any of the drones now in formation, in an arrow.

Like a deck of cards shuffling, he watches a new scene in front of him, where his webbing failed and crushed a few dozen meters of buildings crushed under rubble, dust and snow swirling in the sky while the city bursts into haunting tears.

Spider-Man quickly recovers, shaking under his webbing that attaches to the drones, flying at full force. He tries to web them all up, but they relentlessly demolish and set flame to each high-rise nearby. He watches the city crumble, the tarmac of the streets withering under destruction, and he watches helpless people fall into these abysses along with cars and tons of snow, and he tugs on his webs.

“S..See, I was ri—ght, I will kill everyone you love— we will be back.”

He stops one drone, but halts to a stop when the drones crash into another building. He hooks Beck’s suit into a drone, finally having the upperhand and more leverage on the older man. He uses his free hand to grab the helmet, slamming his face into the drone repeatedly, watching the glass break and shatter, cutting him up.

Peter continues to land blows to the face, red blooming and turning to blues and purples around his face. His nose is bloodied, his mouth is ripped apart, and glass shards cut him further. He hopes his head slumps forward, watching an avalanche in the distance makes it way towards fucking Manhattan. His own chest flickers in pain, and he looks down to see the suit torn in half at his chest to reveal a pool of blood thickening. He checks to see if Beck is unconscious, they can hardly hold onto the crashing drones in flight.

He presses the controls, any, hoping to override his coding and deactivate them. This is all too familiar, he must be behind him, waiting. He’s hauled through the sky, grazed against each apartment complex and school and office buildings. He’s woozy, spinning in the air at a high velocity and they begin to crash head-on into FEAST, and his heart lurches.

He sees black.

He’s buried deep in the snow, searching for a pocket of air to breathe through and begin digging from. He can’t feel his hands, but he blindly flops around, trying his hardest to hold his screaming back and failing. His suit is soaked through, offline, and the seams tore and burned his skin with pure frozen snow.

He gasped, not remembering if Matt called back or not, did he ever answer the call? Was the call an illusion? He hears more blood curdling screams surrounding him, and this is real. Not an illusion. Real, real, or.. Fake?

He screams into the dark, the irony of the white-reflecing snow drenching him in blackness. Pounding fear in his body, his veins giving up on him, his cells killing him. Frozen. Only fear courses through each neuron and each cell.

Not knowing if Beck destroyed his city, his family—

He needs out, maybe this is an illusion. Is he back to a few months ago, not believing anything is real? He didn’t see Beck, but he heard him, he should be dead from those drones.

He stares into the finally relenting sky, wondering if he escaped his sisyphus destiny. His vision falls into another illusion, everything’s black, but no this is real, he’s real. He succumbs to exhaustion instead.

His body feels too heavy, he slumps down weakly and lies on his left side.

“I just said, found him outside of FEAST--”

“And what the hell were you doing there?--”

“Does it matter? I called him, he ignored me, and we knew the consequences when we agreed to take on this case--”

“Matt, it’s alright. Foggy, take a breath. You both handled it well.”

He’s in a car. The low hum soothes his aching body and it smells like clorox and blood in here.

“He lost a lot of blood on the scene, he’s hypothermic, for hell’s sake! Do not antagonize me right now.--”

“—We’re not!—“

“He’s a kid. He doesn’t deserve this. Matt, this is extraordinarily worse than when I found you half dead on your couch, already writing your eulogy because I didn’t think I could save you. You were doing it all alone, and I—“

He hears cloth moving around, probably a hand rubbing their back.

“We have it handled.”

“What do you mean handled?! You mean a just as self-sacrificial vigilante clad in red that’s a total maniac? Possible psychopath mercenary? With pool in their name?!”

“Foggy, calm down before your artery bursts.”

Pans clattering and humans talking around him awoke him, and he could’ve sworn he was just at Nelson and Murdock’s law firm in search of a first-aid kit. The talking is what he becomes most aware of when he returns slowly to consciousness, able to feel his limbs.

“Hmfh,” he hums, burying himself further into the warmer clothing he’s wearing and the familiar Hello Kitty blanket a 6 year old he knows owns. The pillows feel like homes, though.

“Welcome back, walking dead,” Tony greets, waving someone over from beside him. He’s walking in from around the corner where the kitchen is, a familiar smell of his favorite chocolate babka simmering through the air. Tony sits down beside him, feeling the couch cushion sink down. He runs a hand through his hair, squeezing his shoulder and sighing. Peter props himself up on one elbow, his smile returning when he sees May run into the room and tackle him into the couch cushions with a hug.

“I’m so sorry for not believing you, honey,” May tears up, pulling back to take a closer look at him. He’s hyper aware of his surroundings, his memories slowly fade back in. He sees the confusion run across her face, and she makes no move to bring it up. “You did so good.”

The next few days result in the same ways. He’s bedbound for now, receiving updates by his own lawyers that the city isn’t suing him for damages this time and that local vigilantes and authorities are cleaning up the city. He was an open book to his family and friends, splayed out for all of them to pick, poke, and prod at.

Even with the best intentions, they were overbearing.

He spent most of his newfound freetime continuing his part-time jobs. His photography job at the Daily Bugle is allowing him, graciously, to write articles in the meantime he’s out of photo-commission. He picked up writing articles for Nelson and Murdock, who were still a mess.

He and May both had many emotions over this, what this meant for his recovery, and how he won’t put his recovery on the back-burner.

They all avoid talking about him. Where he is, what happened. News articles never seem to reach him.

Closer to Christmas during the time his friends celebrated, he can’t help but feel isolated and the paranoia coils through him once again. He needs to begin recovery slowly, because he can’t handle being separated from Tony, Pepper, and Morgan currently, and especially May when she leaves for work or to pick up groceries.

Despite receiving a scholarship to MIT, all of his trauma probably counts out any chance of college anytime soon. He doubts he can go back to being a normal person, preparing every possible scenario for when he returns, and he feels like begging on his knees for help. He and May pass more time saving up for tuition money, just in case.

He’s safe now. He’s home. He waits for the other shoe to drop. For the boulder to fall off the top of the cliff.

#irondad fic exchange #irondad fic exchange 2020 #peter parker #spiderman #quentic beck #mysterio #fics #my fics #fic recs #marvel #mcu #hurt/comfort #found family #team red #if u squint #spider-man far from home #irondad #irondad and spiderson

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inkribbon796 · 4 years ago

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Like a House of Cards Ch. 9: Magic and Might

Summary: The heroes and villains learn more about the troubling future.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Dark was coming to, slowly, with a pounding headache. A headache that was made worse because two people were literally screaming directly over him.

Wilford and Brody had gotten into a bit of a disagreement. Brody had gotten upset that Dark was just lying on a cold table and had gone looking for a pillow or some kind of cushion. But Wilford used the Void to grab what he wanted before Brody could take two steps to leave the room. That caused a light argument about how Wilford wouldn’t have done anything if Brody hadn’t spoken up. Which Wil immediately argued that was not the case. And that led to the louder argument that had woken Dark in the first place.

“Mhmmm!” Dark complained, his aura not quite strong enough to lash out at them without worsening his migraine. He was a little dazed as the memories of before he’d been hit hadn’t come back yet.

“Great, yeh fookin’ woke ‘im up,”[1] Brody complained.

“I woke him up?” Wil argued heatedly. “The absolute nerve!”

Nestor had his head in his hands, “Fuck, I forgot that they do this when we put them together.”

“Wil?” Dark called out, his aura naturally tugging Wil closer.

Wilford instantly turned to go and tend to Dark, Brody looked away and sighed in defeat, taking a seat close by. “Yes, my Darkling?”

Dark grabbed Wilford and pulled him close, Wil realized he was shaking. Brody looked over, noticed the shaking and gripped his knees as he forced himself to sit there.

“My sweet licorice,” Wil frowned as he didn’t try to escape or wriggle free from the Entity. “What’s wrong?”

“You almost died,” Dark told Wil, who looked very confused.

“My Darkling, death is—” Wil chuckled, running a hand through Dark’s hair.

Dark grabbed his hand, “No, Wil, that blast would have killed you. I barely survived. You don’t have enough aura to survive an attack like that.”

Wilford thought on that, “Well even if I did die, I would haunt you. Here let me—”

Wil tried to pull away, but Dark held him in a vice grip. Panic flooded the Entity’s mind.

“No! I can’t let you be attacked by something like that,” Dark ordered. “You can’t—”

Dark’s voice became choked and Wil leaned in to gently kiss his forehead.

“I’m not going anywhere my dear, I promise,” Wil smiled and Dark seemed to calm down a bit now that Wilford wasn’t pulling away again.

After a bit, Dark pulled himself up, and noticed everyone still in the room. He groaned and protectively curled his own aura around himself. He didn’t have enough aura at the moment to spare to make some sort of display of power. Which made him uneasy. Wil and his children were safe but who even knew how long he’d been out for. He had an image to uphold and he was wasting it sleeping on a desk of all things.

As the Entity’s thoughts were thinking of something that would help him look like he wasn’t about to fall apart, he felt aura tap towards his own and his cracked and battered soul was so eager for more aura to take that he grabbed it without thinking and felt like it was massaging the inside of his scalp. The feeling made Dark feel better almost immediately.

Dark’s migraine blissfully began to fade and he recognized the almost tangy sweet of Wil’s aura creeping towards his own. Dark thought it was weird but he was desperate for aura and trying not to show it maybe he could—

Wil’s aura aggressively shoved the first aura — Brody’s — off of Dark. The headache flared back into his senses and left Dark a little whiplashed.

“The hell was that? He was fookin’[2] calmin’[3] down!” Brody spat at Wilford.

Dark looked around the room in confusion before he saw Anti. The individual he initially assumed was the cause of the argument. But Anti wasn’t coming over and Wil and Brody were on either side of him. The glitch wasn’t even looking their way, he was just hovering over Henrik. The German doctor was with Iplier still tending to the Host’s and the Dealer’s eyes.

Nestor got in to pull Brody away before it got violent and Wil stood next to Dark who was soon distracted by Illinois and King who were trying to catch Dark up on what everyone had discussed while he was unconscious.

Ethan and Silver were going through the huge file of pictures and videos.

The former sidekick paused on a group shot of Dark sitting in his warehouse office with J.J, Brody, Nestor, and someone who looked a lot like Henrik just in suspenders and without his lab coat.

“Hey, I thought you guys said Henrik was dead?” Ethan asked.

“Henrik’s not in that picture, it’s—” Nestor told him, but looked at it again before doing a double take and snatching the screen back. “Oh shit! It is.”

Brody looked up, when Nestor walked over, “Hey Chase, this is Heinz’s last picture.”

“Huh,” Brody leaned to look at the screen. “This was the fourth right? Not the last time I saw him in the front, but definitely the last picture.”

“What happened ta[4] him?” Anti hissed. Now that Glitch Logan had been physically taken away from him he was far calmer, but he hovered protectively around Henrik.

“Well,” Brody began. “When the hunters were burnin’ Brighton down an’ I was runnin’ around trying ta help stop it, yah were tryin’ ta protect Kay an’ his kid from some ‘a the hunters. The fight almost killed yeh an’ Henrik agreed ta let yah hitch a ride until yeh got better. But yeh never left an’ after ten years yeh both became the Mortician.”[5]

Anti just stared at him in alarm.

“Same thing happened to Nate and Mare, it was just more traumatic for them,” Nestor told Anti, before immediately changing the subject back to the Mortician. “Morty’s alright, comes into town every Thursday to shoot the shit and show off his knife collection he got from you. I think Henrik might still be in there but it’s been ages since I could tell the difference. I think Dark can but I don’t ask him about what Mortician does and I have enough to do every day. Which is a shame.”

Anti came over and looked at the screen, uncertainty and a bit of unease in his eyes. There were some pictures of this . . . Anti didn’t know whether to call him a new demon or not. He had Henrik’s face and something in Anti’s long dead soul twisted a bit. He didn’t like the idea of Henrik with some other demon, even if it was some other version of himself.

Henrik, who was finished cleaning up the Dealer’s eyes walked over, “May I see?”

“No!” Anti tried to surge over to destroy the drive and the tablet it was in before Henrik could see it.

“Anti, don’t be fookin’[2] difficult, just let him see it,” Brody shouted at him. “If Brighton’s not burnin’ then Mort’s got no reason ta e’en exist.”[6]

“Anti!” Henrik, starting to shout at him in a mix of German and English as he stomped over and took the screen away to look at it.

“If somezing[7] involves me, zen[8] I deserve to know!” Henrik shouted at Anti.

Henrik studied the picture for a bit, curious and a little nervous about this future version of himself.

After a minute of seeing his own body moving in a way that was similar and alien all at the same time, he handed it back to Nestor as the group went through the videos. Chase saw some of the pictures taken of his future self talking to Dark in the mob boss’s office. Himself in a vest and button-up and what was obviously a real gun on his belt.

Everything about the photographic evidence making him uncomfortable.

As most of the heroes and villains were still in the meeting room they’d been originally brought to, Logan went down to the ground floor parking lot. His glitchy counterpart had to move there to help build whatever device he’d been working on. The Googles and Bing were helping him to assemble the machine parts that were being constructed and printed.

Roman hovered right next to him, apprehensive about if the glitch would attack or not. Janus was with him and the other Sides were hanging back within earshot.

“Are you able to talk and work at the same time?” Logan asked the computer.

The image glitched and the young demon was on the monitor, as if he was simply being recorded in another room. “Such is the wonder of automation. We have much to discuss.”

“We do,” Logan agreed, feeling nervous but tried his best to hide it. “You spoke of a Collider earlier. What is that?”

Schematics popped up on the screen for Logan to see and scroll through. It was some advanced laser or turbine.

“I have been working on this for the past three resets, when it became clear we and the Dealer had different end goals,” Glitch Logan announced. “It is a fusion of magic and technology powerful enough to cut through dimensional rifts.”

“What would be the purpose of such a device?” Logan asked, “you are from the future.”

The computer showed images of the generator that Logan’s drive and three Sides’ lockets had been in. “After our last resulting failure, I decided it was time to ensure the Core Sides’ survival so that was why I constructed my generator. Which, I had plans to use Anti as a power source. He was older than I am and 99% likely to survive with little more than some scraps against his soul. After a month or two he would have been fine.”

“Why were we in that generator?” Logan demanded.

“Well, after I would reclaim Anti,” Glitch Logan began, as if his answer would be oblivious, “I planned on using the excess energy to finish cracking the souls of every single Side. If that wasn’t enough to turn all of us into instant demons, nothing would.”

“You heinous monster!” Roman shouted. “More proof you are not who you say you are!”

“I would merely be finishing what Wilford’s soul splitter started,” Glitch Logan announced gleefully. “It is far easier to kill all of you as you now stand. I am trying to keep all of us alive. I do not care if I am liked or thanked for what I have done. My actions so far have led to not only your survival so far, but made Dark suspicious and guarded enough to save Wil.”

“So the mages and hunters you murdered were worth nothing but power to you!” Logan roared.

“Yes,” Glitch Logan admitted with no hesitation. “Their magic would have fueled the generator to ensure a successful merge, but now that Wilford is still alive the Host has agreed to use our Anomaly to fuel the generator instead. Meaning that Anti’s involvement will be completely unnecessary. I have already handed over the magical amulets I used to store their magic to the Host, Dark can keep them, he needs them more than I do at the moment.”

“Glad to know that sentient life will not be used for your personal gain,” Logan spat. Anti was his enemy, but he did not deserve to be turned into a living battery. None of the mages or hunters deserved to be turned into batteries.

“You have lost nothing, you would be prepared to roil in your own grief if I were not here!” Glitch Logan spat. “Roman and Virgil will not die, and Patton will not be hunted like an animal. I have saved them.”

Logan didn’t have an easy rebuttal.

“Maybe you have, but this is our future now,” Janus proclaimed, nudging himself protectively in front of Logan. “We will make of it what we will.”

The glitch demon chuckled, his screen version pushing up his glasses, “I suppose you will. I’d be more concerned if I wasn’t sure they were still in capable hands.”

Because it was a screen, it was unclear if Glitch Logan was looking at anyone in particular, but Logan felt it. As if he was being specially targeted.

“Why decide on the generator now, and not earlier?” Logan tried to move the conversation, Janus looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

“That was because I was so close last time,” Glitch Logan proclaimed. “The Host forced a reset, I didn’t know that he could do that without J.J but apparently the Anomaly is more powerful than I could have imagined if it granted him the ability to do so.”

“Why did he reset you, if things were going so well?” Logan asked.

“Hmmm,” the Glitch hummed. “Uncertain, but Chase went into the dome, it shrank into a smaller one and after five seconds we were standing at the same spot we always do when we are thrown back. Chase was crying and immediately he and I got into a fight with the Host. It was some nonsense about a doll and that the Host didn’t want to discuss him. All I know about this “doll” is that it had something to do with Dark. I can infer that Dark had some reaction and whatever the Anomaly made in that dome, it scared the Host.”

“Scared him, how?” Virgil asked, he’d been listening in and came over.

“Uncertain, but the results speak for themselves,” Glitch Logan smiled as a camera detached on a long cord to look at Virgil. “Come out from hiding, my sweet nightmare?”

“Get away from him,” Roman nudged himself in front of Virgil, drawing his sword.

Glitch Logan was smiling, “So full of life, I’m glad something is finally going right. Now if you all will excuse me, I have to ensure my future.”

Then his video turned off and the construction on the machine sped up.

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Accessibility Translations

1. Great, you fucking woke him up

2. fucking

3. calming

4. to

5. When the hunters were burning Brighton down and I was running around trying to help stop it, you were trying to protect Kay and his kid from some of the hunters. The fight almost killed you and Henrik agreed to let you hitch a ride until you got better. But you never left and after ten years you both became the Mortician.

6. If Brighton’s not burnin’ then Mort’s got no reason ta e’en exist.

7. something

8. then

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #footnotes #Darkiplier #Wilford Warfstache #Chase Brody #Antisepticeye #Henrik von Schneeplestein #Crankgameplays #J.J #Logan Sanders #Roman Sanders #Janus Sanders #darkstache #DarkAverage #Dark's not used to people flirting with him #confused Dark #Glitch Logan is a bit creepy

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ultraglittercat · 4 years ago

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Drabble 117

Adoption

Lance had set up their current day of guy's time, as he had an announcement to make and Eugene and Varian were the perfect people to reveal his new plan to.

“Eugene. Varian. I'm glad to see you two. I've decided on something important.” Lance said.

“You're going to start using my bath bombs?” Varian hoped.

“Of course not. Why would I need them?” Lance wondered. Varian and Eugene exchanged glances, Eugene shrugged and Varian sighed. “No, this is about the girls.” Lance continued.

“You have gotten really close to Angry and Catalina lately.” Eugene observed.

“I feel like I relate to them, because I was also an orphan and a thief. That's why I've decided to adopt them, only with Adira away at the Dark Kingdom, I don't have a girlfriend or wife to help me.” Lance explained.

“Oh buddy, I know you've got your heart set on Adira, but maybe you should consider dating someone who, you know, doesn't hate you intensely.” Eugene tried to be diplomatic.

“That's just our witty banter.” Lance insisted.

“Riiight. Lance, I don't think you need a girlfriend before you adopt somebody. A single parent household can still be full of love and care. Believe me, I know.” Varian spoke from experience.

“But you don't just have Quirin, you have Eugene and Rapunzel also looking out for you, so that's three parents, not one.” Lance pointed out.

“They're not my parents!” Varian protested.

“Hold still. You've got grease on your cheek.” Eugene noticed and moved to clean Varian's face.

Varian stepped to the side, and rubbed the grease off himself. “Okay, maybe they do act like that sometimes. But they look out for the girls too, so you could argue that Angry and Catalina would also have three parents.” Varian replied.

Lance smiled. “That is true. And I would be their main parent, living in the tree house with them. They've already got some great decorations, did you see the painting Rapunzel made of me? A definite masterpiece.” Lance bragged.

“Okay, so now we know that you seriously want to adopt them. I think we should go to the palace and find what forms we need to fill out to make the adoption official.” Eugene decided. Varian and Lance nodded, and they headed for the palace, Eugene waving at the guards and Maximus as they passed. Soon they were in the throne room ready for an audience with King Frederic and Queen Arianna and Princess Rapunzel.

“Hello, your Majesties? Lance has something he needs your help with.” Eugene elbowed Lance, encouraging him to speak up.

“Oh yes, hi. Looking good. Er, I was thinking of adopting those two orphan girls, Angry and Catalina? You know, the Silent Strikers?” Lance began.

“Yes, I am aware of the Silent Strikers. They don't still do that, do they?” Frederic wondered.

“They've completely left their thieving ways behind, as have I.” Lance responded with a deep bow. A silver spoon felt out of his sleeves as he bowed. “Forgot I had that there. It's not from the royal kitchens, it just looks like it.” Lance said, embarrassed.

Frederic sighed, but Arianna and Rapunzel smiled warmly.

“Lance, I'm so proud of you! I know Angry especially really wants a family. And as long as you stay in the tree house, I'm sure Catalina will love having you around.” Rapunzel said.

“I'd never make them move. I know how special that place is to them, and when you're an orphan you crave stability wherever you can find it.” Lance professed.

“In that case, all that's needed is the paperwork. I believe Nigel can draft a certificate of adoption for you.” Arianna stated.

Nigel bowed. “I'd be delighted to. Of course to make it official, the young man will have to sign with his given name.” Nigel shot Lance a pointed look.

Lance grimaced. “Do it for them, do it for them, do it for them.” he muttered. Lance waited patiently as Nigel drafted the form, then signed 'Arnwaldo Schnitz' where Nigel indicated.

“Hooray! You're officially a father now!” Rapunzel cheered with delight.

“Rapunzel dear, we don't cheer when people sign legislature.” Frederic reminded her.

“Oh, hush. Some things are worth cheering, and this is one of them.” Arianna overrode her husband.

“Now we just gotta find the girls. I uh, probably should have done that ahead of time.” Lance realized.

“They might be at Monty's Sweet Shoppe. That's where they like to hang out.” Varian told him. “We could go there together, if you wanted some moral support or something.”

“That'd be great! Eugene, you're coming too, right?” Lance grinned.

“Of course, it isn't every day you get to help your brother start a family.” Eugene was happy to help. The three boys bowed and Eugene kissed Rapunzel's hand before they left, making the princess blush and smile.

As they had suspected, Kiera and Catalina were at Monty's, eating licorice (that he may or may not have found in the back and was trying to get rid of before it spoiled.)

“Girls! I'm glad we found you. I have something important to tell you!” Lance was very excited.

“You're going to start using V's bath bombs?” Kiera guessed.

“No. Why does everyone keep bringing that up?” Lance wondered.

Catalina wrinkled her nose. “It's a mystery.” she lied.

“Don't worry, we'll get him to eventually.” Varian whispered to the girls, who nodded in agreement.

Lance pulled out a piece of parchment. “This is an official document from the King and Queen of Corona, declaring me your legal guardian. I've adopted you two. I hope that you--” Lance was cut off by Kiera and Catalina.

“We have a dad now?” they said in unison.

“That is so awesome!” Kiera cheered.

“I can't believe it, we're gonna be part of a real family!” Catalina whooped.

Eugene smiled. “I think they're taking it well.” Eugene told Lance.

“Best day ever! Who wants a hug?” Lance asked, scooping up the girls to give them their first bear hug together as a family.

The End

This is more of a Lance and the girls story, with Eugene and Varian as supporting characters. But I googled and couldn't find any 'Lance formally adopts the girls' fanfic, so I hope this did it justice! They are one of my favorite found families and I'm always happy when they feature in a story.

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theravencawsatmidnight · 5 years ago

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White Day with Shinso

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What is White Day?

White Day is every year in Japan on March 14th . One month after Valentines day . On Valentines day woman in japan give chocolates to men they have feelings for. On White Day men return the chocolates (and sometimes gifts) to the woman they have the same feelings for 🤍

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You always had a crush on Shinso , everything about him was so cool. His quirk was really interesting and he impressed you in the Sports Festival. You were in the support class so you never really got to talk to Shinso, you could only watch from the sidelines , cheering him on.

You spent an entire week trying to perfect chocolate making . You wrote down every mistake you made and spent hours correcting it . You also wanted to do something cute so you bought expensive chocolate decoration tools. Spent a full day watching decoration videos till you fell asleep. The morning of Valentines day you were staring down at the chocolates you made for him. They were round with little pointy chocolate pieces on the top . You carved a little nose into the center and two cat eyes . You had carefully added little black licorice to it for little whiskers.

Carefully you put the chocolates into a red box with thin red paper in it. You closed the box and tied some pretty red leather around the box in a neat knot. You sighed with relief . It was done. Finally.

“I can give him this.. and if he does not feel the same then .. thats okay. At least i finally told him how i feel.”

You rushed to UA as fast as you can, you needed to catch Shinsi before class started otherwise you would not see him at all. You ran up the hill out of breath spotting Monoma admiring himself in the reflection of his phone. You hurried over tapping his shoulder. He turned to you holding his arms out grinning big.

“Y/N!!! My my!! Are those for me ME? Ive already turned down so many today !! But if its from you then-“

“Do you know where Shinso is!!!”

His hands fell and his grin flattened. He gave you an uninpressed look.

“Hes in the locker area..”

“Okay thank you!” You ran off leaving the dissapointed boy

You heaved running to the lockers . Shinso was just closing his locker when you finally made it to him . Before he could say anything the bell rang. You looked at him , hot and out of breath. You were heaving so hard you could not talk. He tilted his head at you rubbing his neck .

“Yes Y/N?”

You held the box out with shaking hands. He stared at it for a minute till the smell made him realize what it was . He forgot what day it was too. Gently he took the box from you and you choked out what you were trying to say.

“Hap!!!-y!! Valentines—!!! Day!-“ you ran off into the school.

Shinso held the box close to his face inspecting it and enjoying the sweet scent coming from it. He opened the box on his way to class. When he got to class he was staring at the little cat face chocolates. They were so cute how could he eat them? Gently he put the top back on re tying it and set them in his backpack for lunch.

You got to class late and youre teacher scolded you for it. You did not really mind though, you did it. You showed Shinso you had feelings for him. Thats all that mattered. The detention you got after school did not matter, or the extra class duties. Nope. Okay maybe a little.

It was lunch time and Shinso also ate by himself on the stairs. It was not noisy there and he could relax. The chocolates were delicious. The licorice was sweet and the little cat ears were really soft. The chocolate itself was filled with melted fudge too. He leaned on the wall smiling down at the box . He was.. suppose to do something back right?

He pulled his phone out trying to search for it but he did not know what to search. Kendo was walking by and spotted the confused tired boy .

“Hey Shinso! Ya look lost you okay?”

“Hey Kendo.” He said not looking up from his phone. “Do you know anything about Valentines Day?”

She blinked walking over and sitting next to him, she smiled when she saw the box and cat chocolates. She elbowed him making him look over at her.

“Got some chocolates i see.”

“Yeah Y/N gave me them.”

Kendo hummed leaning on Shinso making him roll his eyes with a smile on his face. “Yeah yeah, im suppose to do something back right?”

“If you feel the same yeah! Its called White Day, its one month from today. You give them white chocolate or marshmellows and gifts “

“What kinda gifts?”

“Any! I think they have to be white though. What are you gonna do?”

Shinso rubbed his neck staring down at the chocolates for a few minutes. He knew you thought he was pretty cool, but the way classes were he never got to really talk to you. He would get the chance to now.

“ im going to give them chocolates and get them a gift. Just keep it under wraps ok Kendo?”

She gave Shinso a thumbs up hopping up to leave him be. Shinso finished up the chocolates and neatly tucked the box into his bag. He got up and continued on with his day thinking about what to do.

The rest of the month went by fast and Shinso kinda procrastinated untill a couple days before White Day. If he was not training with Aizawa he was asleep. He took his time making the chocolates though, even if it made him late for school. He put the white box in a white bag and left for UA.

He found you at the lockers when he got there but he was too late. The bell run and you ran off into the school, he rubbed his neck looking at the sky trying to think of what to do. While he was thinking he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Kendo eyeing his bag.

“It looks so cute !” She said pointing at it

“I missed them Kendo. I might not get another chance today. “

“Hmmm. You leave it to me ok? After school wait for me at the entrance !”

“Uhm.. okay Kendo.”

The day went on and Shinso was a little paranoid. He cought himself staring down at the bag alot . His class mates teased him about it but he did not really mind. You were the only one who showed that kind of interest in him. He had to put his trust in Kendo.

Around last period Kendo busted into youre class room scaring everyone. She put a note on youre desk and left before the teacher could grab her. You blinked snatching the note hiding it fast before youre teacher turned back around.

What the heck was that about?

After class ended you left the classroom opening the note .

‘Meet me at the entrance Y/N!’

“I wonder whats up..?”

You made youre way to the main entrance not seeing Kendo anywhere. Instead you saw Shinso rubbing his neck staring at the sky . You saw his bag and youre heart jumped in youre throat.

“Cmon Y/N.. move.. move . Go over” You pushed yourself going over to the tired boy.

“H-hey Shinso..”

He turned seeing you. “Oh hey Y/N. This is for you” he held the bag out . “Happy White Day”

You stared at him for a second till you realized. You held youre hands out and he placed the strings in youre hands.

“I hope you uh .. like it. Do you want to uh.. hang out at my house.?”

“... yes.. yes that sounds really nice i..” you looked in the bag then back at Shinso.

“You can.. take the stuff out y’know.”

“Uh!! Sorry!!” You opened the bag more taking out a white cat plush. Youre face got a little red and you looked at Shinso. His cheeks were a little red to. Gently you put the cat back in the bag and took out the little white box . You opened it to see little marshmellows with chocolate ears and noses.

“Shin!!! Shinso!!! This is so cute!!!”

He grinned looking at the sky then at you. “I uh well. I thought it was a cute thing you did with the chocolates so ..” he held his hand out to you making you put the box away.

“I.. i like you Y/N.”

You took his hand very slowly .

“Shinso i .. like you too . Thats why i gave you the chocolates. I just think youre so cool and youre quirk is cool to so..”

“Aw Y/N. Thank you. Cmon.. i dont have training today so i want to take advantage of that.”

You held his hand tight following him. You were so happy and relieved right now. He liked you back. And you got to hang out with him now.

You both arrived at his house and Shinso took you to him room to watch some tv and enjoy the marshmellows together. You were sitting holding youre knees feeling a little awkward to be in his room. The marshmellows were very good and gooey , Shinso was sitting next to you looking awkward too. Should he make the first move? Should you?

Slowly you slid youre hand over to his, youre pinkie finger slid over his . Shinso looked over to see you not looking at him. He felt youre hand sliding over his more . He looked down at youre hand and turned his over so he could hold yours. You glanced over to see him rubbing his neck smiling at you.

“ i uh.. im new to this so..” he admitted

“Me..me to heh. What should we do?”

“Uhm.. well i kind of want to hold you? If thats okay?”

You felt youre cheeks flush , you scooted over to him and Shinso lifted his leg , you laid youre back against it and laid youre legs over his knee. He rested his arm on youre shoulder and held you close to him. You could hear his nervous heartbeat and giggled a bit.

“What?” He asked looking down at you

“Youre nervous to heh..”

“A nervous wreck”

You leaned into his chest talking softly.

“Me too Shinso.. i just.. i dont care if you want to take this slow. I just want to be with you”

He smiled laying his cheek on youre head squeezing you.

“I move slow anyway so i guess it works.”

You giggled squeezing him back.

“I guess it does”

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A/N. I LOVE THIS BOY SO MUCH HE DESERVES THE WORLD.

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