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let-love-bleeds-red · 3 years

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Ezekiel reyes x reader

A/N: I’m new to posting/publishing my works so any feedback is welcomed! Maybe will do a part 2?? Depending on you readers. Also don't be shy to ask for more characters or different shows. ☺️

Summary: Ezekiel leaves their romantic partner high and dry as he deals with supposed club business. Y/n feeling quite lonely sends an attention grabbing video to Ez only for his phone to be left behind. After a confusing phone call with Angel, y/n decides she needs to see who Ez has been talking to. When Ez’s past crashes with his future puts Y/n in a bad position, y/n must figure out what’s better for her future and their relationship.

Warnings: Mature language, smut, oral sex, fingering, masturbation, mention of bodily fluids, mention of abuse, angst.

Word count: 3073

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Light shuffling wakes me from a blissful dream. My eyes adjust to the light shining through the window blinds. I rub the sleepiness away and make eye contact with the bare back of Ezekiel Reyes. Shamelessly, I take in every inch and mark of his body, happy that he's mine.

Ez turns around feeling eyes on him. "Like what you see cariña" (darling) the corner of his mouth curves up into a devilish smirk.

I'm sure I'm drooling at this point. Recapturing my composure, I throw a pillow at the back of his head. "It surprises me that your ego is bigger than your head" I retort.

He turns away from the dresser facing me “you didn’t mind my head size when it was between your legs,” a shit eating smile filling his face.

“Ezekiel Reyes!” I scold giggling. Warmth floods my cheeks as I hide underneath the covers. Large hands make they’re way up my legs, kisses trailing close behind them. My breath hitches as his lips make contact to my inner thigh. His teeth nip at certain spots making sure to leave many love bites. My fingers scratch the back of his head leading him further up to where my body most craved. He licks my slit, his focus now on teasing my clit.

A soft moan escapes my lips as my hips involuntarily buck up closer to him. Ez smirks kissing up to my sternum. He looks up to me with mischievous eyes. I pout from the loss of contact, “you just want to get me worked up.”

His hand molds my breast while playing with my nipple, “You look so sexy when you’re frustrated.” His hot tongue connects to my erect nipple sucking and tugging lightly, the other hand not stopping its menstrations. He bites the side of my breast causing loud moans to escape.

My hips grind against his abdomen looking for friction and much needed relief. “Fuck.. Ezekiel” my nails scratch along his shoulders driving him further on. “Please mi corazon” (my heart) I moaned, needing more of him. His hand leaves my breast, sliding down to where I ache the most. Two digits pump in me while his thumb gives attention to my clit. I ride along Ez’s hand getting closer and closer to my climax. His fingers feel like magic, hitting every sensitive part. I’m arching from the immense pressure of pleasure that’s fighting to be released. Just as I’m reaching the edge a ringing freezes Ez’s actions. Ezekiel looks to me, then to his phone across the room on the dresser, then back to me. “Don’t you even think about it,” The need for release takes over my emotional state.

Ez kisses my forehead, “Lo siento mi amor.” (I'm sorry my love) He climbs off of the bed making his way to the dresser and answers his phone. He turns away from me talking low to the person on the receiving end. I don't know if it’s my sexual frustrations or the fact that he’s acting sneaky but something was definitely up. Ez’s hush conversation ends as he rushes to get his clothes on. I sit up worried, “Is something wrong with the club? Is Angel alright? Bishop?” Here I am frustrated since we didn’t finish, yet my Mayan family could need help. Even worse they could be hurt. God I’m so selfish.

“No hermosa, everyone is fine. The club needs me for a run. I can’t say no to them,” He eases my mind. “Rest baby, I’ll be back before you know it.” He kisses my head rubbing the crease on my forehead.

“Be careful, I know it's just a run but things can go bad so quick, so please be careful.” I hug him snuggling my head to his chest hearing his beautiful heart beat.

He rubs my back holding me close, “See you in a few, sleep mi corazon” He takes my face in his large hands planting a soft kiss to my lips. After a brief moment he lets go and grabs his kutte from the corner chair. I hear the door close seconds later and sigh sadly. He just left and I’m missing him like crazy. I’m so whipped. Maybe I should show him how bad I’m missing him.

Grabbing my vibrator from the nightstand drawer, and setting my phone on the stand to catch all my naughty actions. I flip the switch to High on my vibrator moving it along my wet slit. The vibration re-excites my sensitive clit, as I rub it through my folds, lubing it up. My other hand finds my breast playing and tugging my nipple. “Ezekiel I want you so bad baby” I moan imagining his hands, his tongue, his huge thick cock. “I want you fucking every bit of me to pieces.” I rub against the vibrator gathering friction on the bundle of nerves. Feeling tired of waiting for release I thrust the vibrator into me. Not stopping to get used to the size, I thrust it fast in and out of me hitting my g-spot repeatedly. Taking my hand away from my breast I moved it down to my clit rubbing the sensitive bud to push me over the edge. “Fuck! Right there Ezekiel!” I moan arching my back. A split second later the burst of release and pleasure fills my body. I take the vibrator out seeing my cum drip along the sleek tool to the tip as I rub my orgasm out. “Would’ve been better if you were actually here,” I look at the camera. “I miss you, baby. Come home soon. I love you,” I blow a kiss toward the camera and end the recording.

After a long hot shower, I lather myself in lotion and get dressed. Checking how the naughty video looks, I send it to Ez satisfied with the results. A ding sounds from across the room. Investigating where the sound came from leads to Ez’s forgotten phone. For someone with great memory he forgets a lot of stuff. I’ll call Angel to let Ez know.

“Hey princess, you finally wise up and realize I’m the hottest Reyes?” Angel answers.

I roll my eyes laughing, “Sadly you’re mistaken Angel, Philippe will always be number one.”

“I’m gonna tell Ez you said that.”

“What makes you think Ez doesn’t know,” I smirk.

“Gross” he groans is distaste.

“Like your face. Anywho, how did the run go?”

“What run? Everyone is given the day off until the party tonight”

Confusion wracks my brain, “none of you went on a run this morning?”

“Not that I know of. What’s wrong?” He asks worriedly.

“Uh nothing, I just thought Ezekiel was with you and the guys. My mistake, sorry to bother you Angel.”

“You’re no bother princess, let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay thanks Angel, bye.” My heart sinks. Ez lied to me. He actually lied and broke his promise. Why would he do that. It has to be important if he needed to lie to me. Yea that’s it.

I look towards his phone thinking back to who he was talking to earlier. If it wasn’t the club then who? Going against my conscience I look through his messages to see Emily pop up on his recent. The messages showing meet up places on days Ez left early to do club business or met up with his dad. My heart is breaking into pieces. Shattering even more with the lies and betrayal. He knew how I felt about starting this relationship, about the trust issues, and trauma. He knew every part of me yet decided to destroy all that was built between us. Liquid drips onto my arms, I wipe my eyes not realizing the tears pouring. I don’t want to cry. I shouldn’t cry. Not over someone who didn’t truly love me. Yet I cry for the love that I gave him. I cry for being dumb enough to fall so hard for him, for giving my all to him.

~Months prior~

Slowly slipping out of strong arms I reach for my shirt and panties laying across the floor. Trying to be stealthy, I look for my missing shorts. How can someone lose shorts in a trailer?! There’s literally no way it’s too small, but of course my luck. I yelp as I feel myself being pulled back into a warm chest. Ez chuckles beside me, happy to catch me by surprise. “Buenos dias hermosa” (good morning beautiful) He kisses my temple leading more down the curve of my neck.

I hit his firm chest, “You scared me half to death, jerk!” Trying to hold back my smile, but Ezekiel being Ezekiel can see right through it.

His hand frames the side of my face as his thumb lightly trails across my bottom lip. “You weren’t trying to leave without saying goodbye were you?” His brown eyes bore into mine taking in every feature.

Not able to lie to him, “Yes, but only to get to the office before Chucky,” I explain while trying to climb off the bed again only to be pulled back to straddling Ez’s waist. “This is what got us in this situation in the first place, Reyes,” pointing to our current position.

His big hands slowly crawl their way up my bare thighs causing shivers to run up my spine. “You’re too irresistible, and you didn’t seem to mind it. I do remember you begging for more.”

Curse his memory. I hit his chest, ”Not my fault you kept following me around, I felt bad. You were like a lost puppy.” I smile thinking back to the first day we met. “Speaking of memory, where are my shorts?”

A mischievous smirk slips across his lips, “now what do I get if I tell you?” His hand now on my ass, pushing me slightly on his erection.

I jokingly ponder his question, grinding my hips slowly to tease, while tapping my chin in a thinking motion. “Hmm.. Not getting caught by Bishop, nor beaten to death. Oh and possibly get buried in the desert.” His smirk falls off his face. “But knowing Bishop he’ll probably castrate you first,” I grin thinking how protective the Mayan President can be.

He groans, pulling my shorts from behind his pillow. “Take them.”

“You were hiding them!” I laugh pinching his side teasing.

“I didn’t want you leaving,” he taps his finger along my thigh nervously.

“As sweet as that sounds, I don't want your death on my hands if Bishop catches us,” I joke.

“I want Bishop to know,” he states confidently. He sits up having us chest to chest as he watches my features. “I want us to date, be a couple in front of the club, in public. I don't want to hide it,” his hand caresses my face.

“Ezekiel,” I stop his hand. “I can’t do that. I can’t put sheer dumb trust in another person, not with my emotions and body.” Heat fills my chest from the traumatic memories. “I will not put myself in a position to be beaten down and taken advantage of.” Slipping out of his hold, I put my shorts and flats on trying to make a quick exit.

His hand gently wraps around my arm catching my attention. “I don't want you for your beauty and body, you’re so much more than that. You’re so strong and very smart, your humor and wit make you, you.” His arms wrap around my waist pulling me a bit closer to him. “I will never hurt you. I’m not that low life thug. I will never lie to you or make you feel uncomfortable. I respect you so much. Just give me a little trust, I promise you won't regret it,” he begs, his eyes full of love?

A knock on the trailer door interrupts the moment. “It’s Chucky, I brought by coffees for a morning wake up,” he explains happily.

I walk over to the door, opening it coming face to face with Chucky. “Thanks Chucky,” I take the two cups. “Do you mind letting Bishop know that I need to talk with him? He’s gonna wanna know I’m dating his prospect,” I look over to Ez smiling.

“Of course young love is beautiful, I hope to witness it myself one of these days.” Chucky sighs dreamily.

I peck his cheek, “You will Chucky. She’ll be one lucky woman,” I assure him.

Muscled arms snake around my stomach as Ez’s chest warms my back. “Chucky, y/n is gonna be late to clock in. I won't keep her for too long,” he kisses my temple.

“I love you Chucky, thank you!!” I squeal as Ez shuts the door and picks me up kissing me all over the face.

~End of Flashback~

My phone ringing brings me out of my haze. I answer it hearing the one man I didn’t want to contact. “Hey I’m calling from a pay phone, I think I left mine on your dresser. Any way I’ll be by to pick you up for the party tonight in a few minutes.”

I hold back from crying anymore, not wanting to show how hurt I am. “Don't worry about me, I’ll drive over by myself,” trying to keep my voice steady.

“Are you sure the house is on the way.”

On the way from where? Is what kills me. “I’m sure. I’ll see you there, bye.” I hung up before he could get another word in, not able to handle a longer conversation. Grabbing a duffle bag from the closet I pack every belonging of his. Erasing any sign of him from my home. As I fold the last of his shirts, his scent takes me in its embrace. I’m really going to miss him. Holding his shirt to my chest I hug it letting the last of my tears drip away.

After pulling myself together, I toss his stuff in my Jeep and head over to the club house. Chucky opens the gate and greets me. “Lovely night to let loose, huh y/n?”

I can’t help but always feel comfort from Chucky, he’s a true sweetheart. “Indeed Chucky. Make sure you get to enjoy the party a bit too.” I pat his arm before driving into the lot.

Hopping out, I head into the clubhouse to see Bishop playing a card game with Hank and Reaper. I greet the men hugging them one by one, leaving the last to be Bishop. “Can I talk to you in the temple?”

He nods a look of worry flashes across his face, “Of course mija. We’ll be back.” He tells Hank. We walk back to the temple, him taking a seat as I stand. “What’s wrong y/n? Did something happen?” He scopes out my face for any bruise or marks.

“Yes but it's not for you to worry about, Bish. Just letting you know I’ll be in Charming for the next couple of days.”

“Why are you leaving? Did the prospect do something to you?!” He starts to stand up to head toward the door.

I stop him shaking my head, “There is a job opening at the hospital there that I’ve been invited to try out. I think it’s a great opportunity for me since I’m back on my feet.” I explain leaving Ezekiel out of the situation.

“But that’s not the only reason. You look like you’ve been crying. What did the prospect do.” He demands an answer.

“Nothing that deals with the club. He didn’t touch me nor hurt me in any physical way. I can’t deal with being in a relationship, they don’t work well with me.” There’s no point in getting Ez into trouble with the club.

He gets up and embraces me, “If that’s what you want then I can’t stop you. Just make sure you’re doing it for you and not just running away.” He kisses the top of my head.

“I’ll call you when I get to Charming,” I pat his chest. “Please keep this between us, for now?” He nods his head in agreement. “Thank you for everything, El Presidente” I smile leaving him to head back to the Jeep. As I exit the club I come face to face with Ezekiel.

He smiles seeing that it’s me, “There you are hermosa,” he leans down to peck my lips. I step back avoiding the gesture. Confusion washes over him as I step around him to get to my car. He follows close behind, “Hey, wait up!” He grabs my arm only for me to yank away from him. “What’s wrong mi amor?” (my love)

“How was your run?” I steal my voice, staring at his brown orbs.

Worry taking over his emotions, “It was fine, everything went well. I’m okay.”

I scoff shaking my head at his lies. “Here,” pulling his phone out of my pocket and shoves it into his chest. “Emily has been messaging all day.”

Realization flashes through him, “wait baby no it’s not like that!” He tries to grab my hands.

“Don’t touch me. You lost the privilege the moment you decided to lie and sneak around. I don't want any part of your charades.” Tiredness heavy in my voice.

“Let me explain, please,” he pleads. “I didn’t cheat. I only helped her with a business issue,” he explains hurriedly.

“I don't need your explanation nor do I want it, Ezekiel. It’s not fair for you to live in your past, while you tell me to move on from my own. It’s hypocritical of you to think she loves you. Emily is a married woman, she loves Galindo, she’s moved on.” I sigh grabbing his duffle bag of belongings from my car dropping them at his feet. “At least I know I’m not the only stupid one in this relationship.”

“I don't love Emily, I love you, you are my everything. You make everyday worth it. I can’t lose you.”

“The problem, Ezekiel, is I don’t believe you. Your words are just that. Words. No meaning behind them. I’m not gonna give my time and trust to a man who doesn’t respect me. I’m done. It’s over. Don't contact me, don't go to my house.” I rush into the Jeep starting it and backing up out of the lot. The only thought is to drive away and don't look back. If I look, then I know I’ll turn and go back into his arms.

A/N: please feedback and let me know if there should be a part 2

#ezekiel reyes #ezekiel reyes x fem reader #mayans #SOA #ezekiel reyes x reader #smut #SOA SMUT #angst #ezekiel #reyes #angel reyes #mayan mc

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years

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Part 11- Shape of My Heart

Pairing: Rudy Pankow x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Falling in love with someone you can never have is the worst feeling in the world...

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Part 10 Part 12

Note: After crying over the last chapter, I was finally able to muster up this one. Also just in case anyone was wondering, we’re pretending COVID19 is nonexistent in this story because it would just ruin everything and I’m not about it!

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It’s been a month and a half since Rudy told me about his short film, our conversations became less frequent which worried me deeply...

I didn’t want to drift apart from him, and that’s exactly what I feared was happening now. I tried to indulge into my school work, but it became harder to focus when I kept checking to see if I had a text or at least a SnapChat from him. I didn’t want to bother him by blowing up his phone either, becoming an annoyance he’d soon grow tired of. I expressed my concerns to both Maddie’s on our daily FaceTime call, hoping to get some reassurance for my MIA boyfriend.

“We’ve been in a lot of meetings with Jonas and Netflix to try and get season 2 of OBX approved, I don’t even know why we have to be there because they don’t really talk to us.” Maddi B commented.

“Plus Rudy has that short film on top of everything, so I imagine all of this is taking up his time. Don’t fret though, he said in our last meeting how horrible he felt that you all couldn’t talk as much with the both of you being so busy. He talks about you to everyone and how much he misses you.” Maddie C inputed.

“Awww, he’s so sweet. Maybe I am overthinking things, when I go to work tomorrow I’m demanding a week paid vacation because I need a break. Midterms are coming up and I’ve barely had any time to study.” I sighed.

“You need to focus on school, that’s the most important thing right now. You know Rudy would say the same, you need to take that week to relax and get everything in order.” Maddie B pointed out.

“Yeah you’re right, jesus I forgot I have to fucking close at work tonight. I’m going to start applying to different places that actually care about their employees, and will work with school schedules.” I huffed, swinging my legs off of my bed.

“We’ll let you go then babe, love you!” Maddie B called, waving in the camera.

“Love you y/n!” Maddie C said, blowing a kiss in the camera.

“I love and miss you guys, I’ll see you later.” I smiled, hanging up.

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Work was awful, being a shift manager was not all it was out to be. I hated dealing with difficult people and sometimes the other employees. I had just finished have a shouting match with this lady who was down right insulting both me and the other cashier working. I was so glad to be locking up once we closed, practically sprinting to my car, I was stopped by the cashier I had worked with tonight.

“Hey y/n, I-I was wondering you know if um..” he said.

Shit, I knew where this was going...

“Maybe we could hang out some time, I think you’re really pretty and uh...yeah I think we should get together more.” he spoke.

“That’s nice and all pal, but she has a boyfriend.” was heard from behind us.

I froze in my spot, tears coming to my eyes. I whipped around to see Rudy leaning against my car, his blue eyes zeroing in on the guy. He scurried off, leaving just Rudy and I.

“Hi baby,” Rudy spoke, a smile so wide on his face.

He looked different, having grown a mustache and slight beard. His hair was longer too, but still handsome as ever. I let out a watery laugh once I was out of my trance, blinking to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. I dropped my stuff in front of my car, throwing myself in his arms.

“Oh my god, are you real? Are you really here?” I blubbered, pulling back to hold his face. He held me tight against him, combing some stray hair from my face.

“I’m here, you’re even more beautiful than I remember.” he gushed, beaming as he laid his forehead to mine.

“I look like shit Ru, I don’t even have makeup on.” I giggled, feeling his facial hair under my fingertips.

“You don’t need it, fuck I’m so happy to see you. I’m sorry we haven’t talked much, I’ve been so busy in meetings and filming.” he sighed, shaking his head.

“You came just at the right time, I have a whole week off of work.” I said, both of us grinning wide.

“Plenty of time for you to show me around then.” he smiled.

Rudy gripped my face in his hands, crushing his lips to mine. I had craved them for so long, having been deprived of the feeling. My heart went soaring, the feel of his facial hair tickling my skin. He moaned into my mouth, his hands moving to hold my hips to bring me closer. My fingers weaved their way into his now long blonde hair, tugging at the roots slightly.

I pulled away once I became dizzy, pulling my hands back to caress his face. He gave me little kisses all over my face, fully caging me against him so I couldn’t move away. Rudy laughed along with me, pulling back fully now.

“Guess you’ll be my chauffeur for the week babe.” he smirked, opening my door for me.

I chuckled as I got in my car, Rudy jogging to the passenger side. He held my hand for the drive to my apartment, pulling it to his lips to kiss the back of it. We jammed out to some of our favorite songs, dancing crazy. I had the windows down so we could blast my speakers, probably waking everyone in the neighborhood up. Rudy even pulled out his phone to record us rapping Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice, he got embarrassed after the first chorus though because that was the only part he knew and I was still going.

“Ok show off, trying to outshine me on my own Insta story.” he scoffed teasingly.

“Not my fault you don’t know the lyrical poet Ru,” I joked, sticking my tongue out at him.

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I threw my bag on the end table as soon as we walked into the apartment, Rudy taking a walk around. He picked up pictures, looked at my bookcase, and even pulled out some of the books I had to skim through. I sat on my couch to flip through some movies for us to watch, not wanting to miss a single moment spending time with him. Rudy walked into my kitchen, opening my cabinets, and my fridge.

“Baby, why don’t you have anything to like eat or drink?” he called from the kitchen.

“I uh...I couldn’t afford to go to the store this payday. I had to pay my rent and my car payment which is basically my whole check, and the rest is for gas to school and work.” I murmured, knowing he was going to be upset with me.

“So like...what do you eat then?” he asked, peaking his head around to look at me.

I stared at the floor, chewing on the inside of my cheek. I could feel his anger radiating off of him, the tension in the room becoming nerve wracking. I was a poor college student ok, I didn’t have the luxury of my parents buying my way through it. I was lucky some nights to even have stuff to make a fucking cheese sandwich.

“I...I don’t.” I confessed, hearing a sharp scoff come from Rudy.

“Get your shoes back on.” he demanded, snatching my keys.

“Wha-...Where are we going?” I questioned.

“This shit isn’t going to continue, not on my watch. I am seriously pissed you didn’t tell me this.” he snapped, taking me aback for a moment.

“It’s not that big of a deal, you’re being over dramatic! It makes me lose weight so what’s the fucking problem?!” I yelled, Rudy whipped his head around, his mouth hanging open.

“The fucking problem is that I’m not going to sit here and watch my girlfriend struggle when I can help. Let me help you and stop being so stubborn. If you want to lose weight for you then that’s fine, but I don’t want you to have it in your head that you need to do it for me. You’re perfect to me.” he stated, earning an eye roll from me.

“Alright Ru, let’s get this over with.” I sighed, secretly melting at how sweet and thoughtful he is.

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Goofing off in the store was all fun in games until I saw him..

Nick.

The guy that shredded my heart, still yet to be fixed. The guy that messed me up so bad I never thought I was deserving of love until Rudy came into my life. Rudy was in the middle of talking to me when I abruptly spun around and high tailed it out of the aisle.

“What’s wrong?” Rudy asked as soon as he caught up to me.

“We need to leave.” I declared.

“Babe, we haven’t even made it through half the store I-” he spoke.

“Hey y/n, long time no see.” someone said, my blood turning to ice. I turned around to see Nick with some of his friends, smirking at me.

“Um..” I stuttered.

“Who’s blondie?” Nick scoffed, pointing at Rudy.

“I’m her boyfriend.” Rudy said, glancing between the two of you. He must have put the pieces together from the very uncomfortable expression on my face.

“Boyfriend? Really y/n? You’re so desperate you hired someone to be your boyfriend? Pathetic really...” he laughed, his friends joining. I just wanted to ground to swallow me whole, I had to turn my head so they didn’t get the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

“You’re Nick, the piece of shit who thinks he can just toy with women how he pleases.” Rudy concluded.

“Guilty, y/n and I had a good run didn’t we?” Nick commented, going to touch my shoulder.

“You lay one finger on her and I swear to god you’ll regret it.” Rudy said, his voice going an octave lower.

“Oh please man, you seriously don’t have to keep your act up. How much is she paying you?” Nick asked, tilting his head.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but this isn’t an act.” Rudy hissed.

“Guys that look like us man don’t go for fat chicks.” Nick chuckled.

“The fuck did you just say?” Rudy bellowed, getting in Nick’s face. I had to intervene now, I couldn’t risk a fight in the middle of the store.

“Rudy please, he’s not worth it.” I said, tugging on his sleeve.

“Nice seeing you again y/n, remember what I said last time we spoke.” Nick cackled, leaving with his posse.

“What did that fucker say to you?” Rudy inquired, his chest heaving with anger.

“I’ll tell you when we get back, let’s just go to a different store.” I offered, checking out whatever we had in hand before heading to the car.

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Rudy spent way more than I told him he could, but I wasn’t surprised he didn’t listen to me. It took us four trips to carry in all the stuff we bought, I’m sure I’d be stocked up for a year now. I was seriously exhausted, and my mood hadn’t gotten any better since our run in with Nick. Rudy had tried to cheer me up, but I think he knew that my mood wouldn’t be saved tonight.

I planned on taking a quick shower, but I couldn’t stop my mind running through my past. My chest started to burn, my hand came over my mouth to conceal my sobs. I had hoped the water would drown out my cries, but Rudy still heard them. He shed his clothes and jumped in the shower, taking me in his arms. I leaned my head on his chest as I sobbed, his lips moving to kiss my wet hair.

“I don’t understand! What did I ever do to deserve that!? I did everything for him! I was some sick game our whole relationship, how fucked up is that?” I laughed humorlessly.

“What did he say to you?” he inquired.

“He told me that I would never find someone to love me, that I was undeserving of love, and that I was the ugliest being on this Earth who was stupid to think I ever stood a chance with him.” I recalled.

“That’s fucked up, you should have let me beat his ass.” Rudy muttered, switching places with me so he could wash his hair.

“He’ll get his karma one day, someone will shred his heart beyond repair just like he did mine.” I whispered.

“I’ll have the best time repairing it then,” Rudy shrugged, leaning to plant a sweet kiss to my lips.

“Are you sure you want to go through that Rudy, I-I’m not...I’m not as happy go lucky as everyone thinks I am, I’m broken deep on the inside.” I said, shaking my head as I looked down to the tile.

“I wouldn’t of chased after you if I didn’t want all of you.” he spoke, tilting my chin up.

“Well I guess so but-” I started.

“It’s you and me against the world, no one will ever compare to you y/n.” he inputted.

I kissed him hard, a moan leaving his lips. He pinned me against the wall, showing me exactly what I meant to him....

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spiderman-homecomeme · 4 years

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nuts about you

It’s simple. Thirty days. All of November. No nutting allowed. Can Peter survive? A friends/roommates to lovers tale of stupid bets, sabotage, and most important of all, nuts.

thotumn. day 11. free prompt day finale.

Thank you @spideysmjs for organizing this magical month for us!! Because I am TOO impatient, I’m posting this a day early (also to keep my tradition of not posting things at the right time). Enjoy this purely goofy adventure.

Of all of the stupid ideas Peter and Ned have thought of in their ten-plus years of friendship, this one’s up there.

Easily in the top three.

No, it’s more than stupid. It’s ridiculous. It’s pointless. No one in their right mind actually thinks this is a good idea or that there’s any reason to do it. It’s an internet joke that’s too old, a meme that has no right being funny anymore. It’s run its course, and the guise of it raising awareness for anything other than the masturbation habits of penis-havers is complete and utter bullshit.

Again. It’s stupid.

Still, Peter Parker is not one to turn down a challenge, no matter how stupid. He’s nothing if not competitive. What can he say? If he won’t do it, who will?

This is what he considers as Ned lays it on the table for him.

All of November. Thirty days.

Peter doesn’t know how the conversation even started or how they ended up betting against each other in the world’s most moronic challenge. All he knows is that Ned is more than convinced that Peter is weak and won’t last. In fact, he’s so convinced that he’s willing to bet money on it. His reasoning ends up being that Peter isn’t strong enough.

And Peter? Well, he’s convinced that he will make it, that he can survive an entire month without giving in to his desires to bust a nut, to beat his meat, etc. etc. And he, too, is willing to bet money—a stupid amount, maybe more than a hundred—on his own success and his friend’s failure. He doesn’t want to appear too cocky, but he’s more than a hundred percent sure he’s got this in the bag. Yeah, it’s thirty days of cutting out one of Peter’s favorite pastimes—if not the favorite—but there’s no doubt in his mind that he’s more than capable of practicing a little restraint.

Still, confident as he is, there’s still that part of him that can’t help but dread the coming month the more and more he thinks about it.

“So, definitely thirty days?” Peter asks, eyes narrowing in thought. He tries to appear casual, as if the idea of no release for that amount of time isn’t a big deal. It’s more for clarification. “November has thirty days?”

Ned scoffs. “Yeah. Thirty days.”

“Any strikes? Any free coupons?”

“Nope.” Ned shakes his head with a soul-crushing finality. “Why? You don’t think you can make it?”

It’s Peter’s turn to scoff, face scrunching dramatically as he recoils. “What? No. I’m worried about you, man. What are you gonna do about Betty?”

Ned fixes him with a deadpan stare, clearly not buying whatever bullshit Peter’s trying to peddle. “A bet is a bet. She will respect that.”

“How can I trust you, though?” Peter asks, eyes narrowing in slight accusation. “You’re always at her place. I mean, how’ll I know you’re not lying?”

Ned glares. “How can I trust you?”

Peter sputters, desperately thinking of ways to throw a reverse Uno at this situation. “Wha—I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m—I’m single, man.”

Ned blinks. Once. Twice. “Do we need to talk about Felicia?”

“That was—”

“Cindy?”

“Dude—”

“Johnny? Jessica? Gwen—”

“I get it. I get it—”

“Carlie? Oh—Debbie? Caleb! Then there was Angela—”

Peter’s expression contorts into one of confusion. “Angela?” He tilts his head, squinting, searching for any kind of memory.

“Cute red head. You met her in line at Aldi.”

“Ahhh…” A knowing, borderline too-telling smile of recognition pulls at Peter’s lips. “Angela...” he sighs, almost dreamily. Okay, so maybe Ned has a point. But just because Peter enjoys the company of other people so much that he’s got his own version of Mambo No. 5, doesn’t mean he’s incapable of living without the warm touch of another human being or his hand.

Peter freezes, glancing at his friend. “Okay. Well. What do you want me to do about that? It’s not like I’m gonna call any of them up or anything. I have some sense of self-control.”

Again, Ned blinks.

“And besides, Felicia was freshman year… she’s our friend now. I don’t hook-up with her anymore.”

Another blink. “Dude.”

“Fine.” Peter huffs, whipping his phone out, eyes nearly rolling out of their sockets and onto the floor as he starts swiping through his contacts. “But I’m not deleting any of ‘em, okay?”

“Peter…”

“I’ll change their names! How ‘bout that?”

A beat passes of silent, overtly-judgmental staring on Ned’s part. He huffs after another second, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Fine.” Then, his frown shifts into a nonchalant smirk. “Whatever makes it easier for you to lose and me to win.”

“Please,” Peter scoffs. “I’m not the one with a girlfriend. You’re going down.” He tilts his head, narrowing his eyes, lips pursed in mock-contemplation as he points a finger. “Or I guess… Betty’s the one going down.”

Ned nearly chokes on his water holding back a snort. “Come on, man.”

Peter shrugs.

“Okay, well, are you gonna change the contact name for your right hand, too?”

It’s Peter’s turn to spit out a laugh.

But before he can even come up with another totally awesome comeback, he hears the jingling of keys, the clanking of locks as their roommate comes home after a long day of classes. All he sees is a flash of her curly hair before he’s tearing his gaze away from the front door, suddenly finding the pads of his thumbs to be pretty damn interesting.

“Hey, MJ,” Ned greets casually, as if they weren’t just sorting out a bet where neither of them are allowed to orgasm for an entire month.

“‘Sup.” Michelle flashes them a brief, closed-mouth grin as she makes for the refrigerator, swiping up some baby carrots and the brita filter.

Really, the conversation from earlier should be done there. Nothing else needs to be said. Especially not in front of their roommate.

But Peter can’t help himself.

“Let’s shake on it,” he says, putting his hand out, knowing that the more he keeps talking, the more danger he’s in of saying too much.

Ned takes it readily, eyes narrowed in determination. “Let’s.”

The corner of Peter’s lip twitches upward, but he holds it back. “No… Peanuts.”

“No walnuts.”

They have that understanding, speaking in the code that the two of them have just made up on the spot, something that Peter can’t help but feel pretty damn proud of.

MJ glances between the two, carrot half-way to her mouth, frozen in place, brows pinched in suspicion.

“Peter and I are giving up all nuts for the next month,” Ned says proudly, answering the question that she most certainly did not ask.

“Cool.”

Ned throws a not-as-subtle-as-he-thinks-it-is wink across the table, giving a just as subtle thumbs up from behind one of his stray history books.

Peter nods.

“Why?” Michelle asks, her question—one that shouldn’t have been as much of a surprise at is was—causing them both to exchange wary glances.

There’s a silence that follows, one that might clearly show that these two guys have no idea what kind of hole they’ve dug themselves into. Ned watches Peter expectantly. Peter glares back.

“Is it like a health thing?” MJ offers, popping another carrot into her mouth.

Peter nods a little too quickly. “Yeah. Health stuff.” His stomach flips when her gaze meets his, her eyes squinting as she chews thoughtfully.

“May thinks Peter might have a nut allergy,” Ned hastily spits out. When both sets of eyes land on him, he laughs. “So his allergist suggested going a month without ‘em. To see if that makes it better.”

And honestly, Peter thinks that’s a pretty damn good save.

The best part is that MJ seems to buy it. She nods. “So why are you doing it, Ned?”

“Solidarity,” Ned offers quickly.

Nice save.

“Ah,” MJ purses her lips, though she still doesn’t seem to care all that much. “Well, good luck. I guess. I know how much you guys… love… nuts? I guess?”

Peter nods solemnly.

When she turns back to grab a cup from the cabinet, he throws Ned a quick single nod.

Well played.

“So, Peter’s doing no nut November.”

Felicia nearly chokes, snorting as she struggles to keep her vanilla latte in her mouth. “What?” She asks after a dangerous second. They were supposed to be having a nice study sesh, reading about Bloom’s taxonomy, not talking about Peter’s nut habits.

“He and Ned made a stupid bet to see who could last the whole month,” MJ answers, taking a quiet sip of her London Fog. “Apparently they bet a lot of money on it.”

Felicia’s face scrunches in amused confusion. “Why?”

“Do they really need a reason to do dumb shit?”

Considering that for a second, Felicia nods with a satisfied frown. “Fair.”

“I bet against Peter, though,” MJ continues. “After he left, I made Ned let me in on it. There’s no way Pete can last the whole month, right? Not even a week.”

“Oh, definitely not,” Felicia vehemently shook her head. “I honestly feel like he’d spontaneously combust after, like, a day.” Then, she lets out a quiet snort. “Combust a nut.”

Michelle wrinkles her nose. “Ew.”

“But for real. He’s not gonna make it.”

“That’s what I said. Ned seems to have some faith in him though—no idea why. I told him that Peter wouldn’t even last a week… and now I guess I’m involved.”

“This would be so easy to sabotage though.”

“Right?”

“Seriously,” Felicia snorts. “All I’d have to do is hit him up one more time and he’s gone.” And then, in that next instant, her face lights up like a Christmas tree. “That’s it!” Before she says anything else, she’s pulling her phone out, quickly scrolling through, looking for God knows what. “Girl, I am gonna win that bet for you.”

MJ leans forward, curious, yet still cautious. She’s not sure if Peter hooking up again with Felicia is the best idea, given that relations within the friend group would just make things a giant, tangled up mess of complicated awkwardness. “How?” Michelle dares to ask, craning her neck to see what the hell Felicia’s doing on her phone.

Her friend is quiet for a moment, locked in concentration on her screen, bottom lip tucked between her teeth, brows knit together. Then, she cracks a satisfied, sly smile, turning her phone to show MJ just what she was looking for.

Simply; a picture of Felicia’s relatively new tattoo which, in and of itself, doesn’t seem like it would get Peter’s peter going. It’s pretty. Floral. Nothing to lose one’s mind over.

No, it’s more the placement.

It’s a tasteful shot, the simple flowers lining the underside of her breasts, her hands acting as makeshift pasties, just barely covering her nipples.

Still, though there’s no actual nudity, it’s enough to make MJ’s eyes bug out of her head for a moment before she’s realizing what she’s looking at.

“Okay. So?” Michelle waits for an explanation.

“I send him this,” Felicia says simply, pulling her phone back and (seemingly) drafting up the very message. “Ask if he wants a closer look at it.”

Michelle considers it a moment, knowing that there’s a very strong chance that Peter could almost immediately fall into such an obvious trap. The corners of her lips twitch into a casual frown. She shrugs. “Honestly. Yeah. That might work.”

“Might?” Felicia almost scoffs.

“You’re a genius.”

A smirk tugs at Felicia’s mouth as she leans back in her chair, swiping up to send the message before putting the phone down on the table. “I know.”

They sit in silence, the two of them watching the screen with bated breath. They both gasp when the read receipt pops up, followed by a dead silence. MJ can only imagine how stressed that boy must be, opening his phone, thinking it’s an innocent text from Felicia, then BAM, he’s vibe-checked by her boobs instead.

She holds back a snort, her stomach jumping into her throat seeing the dot-dot-dot pop up at the bottom of the screen. It’s almost as if she forgets to breathe, waiting to see what he’s going to say to such a blatant come on.

It’s like he’s typing a damn novel with how long it’s taking him though, and Michelle’s not sure she can take it much longer.

And then, her phone dings.

Felicia’s lips pull into a frown reading the message. “‘Wow. Looks cool! No thanks, though.’ Aaaaand,” she spins her phone for MJ to read it. “Thumbs-up emoji. Smiley face with sunglasses.”

Even MJ’s surprised at that response. Maybe Peter is really taking this No Nut November thing seriously. Maybe he’s not as weak as she thought. But… it doesn’t make any sense. Nothing’s adding up.

And with this confusion, there’s a sense of relief, knowing his response. Waiting wasn’t fun.

“Huh.” Felicia sighs, biting her lip in thought as she starts typing out another message and sending it.

“What did you say?” Michelle asks.

“I told him I’d been thinking about getting my nipples pierced and wanted to know what he thought.”

At that, Michelle snorts. “You’re an evil woman.”

Felicia shrugs innocently. “I think he’d really like ‘em.”

Truly, it’s a genius move. It’s something that Peter has to address; Felicia’s nipples. The idea of them being pierced. It’s too much for his brain to handle.

And again, just like before, they get into a staring contest with the conversation, watching as the read receipt pops up again, immediately followed by the ever-cruel ellipses as Peter no doubt struggles with a response that’s not too-eager.

But then, he completely throws them for another loop.

“‘I support you, friend!’ with…” Her eyes narrow. “A smiley face.”

“Wow,” Michelle says, genuinely surprised.

And Felicia seems just as shocked, if not a little offended that one of her oldest tricks in the book seem to have no effect whatsoever. “Did he just… friendzone me?” She asks, absolutely appalled.

“You were already friends before?” Michelle laughs.

“But in this context?” She huffs, shaking her head. A beat passes where all she does is stare at her phone. “That’s weird,” she says slowly, lips quirking into a confused frown. “Huh.”

“There, there,” Michelle deadpans, patting her friend stiffly on the hand.

Felicia laughs. “It’s fine…” She draws out. “A hit to the ego is good for me every once in a while.”

“Oh my God,” MJ rolls her eyes. “You’re still hot. Don’t worry.”

With a sad, a little over-dramatic nod, Felicia’s frown deepens as she pretends to wipe at her eyes. “Yeah. I am.”

“I can’t believe that didn’t work,” MJ muses. Really, she can’t. Peter’s perhaps the easiest person she knows—and there’s nothing wrong with that at all; it’s just a fact of life. The sky is blue. Grass is green. Peter is a thot.

“I guess he’s really following through with this whole no nut thing…” Felicia’s brow furrows as she recoils. “How much money did he bet anyway?”

“A hundred.”

“Oh my God.”

“Yeah.”

“How much did you put in?”

“...A hundred.”

“MJ!”

“Listen!” Michelle reasons, holding her hands up in defense. “This is gonna be the easiest two hundred dollars I’ve ever made.”

Felicia sits back, clearly impressed. “Does Peter know you’re in on it?”

“Nope,” MJ says, emphasizing the ‘p’ with an audible pop.

“Well—” Felicia starts, shifting in her seat, crossing one leg over the other. “—I’m sure you’ll find some way to make that boy give in. Sorry I couldn’t help.”

Michelle lets out a light snort. “It’s okay. You tried.”

“If I think of anything else, I’ll let you know.”

But honestly, MJ already has a vague idea of what her next step is.

And it brings her to his bedroom, to his desk, messing with his laptop while he’s out for his Sunday patrol. His password is entirely too easy to guess—really, you’d think a guy as smart as Peter would have something a little more complicated than “webshooter69.”

If there’s anything she knows about Peter—maybe a little too much about her friend—is that while he mostly enjoys the company of a flesh and blood human being, he’s not above the occasional perusing of adult websites.

The guy likes porn.

The plan is to make his chrome homepage one of his regular sites. Confront him with the images that really get him going.

She browses through his history, hoping that he hadn’t thought to delete everything or go incognito. And… luckily for her, that particular idea seemed to have slipped his mind entirely. Literally not even a week out and she’s found a slightly-more-than-nefarious-looking website.

Easy enough.

And it’s exactly what she’s looking for. Nudity galore. There doesn’t seem to be a corner of the site that doesn’t have a boob or a butt. It is truly Peter’s domain.

For a moment, she wonders if she should make the homepage specifically something he searches for… his favorite genre perhaps.

She shakes the thought away immediately. It’s too invasive. Besides, the front page should be more than enough—there’s literally a video that frustratingly autoplays every time she goes back to that one page. And why would she need to know what Peter likes? There’s no reason for that. At all.

Making sure to close out of everything before logging out, she slams the laptop shut, sprinting out of his room as if he was just about to get home. Her heart races as she slams her own bedroom door behind her, catching her breath proving to be more difficult than usual.

And now, she waits.

It turns out, she doesn’t have to wait very long.

That evening, in fact, after Peter’s come back for dinner.

He takes his time microwaving his leftovers from the day before, whistling to himself as he bounces around the kitchen. The whole time it feels like MJ’s just holding her breath, anticipating his early demise the instant he opens up chrome on his laptop. And honestly, this does feel like a low blow, like she’s just snatching up that low-hanging fruit—God, MJ, phrasing—but then she’s reminded that this, again, is the easiest two hundred dollars she will ever earn.

And then she feels a little less bad about what she’s done.

The second he’s finished with his food and disappears into his room, her eyes are on his door, and then it occurs to her that there’s not really a way that she can know he’s, well, “lost.” It’s all based on his own honor, if he’ll admit to succumbing to his most basic need. She likes to think that he would, though. Peter’s too much of a good, honest guy—hiding his secret identity aside—that he couldn’t lie to his friends about it.

Ned comes home not two minutes later, deflating on the other side of the couch.

“Rough day?” MJ asks, the teasing hint to her tone not going unnoticed.

Ned rolls his eyes. “Told Betty I was doing this whole month thing.”

MJ winced. “Yikes.”

“Yeah,” Ned chuckles.

“Well, if it helps, this whole thing is probably gonna end in—” she checks her phone. “—five or so minutes.”

Ned’s gaze darts right and left. “What… What do you mean?”

Before she can answer, Peter yelps from the other side of his door. There’s a loud crash that sounds suspiciously like a laptop being yeeted across the room in a hasty, knee-jerk reaction. Before either she or Ned can move, Peter’s bursting through his door, eyes blown wide, his face drained of all color, and he’s frozen in place, one hand gripping the doorframe.

And it takes everything in her not to grin. “Everything okay?”

Peter coughs, scratching the back of his neck, before his gaze lands on Ned in a challenging glare. “DUDE. Not cool.”

Poor Ned looks as confused as ever, his jaw dropping, brows pinching together as he glances between the two. “I—What—what are you talking about?”

Peter narrows his eyes even more.

“Did I hear something break?” MJ asks carefully, as not to seem too suspicious.

He startles at her voice, sputtering out a response that mostly sounds like the macaroni glue art of sentences. “Oh—uh—no. It—It was the—the laptop. There was—a thing. And—I just kinda—threw it.” He laughs nervously. “It’s fine though. Not—not broken. All good—” He throws some finger guns. “—in the hood.”

Her lips twist as she nods.

Peter nods back, hands in his back pockets as he starts to retreat back into his room—though not before throwing another I’m watching you glare at Ned.

As soon as the door clicks shut, Ned’s in full interrogation mode.

“MJ, what did you do?”

She shrugs, toying with the loose thread of her hoodie. “Nothing much. Just… Set his default homepage to some porn. No biggie.”

Ned’s jaw drops, thoroughly scandalized, but there’s a hint of amusement behind his eyes. “Dude… That’s evil.”

Michelle gives another shrug.

So, her second plan had failed. Even after surprise-porn, Peter’s still in the running. He’s still holding out. Almost a two days into November, and he is surviving, a surprise to everyone involved, and already, MJ’s running out of ideas. Well, good—plausible ideas. There are plenty of ways she’s sure she could compromise him. Take him to a strip-club maybe, but there’s not a doubt in her mind that he’d be able to pick up on what she was doing. There’s no way he’d fall for it.

Hiring an escort was definitely out of the question.

Theoretically, both of those could work. Were they good plans? No. Absolutely not.

He’s already turned down a previous hook-up. He broke his laptop out of the sheer panic that seeing porn brought him.

There doesn’t seem to be much more that she can do.

It’s not until the next day, as she’s walking the clothing section of Target with Felicia that she’s struck with an idea.

Felicia specifically striking her with said idea.

They’re in the middle of the sleepwear section, MJ mindlessly rifling through the fuzzy sock bin, when she nearly collides with the underwear display. She’s distracted for a moment, wondering if it’s too soon since she’s bought new underwear to justify taking advantage of the sale, when Felicia nudges her with her elbow.

“Peter’s really into pretty underwear,” she says as if they’re not in the middle of Target. As if there’s not a mom and two kids in the actual pajama section two displays over.

Michelle recoils slightly, startled. “What?”

“He’s like, really into it,” she says, taking a casual sip of her iced coffee, reaching over to pick up a particularly lacy number. “Just saying. Might be useful.”

For some reason, MJ feels a strange heat rise to her cheeks. “I’m not gonna put these on for him!”

Felicia smirks, holding a hand up in defense. “Who said anything about you wearing it? You can just… leave it lying around for him to find, or something.” She tilts her head to the side, both brows raising. “Jeez, MJ.”

“Oh…” Michelle says, though her face still burns. “Right.”

It’s not a bad idea. In fact, it’s pretty good. If Peter’s as into fancy underwear as Felicia says he is, then maybe leaving them around like some kind of weird scavenger hunt is the best plan. She doesn’t buy much, picking a pair of relatively cheap lace and polyester. She could use her own underwear for this, but… that would be weird right?

(As if this isn’t weird enough already.)

And besides, the ones she’s buying are a little more extra in that department. They aren’t meant to be worn for long, not from comfort.

They’re perfect.

She feels like some kind of underwear fairy, planting them somewhere in the apartment, making sure they’re hidden, yet visible in a place that Peter frequents; it sticks up between the couch cushions, not subtle in the slightest. The second Peter’s butt hits that couch, he’ll see them. There’s no other way around it.

It becomes another waiting game as she sits in the living chair, knees curled into her chest as she pretends to read quietly. It’s pretend because she can’t focus long enough on any single letter to let her brain absorb anything on the pages. Finally, the front door opens. Peter greets her with a cheery smile, making immediately for the kitchen.

Good. Yes. He gets his after class snack. Important.

Just as she’d planned.

He emerges not two minutes later, bag of cheese crackers in hand as he launches himself over the back of the couch. “‘Sup?” he asks after shoving a mouthful of Cheez-its into his face.

Michelle wrinkles her nose, her eyes unconsciously darting between the guy on the couch and the panties peeking out from the cushions. “Reading,” she offers, brandishing the very unread book.

Peter nods, tearing his gaze from hers after a beat and reaching for the remote. When he sits back, his hand brushes the cheap lace and he pauses, curious as he looks down to see what he touched.

All of this while MJ desperately pretends not to notice.

When he picks the pair up though, his brows pinch together, at first unsure as to what he’s actually looking at. “Uh…”

At that, MJ looks up, seeing right as the realization sets in.

Of course, she plays dumb—by staying silent.

Peter quickly looks to her, eyes wide as if he’s seen a ghost. “It’s—it’s not—these aren’t—” His lips press together as he forces a breath through his nose. “I—Oh god—”

And then, for a split-second, she feels the slightest bit guilty. Is this actually a good plan or is she just tricking him into getting a boner over cheap department store undies? That, and is she technically lying to him by not claiming the offending undergarments? By making him freak out over nothing?

He seems to be having some sort of existential crisis, wondering if these really are from some recent hook-up and the psychological effect of not nutting in three days has caused him to forget.

This was a terrible idea.

She has to put him out of his misery.

“Oh, shit. Those—” Her laugh is breathy, short. “—Those are mine.”

And instantly, Peter drops the thong, as if his hands had been burned. “Oh!” he coughs, his gaze straining as if he’s trying to keep his eyes on her face. “S—Sorry.” He swallows.

“Yeah.” Rising on legs that are shaky—from sitting so oddly in the chair for so long—she goes to snatch up the baby pink lace, clutching it behind her back before Peter can get another look. “Sorry. Must’ve forgot. Uh, when I did… Laundry.”

Peter nods, breathing out a chuckle. “Yeah. Yeah. S’fine.” He waves her off, scratching the back of his neck.

But even after that, Peter still seems off. For some reason, he still doesn’t seem to be able to look at her for more than a split-second. He doesn’t say anything else, sitting in silence, his cheese crackers long forgotten on the coffee table.

Michelle wonders if she should say something else. Break the tension. It’s awkward, obviously, because he feels weird about touching his friend’s underwear. Anyone would, really. He touched something that theoretically would be on her body; something that normally, he thinks is really sexy, or whatever.

After another minute of some good old soul-crushing silence, Peter stands, excusing himself to his room without another word.

Huh. Weird.

It’s the movie night that finally gives her that clarity she’s been looking for; that moment where everything clicks into place, and she can finally see how she’s going to win this.

Ned’s out with Betty, leaving her and Peter alone not for the first time.

She and Peter are sitting on the couch together, her head resting on his shoulder—because that’s what friends do, obviously—the two of them sharing a gray fuzzy blanket. This is a normal occurrence. They’re close enough in their friendship that some occasional cuddling isn’t too weird. Especially given how chilly it’s been lately. And, it’s comfy. Just some nice head-to-shoulder contact.

But later in the movie, when MJ starts to get dangerously sleepy, feeling herself drooping further and further, unable to completely pull herself back to reality. Things are fuzzy, almost dreamlike, as she just pulls herself up from his shoulder, giving up entirely on watching the movie and just grumpily laying down right on his lap, his thigh her make-shift pillow.

This isn’t weird.

It’s normal.

She’s sleepy.

And Peter’s a surprisingly comfy pillow.

Peter doesn’t even have time to ask what she’s doing before she’s just nestling further into his lap. She misses the pure dread and panic that flashes across his face when her head lines up with his head. There’s no safety here. Just a few wrong movements, and she’ll definitely know what’s up. She’ll be an unwitting tourist to Boner City, population: one.

Peter has to do something. He can’t let this continue. Having his best friends head just straight up on his crotch is not helpful in the slightest.

“MJ,” he gently nudges her, grimacing slightly when she just burrows further into him.

He nudges her again, and she grumbles, finally opening her eyes and looking up at him. She puts a hand on his thigh to steady herself.

Peter swallows.

“What?” She asks, not opening her eyes.

“I uh—” Peter can’t seem to speak, trying desperately to come up with some excuse as to why he has to get the fuck out of there. “—I gotta pee.”

She cracks an eye open skeptically. “But I’m comfy,” she emphasizes her point by—once again—snuggling her face into his lap.

Peter’s about to lose his damn mind.

In MJ’s defense, this had started with the best intentions. She truly was just wanting to lay down and sleep on her friends lap—again, a perfectly normal thing—but now… even through the haze of sleep, she’s seeing how much this is effecting him.

It hadn’t occurred to her until now, that she could be the one that makes him “crack.” They’re just friends. Sure, she thinks he’s attractive, and yeah, maybe she’s had the one or two or three sexy dreams about him before (even some soft, fluffy ones), but that doesn’t mean she thinks about him in that way.

He's just Peter.

Sweet, adorable, kinda hot Peter.

Again, she doesn't think about him that way.

But she supposes it makes sense. Really, she should have known before putting her head on his crotch that he might get a little flustered from the proximity, that it might remind him of certain things. It's just the body's physiological reaction to a stimulus; the stimulus being her head. It's simple science.

So then, it would also only make sense for her to take advantage of that physiological response she's able to get out of him. Maybe not right at this second, given she's been a little blindsided by this whole thing. But maybe now she can rethink her gameplan. Now she has access to tools she didn't know she had access to before.

Her own sensuality.

She can certainly use that.

And it's not as if she'll do anything too out there. Just... make him feel the heat—the pressure—just a little bit. Make him sweat.

Felicia's of course delighted by this development, giving her full support in "seducing Parker into busting a nut."

(Her words, not MJ's.)

She'd also said something about how it's about time, but that'd been promptly ignored—mainly because MJ didn't know what the hell Felicia was talking about.

The problem is now, though, Michelle's not exactly sure where to start. After Peter had made a dead sprint to the bathroom the night before, he's been a little more, shall we say, cautious, around her. He bounces on his feet, trying desperately to appear casual, acting as if nothing was weird about their movie night.

She only has three days left in the week, so she has to think.

And fast.

Peter's not sure if MJ's up to something, but he can't help but feel as though she's acting... strange. First, the underwear thing, which made him feel all kinds of flustered and weird, and then her head being dangerously close to his dick. It's a lot. She can't possibly know about this No Nut thing, right? She wasn't there, and Ned wouldn't have told her... right?

Still, he tries to avoid her as much as he can, ready to fly away the second she's in the same room as him.

Truthfully, he's always had maybe the tiniest crush on his best friend. It's faded in and out over the years, especially in their college years. But it's always been there, even if just the ghost of one. And now, he's starting to see maybe how bad of an idea this was in the first place—No Nut November. His roommate is literally probably the prettiest person in the world and he's being constantly reminded of the one thing he definitely should not be thinking about under any circumstances if he wants to win. It's a disaster that should have never happened in the first place. This could have been prevented, he thinks.

He's not sure how he didn't think about that when he'd agreed to do this.

He just knows that he has to do something, though he's not sure what.

But any and all ideas of how to protect himself instantly leave his mind, crashing his brain, when he comes back to the apartment the next day to find it sweltering. He looks at the thermostat, thoroughly confused to find the heater set to eighty. He peels off his jacket, recoiling when the humid air sticks to his skin. It's hot. Too hot. Even for early November. It's not that cold outside.

He's about to call out for his roommates when MJ emerges from her room, and he feels like he has to pick his jaw up from the floor.

Her shorts are too short for it being fall. They show too much of her legs for his eyes to not be immediately drawn to them. Her white tank top is tight against her skin, hugging her form in a way that almost makes him jealous. And then, it's almost too much, too dangerous, when he can very clearly tell that she's apparently decided to forgo a bra for the evening.

"Oh, hey Pete!" She says, as if she's not looking like that.

"Hey—hey. Em..." He clears his throat.

Dear God. It's been less than a week. Hold it together.

"Is it..." Peter swallows. "Is it hot in here? The—the heat? Is it—is it on?"

MJ's eyes widen a fraction.

"Oh, yeah. It is," she replies casually. "Is that okay? I was just a little cold."

"So you turn it up to—" Peter stops, craning his neck to look at the thermostat on the wall. "—eighty-two?"

She glances left and right, as if there's nothing wrong with that temperature whatsoever. "Yeah," she says with a nonchalant shrug, her lips tugging into a frown. After a beat, she lets out a faint snort, apparently finding something particularly funny, before turning to the fridge. She opens the freezer, sighing as the cool air hits her face.

Peter doesn't realize he's staring as she reaches in, pulling out a box from the top shelf. When he sees what's in the box, he knows that his doom is near. It's bright, colorful. It's popsicles. He has to leave immediately if he knows what's good for him, if he has any sense of sanity left. She grabs a crinkling wrapper from inside the box, casually whipping it out. She holds one out to him.

"Want one?" She offers.

Peter can only shake his head, swallowing a near-silent, voice-cracking, "Nope."

And it's at this point, as she shuts the freezer door, as she starts peeling the wrapper off the way-too-phallic popsicle, that he knows he should run. It's not safe here.

But he's frozen in place, trying to burn his gaze into the intricacies of the granite countertops, tapping his fingers in an erratic rhythm.

He's an idiot, for sure, because he looks up at exactly the wrong time, right as she wraps her lips around the tip of the pop, her eyes meeting his for a fraction of a second.

How can it only be eighty-two in here?

Thankfully, he gains some sense, tearing himself away from the counter and going over to actually turn down the thermostat. "Is it okay if I—" He coughs. "—Turn this back down?"

"Sure." MJ doesn't stop him. She wets her lips, hiding her satisfied smirk by taking the popsicle deeper into her mouth.

But again, he makes the fatal mistake of looking at her again, because now... well, now she's just messing with him. She has to be.

No one eats a popsicle like that.

When he thinks it can't get worse, she has the fucking audacity to hum as she pushes it further into her mouth. "This is so good," she says, half-way a moan.

Who actually says that about a fucking popsicle?

It's evil, truly it is, because it makes him imagine her swirling her tongue around it inside her mouth, and suddenly, the tightness in his pants gets even more uncomfortable.

He hurries to somewhere else in the kitchen, pouring himself a nice glass of water. It's still too hot in here. MJ sidesteps him easily, still inappropriately eating—sucking off—her popsicle. And he nearly chokes, because as his eyes meet hers again, she takes the damn thing out of her mouth—he thinks he's safe, but oh no—she slips her tongue out, licking a long stripe up the base, swirling it around the tip before taking it into her mouth again.

"What?" She asks—she fucking asks—when he can't look away.

And unsurprisingly, Peter can't speak. Can't even get a single syllable out.

"Is my tongue red?" She asks, sticking said tongue out that was just seconds before all over the popsicle.

"I'm gonna go hop in the shower," Peter spits out, dropping his water in the sink and making a mad dash to the bathroom, not waiting for a response.

A shower is what he needs right now.

A nice, cold shower.

He needs to take a deep breath. Think of not sexy things. Things that don't make his life out to be a bad porno.

Then, he needs to leave. Hide in the forest. Live among the trees, away from temptation, until November is over. Only then can he be at peace.

That's it!

Trees. Nature. Forests. Cold. Snow. MJ in the snow. Kissing MJ in the snow—NO.

NO.

He slams the bathroom door, leaning back against it. He heaves out a shaky sigh, running a hand over his face in frustration. How he can possibly survive the rest of the month, he has no idea.

MJ has to be messing with him, right? There’s absolutely no way in hell she’s not doing this on purpose. And why? Why is she torturing him like this? What has Peter ever done in his life to deserve this torment? It isn’t fair.

No matter how desperately he wants to take care of the not-so-little problem in his jeans, he holds himself back, clenching every muscle in his body as he switches on a very cold shower. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will the image of Michelle—his best friend and roommate—eating a popsicle out of his mind. It has absolutely no right to be there.

And still, as Peter stands under the stream of freezing water, letting it run down his back and front as he holds himself up with one hand, he can’t help but think that the worst is yet to come. That somehow, someway, MJ would top simulating a blow job on an ice pop. He doesn’t know how she’d do it, but he knows it’s coming.

He must be ready.

Not to MJ’s surprise, Peter avoids her the rest of the day. He keeps his head down, not daring to even glance up at her as he walks past. Weirdly enough, this is a good sign. It confirms her hypothesis that her actions can have some sort of an effect on him. It helps her to know what to do next.

And, well…

She’d be lying if she said it weren’t at least a little bit thrilling.

There’s something deep inside her that finds all of this so interesting, so amusing. She wants to know how far she can go, how hard she can push before he cracks under the pressure. And the fact that it’s her that has all this power over him—it’s certainly a revelation.

But still, even if this is “fun,” she can be professional about this. She would never let it get “too far,” whatever that would be. No, the goal here isn’t to seduce her way into Peter’s pants, but to seduce him—innocently—enough that he just does it to himself.

Her next plan might be a little more unfair, a little more direct, and perhaps a little more daring than the last one.

And—she should add—much more difficult than she had anticipated.

For one, she just can’t seem to get the right angle, holding her phone above her body, making sure to get both the underside of her breasts—a tasteful amount of boob, thank you very much—and the same cheap, pretty pink undies she bought from Target. It’s awkward, tilting and twisting her phone, her thumb just barely reaching the shutter button. The first few shots aren’t anything to be particularly proud of. Too blurry, her arm cramping up from holding the camera up so long. This isn’t something she’s really done before, given she’s never seen the appeal. Why send pics when you could just, you know, show them the real thing?

But for some reason, it makes her heart climb into her throat, makes her face almost unbearably warm.

It’s when she changes her positioning on her bed, finding some nice light filtering in from the early evening sun. Golden hour has always proven to be exceptionally kind to her. She finds a decent pose, covering both breasts with her forearm, arching her back, making sure to get that perfect “booty tooch” that would make Tyra proud. She breathes out in an attempt to cool her heated nerves, parting her lips in a way that’s sure to incite some kind of reaction.

Click.

And then, she’s got the shot.

Okay, technically it’s not a nude, but there’s something about the idea of sending this picture to Peter of all people that gets her stomach twisting in knots.

And as her hand hovers over the send button, her heart hammers in her chest, hesitation holding her still. She takes her bottom lip in her teeth, beginning to wonder if this is the best idea. Her plan had been to send the picture, play it off as some kind of mistake, and hope that he goes to… take care of himself. Sure, it might get a reaction out of Peter—one big enough that causes him to give up this whole no nut thing—but it almost feels as if she’s crossing some kind of line.

Miming a blow job on a popsicle was one thing—one that she can’t decide if she’s proud of or not. That was just a performance. It wasn’t something she was doing to Peter. This—sending him a racy picture when he’s literally in the next room—is a direct interference.

Plus, there’s no telling what this would do to their friendship. It could ruin everything. Catastrophically.

Awkward would be an understatement.

She puts her phone face down on the mattress, avoiding the picture all together, before getting up and pulling on one of her comfy robes.

God, all of this was a terrible idea.

Wallowing in her own self-pity and regret, she flops back down onto the bed, grabbing her phone with the intention of deleting the picture once and for all. It’s still there in the text conversation, just waiting to be sent. She scoffs, shaking her head at herself, only for her heart to stop in her chest when—in her frazzled state—she hits “send” instead of that little “x.”

“SHIT.”

No no no no no NONONONONO.

She drops her phone immediately, wrapping her robe tighter around herself as she scrambles for her bedroom door, nearly tripping over her rug in the process.

Peter’s sitting on the couch, blissfully unaware, when his phone pings. And to Michelle’s utter horror, he picks it up.

“NO!” MJ shouts, jumping on top of him. It’s a futile attempt really, seeing as her best friend—she stupidly forgets—is an actual superhero.

Peter yelps as she pushes him down into the couch, tumbling onto the floor, holding his phone away from her grabby hands as she straddles his hips. “What the fuck—” And while he could push her off of him with a ridiculous amount of ease, he stills, becoming suddenly aware of their precarious position.

“Gimme your phone!” Her voice comes out in a half-plea, half-demand. All panic.

Peter still holds it away from her, his own brand of panic flashing across his features when his other hand naturally falls at her hip. He yanks it away, instead holding her back by the shoulder. “Why?”

It’s also then that he sees what she’s wearing—or rather, what she isn’t wearing.

And in his distraction, Michelle snatches his phone, instinctively throwing it across the room. She winces apologetically when he looks up at her, jaw dropped and brow wrinkled.

“What the hell, MJ—”

“—I’m sorry! I panicked!”

“Why?!”

“I—”

It’s then, as they both stare at each other in shock, that they both realize the position they’re in—but neither of them seem to be able to move away, frozen solid on the living room floor.

Peter can feel his heart beating relentlessly in his ears, his throat suddenly going dry when he notices how tightly Michelle’s thighs are holding him in place. Another problem starts to arise when he sees how her cotton robe is pooled around their aligned hips, his eyes catching the sliver of shiny pink underwear when one side falls back. “What—” He clears his throat, his voice coming out uncharacteristically breathy. “—What was on my… my phone?”

“Uh—” She presses her lips together. “A picture.”

Peter’s gaze drifts lower for a split second, dipping to the exposed dip in her chest, drawn to the rise and fall with each breath. “Of?”

“Me?”

“You?”

MJ breathes out a laugh, glancing down. “I, uh—accidentally sent… You a picture. Well—I meant to send it to you, not that like, it wasn’t for you, but I kinda decided not to send it… and then… I did. Accidentally.”

And even though he’s trying everything in his power to keep his eyes on her face, he can’t help the way they seem to travel lower and lower with each second. He’s confused at first, but then, it hits him, like a train, what exactly that picture was. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

The air crackles between them, static in their ears. Michelle finds her own gaze drifting lower, lingering on his parted lips, a warmth pooling in the pit of her stomach. She shifts slightly, her breath catching as she suddenly feels the hardness pressing into the inside of her thigh. Peter stares up at her, something in his eyes bringing her closer, inch by inch. The warmth and weight of both of his hands tentatively, slowly moving to her waist causes something to ignite within her, and in a split-second, her lips are on his.

Michelle’s surprised to find herself… well—surprised—at how this kiss doesn’t immediately turn into an all tongue-and-teeth, ripping-eachother’s-clothes-off kiss. It’s sweet. Slow and tender—as if the two of them are savoring it. Nothing like she’d expected Peter to be capable of. Nothing like how he’d painted himself to be from all of his hook-up stories.

And she’s not entirely sure who’s “fault” it is when it turns into more.

It could be the way she’s subtly grinding her hips against his, her body alight with the friction.

It could be how his tongue swipes over her bottom lip, innocently at first.

It could be her soft, breathy whines as one of his hands moves lower to cup her ass, pulling her closer, the new angle against his hardness bringing an indescribable feeling.

And then again, it could be her robe starting to fall off her shoulders—she’s not sure who starts that, but all of a sudden she’s feeling cool air on her skin.

She almost smiles into the kiss, thinking about how easily and quickly this “chaste” kiss had shifted.

And it’s immediately after that thought that she snaps out of it.

“Wait!” She says, pulling back and sitting up—but still staying in Peter’s lap. Before this can go any further, she has to tell him the truth. He has to be able to… back out of it.

Where this sudden sense of generosity’s come from, she has no idea.

He follows, sitting up with her, brows creasing, his expression a concoction of worry and panic. “Oh, fuck. I’m so sorry—”

“No!” She puts a hand on his shoulder after fixing her robe. Her thumb smooths over the fabric of his shirt. “No. It’s… fine. I just…” Surprisingly, she finds herself chuckling, unable to bite back her smile as he looks at her with concern.

“What is it, Em?”

It’s the nickname for her nickname that does it for her. Truly.

“You good?” He asks, wincing as she shifts in his lap again.

“Yeah, uh—” She coughs, trying unsuccessfully to hide the way her lips are twitching violently as she fights her smile. It takes her more than a few moments, the deep breaths she’s taking not doing all that much to help mask the humor in her tone. “—I know about No Nut November.”

At first, Peter’s confused, staring back at her with furrowed brows, his mouth in a cute little ‘o’. He tries to play dumb, maybe thinking that he can get away with one final attempt to save his pride—letting out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck, he shrugs. “Yeah, my new diet. Crazy, huh?”

She blinks, blankly staring at him. “Peter.” There’s some amusement there, especially as she pointedly glances down to their current position.

“What?” He asks dumbly.

“Ned told me.”

Peter curses, wincing. “Damn it, Ned.”

“Yeah…” In a strange, very unwelcome bout of insecurity, Michelle removes her hands from Peter’s shoulders, twiddling her fingers together in front of her. “I made him tell me… and I kinda… also made him let me in on the bet.”

His eyes nearly bug out of his head. “What?!”

“We kinda made our own bet that like… If you lasted less than a week, I would get all the money.”

“You didn’t think I’d last a week?” Peter almost takes offense at that, even if there’s merit to her prediction. “Damn, MJ…”

“I mean… I also wanted to win. So… I kinda tried—or I guess have been trying… to sabotage you?”

At that, his jaw drops. “No! Wait—You—What? I—” He stammers like that, his brain short-circuiting as she still watches from his lap. “That was—what? The porn? On my laptop?”

MJ nods, grimacing.

“The… underwear? Just in the couch?”

“Yeah…”

“And you were gonna…” He looks down at her, the cotton robe still just barely tied around her—the journey his eyes make also coinciding with his mouth going dry once again. “...That picture you took…?”

She nods again, looking down at her hands.

“Putting your head on my lap?!” He asks, as if he of all people is scandalized.

“That wasn’t part of the plan. That was kinda what helped me figure out that… I could just… do it myself.”

“Oh my God,” he puts a hand on his face. “The popsicle. The fucking popsicle.”

“That was probably my best work, honestly.”

“That was so cruel.”

And when he laughs, his eyes crinkling, she starts to see that maybe this will all be okay, and a sense of relief fills her chest. “Yeah, sorry. I also had Felicia help.”

“You put her up to that?!”

“Nah. She offered. I felt kinda weird about it—” She says the last part without realizing it, immediately shutting her mouth.

“That’s why I said no,” Peter replies.

It’s Michelle’s turn to be surprised. “What? Really? I thought it was just ‘cause you were so dedicated to this whole no nut thing.”

“I mean, yeah, I was but—” He laughs, reaching a hand up to smooth the curls at the base of his neck. “—I just… felt weird about it. With you guys being friends and all.”

The way MJ’s heart flutters is strange, but not entirely unwelcome. “Why would that be weird?”

“Why did you think it’d be weird?” He throws back, his lips twisting into a curious grin.

And not for the first time when talking to Peter, Michelle feels all knowledge of the English language leave her body. It’s strange, how much confidence she can have while literally dry-humping him on the living room floor, but how scared she can be trying to explain something about how she feels.

She only shrugs.

A beat passes, and still, Michelle can’t bring herself to move.

“So…” Peter draws out after another moment. “All that—” he clears his throat. “—stuff… that was just to win that bet?”

“Well, I mean—yeah?” The look of hurt on his face makes her heart lurch in her chest. She’s quick to correct herself. “But—I… I think maybe that could be a good thing.”

His brows raise in careful curiosity, though he still seems apprehensive. “A good thing?” He asks slowly.

Michelle nods, swallowing. “Uh—Yeah. ‘Cause… If I hadn’t then I wouldn’t have figured out that—um… I might—” It’s weird, how frustrating it is that she can’t seem to find the words she wants to say, that her brain seems to have completely abandoned her in her greatest, most dire time of need. And this shouldn’t be this hard. She’s an adult. She’s in her third year of college.

Confessing the feelings that you’ve just realized you have for your best friend since high school should be easy right?

Right?

And she’s only just figured this out. In the last five seconds. That all these years of weird feelings, long glances, warm faces has actually lead to something, they’ve actually meant something other than a weird stomach bug or whatever.

All it took was attempted sabotage during No Nut November for her to realize that.

The power it has.

“MJ?”

His voice grabs her attention; the caution in his tone snapping her gaze to his. And for a moment, she just looks at him, mouth hanging open as she tries to say something, anything. But still, she can’t.

So, she does the next best thing.

She kisses him—again—trying her best to put all of the words she can’t seem to figure out into it. And although he kisses her back—easily—he doesn’t seem to understand what she means, because he pulls away not ten seconds later.

“Listen—MJ—” Peter stammers, running a jittery hand through his hair as he breathes out a huff of laughter. “—I don’t think I can do—” He gestures between the two of them. “—This… if it’s just… casual.”

So, he really didn’t get it, and now, she’s feeling the impatience creeping up her neck.

“I really like you, MJ,” he confesses, and for a moment, she’s not sure if she heard him right, or if she heard him speak at all. Her brain must be playing some nasty, cold-hearted trick on her, because Peter—perpetually single and ready to mingle Peter—just said that he liked her.

God, she feels like she’s a teenager again. It feels so high school, the amount of butterflies in her stomach hearing him say that.

Even more so when she finds herself responding automatically, “I really like you, too.”

“Cool,” he says lamely, his breathless chuckle making her heart flutter in her chest.

He doesn’t waste another second before he tugs her back to him, capturing her lips to his, one of his hands moving to cup the underside of her jaw. She tilts her head, letting out a gentle sigh as he deepens the kiss. His tongue brushes against her lips before slipping into her mouth. The weight of his other hand on her waist is comforting in a way, heavy and solid as he holds her in place.

Truly, she hadn’t expected any of her plans from earlier in the week to come to this.

Instinctively, her hand snakes down to his hips, sliding underneath the hem of his t-shirt and dragging across his stomach, smiling into the kiss as his muscles twitch underneath her touch. It’s then, as her hand dips even lower, palming him over his sweats that he seems to snap out of whatever trance she put him in.

He grabs her wrist—gently, of course—pulling it away and breaking the kiss.

His chest is heaving with each breath, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in an apologetic smile. “I—I can’t—the… the bet.”

And it dawns on Michelle then, that she’s been cockblocked by No Nut November.

Even though she tries to appear understanding, he must be able to see the disappointment in the twist of her lips, the way she nods quietly.

“But—” He starts, pressing his mouth together into a thin line. He nudges her, pointing his finger as he’s hit with a revelation, talking slowly. “—You’re not… doing… No Nut November…”

MJ lets out a surprised laugh, shifting in his lap as her face warms even more. A beat passes as she stares at him, giving him a chance to take it back. “Are you sure?” She finally asks.

Peter nods quickly, insistently. He’s got this. Clearly. “Oh. Yeah. Definitely. I’ll be fine.”

Yeah, she’s not sure how much of that she actually believes.

Probably none of it.

But, that doesn’t mean she’s turning down the offer.

“Okay…” She trails off, unable to bite back her grin at the brief self-doubt that flashes across his features. “What do you—what do you wanna do?” She asks, her face burning, suddenly finding herself the slightest bit tongue tied. It takes everything in her to at least look calm and not like she’s about a half-second away from just jumping his bones.

Or, one in particular.

Peter clears his throat, the tips of his ears turning an adorable shade of red. “Uh—” He huffs out a laugh. “I mean… Whatever you’re comfortable with? I’m cool with whatever you want.”

He’s cool. Okay. Yeah.

She shifts her weight again, biting back a smirk when he inhales sharply as she brushes against the hardness in his gray sweats. “Sorry.” Feeling merciful, Michelle climbs off of his lap, sitting back against the couch, curling her legs underneath her. “Any ideas?”

Though, Peter can’t seem to tell if he’s happy with this new development or not—as hard as it was having her sitting on him. “Um—” And his expression tells her that he does have one. “I could…” He coughs again. “I could go down on you?”

It’s funny, how casually he says it, like he’s offering to give her a ride to the airport, or something. But it still makes her ears ring.

“Yeah,” she says, nodding slowly. She swallows. “That sounds—that sounds good.”

“We should probably—” He gestures to his bedroom door, huffing out a laugh. “—not do this out here.”

“Probably,” she snorts.

The speed at which he scrambles to stand and runs to his bedroom, compared to her somewhat-leisurely pace, makes her let out the most undignified laugh.

A silence falls between them as he shuts the door, the click echoing. MJ takes a moment to glance around his room—literally a single moment, because in the next he’s wrapping his arm around her waist, yanking her to him and crashing his lips to hers. His hands are greedy, twisting handfuls of the soft fabric of her robe, finding purchase on her ass and grinding her against his hardness.

MJ revels in the groan he lets out as she melts into him, her hands winding themselves in his soft curls, twisting and tugging ever so slightly.

He guides her to the bed, pausing to gently lay her back on the mattress before crawling over her, his mouth finding itself on the underside of her jaw, his lips and tongue dragging along the column of her throat. With one hand, he prises her legs apart, happily settling between them while his other fumbles with the tie of her robe.

His eyes meet hers first, silently asking for permission, before pulling the thick string back. His eyes darken as Michelle helps him slip the robe back, leaving her almost completely bare underneath him. He unconsciously wets his lips as his eyes hungrily rake over the expanse of her body—he feels as if the only accurate description for how he feels at this moment being a deer caught in really well-defined headlights.

She thinks for a moment that he’s just going to do this—stare at her—instead of, well, what he said he’d do.

But he doesn’t seem to have that kind of patience. He lurches forward, his mouth hot on her neck, trailing open-mouthed, wet kisses down to her collarbone, her sternum, the swell of her right breast.

She bites back a gasp as he takes her nipple into his mouth, her back arching off the bed as his tongue swirls around it, palming the other with his hand. It’s a sight to see for sure, Peter’s head on her chest, his curls tickling her skin.

His trail continues, back to the dip in her chest, lower and lower, his kisses hot on her stomach, down to her hips, the lace trim of her thong.

Peter sits back on his heels, breathless as he looks down at her. “Fuck—” He curses, drawn to the damp patch in the middle of the soft faux-satin, how it clings to her.

He doesn’t give it another second, hooking his thumbs around the lace and roughly pulling them off of her legs.

He’s diving his head down in the next instant, his lips leaving scorching kisses on the inside of her thighs. He thinks that he can maybe tease her, trying to slow his pace as he gets closer and closer to where she wants him to be.

(Okay, it’s where he wants to be, too.)

He pulls back a little, trying not to smile too much at the disappointed edge in her shuddering sigh. As much as his mouth waters with her so close to him, he controls himself. Kind of. To a degree. He takes a finger, experimentally teasing her entrance, his sweats—somehow—tightening at Michelle’s quiet gasp as he touches her. There, he collects her wetness, coating his finger in her arousal, swirling it over her cunt, around her clit. And he sits there, marveling at how impossibly wet she is already.

Though, it’s not long, probably less than a minute, before his impatience kicks in again.

He thinks he might actually die if he doesn’t eat her out.

Dramatic? Maybe.

Valid?

Who’s to say?

But he can’t help himself, and any thought about slowing down is thrown out the window as he licks a long stripe up her center, his eyes rolling back as he tastes her. He dives right back in, his tongue circling her entrance, lapping her up.

And Michelle can’t help but notice how at home he looks between her legs, how in his element he is as he moves to start sucking on her clit, flicking it back and forth with his tongue as he teases her with two fingers.

His eyes meet hers and she wonders how on earth she’s going to survive this, especially when those two fingers push into her, curling as he pumps them in and out.

“Shit—Peter!” She cries, her back fully lifting off the mattress as he picks up his pace, moaning against her.

Clearly he’s enjoying this, too.

A choked gasp slips from her lips when he slows suddenly, his eyes locking with hers again before picking back up even harder and faster than before. She reaches down, tangling her hand in his messy curls, holding him in just that right spot. Her thighs try to close on him, trapping him in as the coil in her tightens, but his free hand grips her, holding her in place. And she can’t fight the way her hips buck against him as she begins to grind herself against his face.

It builds and builds, teetering just on that beautiful edge, when Peter adds a third finger—and then, she’s seeing stars, her brain going fuzzy as all of her muscles tense, electricity shooting from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She comes with a strangled moan, panting as her body’s overcome with pleasure.

Peter’s movements slow, and he pulls off of her sensitive clit, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm, before taking each finger into his mouth, sucking them clean.

MJ sits up on her elbows, her chest heaving with each breath as she watches him—and at that moment, her eyes drawn to the hard line in his sweats, she curses No Nut November again, because honestly, she’s never wanted him to fuck her more, never been so angry at a single month.

He seems to be in the same fire, his expression wrought with the inner turmoil he feels. His eyes screw shut, and he pinches the bridge of his nose, trying desperately to ignore how painfully hard he is, how he can feel his dick pulsing already, and how stupidly hot and beautiful MJ is.

His decision’s made before he opens his eyes.

Michelle lets out a surprised yelp as he leaps on top of her, his mouth on hers before she can start laughing. Somehow, his hands are greedier as they explore her body, squeezing and kneading her breasts, her waist, her hips, down to her ass.

None of that’s to say that she’s complaining, though. Peter just ate her out like it was his full-time job, like he was stopping crime as Spider-Man. As far as she’s concerned, he can do whatever he wants right now.

It’s when he starts to take his sweats—and boxers—off that she gets confused, if not a little too hopeful.

“What about the bet?” She asks breathlessly when he pulls back.

He holds her gaze, his lips curving into a sly grin. “Fuck the bet.”

If there’s a god, Michelle wants to thank her right now.

Peter’s hands grip her thighs, his fingers digging into her skin as he wraps them around his waist. He takes his dick in his hand, pumping a few times, swiping it down her center, tapping her clit, before Michelle suddenly remembers to use their one collective brain cell.

“Wait—” she gasps. “Condom.”

Peter curses under his breath, hanging his head for a moment, biting his lip. “Yeah. Yeah. You’re right.”

If she thought he was fast running to the bedroom, watching him scramble through his bedside drawers looking for a rubber is something else. A giggle—a fucking giggle—bubbles up out of her at his relief when he finds one.

He rolls it on quickly, expertly, days of No Nut November clearly not slowing him down.

He’s back on her in the next second, eager as he gathers her arousal and coating himself with it.

They both let out a string of curses as he pushes into her—finally. Peter screws his eyes shut, taking a shuddering breath as he feels how warm and snug she is around him, almost unable to believe how well she fits him. MJ grips his shoulder, face burning as he gives her a moment to adjust, a moment to take all of him in.

When he starts to move, they both wonder again why they hadn’t been doing this in the first place.

As with everything else, Peter doesn’t waste their time. Even though he revels in how fucking amazing she feels around him, how he can’t even remember the last time this felt so good, so right, he picks up a steady pace, fucking into her like it’s the last chance he’ll get. He hikes her leg higher on his waist, the new, deeper angle causing Michelle to arch her back, a wet moan ripping through her.

“Peter—” She chants his name over and over, unable to say anything else as his hips snap into hers. “Fuck—”

“God, MJ, you’re so fucking good,” his voice is almost a growl, lower and more desperate than he’s ever sounded. “Taking me so well.”

Michelle should’ve guessed he was one for dirty talk, though she can’t say she’s surprised.

Or that she minds.

Peter bites back a groan, stilling momentarily as she clenches around him, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He’s already so close, teetering just on the edge, but he’s filled with a sense of determination at the sting of her nails digging into his shoulders.

His hand trails down her stomach, his thumb pressing her clit, scrubbing furiously as he pumps in and out of her. She squeezes him again, head thrown back, slack-jawed as he tilts her hips even further, the new angle causing a string of curses to spill from her lips. Her muscles spasm around him as she comes for a second time, her eyes screwed shut as she clings to him for dear life. His own orgasm crashes over him, and he moans loudly into her skin, holding her to him , fingers digging into her hips as he comes undone.

It’s something MJ can’t help but want to see again. And again.

He flops down on top of her, his head on her chest as he struggles to catch his breath.

Her hand comes to smooth down his curls at the nape of his neck, and she smiles as he shifts his head to look up at her.

“God, fuck No Nut November,” He breathes into her skin.

A light laugh bubbles up out of her.

He lets out a heavy sigh. “What day is it?” He asks.

“November fifth.”

He groans, squeezing his eyes shut. “Damn.” He pulls out of her, standing up to throw the condom away, almost missing the bin in the corner of the room.

“You made it longer than I thought you would,” Michelle laughs.

Peter flops down next to her, his eyes narrowed, though there’s still a smile on his face. “What?”

“Well, yeah. I bet Ned that you wouldn’t last a week,” she replies, patting him on the chest as she gets up, disappearing into the bathroom.

Peter’s eyes widen before he covers them with his hands. “Oh. Shit. Ned.”

He’s still there when she comes back; still naked, too.

“Ned, doesn’t have to know,” MJ says, falling back into the bed with him.

Peter peeks out from underneath his arm. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. We can like, pretend you’re still doing it.”

There’s a crooked grin on Peter’s face as he stares at her—a look that makes her insides gooey and heart fuzzy.

And she hates how much she doesn’t hate it.

“And when Betty inevitably breaks Ned,” she shrugs. “We can split the money.”

He shakes his head, amazed and somewhat scandalized. “MJ, you’re a genius.”

Again, she shrugs.

“So, we can keep doing—” He gestures between them, brows raised. “—And let Ned lose. The money’s ours.”

“Right.”

He lamely sticks his hand out, offering for her to shake on it.

“Deal?” He asks.

She kisses him. “Deal.”

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When your soulmate loses something it gets sent to you and vice versa. For almost 400 years Magnus thought he would never have a soulmate until one day a pacifier shows up in his loft.

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Who Are You Really?

Magnus stares at the pacifier in his hand. He doesn’t recall anyone bringing a baby to his loft recently. He doesn’t take in as many clients due to his position as High Warlock. He’s pretty sure he would remember a baby being in his home.

Thinking nothing of it, he sets it down on the side table in his living room and goes back to work. The Circle may be disbanding and shadowhunters are getting arrested, but there are still attacks happening in New York and the Institute has asked for his help in tracking the remaining Circle members.

Magnus snorts at his own phrasing. The Institute more so demanded that he help them. He of course made sure to set his price high for what he expected in return. The new Heads weren’t going to make him bend the knee to their every request. He was going to make life extremely difficult for the Lightwoods. They may have been forgiven by the Clave, but Magnus will never forget what they did.

Without looking up from his cauldron, he reaches for an ingredient on his shelf, and instead of touching the vial he knows is there, a soft fabric brushes his hands. He whips his head up from the cauldron and stares at the blanket draped over the shelf. Not just any blanket, a child’s blanket- no an infant’s blanket.

Magnus stares at the cloth for so long that his brewing potion is now ruined. He doesn’t care though, not when there’s something more important to focus on. With a shaky breath and hand, he grasps the blanket. It’s so incredibly soft in his hands, the fabric is perfectly suitable for a baby. Not just any baby though Magnus realizes, his soulmate’s. His soulmate must have just turned two, when most soulmates start to receive their partner’s lost items.

A sob escapes his lips and he presses the blanket to his face.

Four hundred years, it took four hundred years for his soulmate to be born. Magnus had lost hope such a long time ago of ever getting one. Each year that passed with nothing showing up around had him made him lose hope. And after everything Camile did to him, the manipulation, the gaslighting, stealing his items, and pretending that they were soulmates, Magnus swore to never open his heart again.

Now here is this pacifier and blanket in his loft, letting him know that love will not be lost to him. That there is someone out there that is made for him. He scrunches his face at that thought. His soulmate is a baby, he shouldn’t be thinking like that, not yet. He still has many years to go, but Magnus will gladly wait as long as it takes to meet them.

“Oh god my soulmate is a baby and I’m a warlock,” he says out loud to no one. He glances in horror at the state of his apothecary. Everything is everywhere, the minute he forgets one thing it’s going to teleport to a baby.

Potion forgotten, Magnus starts to clean his apothecary with precision, making sure that everything is labeled and in a proper place that is easy to find. The last thing he needs is to kill a baby, let alone his soulmate.

“You better not die because of me,” he demands, glaring at the pacifier and blanket now resting in a case in his bedroom.

The first six years are filled with anxiety on Magnus’ end. His friends made fun of him at first, thinking he had finally gone mad. When he showed them the items, they rightly shut up and even occasionally helped him if he was looking for something for a potion. None of them wanting to be responsible for the death of his soulmate. This is the happiest they have seen him in a long time, if it means portaling at ungodly hours of the night to help him find something before it disappears then so be it.

Magnus did have fun “accidentally” losing toys for his soulmate to have and play with. He has no idea if his soulmate actually uses anything that he finds, he hopes that he does. While Magnus is sure that his soulmate’s parents spoiled their child to no end, Magnus was never one to not spoil someone important to him.

Somehow Magnus knew that the exciting thrill was never going to last. His soulmate would be eight now. He glances at the calendar on the wall, a big red circle around September 12th. Magnus had made sure to mark the date after he got a hold of his emotions all those years ago.

He’s debating on what to send an eight year old child on their birthday. He’s been good about getting gender neutral toys for his soulmate, not knowing if they are a boy or girl. He’s going through a catalog on his phone when he spots a piece of paper on the coffee table. It's flipped upside down but Magnus can see some dark ink on the other side of the paper.

His soulmate must be doodling or drawing and forgotten something they made for their birthday. Magnus reaches out and grabs the paper flipping it over to inspect the drawing.

The paper bursts into flames by his magic.

No that- that can’t be right. Magnus just saw the paper wrong, he must have. There’s no possible way that was what he thought it was. He gets a second chance to see when another paper appears on his coffee table. He feels himself starting to fall apart as he reaches for the sheet and flips it over. He recognizes the marking anywhere.

Iratze

The paper once again catches fire from his barely contained magic. Magnus feels his throat tighten and his breath getting shorter. Shadowhunter. His soulmate is a shadowhunter, his mind provides. He feels like the universe is playing a cruel joke on him. Of all the people living on this earth, his soulmate had to be of the people who have hunted and killed his kind for hundreds of years.

Magnus barks out a wet laugh, immediately summoning a drink from his cart and downing it in one go. The glass is already refilled as he watches more papers appear on the table, more runes scribble on them. He doesn’t know how many times he refills his glass, but he got the desired effect he wanted: numbness.

He doesn’t know how long he’s stared at those papers, drinking his pain away. He can barely sit up at this point with the alcohol flowing through his system. He can’t remember the last time he got this drunk. He’s been better since Camille, not wanting to go that far again. He hears the door to his loft open. Was he expecting guests? He doesn’t remember, doesn’t care. The intruder could rob him for all he cared.

“Well you look awfully dreadful,” a familiar British voice says. “Is this why you’ve been ignoring my calls and I had to take the long way in?”

“Ragnor,” Magnus slurs, he tilts his head towards his friend. The small movement makes him nauseous, it takes everything in not to immediately stumble to the bathroom to throw up.

“What is it this time?” His friend sighs dramatically. Ragnor glances around the room, glaring at something out of his field of view. “Obviously something has upset you enough to drink almost your entire cart. Did Camille try and reach out to you?”

“No,” he says too quietly. He can already feel the emotions he’s tried to lock down start to bubble up. He doesn’t want to cry in front of Ragnor, his friend doesn’t need to worry about him. The man always has more important things to deal with than him. Still, his arm has a mind of its own and points to the coffee table.

“What, you were studying runes and decided that getting drunk would be easier?” Oh, he truly loves Ragnor, the old fool knows how to make him laugh even at his lowest of lows.

“Not mine,” he manages to get out before tears start to fall.

“Oh, old friend,” Ragnor whispers. He’s happy that he doesn’t have to explain more, his friend understanding what the papers mean.

The couch dips beside him and an arm wraps around his shoulders. Magnus doesn’t even try to resist, he’s just so tired. He rests his head on Ragnor’s shoulder and cries. Damn the universe for dealing him this deck of cards.

As his soulmate grows older, the less stuff they seem to misplace. Magnus would find it strange that he’s practically getting nothing, but at this point, he doesn’t care what the shadowhunter does with their life.

He does, though, care about the number of arrows he’s been finding in his loft.

Magnus glares at the vase he designated for arrow disposal and sees that it’s full. He has five more wrapped in a cloth in his hands. With a sigh he snaps his fingers and summons another vase, tossing them in. He doesn’t know why he’s keeping them, there’s really no point except to dump them at the Shadowhunter’s feet when they meet. Maybe even throw a few at them, he considers.

There’s nothing on them so he figures that the shadowhunter is training. Though Magnus almost shudders at the thought that a child is already practicing how to use a weapon. His soulmate is only ten years old, surely Nephilim society would wait until their children are at least thirteen before making them train for hunting.

“Stupid Nephilim, not keeping track of his arrows,” Magnus grumbles. “That’s almost thirty arrows in the past two months! I would like to think that a shadowhunter would at least know how to put arrows away after training and not leave them everywhere.”

“Do go easy on them, Magnus,” Ragnor snorts from the other room. “It’s not like they had a choice in what family and life they were born into.”

“They still have the option to run away,” he grumbles, knowing he’s being irrational.

“Surely you don’t want them to be homeless at ten years old?” Ragnor says, entering the room with two cocktails, handing one off to Magnus before plopping down on a chair.

“Maybe,” Magnus whispers, he looks over at his friend and sees the raised brow. He rolls his eyes, “Okay I don’t, not really.”

Magnus knows he’s being unkind to his soulmate. But after everything in recent years with the Uprising and the Circle, it’s hard not to associate all shadowhunters into the same category especially when so many members of the Circle turned tail and came crawling back to the Clave. And the Clave willingly brought them back into their ranks with a slap on the wrist. Magnus rolls his eyes at the thought of Robert and Maryse Lightwood being allowed to look over the New York Institute as their punishment. Those two should have been put behind bars for all that they did for the Circle.

“Don’t you think you are being a bit dramatic?” Ragnor asks as Magnus takes the seat across from him.

“Me? Dramatic? Hardly, my dear Cabbage,” he says dramatically, hand on his heart.

“Right,” Ragnor snorts. “Just a gentle reminder that you are getting upset at a child for being born into a life he had no power over just like you with Asmo-”

“Don’t,” Magnus snaps, his glamor flickering for a moment. “Don’t ever compare my upbringing to that of a shadowhunter.”

Ragnor doesn’t say anything else which he kinda feels bad about. His friend also knows better than to talk about his father in such a casual way. The two fall into a tense silence as they go through the books scattered on the table. He sighs, glancing over at the two vases of arrows that he’s put in his library. Ragnor is probably right, but he’s not going to tell that to the old fool’s face.

Magnus will apologize later, right now he wants to focus on the spell they’re working on and not about the shadowhunter.

The day they do meet is not by fate, no, more so Clarissa Fairchild, who Magnus had almost forgotten about. It’s been a couple of years since her mother brought the frightened child to his doorsteps to wipe her memories. Seems the girl has fallen into shadowhunter hands after her mother goes missing. He wouldn’t put it past the rogue Circle members that were in his club a few nights ago to be the reason.

As he examines the ruby necklace, a memento of another time in his life, a shout echoes across the basement and something whistles past his ear. Turning around he sees a Circle member fall to the ground dead with an arrow to the heart.

Magnus feels his own heart stop as he turns to watch the archer descend the staircase and make his way to the corpse, to search for life. Magnus feels his skin turn warm and start to tingle, like a lego piece snapping into place. A whisper of a no slips past his lips. The shadowhunter must feel the same as he stands from checking the body he stands straight. Hazel meets brown as the man, the shadowhunter, stares at him in shock.

It’s him.

Magnus doesn’t wait for the man to reach him. He summons a portal, ignoring Clary’s cry to wait, and steps back into his loft. His breathing is erratic and it feels like his heart is about to explode.

His soulmate is here, in New York. What is Magnus going to do? He can’t leave his post as High Warlock, not with Circle members making a reappearance. His people need him to protect them. Over the blood pulsing in his ears, he hears a cry, immediately snapping him out of his thoughts. Reaching out with his magic he feels that his hideout has been infiltrated. Dammit, he shouldn’t have left this place for that girl.

Magnus can worry about the ache in his chest later, his people need his help.

He doesn’t even wait for the Circle members to notice him, magic blasts out of his hands attacking any person who dares to enter this safe haven. When he finds out who leaked the location, he’s going to ban them from New York. He doesn’t have use for someone who would rat out his own people.

“Your magic is strong, warlock,” the Circle member taunts. “Much stronger than that horned warlock I killed this morning.”

“Elias,” he says solemnly. He throws a ball of fire at the man who easily dodges it. They circle around each other, the man’s grin never leaving.

“So that was his name, lucky he sold you out before I took his warlock mark,” the man laughs.

Magnus knows he shouldn’t let his anger get the best of him, but he still finds himself lashing out at the Circle member, trying to disarm him. The man's grin turns even more sinister and something in his stomach tightens.

“Cats eyes,” he points out. Magnus didn’t even realize his glamor had dropped. “Would be a nice addition to my collection.”

Before Magnus can reply an arrow sings past him and lands in the man’s leg making him stumble. Magnus doesn’t wait for him to recover and deals a finishing blow. The Circle member collapses on the fallen bookshelf and Magnus feels like he’s frozen. That feeling in his stomach wasn’t from the Circle member, it was from him.

Magnus spins and sees the same shadowhunter from the club stand there, bow still raised, panic in his eyes. The man releases a breath and lowers his bow, eyes rake over the Circle member’s body before turning to Magnus. Magnus steps back, magic sparking at his hands ready to fight.

The man opens and closes his mouth, trying to say something but nothing comes out. His eyes show only concern and worry, but that can’t be right, no shadowhunter would ever look at him like that. He glances at Magnus’ hands and the look disappears to something more neutral, closed off but not before Magnus catches a glimpse of pain.

“Alec!” A male voice shouts from down the hall, Alec glances behind him taking his eyes off of Magnus. The man must have a death wish for taking his eyes off of him. Magnus could easily take him out now, but his body won’t let him. “That’s the last of them.”

The shadowhunter, or Alec, nods his head and turns towards Magnus again, “We should go join the others.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Shadowhunter,” he bites back, hoping to get a reaction out of the man, but Alec doesn’t even flinch, just nods his head again.

“Apologies,” Alec says, turning around and leaving the library but halts, looking at something on his left. Magnus follows his gaze and realizes he’s looking at the multiple vases of arrows he’s kept over the years. Alec’s face stays blank but the grip on his bow tightens before he continues his way out of the living room.

Strange, Magnus thinks. He thought the shadowhunter would have demanded Magnus listen to him or even drag him to where everyone else is. Instead he’s letting Magnus choose to go with him, giving him the option to run tail if he wanted.

Of course, Magnus won’t do that, he realizes with a sigh. He doesn’t know how many of his people made it out alive, all of them probably scattering the second the Circle members entered the hideout. He’ll need to notify friends and any families of the fallen here.

With a wave of his hand, Magnus rids the loft of any dead circle members and teleports their bodies to the ocean. Let the sharks have their fun with them, he doesn’t care. In another wave, he teleports the bodies of the fallen warlocks to another safe haven he has in New York and a fire message to Catarina about what happened and where she needs to go.

When Magnus enters his living room he catches Alec with his head down and a girl with long dark hair rubbing a hand up and down his arm looking at him with concern. Something in his chest aches and presses a hand to his heart. Is that what Alec is feeling? He hates it. He doesn’t want to feel what the shadowhunter is feeling.

He must be projecting his emotions because Alec flinches, pressing a hand to his chest and looks up at him. Again the pain that he sees disappears by that blank look. The girl catches Alec’s change and looks over at him and sends Magnus the most heated glare he’s ever received.

He doesn’t have time to deal with that. He puts on his High Warlock persona and makes a show of his magic. Clary, to no surprise, is as stubborn as her mother and refuses to leave without getting her memories back. So he tells them what they all have to do to get them back. None of them argue to his surprise, though the blonde boy tries but is stopped by Alec with a hand on the shoulder.

The summoning goes off without a problem. All of the shadowhunters listen to his explanation of how the ritual works and that they must not let go of each other’s hands. When Magnus explains that they must hold hands, the sister, Isabelle, moves into a position that forces Alec and him to hold hands. Magnus tries not to let his frustration show and accepts the positions.

The second he and Alec’s hands touch, it’s like the final piece of their connection is sealed. He hears Alec let out a gasp and the hand in his grips tight before loosening. Magnus looks at Alec and the shadowhunter is not even glancing at him, he continues to stare at the wall opposite of him. Magnus feels an incredible sorrow fill his chest that makes him want to curl up and cry.

Alec shows no outward sign of what he’s really feeling and something pokes at his heart that this is not the first time that Alec has had to mask his emotions. He shakes off the feeling, looking away from Alec to see everyone else staring at him waiting, though Isabelle is still glaring at him.

The demon asks for a memory of the ones they love the most. Of course, his is Ragnor, his oldest and closest friend. Jace, who he finds out is Alec’s parabatai, and Isabelle’s are of Alec, which warms his heart or well maybe not his, he looks over at Alec and sees the soft smile on his face as the shadowhunter sees himself reflected in the tornado of smoke in the center. He doesn’t even catch what Clary’s memory was, too enraptured by the kindness shining in his soulmate’s eyes.

When the summoning is over, Clary collapses and is caught by Jace. He scoops the unconscious girl and leads her out of the loft with Isabelle, a quiet thanks as they pass him, leaving Alec and Magnus alone in the room. Alec hasn’t looked up from his hands since they let go, rubbing the hand that was entwined with his.

“Thank you for helping us,” Alec speaks softly.

“I didn’t do it for you,” he says.

“I know.” Alec finally looks up from his hands and there’s a small smile on his face. “I’ll let you be. Have a good night, Magnus.”

The shadowhunter doesn’t wait for his response and rushes out the room to catch up with his family leaving Magnus alone.

Alone.

Something that Magnus has been used to for decades now. His heart had been protected under a lock and key for so long and then Alec, this shadowhunter, his soulmate had to barge in and rip the lock off the cage.

Magnus doesn’t want to feel like this. He liked it better when he was alone and didn’t have a soulmate, when he didn’t feel this much in his chest. The people he knows who have met their soulmates have told him about how they felt butterflies the first time they met their other half. That it felt like they were whole for the first time. Magnus doesn’t feel whole, he feels rage at the universe for giving him a shadowhunter as his soulmate.

Magnus doesn’t care how kind Alec may or may not be.

He will never fall in love with a shadowhunter.

Of course, that wouldn’t be the last time he saw Alec. He made it clear that he was not interested in getting to know the shadowhunter and thankfully Alec respected that. Again throwing Magnus off about his view of shadowhunters.

Now Jace definitely fits that shadowhunter personality. Brash, rude, demanding, following red heads around like a lost puppy. Magnus rolls his eyes as the blonde’s gaze never leaves Clary’s as she word vomits in his living room fretting over Luke. Luke, who is in the state he’s in because of Clary, and Simon who couldn’t listen to simple orders.

One would think that the girl would take her time to recover after getting all of her memories back. It seems that when she discovered the location of the cup, she snuck out of the Institute and met up with Sherman only to get kidnapped which led to a fight between a Beta and an Alpha werewolf which led to a new leader to the New York pack and-

Lilith, Magnus needs a drink.

He sends Simon and Jace off to fetch ingredients for him to help with the potion that would save Luke. Which leaves him and Clary to wait for them to return. Magnus focuses on the potion to make sure it doesn’t turn sour.

“So,” Clary says. “You and Alec, huh?”

Magnus almost drops a vial in the cauldron. “I beg your pardon?”

“You two are soulmates right?”

“And what gave you that idea?” He grits.

“The stuff in Alec’s room,” she shrugs, wandering around the apothecary. “He has a whole bookshelf full of trinkets and vials exactly like the ones in here.” Clary pokes at the vials on his shelves, he almost snaps at her to stop. “It’s really incredible, you can tell he took great care of them all.”

“Is that so?”

Clary nods, smiling as she picks up a vial off his table, inspecting it. “Yeah, he got really upset with me when I tried to pick up one of the items. Even went as far to wipe my finger prints off the thing. You can easily tell they’re his greatest treasure.” Clary’s smile turns to a frown. “Though last time I went to talk to him, he had put a bed sheet over the shelf.”

Oh. That information does something to his heart, like something has a vice grip around it now. Magnus shakes his head, clearing himself of the feeling, and goes back to the potion.

“Maybe he’s upset that he realized I’m a warlock,” he snorts.

“No, that wasn’t it. When I first saw it, he had this soft, delighted smile on his face. He had said that he hadn’t met the warlock who was his soulmate yet, but that he was eager to meet them. Said that he hoped his runes wouldn’t scare you away and that he could prove that he would care for you the way he cared for the items he got from you through your connection.”

The vial that was in his hand drops to the table. Clary jumps at the sudden sound and turns to him in surprise.

Surely Alec didn’t think that way about him. He was an abomination with demon blood, Alec was a shadowhunter with angel blood. There’s no possible way they would work and yet, Alec knew his soulmate was a warlock before he even laid eyes on Magnus. Had a bookshelf full of the items he had lost over the years.

“Why?” He mutters quietly. “He’s a shadowhunter whose soulmate is a warlock. We’re not exactly the perfect match.”

“Why should that matter?” Clary asks. “It is clear that Alec doesn’t care that you’re a warlock. His mother is a different story though.” Clary rubs her arms up and down her arms like a shiver passed through her. The accurate reaction when talking about that woman. “I don’t understand how he just stands there while she speaks to him like that.”

“Like what?” His mouth feels dry, the blank face from a few days ago makes sense now. With a mother like Maryse Lightwood, finding out your son has a warlock soulmate probably didn’t go over well. He’s positive that Alec’s other siblings didn’t get that treatment, especially Clary and Jace who discovered they were soulmates.

“Like he’s inferior for having a warlock as a soulmate. The first thing she did when she stopped by his room was berate him for still having that bookshelf, like he should be ashamed of himself for displaying who his soulmate was so openly and that she thought she told him to toss out anything that wasn’t useful.”

Magnus feels like there’s no air in the room. He leans forward on the table and stares into the bubbling concoction.

With each new thing he learns about Alec, the less his view of him is so harsh.

“That’s when he had covered the bookshelf,” Clary whispers, biting her lip. “Ever since their mother came back to the Institute that spark in Alec’s eye is gone.”

“Maryse does have the personality of a brick,” he chimes in hoping to lighten the mood.

Clary doesn’t take the bait and instead looks at him with sympathy. “I don’t remember much about when we came here last, my memories are still a bit jumbled, but I know that when I woke up, no one knew where Alec went. Jace said to let it go, that he gets that way sometimes, but I couldn’t help feeling like something wasn’t right. When I found him he was on the roof, shooting arrows, one after the other until his hands were bleeding.”

“Why are you telling me this,” he rasps. His heart is beating out of control. Was Alec that hurt by his rejection? He was a shadowhunter, he should be relieved that his warlock of a soulmate doesn’t want to be with him. It wasn’t like Magnus would be upset if Alec left. Something about that thought makes his heart stop.

“Because you both deserve happiness,” she says. “And I think Alec at least deserves a chance before you kick him to the curb.”

Magnus doesn’t know what to say to that. What could he say to that? For centuries he’s kept away from shadowhunters as much as possible and now he was fatefully connected to one. Why should he be the one to make that step? It wasn’t like Alec was taking the first step.

That’s because you rejected him before he could, his mind unkindly reminds him.

Magnus doesn’t get the time to ask more questions about Alec as Luke starts to seizure on the couch. He tells Clary what still needs to be done with the potion as he rushes over to Luke and pour his magic into the werewolf’s body to slow the spread of the poison.

He loses track of time, just focusing on making sure that Luke makes it through this process. Just as he starts to feel his magic flicker, the door to his home bursts open and there’s a warm body catching him as he falls back.

Magnus huddles closer to the warmth, clasping his hand around the one that takes his.

“Use my strength,” a voice whispers in his ear. “Take what you need.”

Magnus doesn't waste a second, siphoning magic from the person behind him. It’s like being shot with adrenaline, the other person’s energy practically shoving its way into his body. It’s definitely a first for him. Anytime Magnus has asked to share strength with someone, there is always a tug from the other person, not fully trusting Magnus to not abuse the power the other is giving him. Magnus feels no resistance from whoever he’s taking magic from. For someone to trust him that openly and blindly that they just give him their very essence brings tears to his eyes.

He’s going to have to thank whoever it is once he’s sure that Luke won’t die on him. Maybe even take them out to dinner as a thank you. As if they heard his thoughts, Jace and Simon rush through the living room and hand over the last ingredient to Clary who tosses it in the cauldron. Moments later, the trio are rushing over to the couch and pouring the potion down Luke’s throat.

The reaction is practically instant. Luke is no longer seizing on the couch and the dark veins around his wounds are receding. Magnus stops his constant flow of magic and drops. Or would have dropped, if the person behind him hadn’t caught him preventing him from making a fool of himself.

He just settles into the person’s arms and closes his eyes, focusing on his breathing. He used more magic than he had planned tonight and he feels exhausted. Not as exhausted as he thought he would be he realizes. That’s when he feels the hand still in his squeeze down and rub the back of his hand with their thumb. The person he’s leaning against begins to speak to Jace.

He jolts at the person’s voice, realizing just exactly who he is resting against. He opens his eyes and whips his head to Alec’s. Alec who is staring down at him with concern and worry that makes his heart ache. Magnus hurriedly lets go of their entwined hands and finds the strength to stand up. He doesn’t look back at Alec.

He asks Jace and Simon to help carry Luke to the guest room, ignoring the heat in his cheeks and the quick beatings of his heart. He hastily follows the men into the bedroom, making sure Luke is comfortable. He’s not ready to address that whole situation waiting for him in the living room.

As he gets Luke comfortable, his mind wanders back to Alec. He wonders if one of the others called Alec for help, but no, there would be no reason for them to notify Alec that he would need assistance. None of them but Clary knew about Luke’s deteriorating state and she was too busy making sure the potion was good to go when the others returned with the missing ingredient.

He pauses fluffing Luke’s pillow and presses a hand to his chest as it aches. He had been so focused on healing Luke that he didn’t even notice his connection to Alec was so open. He doesn't feel much from Alec, but he understands now, why Alec knew to come to the loft. Magnus must have called out to him and Alec came running to help.

He doesn’t understand the Shadowhunter. Magnus couldn’t have made it more clear that he wasn’t interested in getting to know him. Yet, he still showed up, saved his life twice, helped Clary get her memories back and even assisted him in saving Luke, all without Magnus asking him to. He held Magnus close to his chest and let him practically drain him of his Nephilim energy to save Luke. The part of him that he kept under lock and key for so long slowly pours out and a warmth spreads through him at the fact that someone would do that for him without him asking, begging them to do so. It’s what he always wanted in a partner.

Why should the fact that him being a shadowhunter change that? Clary’s words from before also ring in his head, that Alec kept everything he lost and displayed them proudly in his room and told others about him, other shadowhunters.

He’s hit with a yearning in his chest that makes him want to try. To maybe get to know Alec a bit and see what the shadowhunter is like. He’s never given Magnus a reason to think that he’s hostile. If anything, Alec has been giving him the space he’s asked for and was only dismissed when Magnus told him off. It’s Magnus who’s the one that’s been hostile. He should fix that, go talk to Alec. He should start by saying thank you.

Magnus excuses himself from the room and goes back out to the living room. Millions of thoughts race in his head, wondering what he should say, how he should say it. But when he reaches the living room, Alec is nowhere to be seen. Magnus steps towards the couch and looks at the entrance to his loft and doesn’t see the shadowhunter.

His foot hits something on the floor. Magnus’ breath catches as he finds a small trash bin filled with bloody rags. He looks at his couch and sees that the blood stains are gone.

Alec cleaned up the mess for him. Alec probably felt how depleted of magic he was and didn’t want him to exert himself anymore. The smell of lavender waffs through his living room, getting rid of the metallic smell of blood and decay.

He doesn’t know why that makes his eyes water. Alec did all of this without being asked to. He was being kind again, like he has been since he and Magnus first crossed paths. Magnus was just too stuck in his past to realize it.

Not anymore, he decides, clenching his fists. He’s not going to let his past dictate his happiness anymore. He has a chance to be happy with the man who the universe has chosen to be his soulmate and he’s going to make the most of it.

Magnus is going to make this right, he has to.

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beyoncesdragon · 4 years

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The disappointing Gender

Pairing: Bestfriend!Ashton x Reader

Warnings: shit ton of cursing, dont worry I love men, but women are just easier at times. Based on a real story, that shit really happened to me.

Summary: Some men are just straight up trash. And what’s better than to vent about them to your willingly listening best friend Ashton.

My Masterlist 🦋

(Gif credits: @ghostofmashton)

“I don’t know exactly what goes through your mind when deciding to finally peel your limp body out of your comfy sheets, go through the usually long, self-esteem-damaging process of “getting ready”, find an outfit you would feel comfortable but not underdressed in and then leave for a party. Let me be honest, I mostly think: at least let it be worth all this. And then maybe something like; maybe I’ll meet someone. “Someone” carefully and fully on purpose undefined because you don’t want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed. But “someone” secretly being a guy, optionally a boyfriend even, but just maybe.

“However, now you are at that party, ready to meet new people and you take a look around. You see many people; some you think are pretty in your eyes some aren’t. But that’s okay, that’s only natural. So then after a time, when you have met a few girls you get along with, you spot the “someone”. And your friends somehow knew about him and all that bullshit and tell you the teeniest bit of bloody information alright? And he, on top of that, seems to be interested, keep that in mind.”

I stopped for a second, taking a gulp of my water. The few ice cubes clicked softly against the glass when I placed it back down.

“Alright. Now, you chat with him, all friendly funny business, you develop a sort of insider joke. It’s funny and you think wow, it isn’t all that difficult to talk to boys, amazing. Eventually, you also had a few, and I don’t want to say advantageously but it does help.”

A giggle fell from my bestfriends lips, but I decided to just keep going. “I will again be honest, I was a bit…inebriated if I may say so and if you would want to take me as an example. However, maybe you flirt for a while, and it really all goes well, so well that you would’ve started to become suspicious, since it was you after all. Continuing, because you’re bloody sloshed, you don’t suspect anything, even though if you would’ve just listened closely you could’ve totally heard fate snigger.”

I earned an amused hum from Ashton for that, picking up my glass again. “Further on, one of your new friends disappears with a guy and it’s okay for you but not for her friend whom you also are friends with now. That, because the other girl actually does have a guy eventually. But she isn’t sure. So you go get her, and you sit down with the girls outside to have a chat. Because it’s important that she still has a good night and so on. During that amount of time, you selflessly neglect your guy. Not that he is your guy in reality, but you secretly might have planned on making him your guy.” After a big gulp I placed my glass back down again, the ice now almost completely molten.

“Suddenly, that bloke walks out, raising a single hand at you as an obvious goodbye. And you sit here, startled and a bit dumbfounded because what the fuck is he leaving already. Quick note; it was hardly midnight, the clock stroke twelve maybe two minutes ago. So you get up, approach him and ask, why in the love of Jesus effing Christ he’s leaving already. His response; well. He hasn’t been blessed with the best of experience with women.”

And annoyed frown settled on my face. “I mean what kind of excuse is that? I haven’t only met them good guys either, but do you see me acting like an antisocial scaredy-cat? Nope sir, because I am not that superficial, and you shouldn’t be as well because I am not “women”. Also, have I mentioned that my friends told me, that he was total slag, like a fuckboy freshly bred. Best experience with women my fucking ass. However, back to my example; you then are still a bit startled because he slips that he has been cheated on and all that godforsaken crap. And in your woozy, naturally kind-hearted state you are in, you do feel sorry and possibly even apologise for being so bold. Also, because you don’t want him to think bad of you, he is very attractive after all and you have not given up your hopes just yet.”

A grin had now settled on Ash’s lips, as he leaned back with his drink, the attention still fully with me. “Then he says something like; but it was nice to meet you, and asks you to say your name again, and you do so. Naturally you do ask him the same thing…and you may have forgotten the name already.” I added with a frown, desperately trying to remember. “Something with F and it sounded French or such. Don’t know, not important anyways. Just like his existence.”

At that, Ashton laughed out loud, but wisely keeping quiet. “Yeah you just laugh…however, he then throws that horrid line; we’ll see each other again yeah?

At you, and you might think cool. But how for the love of fuck, since you don’t have anything except for a name. So the thing you do then is, you scrap all of your…I don’t know confidence from off the bottom of your rotten self and ask, if he wants to at least give you his snapchat.” Ash let out a whistle but I waved him off.

“I’m not done yet. So you ask. And he just ignores your question somehow, can’t really remember how. The whole time he’s walking away from you backwards, I guess towards the busstation and you have to follow him like damn mongrel…however. You end up leaving it be and sprinting back to your friends telling them what happened. Because they “know” him, they know his Instagram, so you decide to follow him. But he is on private so you got to send a request. Done with a few clicks, in approximately ten seconds. So now he is gone, you feel disappointment bubbling up, because fuck.”

Ash nodded slowly, looking up at me since I got up impatiently from his couch. “Sounds fun?” he said in a more or less questioning manner and I shot him a dark look.

“Buzz off twat, the best part’s only coming.” Ash rose an eyebrow, leaning back expectantly again. “Next morning you go and check your Instagram, somehow curious if he accepted your request and what do you see? He fucking declined it! This bloody wanker skipped my music, stole my attention and wasted my fucking time, four hours of it!” Ashton broke out in a fit of laughter, nearly spilling his drink.

“Comedy at its finest, certificated gold. Platinum even. Oh Jesus Christ. And that all has obviously not happened to you, you just purposely told it like it did right?” I huffed annoyed, dropping down again. “Never, as if stuff like this would ever happen to me. I mean, I totally understand mankind, it’s just that you can’t fucking use any of them.” Ash giggled, a dopey grin on his face.

“Come again?” I rolled my eyes. “I said, that you can’t fucking use any of you gentlemen. Men are so disappointing, like get a grip on yourselves honestly.” Ash grinned, nudging me with his foot. “Haven’t you just said that he should stop being superficial because of one woman?” he teased and I gave him an angry glare.

“Cheating and just generally being international disappointments is something else. I slowly start to believe that you guys are just born with that twat-gene. It’s almost not your fault. It’s probably the Y-chromosome, would explain why women aren’t like you guys.” Ash shot me an amused grin.

“I don’t know if I would surprise you saying that the explanation why men and women aren’t the same accurately is rooted in our genes. To be specific, it’s even a matter of just those two chromosome, the X-chromosome and the Y-chromosome…” I groaned annoyed, aiming a pillow at his head. I missed, but the message was clear.

“Smart-alecky dimwit, get off my back. I need emotional support, because member belonging to your sex has wasted my time and, in addition to that, ruined your all’s reputation.” Ash just hummed amused.

“Is that so.” I nodded, pouting bolshie. “Then I suggest, you listen to Ariana Grande’s Thank u Next and some Beyoncé, maybe also Rihanna. They’ll support your idea of men being trash immediately I am sure.” I flipped him off immediately, even though he had brought up a good point.

“I am kidding sweetheart. I know men can be idiots, but so can you females.” I couldn’t help but throw him a derisive look “Yes, males and females can be difficult at times.” I mocked him and he just shot me a lopsided grin. “Now you get off my back, annoying brat. But you are over him?” I shrugged.

“I mean, I was never actively involved with him, so I guess?” he nodded softly. “Venting felt good?” I nodded quickly. “Always does. Thanks bud.” He smiled warmly at me. “Everything for my best friend. Mind if I quickly call Kaitlin…” as he saw my face he immediately rolled his eyes. “Oh your little girlfriend huh? Young Irwin’s a little whipped?” giving me the finger he got up and grabbed his phone. “Shut up. I’m right back you bitter prick.”

I laughed sitting up again. “I am not bitter, I am happy for you Ash. Furthermore, I don’t have any problems with taken people or relationships. The problems I have, start when selfish and inconsiderate assholes rub in the fact that they have someone, and start gushing about them. When I, as an admittedly slowly bitter, but independent single person, couldn’t give a shit or two.” Ash grinned at me, shaking his head slightly. “I love you, you madwoman. Also, I am sure you’ll find your guy and we can do all those disgustingly cute things best friends do when they both are in relationships.”

I scrunched my nose. “Like what? Double-dates? In this case, I’d rather stay single Irwin, and now get lost you need to call your babygirl or whatever. Our ice cream is melting and our friends-day is not over yet. So you better hurry your red-dyed, slicked back visage up.” I responded harshly but with a loving lilt to it.

“On my way, woman. Love you, don’t eat my ice cream.” I just huffed, waving him off quickly. “Love you too, you ashy bitch.” I then almost choked on my water when I saw his expression at my words. He grinned and shook his head, pressing his phone against his ear.

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Perfectly Confused Angel- Part 14

A/N: Welcome to Y/N and Castiel’s wedding! I’ve spent the last several days working on this chapter because I firmly believe these two deserve a beautiful celebration of their love! I LOVE this picture of Misha and I think this would be how Cas looks on his wedding day! Photos and music will be linked throughout the chapter for special effects so please use them and please send in feedback; I appreciate it!

Word Count: 5,000+

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF!! Mentions of pre and post wedding sex, mentions of a boner, slight mention of nervousness and anxiety

Previous chapter| Masterlist

Castiel’s POV

It had been several months since y/n and I began planning our wedding. For years, I saw how humans put on weddings. In most cases, they were big, with lots of people and they were beautiful, with elegance and class and very extraordinary, all the way down to the smallest detail. But when it came to me, I never thought about the celebration, let alone marry a human. Our prophecy states that an angel can fall in love with another angel but nothing about falling in love with a human. Maybe because it was unheard of, but what did that matter? I met someone, who had been there for me through everything, the good and the bad, and she loves me anyway, and I decided to marry her. Heaven takes that kind of thing very seriously; I take it very seriously. It just happens that my bride is a human, is that so bad? I didn’t think so and she didn’t think so and that is all the convincing we needed. I remember the first time I met y/n’s parents; I don’t think they liked me. Her father yelled at me for being an “older man messing around with my little girl” and then y/n explained that even though I looked older than she was, I would forever look like this and one day, she would look older than me. That blew their minds and I remember thinking how most humans lacked an imagination. And after a lot of talking, heated discussion, and crying, her parents finally came around to accepting the fact that their ‘little girl’ fell in love with an angel. It was very untraditional and that worried me, but y/n reminded me that our entire relationship was unconventional and that was why we loved each other. She was very against a traditional wedding; no church for the ceremony. No, she didn’t want a wedding anything as anyone had experienced before. And that’s what she got.

It was early in the morning, on April 23rd, I had ‘woken’ up, to see y/n was laying next to me still asleep. I watched her like I always did, but I was seeing her in a different light. She was going to be my wife in a few short hours and everything will be different. I am no longer just myself; I will fully be committed to someone else. That’s something a lot of people take advantage of these days but to me and y/n, it will be cherished for as long as we live. She begins to stir then, and I couldn’t turn away. I know how tradition goes, the bride and groom are not allowed to see each other before the ceremony but we already broke that rule by sleeping in the same bed as one another, so I figured, this was just another tradition y/n didn’t want to follow.

“Good morning, Honeybee. Happy wedding day,” I say as her eyes flutter open and she looks up at me, a smile making its way on her face.

“Happy wedding day,” she says. “You know we aren’t supposed to see each other before the ceremony, right? Well, I guess she does care?

“Well, yes, but I thought you didn’t want a traditional ceremony?” I ask.

“Not all traditions are silly. I happen to like this one for the fact that I can surprise you in my wedding dress and not looking like I just stumbled out of bed,” she says, as an insult on how she looks first thing in the morning.

“The surprise I understand but I think you look beautiful first thing in the morning,” I say, leaning over to kiss her shoulder.

“You’re just saying that because you’re about to marry me,” She says.

“No, I’m marrying you because I say things like that. And because I love you wholeheartedly and I want everyone to be apart of us becoming one,” I say, a blush forming on y/n’s cheeks.

“Then, let’s go get married!” Y/N says, quickly pecking my lips before jumping up to grab her phone. I remain lying in bed, watching as she started her ‘usual routine.’ The smile that begins to play, kicking her into full gear to prepare for the biggest day of both of our lives.

“It’s a beautiful night, we’re looking for something fun to do, hey baby, I think I wanna marry you.”

“Of course, this would be the song you play on your wedding day,” I joke to her.

“Hey, I’ve waited ten years to be able to play this song and to be getting ready for my own big day. This is a BIG deal for me, okay?” She defends herself.

“I know it is but you do know it’s on our playlist for the reception, right?”

“It doesn’t matter, Cas! I’m going to playing this song on repeat, all day.” I smile at my fiancé as she dances around in her underwear while she brushes her teeth and washes her face. I couldn’t wait to wake up this way every day.

We both begin to get ready, not really caring about the other seeing the other, because we haven’t begun the wedding stuff yet. But I couldn’t help but think that we were missing something rather important.

“Hey, babe?” I call to her, to get her away from looking at her dress in its bag in our closet.

“Yeah?” She calls back but stays where she is.

“Don’t you think we should have some breakfast first?” I call to her and I hear her gasp before she comes out of the closet.

“How can we eat when we’ll be stuffing our faces at our dinner tonight? And our cake!”

“I know Honeybee, but that’s not for several more hours.”

“Well, what time is it now?” She asks.

“6:30,” I say looking at my phone before noticing the stunned look on y/n’s face.

“Damn, we got up early!” She exclaims and we both laugh.

“Would that be because you’re excited for today?” I tease her, knowing she most definitely was.

“No, not at all. It’s not like I’ve been waiting since the day we first met when you came down here from heaven, to watch over my best friends or anything. Nope, no excitement here,” Her sarcasm is very strong; she watches too much Friends. I laugh and go to kiss my soon-to-be-wife. Funny that I can’t stop saying that I’m going to be marrying y/n. But I’d like to enjoy a few more moments with her as my fiancé. We’ll never be engaged again so why not make it last just a bit longer?

I grab the phone from the nightstand on my side of the bed and dial the restaurant downstairs. I order a lot of food, making sure to order plenty of coffee considering we both will be up for a long time today. Of course, we order a lot of food, but we don’t care. We have a long day ahead of us before we’ll get to dinner. Y/N had come back to bed, crawling right back under the covers and snuggling up to me, a lazy smile forming on her lips.

“What are you doing, silly girl?” I ask her, looking down at her, pushing some hair that had fallen in her face.

“I just want to stay in bed with you, as your fiancé, for long as possible. I want to cherish the feeling of being your fiancé forever,” she says, looking at me with big doe-like eyes.

“That is an important thing, but I can’t wait to enjoy the feeling of having you as my wife,” I say as I snuggle in next to her, wrapping her in my arms and turning the tv on. As she flips through the channels, finding something to watch, a knock on the door pulls me away, and a disgruntled groan falls from y/n.

“My warmth!” She cries as I answer the door. A man in a tuxedo enters the room with a cart full of silver-topped dome lids. He takes each dome off one at a time and I can hear y/n running in to see what I ordered. Waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns; all her favorites. And two pitchers of coffee with tons of cream and sugar, just the way she likes.

“See, this is why I’m marrying you, Cas. You always know how to feed me,” she says in all sincerity but I decided to poke fun at her.

“Oh great, so I’m only good for food. Okay then,”

“Okay you know that is not true at all. You’re also good for doing laundry,” she adds, going a bit too far with her jokes.

“That’s it, you’re going to get it,” I say to her before I tell the waiter that he can’t bring us anything else. As he’s leaving, I turn to y/n, pick her up over my shoulder, her squealing in the process, and tossing her on the bed. Just when she thinks that was all I was going to do as ‘her punishment,’ I ferociously begin tickling her.

“Cas!” Y/N screams as my fingers work their way all around her. I smile, loving seeing her so happy but also so helpless under my prodding fingers. She had no way of escape but I soon let her go after she apologized.

“Alright, so now that I’ve laughed so hard my sides hurt, can I please eat?” She asks, poking her bottom lip out like that of a child.

“Save the puppy dog looks to Sam. You got nothing on him. And yes, let’s eat,” I say, earning a ‘bitch face’ and no sharing from y/n. Guess I had that one coming. Two movies and a shit ton of missing food later, it comes time to get ready for the ceremony.

“Do we have to? Can’t we get married right here? I mean, it’ll be pretty tight but it could work. Any everyone can just stay in their pajamas,” she says, trying out that puppy dog look again and still failing.

“Unfortunately, Honeybee, we cannot have a wedding here. Believe me, I’ve already looked into it. Plus, you have that beautiful dress you’ve been dying to wear and you’ve been eyeballing it all morning. It’ll look better in the lighting from the venue I’m sure,” I make up some excuse for her to get ready.

“I’ll see you in a few hours okay? You’ll be just fine. Your Mom will be coming to get you and all your bridesmaids soon, too. You go have fun and I’ll be waiting for you,” I say, giving her one last kiss for the next several hours. Granted, it was only 10 am, but it was a good half-hour to our venue and then we still have to get dressed and people still have to start showing up. And there was some talk about a few ‘last-minute’ gifts from the mother of the bride and her bridal party.

“Okay, I’ll be the one in the white dress,” she jokes and grins, proud of her funny self.

“I sure hope so. And I’ll be one of the many guys in a tux,” I joke back and kiss her again. I grab my suit out of the closest in its bag and grab my phone and other necessities for the ceremony. Y/N had already turned up the music louder and was back to dancing and shaking her ass, knowing I was still in the room. Man, what I’m going to do to that ass later on. I shake the thought and head down to the lobby. When the doors opened, Sam, Dean, and Jack were sitting around in the lobby.

“Well, it’s about time you came down here!” Dean exclaims, throwing his phone down on the chair, before standing to hug me; Sam and Jack doing the same.

“Sorry guys, y/n and I got a bit…distracted,” I explain but it came out very wrong.

“Ah, pre-wedding sex. Nice work buddy,” Dean said, clapping a hand on my shoulder.

“Not that it is any business of yours, but that wasn’t what I meant. I ordered a nice, big breakfast for the two of us and we were watching movies.”

“So, no pre-wedding sex?” Dean asked, for final clarity.

“No Dean, no sex right now. Tonight, yes, but again, that isn’t any concern of yours so let’s not talk about it again, shall we?” I say, trying to hide the red tint on my cheeks. The thought of sex with y/n as husband and wife was very exciting for me. In fact, it started getting a bit too excited so I quickly had to shake the thoughts out of my head but that was a difficult task. The Impala was brought to us from a young man, who seemed rather impressed with the classic car we took all our adventures in.

“Thanks, kid,” Dean said as he was handed the keys and we all climbed in, driving off to the ceremony location. Following the non-traditional theme y/n wanted, our ceremony was going to be held in a place where too many weddings didn’t happen. For some reason, she decided to set up an arch, laced with red roses, on the coast of New York City, with the view of the Brooklyn Bridge behind us. The chairs were white and tied together by a ribbon with bouquets of red roses at the ends. The aisle was white lace, stretching over the grass beautifully, and separating the bride’s family from the grooms. But, considering my family was angels, I wasn’t expecting too many people on my side. There was a table set up off the side where guests could write little messages to me and y/n. That was one thing she was insistent on having; a jar of messages for when we have our first fight. I had laughed, knowing we don’t get in too many disagreements but she was stubborn and said that once we’re married, we won’t always see eye-to-eye. I shook my head as she set the jar up, and trusted her ideas.

“Wow Cas, this looks beautiful,” Sam commented, taking in the sight before him.

“As much as I would like to take credit for this, it was all y/n’s ideas. She was very hands-on with all the planning,” I say, thinking back to when we began planning.

“So, what did you do then?” Dean asked, poking fun at me.

“I approved or denied things,” I said honestly.

“And she didn’t kill you?” Dean asks, now chuckling.

I laugh a bit too; y/n could get pretty bossy. But she wasn’t when it came to wedding planning.

“No, she was actually very laid back and she valued my opinions, even used some of them, too. We agreed on everything that you see here, as well as the reception and where to go on our honeymoon,” I comment.

“Oh yeah, I’m going to want to hear about that!” Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows and getting an eye roll from Sam and me.

“Come on, Dean, let’s go see what we can help with. Cas needs to get ready,” Sam said, dragging his older brother away.

“Party pooper, Sammy!” He moaned but his mood changed as soon as he saw a pretty blonde.

I shake my head and begin to head inside the room we rented out in a small, no-longer operating, brewery when Jack caught up to me.

“Hey, Cas,” He says, falling in step with me.

“Yes, Jack?”

“I was wondering about this wedding thing, what’s it for?” He asked, mimicking my eye-squint and slight head tilt I would do whenever something confused me. He was pretty good.

“Well, it’s a ceremony that all angels believe in and God himself, wants for human beings. It’s a way for a couple to make their love known to all they come in contact with. That also signifies the rings. We place them on each other’s hands as a way to show others that we belong to someone else,” I explain what a wedding and marriage meant to me.

“You belong to someone?” Jack quips, adding more questions to his wondering.

“Oh, that’s just a saying. No one has or should have possession over another person, or angel in our case, but they are tied to the other, in spirit and physically. That’s what the honeymoon is. Making their love physical and finalizing their commitment to each other. It’s very beautiful, really. And both y/n and I take weddings and marriages seriously, while a lot of humans don’t anymore. One of the many reasons I’m marrying her.” I say, smiling at the fact.

“That sounds wonderful, Castiel! I hope to find someone like y/n and marry her; you’re very lucky,” Jack says, a look of hope on his young features.

“I am Jack, very lucky. I don’t deserve someone like her but you bet I am going to cherish being her husband for the rest of my days,” I finish my speech on why marriage is important as I get dressed in my suit. When I’ve fully dressed myself, I look in the long mirror that stood in the corner and fixed my tie. I began feeling more human than I ever had since I landed on earth, my heart racing as I thought of the events that were going to conspire in a few short hours. It didn’t take me too long to dress, but I knew y/n was nowhere near ready. From my understanding of human women, they take a long time to get ready for any kind of outing, but weddings, I’ve been told, take a longer time for preparation and most likely, y/n has cried a few times. Her “team” of bridesmaids have been helping her get ready, dress, shoes, hair, and makeup. I imagine her nails are done with a design special for the day, and her toenails probably match, too. She takes events very seriously, making sure her nails matched. I can just imagine how beautiful she will look when she walks down the aisle to me.

“Cas?” Dean asks, knocking on the door and entering the room. “Dude, you look sharp. Ready to start the rest of your life?” He asks, throwing his arm around my shoulders.

“You have no idea. Is she ready now?” I ask, knowing it was nearing 5 pm.

“Yup, she’s finally stopped crying, her makeup is perfect; she’s ready,” Dean says, a small smile forming on her lips.

“Have you seen her? H-how does she look?” I ask, running my hand down my arm as nerves began to rack my body.

“She looks absolutely beautiful, Cas. You’re one lucky son of a bitch, if I do say so myself,” Dean grins, clapping his hand on my shoulder.

I smile to myself and feel my nerves getting stronger as the minutes pass by. She looks beautiful like I knew she would, but I can’t imagine just how beautiful she looks today. I wasn’t nervous because I was marrying y/n, I was nervous because I wasn’t sure I would be a good husband. I knew nothing about it, being an angel and all doesn’t really teach you anything about it, but from what I’ve seen for centuries from other human relationships, I think I have a good understanding. I follow Dean outside to where the groomsmen would line up, as we all waited for the big moment. Guests were starting to file in and I noticed everyone stopped by our table to leave us messages. That itself made me nervous too; would we really fight that much? These thoughts are running through my head but then the moment had arrived; y/n was coming.

Music began to play and everyone stood up, turning to the back to watch as the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked up the aisle. Y/N had chosen a rather untraditional song to walk down to me but it kept with the theme. It an orchestra version of a song called Love Story by one of her favorite artists. She had played both versions of the song for me as were planning and I liked it too. I had said it was the perfect song for us to start our lives together. Just then, there was a long pause between bridesmaids and I knew it meant y/n was on her way out. When she reached the aisle, my heart dropped into my stomach. Dean didn’t do her justice when he told me how she looked; she was stunning. Her dress was breathtakingly beautiful. Covering her chest and down to her stomach, was nothing but silver rhinestones. Then from the bottom, the dress spread out in front of her and the rhinestones fell in perfect line with the rest of the dress. There was glitter spread throughout the dress and the train that followed her was just as detailed as the rest of the dress. Her y/h/c was wrapped on top of her head, tied together with a braid and a small tiara sat on her head with a veil softly covering her face. I could see her smiling wide, to all the people who had come to see her and I knew she was loving her moment. Her Dad had escorted her up to me and I had begun to cry when I saw just how stunning she looked. I couldn’t believe she was mine forever.

“Hi,” I said to her when she stood just opposite me.

“Hi,” she answered, chuckling through her own tears.

“You look incredible, y/n,” I say, taking both her hands in mine.

“And you look very handsome, Cas,” she said, tears slowly falling from her eyes. As if on instinct, I went to wipe the tears away but she stopped me because I wasn’t supposed to lift her veil until after the vows. I remember her telling me that so I knew why she stopped me, without her telling me why.

The preacher had begun the ceremony with a traditional introduction but that was all for the traditional aspects of the evening.

“Y/N and Castiel have written their own vows and chose to read them aloud today,” y/n was handed the microphone first and spoke her words from a few notecards she had written earlier. They were beautiful and I took note that not one person was left with dry eyes. Then, she handed the microphone to me; not needing any guidance with my vows.

“Y/N, when we first met, I didn’t know a lot about love or what it meant to love someone so deeply, but when I came here to look after the Winchesters, I wasn’t expecting to see you or to have really anything to do with anyone besides Sam and Dean but then, you had come in the room, and instantly took a liking to me. There were a lot of things I’ve had to learn and you were the only one who was patient with me, the only one who stayed by my side when I had gone to the hospital and ended up having to stay for two weeks. You know how to take care of me when I’m injured, you know how to make me laugh when I’m upset, you know how to comfort me when I’ve needed it. There isn’t any other person I even like being around more than you; my favorite little person. I promise to always be there for you when life gets to be too much for you and I promise to always find ways to show you just how much I love you. I can’t imagine any life without you and I know now, I will never have to. I love you so much, Honeybee, and I cannot wait to start the rest of our lives together,” I finish my speech and after a few closing remarks from the preacher, the words I’ve been waiting to hear where spoken.

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife. Castiel, you may kiss your bride,” the preacher said. I took the veil and folded it behind y/n’s head and brought her close to me by her waist, and capturing her lips with mine; the first of many as a married couple. Cheers and applause had erupted around us but all I could focus on was y/n. If there wasn’t a reception to go to, I would’ve stayed here and kissed her for the rest of eternity but I knew I had to let her go. We smiled at one another, then to everyone around us, before locking hands and walking back up the aisle with everyone blowing bubbles. There were also a few machines that had released bubbles into the air to add more than enough for a bubbly theme. A princess style carriage was waiting to take us to our reception; another touch added by y/n. We climb inside and say hello to our driver, waving to our friends and family as we took off. I scoot closer to y/n and whisper in her ear: “Now I do love this dress but I can’t wait to take it off you later on.” Her eyes had widened, not used to hearing me talk so low and almost “dirty” as some people would call it, but I really didn’t care what others said. Y/N’s reaction was perfect, especially when my teeth had gently grazed her earlobe. She looked in my eyes, seeing they had darkened a few shades of blue but I turned to look away quickly. I had to leave her with a bit of wonderment as we had arrived at the venue.

Inside, there were Disney inspired decorations for the wedding. There are still things that make y/n a child at heart and I hoped she would never lose that. She was adorable when she watched Disney movies and I knew she wanted a Disney theme for the reception. Everything from the centerpieces to the utensils to the food we served and the cake, Disney was evident in everything. Most of the songs we played were Disney theme or popular classic rock and pop songs y/n had grown up with. We danced the night away, ate plenty of food and cake, had our first slow dance, and y/n danced with her Father. We took plenty of photos and videos were taken for us to look at later. A table was set up for gifts and another one for more message’s guests could leave for us. This time, they were advice about having a marriage and children or recipes for us to use later on. The night had gone without a hitch and I was finally able to call y/n my wife. As the night came to a close, I drew more anxious for the big night that was waiting for us behind closed doors. I could barely wait to take that dress off y/n and to physically seal our marriage but it felt as though the ending dragged on. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, it was time for us to go back to our room.

“Ready to go?” I ask y/n, who’s eyes had turned a bit darker themselves.

“Absolutely, husband,” she said husband in a lower tone, only for me to hear.

“Then let’s go, wife,” I say and pick her up, arms under her legs as I carried her all the way up to our room.

Another tradition y/n insisted on, was for me to carry her over the threshold of our room. I held onto her until I set her on the ground. Candles were lined everywhere, roses petals littered the bed, and music was softly playing. This hotel was really going all out for y/n and I and I couldn’t wait to take advantage of all it had to offer.

“Hey babe, can you help me with this zipper?” Y/N asked, turning her back to me so I could undo her dress.

I bring my hand up to reach the zipper right in the middle of her back and pulled it down slowly to show the lace panties she bought specially for tonight. The dress fell off her in one quick motion and she took the rest of her undergarments off. Turning to face me, her eyes stayed right on mine, and she almost looked angelic, much like some of my family members. I was surprised as many of my sisters and brothers showed up at the wedding but all left immediately after the ceremony. Y/N had gone to lay on the bed, moving the blankets and sheets out of the way and I stood, just watching her move. It was different seeing her naked before me as my wife than when we first slept together as just a couple. I was going to see her in this light all the time and it made the night, that much better. I walked over to her, hovering over her, and kissed her, my hands already going to work on her, hands running over her body and down to the places she was needing me the most. I got her completely ready before I had unclothed myself and joined her in bed. This time, was so much better than any other time and I loved it. The way our bodies moved with each other, fully becoming one, I cherished the moment but was pleased that I could do this for the rest of our lives. I get to love her every single day, both physically and mentally, and emotionally too. We were finally the same, destined to one another until our final breaths. As we both came down from our highs, we laid next to one another catching our breaths, before I looked over at her.

“I love you, wife,” I say, grinning like a madman.

“I love you, husband,” she says back and kisses me once more. I could get used to these new titles.

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Academic Misgivings (Part Four) - Peter Parker

You and Peter Parker aren’t friends, but you’re not entirely enemies either. You don’t like him but he always tries to be nice to you. He has everything you’ve ever wanted and you’ll do anything to show him that you can make it on your own. But can you?

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE /

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You didn’t remember the drive to the hotel or the walk you must have made to your shared room with MJ. Nor did you recall how you had changed into sleeping clothes and climbed into bed. When you woke, naturally with no ringing phone, the 24 hours prior where all lost in a haze. All that was clear in your mind the whipping wind against your skin.

The ghost of the sensation caused you to shudder and you pulled the covers a bit tighter over your shoulders. You sat up and flitted your gaze around the room. MJ was pressed against the headboard, a book opened on her lap.

“What time is it?” Your voice is hoarse when it comes out and you imagined it was from screaming the day before.

“Like seven fifty-three,” MJ replied, not looking up.

“What? Don’t we leave in like seven minutes?!” You jumped out of the bed and scurried over to your bag. Just as you stand, clothes gathered up in your arms, MJ decided to speak up.

“Don’t you remember? Mr. Harrington said we’re going to leave later, ya know...things that happened yesterday.” You licked your lips anxiously as your cheeks heated up.

“I don't ...we didn’t have to….”

“It’s alright, Y/N. Plus, I think Ms. Lauren was more scared than you were,” MJ pointed out but upon seeing your frown, she got up from the bed. “Hey, Y/N, are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I mean my hands kind of ache still, I have to change the bandages but-”

“No, I mean, emotionally, mentally,” MJ interrupted, “are you okay?”

You gaze shifted, studied your shoes rather than maintaining eye contact with MJ. “I-I uh, yeah. I think I am. I’m okay. I think I just need to keep going.”

“Makes sense,” she replied, “you did almost die.” You shouldn’t be as shocked as you are at MJ’s bluntness. “Sorry, that was-”

“It’s alright,” you said with a half-hearted smile. Before MJ could speak up, you filed into the bathroom to change clothes. As you lifted your shirt up and over your shoulders, your hands stung with overuse. A breath whistled between your teeth and you examined your palms. Fresh blood soaked through the bandages and the sight made your stomach churn.

You ignored the ache in your hands and dressed quickly. Goosebumps bloomed across your skin as, once you were changed, unraveled the bandages wrapped around your hands. The EMTs, when they had removed the shards of glass, had gifted you with rolls of gauze to tend to the cuts. Some of the larger wounds were stitched close to expedite the healing process. Carefully, you grazed the tip of your finger along the sensitive flesh.

The tearing returned along with a breeze that threw you back to the tower. Your throat raw and cheeks wet with tears. It took only a moment until your began to hammer just as it had done while you clung to the edge of the balcony. Your breath shallowed and with closed eyes, you forced yourself to recall the warmth. The power of red over your vision reminded you that you were safe, Spiderman had saved you.

A knocking at the door frightened you, pulling you back to reality. “Y/N, we’re supposed to head down in like ten minutes. You okay in there?”

“Yeah,” you said, although your voice faltered, “I’ll be out in sec.” MJ fell silent on the other side of the door and you swiftly rewrapped the cuts that decorated your palms. The gauze was snug, applying what could have been too much pressure but you were much too rushed to care. You pushed open the door and catch MJ near the hotel room door with her bag slung over her shoulder.

“I’ll meet you on the bus okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” you conceded and watched as she left you alone. You wandered over to your bag and tucked your pajamas inside.

Another chill took you over, goosebumps returned and fueled a search for your green sweatshirt. Where was it? You had had it with you yesterday as you could still feel the loose, heavy fabric as the wind whipped it about. Teeth sunk in the flesh of your bottom lip, you felt tears gathering in your eyes.

“Stupid,” you muttered, “it’s just a shirt.” You had survived a near-death scenario and to worry about a lost shirt seemed meaningless. So you hurriedly packed the rest of your things, all too eager to leave the place that was now tainted by an almost deadly fall.

“Oh, Y/N, honey are you feeling better? Did you sleep well?” Ms. Lauren rested a hand on your shoulder as you placed your bag alongside the other mountains of luggage beside the bus. You sighed and nodded in the hope of sedating the young teacher’s worries.

“I’m alright, Ms. Lauren, really. I just want to go home,” you said with a sad smile.

“Oh, I’m sure you do! Your parents must be worried sick! We tried to contact them but they didn’t pick up. Did you try to text them?”

“I can’t,” you swallowed, “my phone broke in the fall.”

“I can ask Mr. Harrington to try them again if you want to-”

“No, no, it’s alright,” you replied and walked past Ms. Lauren to escape further questioning. The last thing you needed was your family screaming on the phone at you, or anyone else that would listen. Maybe you didn’t want to go home, you just wanted to be in your city again where heroes fell from the sky to protect everyone.

So you boarded the bus, scanning over the seats for MJ. Betty is tucked in beside the curly haired girl who looked as if she wanted to die. Her brown eyes met your gaze apologetically, mouthing a ‘sorry’ in your direction. You dipped your head at her before you took a seat for yourself. Pressed against the window, you caught sight of Peter, cheeks reddened, as he rushed towards the bus. The sound of his mounting steps reached your ears and you sighed, silently wishing that Peter would pass you by quietly.

“Uh, hey, Y/N?” You looked up towards the aisle and met Peter’s gaze.

“Yeah?”

“If you wanna talk about it or not, ya know, you can do whatever with me.” You quirked a brow at his wording, the first spot of humor you had picked up since nearly falling to your death. “I mean, like talking. You can talk to me.”

“Truly eloquent,” you teased, unable to stop yourself from taunting the way the boy stumbled over his words. He gives you a half-hearted smile that turns into a slight frown. You frowned too, a feeling of shame filling your gut. Peter was being kind, annoyingly so, in the same way he was irritatingly smart and sweet. “Thank you, Peter. I might take you up on that.”

“O-okay, cool. Oh, and uh I thought you might be looking for thi-”

“Peter!” Ned’s voice cut through and Peter looked over at his friend.

“You better get back there,” you jabbed, “sounds like important stuff.” Peter opened his mouth to speak but Ned called out again. Peter met your gaze one last time where it lingered long enough to coax a blush to your cheeks.

“I’ll see you later?” What normally would be heard as a statement sounded more like a question falling off of Peter’s lips. You only nodded at him in response, pleased with how you had carried yourself.

Flash’s plan echoed in your head, about befriending Peter, sabotaging him. The hunger, the drive, to be the best filled you with a burning flame. How easy you flipped between wanting to protect Peter and hate Peter was alarming; however your reflection was brutally interrupted by Flash, who plopped in the seat beside you.

“Nice job. I think you have an in now, with Parker.”

“That wasn’t-”

“So like what did he smell like?”

You brows knitted together in confusion at Flash’s question and wide brown eyes full of intrigue. “You ...what Peter smelled like?”

“No! Spiderman!”

Due to the incessant ramblings the poured from Flash’s mouth in meaningless droplets of spittle. When Flash finally talked himself to sleep, you were able to get some semblance of rest. However you were woken up what felt like seconds little to a chorus of happy laughs. Eyes peeled open and you craned your neck over the back of the seat.

“I don’t know guys,” Peter sighed, quiet to your ears due to the seats between you and the group of friends. “Homecoming wasn’t as cool as I thought it would be.”

“You’re only saying that ‘cause Liz moved away,” Ned pointed out, “you can find someone else to go with.” You felt your breath catch in your throat at the words. Peter had been so enamored by Liz, but the girl had hardly given him a second glance. Their off-and-on pining, mostly on Peter’s part, set your jealousy to a boil. Memories of Peter’s stares shot towards Liz had made you sick, even then on the bus.

“Yeah,” Betty agreed, “I’m sure plenty of ladies would love to go with you, Peter.”

MJ scoffs, not once looking up from her book. “Sure.”

Betty gives the other girl a look of ‘you’re not helping’ but the glare is lost on MJ. You leaned back, rubbing at the ache in your neck. Snooping wasn’t worth the pain, so you settled in and decided to listen instead.

“You could come with us, as a group,” Ned suggested and you quirked your brow in slight interest. It could be an easy in to obtaining Peter’s phone for Flash’s planned sabotage. MJ scoffed again and the sound compelled you to search in what had amused her so. Neck craned once more, you peeked over the seat.

“I think I’m good, Ned. I’ll just….” Peter frowned and his eyes scanned around the bus to look for any well of possibility. His eyes met yours for a split second, enough to send you retreating behind you seat. “I’ll figure it out.”

“Heh, I’m sure you will,” you heard MJ quip. Sadly, the remark did not diffuse the tension that had so suddenly gathered on your shoulders. The lurch of the bus also did not aid in that feat, the vehicle chugged along and crossed state lines. Hours more of a drive loomed before you and you figured sleep would be a better distraction than anything else.

It was dark when the bus pulled up to the front, opened face of Midtown High. Not even the vibrant blue dotted around the school’s courtyard shone under the limited light. Smog from the city choked out the stars which left only dim lamp posts to supply light. Yet nothing to steer the familiar sight from your vision. You were finally home.

“Alright, grab your bags and file out,” Mr. Harrington chimed, visibly relieved to be back and have the responsibility taken away from him.

“My car’s here,” Flash grinned as he peered out the window. You eyed him until he sat back in his seat, returning the stolen space back to you. “What?” “You’re unbelievable,” you deadpanned, but Flash only smiled.

“Unbelievably han-”

“No, get up,” you interrupted and nudged Flash towards the edge of the seat. As you both wormed your way off of the bus, you felt eyes trained on you. Sparing a glance over your shoulder, you caught sight of Peter as he stared at you. He pale skin turned pink as he tore his eyes away. A strange smugness and pride flowed through you as your feet hit the pavement of the sidewalk. You tightened your grip on your bag and scanned around to see if your ride was there.

A frown found its way to your lips when you realized no one was there. Typical. As you waited, you watched as MJ reunited with her father who seemed just as aloof as his daughter. Just as you were about to start on your own way home, Flash rushed up to you with wide eyes.

“Alright, I’ve texted my contacts and the first part of the plan is in place. Are you ready?” You nodded, a new rush overtook your form.

Yeah, I’m ready,” you promised and Flash grinned. You were about to ask, again, who exactly Flash called his ‘contacts’ when you heard a shrill but light laugh. You glanced over your shoulders and saw a slim, brown haired woman with a large smile on her face as Peter embraced her. A refreshed stab of jealousy pierced the veil of confidence you had thrown over yourself. “Beyond ready.”

As it turned out, Flash’s plan truly did work. Whoever his mysterious contacts were, they had done the job: Peter was extremely late to practice. Reddened cheeks and mouth parted, Peter explained himself. Mr. Harrington stood as Peter talked on, hands on his hips.

“It was like some water spill, all the water fountains like-”

“Peter,” Mr. Harrington said a hand raised to put a halt to his rambling. You tore your eyes away for a brief moment to take in the expressions of the rest of the team. Flash was smug as he leaned back in his chair while the others watch Peter get chewed out. “We need you to be here, present, and ready. You know that.”

“I know,” Peter agreed, although his face was down turned. You suppressed your budding smile with a shiver, one that reminded you of your missing sweatshirt. The need for it would grow with the cold, but you had bigger things that occupied your mind. Peter found a seat beside MJ after the girl begrudgingly took her feet off of it with a slight glare. Mr. Harrington continued on, rattled off the reorganized team with you still leading B team in first seed. You bit at the inside of your cheek but when Mr. Harrington named MJ as first seed on A team, the pain is numbed.

“Why?” MJ asked as she looked up from her notebook where she had been drawing.

“You performed well at Ravenswood and…” he trailed off, eyes skirted over Peter then back to MJ. “And some attitudes and responsibilities need to be changed.” MJ spared a glance at Peter but remained silent, without a biting response for the first time in a long time. Pleased, Mr. Harrington dismissed the team who quickly fled the scene of Peter Parker’s metaphorical murder.

MJ pulled the object of attention to the side, her arms waved as she talked, cartoonish mannerisms and all. Peter’s wide brown eyes were glued to the girl before him in a way that made your stomach twist tight as rope. A snare drum in your chest beat wildly at the thought of Peter looking at you in the same manner.

“Go over there,” came a low hiss. You turned your head, only to be met by Flash’s wide eye jerking over to where Peter and MJ stood.

“What? Why?” A rush flooded your system and heat rose to your cheeks and rested there in full bloom.

��The plan,” Flash grumbled in an attempt to keep the volume of his voice low. “You need to get close, remember? Jeez, do you even want to be on A Team?” You glared at him and Flash shrunk back.

“Yes,” you snarled, “just give a minute, Johnson.” Flash, seemingly put at unsteady ease, backed up into the book shelves of the library and pretended to be busy. After you watched him feign intrigue in a book about toy dog breeds, you shifted your gaze back to Peter and MJ.

It seemed that they were in a hot debate, with MJ’s voice just barely audible as she spoke with, more like at, Peter, who took it kindly. A small, almost nervous smile played on his lips as he tried to counter whatever MJ said. That was your chance, that pause before he ever-so politely shook his head. You darted over and put a hand on MJ’s shoulder.

“Hey, sorry to intrude,” although you really weren’t, “but uh, MJ, have you seen a green sweatshirt? I brought it with me on the trip but I can’t find it.”

“I, you know, I-”

“Haven’t seen it. Sorry, Y/N,” MJ said, interrupting Peter as well. You shrugged and gave them both a half-hearted smile. Peter turned his eyes away when you met his gaze, lighting a flame within you. He couldn’t even bear the sight of you; you had nothing to lose.

“It’s alright,” you sighed, “what’s up with you guys?” You glanced between the two of them and a sudden, smug smile spread along MJ’s lips.

“Peter is Spiderman.”

“She thinks I’m Spiderman.”

“Oh…” you furrowed your brows and felt a smile form on your own lips before you broke into a fit of laughter. You curled over yourself, unable to stop the giggles that spilled out of your mouth like a broken hose. Finally, you were able and collected yourself. “No….”

“That’s what I keep saying,” Peter said as his eyes met yours, “I know him, with the Stark Internship but I’m like, actually him.” In the moment all laughter died in your soul and it was simply just you and Peter. Not even jealousy in regards to the internship could worm it’s way between the tension. Your mind was quiet and trained on Peter until MJ spoke up, that is.

“Okay, but Spiderman was in Washington and now Chicago, ready to save anyone from our team specifically. I can’t be the only one that thinks that it’s a little strange and too consistent to be a coincidence.” She glared over at Peter who shrugged.

“No, it can’t be him,” you added, your tone colder as you spoke. You tore your eyes from Peter’s when you saw the frown on his face. Spiderman had made you feel so safe but everytime you glanced at Peter insecurity fell into place. There was no way.

“Why? My theory is sound,” MJ rebuked, her arms in the air.

“Because he saved me,” you explained bitterly, “I don’t think Peter would do that. “ “What?” The question came from both MJ and Peter, whose eyes studied your features carefully.

“I mean, I haven’t been the nicest,” you admitted. Silently you hoped that it would give you an easy in with Peter, if you exposed your wrong doings in the past.

“No,” Peter said and your eyes lifted to meet with his. “Y/N, that doesn’t mean you’re not worth saving. Everyone makes bad choices, and I mean,” he scratched at the back of his neck, “you’re actually nice, Y/N. I mean, sometimes at least.”

“Thanks, Peter,” you replied, much too shy to meet his eyes in the moment.

“You’re pretty cool. I like-”

“You guys are disgusting,” MJ grumbled, her arms crossed over her chest as she glanced between the two of you. You wanted to tell her, explain to MJ that it was an act. That you’re acting this way and that you didn’t care what Peter thought of you, or his forgiveness; but you couldn’t. Then, you would be lying to yourself. “I uh...gotta go so,” Peter gave the two of you a small wave and started off. The heavy doors to the library opened and slammed behind him due to their weight.

“I-I didn’t mean for that to be awkward,” you started to ramble as you turned to MJ. She merely held up a hand and pouted.

“If I have to watch you two dance around your feelings I will hold it against you forever. I hate that stuff.”

“I don’t have feelings for Peter,” you mumbled, “I just felt bad.” MJ eyed you, her gaze skirting up and down your form until you felt bashful.

“Sure,” MJ drawled before she picked up her bag. “Wanna walk with me?”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you replied and grabbed your own bag from a nearby table. You followed MJ towards the doors Peter had just walked out and found yourself looking for Flash. His dark eyes met your gaze and gave you a proud wink as you followed MJ out the door.

The sky wasn’t too dark, as it was only a few hours after school had gotten out, but the growing cold warned you that soon, night would fall more swiftly; and that you would dearly miss your sweatshirt. You hugged your arms to your chest to combat what you could of the chill as you fell into step beside MJ.

“You really don’t think he’s Spiderman?” You gave the girl a side glance and gauged just how serious she was. Her straight-faced expression told you she was deeply invested.

“I don’t think so,” you murmured in reply, “I think it could be someone on the team but not Peter.”

“But he just happens to be gone when Spiderman is saving people. Like with you, when you were falling, Peter had rushed inside the tower beside he said his stomach hurt. He ran away when you were like about to die and then Spiderman just appeared. That can’t be a coincidence!” You greeted MJ’s assertion with silence as your mind flashed back to how the wind kissed your skin while you had dangled from the tower’s ledge.

“Yeah,” you muttered numbly, “I guess it is….”

“Oh, shit, sorry, Y/N. I just...I say whatever comes to mind when I’m passionate about something.” MJ gingerly rested a hand on your shoulder. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you said in the hopes of putting her at ease. “I’m alive right, thanks to Spiderman.”

“Yeah,” MJ replied, removing her hand, “whoever he is, I’m glad he was there.” You gave MJ a weak smile but one that was true despite it’s feebleness. You stopped suddenly on a street corner and MJ shot you a confused look.

“I live down this way,” you explained. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” “Yeah, have a goodnight, Y/N.” You nodded at you turned around to walk down your street. Soon the polished pavement became pockmarked with potholes and graffiti. Bright colors in familiar tones of blues and pinks, signs that you were headed back home.

All your movements felt as if someone else was making them. Almost drone-like, controlled by some inner force, you mounted the steps to the somewhat dilapidated apartment complex. An old woman sat on the bottom steps and fed the strays that gathered around her. The sight nearly warmed your heart, the cold metal of the door knob snuffed out the spark.

Once you were in your apartment, empty and devoid of life as usual, you headed to your room. You threw your bag against your bed and flicked on the light. Yellow tones from the bulb seemed to mock the idea of sunlight with it’s falseness as it created a sickly glow. A heavy sigh fell from your lips at the sight of your bed and one of relief when you laid down.

Your eyes were just about to close, your body ready to retreat in a dream world free from any schemes of boys that were too perfect to be good when you heard a tap against your window. White-hot fear tickled up your spine and down to your fingers as you slowly peeled your eyes open. There was no ghastly figure that waited outside but a plastic bag.

A blacksmith was hard at work in your ribcage as your heart’s hammering flooded your ears. Slowly, wearily, you swung your legs off of your bed until your toes hit the cool wooden floor. With your heightened alertness, you cringed at each step that released a creaking sound. You hoped that rushing to the window would eliminate the obvious sound but your swift steps only made it worse. Pressed up against the window, you waited, listened for any sign of intruders.

When you felt that the coast was clear, you lifted the glass. Finger curled under the frame and the chilly evening air that breezed through the Queens area made you shiver. You plucked the plastic bag off of your fire escape and took it inside.

Familiar green fabric, the color of deep evergreen pines entered your sight as you peered inside. Soft in your fingers and returned home was your sweatshirt. Your fingertips brushed against something sharp and you pulled back, taking a sticky note with you. Scribbled in rather sloppy handwriting was a greeting:

‘You left this in Chicago, Y/N - your friendly neighborhood Spiderman’

Your mouth fell open, unable to fathom the how and the why of it all. Spiderman knew you, where you lived, and that put your whole being on edge. Yet, on this edge, there was little fear of falling. You felt safe now that you knew he was there, that he knew you.

That wonderful sense of warm security was not outdone by MJ’s theory. How strange it is that when the team returns to the city, so does Spiderman. You pulled the sweatshirt over your head, the sticky note still clutched in your hand. For now, you pushed all ‘what ifs’ from your mind and let yourself rest with the knowledge that you weren’t entirely alone.

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The Last Day of Mediocrity

AKA, “Enter Marvin, Stage Left.”

Word count: 2382

Here’s a little ditty I like to call: Whoopsie, completely forgot to put these on Tumblr so now I’m posting three chapters in rapid succession. This is my take on Marvin’s creation, hope you enjoy!

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Marvin O’Sullivan paced around his apartment, talking animatedly on the phone. “It was great, you shoulda seen the kid’s face! I think Luke took a video of it. And we made so much cash, I’m gonna make my rent and then some this winter.”

“So what I’m hearing is ‘I had a great time, Emily, thank you for convincing me to go even though I was being a stubborn brat.” replied the phone.

Marvin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry for being a dick about it. But c’mon, cut me some slack! This was my first time leaving the country.”

“Well, that’s the kind of shit that happens when you’re homeschooled.”

“I’m not disagreeing.” Marvin snorted. He sat down on his sofa and started flipping through a book. “Really, Em, thank you for letting me take your spot.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it.” she said. “Gotta keep the talent fresh, am I right? Seems like it did you some good.”

“Yeah, it did. I got so inspired by the other performers there, I gotta jot some of these ideas down. Talk to you soon?”

“Sure will. Bye Marv.”

“Bye Em.”

Marvin hung up the phone and slumped back into the couch. He summoned his notebook and started writing.

quick change?

Art on stage for ambience ambiance

More riffing w/ audience

kid orented set?

balancing shit

Amethyst out of juice

Need more rosemary

Flashier teleportation: saltpeter, indigo? got a theme

buy coffee

Small flames

↑LOTS OF PRACTICE↑

Aura residue on cards

After a few minutes of brainstorming, he put down the notepad. If he was going to get

anything done, he needed to do some shopping. Which then lead to the hardest decision of any day.

What to do about his face.

He fiddled with the crude mask in his hands. Deal with disgust, or deal with disapproval? There was, of course, no good option. Either way people were going to stare at him. And normally he loved the attention. Hell, it was why he chose a career as a busker. But then, it was okay to be wearing a marker-covered mask from Poundland. At Tesco, not so much.

His hands automatically went to his cheek. Even after five years, the skin was scarred and rough. He remembered the doctor saying it would be that way for the rest of his life, never fully healing.

The flames around him grew higher as he screamed, Ma, please, help me!

He stopped that train of thought right in its tracks. He was better off now. He was a fairly successful performer, he was providing for himself. He had coworkers who respected him, and people at the local coven who said he was the most talented wizard they’d seen in years. Hell, he even went to Pride in Dublin last month! Everything in his life was flying in the face of those assholes.

He was strong. He was accomplished. He was magnificent.

“Fuck it.”, he muttered, pulling the mask over his face.

Today, he was going to be who he wanted, general public be damned.

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A few hours later, he returned to his flat, arms full of bags. He hung his mask up and shoved the door closed with his hip, making a beeline for his kitchen. The green light from the orb reflected off some of the cans and into his face, so he put those away first. Then he threw the beef in the fridge, restocked the butter, and shit, he was almost out of jam. Why didn’t he notice that this morning?

Finished with the groceries, he closed the pantry and grabbed the other bags. The more volatile plants would need to be stored carefully to prevent reactions, and he needed to grab some iron shavings for that new potion, and-

Wait.

Green glowing orb?

Marvin turned toward the TV, confused. Sure enough, there was a strange sphere floating above his sofa.

What the hell?!

He backed himself slowly into the wall. Thankfully, it didn’t react, but he still moved very carefully toward the hall. As soon as he figured he was out of its line of sight, he ran into his bedroom and slammed the door shut.

“Okay, okay, calm down.” he whispered. He couldn’t think of any recent spells that could have caused...that.

Which meant this was something else. An intruder?

He ran for his bookshelf. Panicking, he pulled out the largest book he could find and started flipping through it. “No... no...no, come on!” He dropped that one and grabbed another. Halfway through it, he found the section on wards. “Okay, okay, weak, strong, proactive.. ...reactive!”. Silently cheering, he went over the spell in his head. Nothing too complex, just some clove and mugwort. He dogeared the page, grabbed those herbs, and left his room.

The orb was still there.

Marvin cursed and laid the supplies in front of him. He opened the book and started to cast the spell.

“Cruinne beannaithe, iarr mé do chumhacht. Moladh dom neart agus rath a thabhairt dom.”

Purple energy began to swirl around him. He relaxed, but then noticed the other light source was growing brighter.

“Bacainn a chur in aghaidh olc. Cosain an teach seo ó dhaoine ar mian leo dochar a dhéanamh orm!”

His voice grew louder with fear. The things should have been weakening by now! He squinted, the light making it harder to read.

“Iarr mé go héasca-”

Just as he reached the climax of the spell, the light became overpowering. He dropped the book to cover his face, and his magic vanished. He could feel power swirling around him, foreign and uncomfortable. It grew brighter and more stifling, making him cry out, until suddenly there was a flash, and everything disappeared.

Including himself.

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Several miles away, he crashed to the floor. “Shit, shit, shit.” he muttered, scrambling for his spellbook. If he was quick, he could whip up a teleport before anyone noticed he was here-

“Uhh…”

Marvin whipped around. Standing in a doorway was a dumbfounded teenager, holding a steaming mug. He froze, still on his knees, grasping the book. “Hi….?” continued the teen.

Marvin was on his feet in a second. “I don’t know who you are, but let me go, now, and no one will get hurt.” he snarled. The other guy took a step back. “What? Let you go? You’re the one who materialized in my cousin’s flat!”

Marvin lowered his hands. “You didn’t summon me here?” he asked. “Then what was that light in my living room?”

“Light?” the kid repeated. He perked up. “Like a green, glowy orb thing?”

Marvin nodded. “Okay, great!” the other said. “I mean, not super great, cause I bet you’re confused as hell, but that explains a lot!” He fished a phone out of his hoodie pocket. “I’ll text Seán. He’ll need a few minutes to stop recording, but then he can help you figure stuff out. You’re probably Marvin, right?”

Marvin bristled. “How do you know my name?” he hissed.

Kid shrugged. “It’s kinda complicated.” He held out a hand. “I’m Jackie. You want anything to drink? There’s still hot water in the kettle, I think.”

“Sure.” he replied, shaking Jackie’s hand warily. Marvin followed him into the kitchen, not wanting to let this stranger out of his sight. “You cast the spell that pulled me here, then?”

“Pfft, nah.” Jackie snorted. “I can’t do magic. Not traditionally, anyhow. That’s Seán’s scene.” He pulled another mug out of the cupboard. “Earl grey cool?”

“And Seán is your...cousin? The one who owns the flat?” Marvin guessed, leaning against the wall.

“Eehhh…”Jackie replied. “Technically no? He’s got custody of me, but we’re not...exactly...related. At all.”

“Then why..?”

“So we may have fudged the papers a bit. But hey, no harm done, right?”

Marvin stared at him. “And you’re just telling me, a random stranger, this? Not a great way to stay in his custody.”

Jackie shrugged, pouring more tea. “You’re gonna be living with us anyway, so why not?”

“Wait, what the hell?” Marvin stood up suddenly. “How did you get to that conclusion?”

“Shit.” Jackie replied. “I didn’t mean it like that. I mean, usually people like us stick together. I think. I’m still the first one here, but with the others, it seemed like-” he stopped. “Marvin, you okay?”

Marvin wasn’t listening. What the fuck did he mean by that? He’d said he wasn’t trapping him here! He hadn't felt any wards when he’d got here, but Jackie had acted like he wasn’t leaving. How was he so calm about this? His chest was tightening. Was it darker magic that had brought him here? Was this Seán dude a warlock, had he brainwashed this kid? He couldn’t breathe. He didn’t want any exposure to corrupt magic. The last time that had happened…

What the hell are you talking about? Please, just help me!

“Hey, Marvin, dude.”

Marvin’s head snapped up. When had he sat on the floor?

Jackie knelt next to him. “You back with me?” he asked.

“Y-yeah.” Marvin stuttered, accepting Jackie’s help as he stood up.

Jackie nodded. “Great. You really spaced out there for a sec.”

Marvin rubbed at his face. “Sorry, I-” he stiffened. He didn’t have his mask.

Jackie backed up as Marvin started looking around frantically. “You need something or…”

“My mask. Did you see where it fell?”

Jackie shook his head. “I didn’t see any mask.”

“I need it.” Marvin insisted. He hated how standoffish he sounded, but this was important.

Jackie bit his lip. “I can go look, if that would help.”

“I need it.” Marvin repeated. “People are going to see.” See...see…

But Jackie had already seen his face. He hadn't been wearing it when the orb had shown up.

“Yeah, I got nothing.” Jackie said, returning to the kitchen. When had he left?

“Never mind.” Marvin said shortly.

“Are you sure? It sounded important-”

“Just drop it.” Marvin, pushing Jackie aside.

Jackie looked lost. “Oookay?” Then his phone dinged. “Oh! Seán’s finished recording. He’ll be down in a sec.”

Right. Fuck.

Marvin turned back to the living room. “So what exactly is going on?” he asked as they sat on the couch. His hands twitched, ready to cast at any moment.

“What did you need Jackie?” a new voice said.

Marvin turned. Standing in the hall was a man a few years older than him, maybe 25? He looked confused, but that changed to shock when he saw Marvin. “Oh.”

“Tada…” Jackie said, doing jazz hands in Marvin’s direction. He stopped when Marvin glared at him. “Where the hell am I?” he demanded, standing up. “He says you pulled me here. What the fuck do you want?” His hands glowed purple.

Seán raised his hands. “Calm down man. No one’s going to hurt you.”

Marvin’s eyes narrowed. “Explain. Now.”

“You know what a tulpa is?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Okay, so, as far as I can tell, sometimes the universe tries to make tulpas based on characters I do, but it gets lazy and just pulls someone similar here instead.”

Marvin stared at him in disbelief. “What?”

“Look, I don’t get it either. Jackie can vouch for me though, he got pulled here when I did a superhero character last month.” The teen waved nervously.

“What, and you think I’m like that? I’m human, not preternatural. Don’t pull that ‘magicians are a different race’ shit, that got disproven in the seventies.”

Seán pulled a face. “Hell no. I’m just trying to make an analogy. Nothing really fits with this situation.”

“Just...okay, fine, I’ll go along with this. For now.” Marvin said, rubbing at his face.

Seán stuck out a hand. “I’m Seán McLoughlin. Nice to meet you.”

Marvin shook it. “Marvin O’Sullivan.”

“Wait, wait?” Seán pulled back. “Holy shit, I haven’t seen you since we were kids! How have you been?”

“Huh?” Marvin squinted at him. Then it clicked. “Jack!?”

Seán beamed. “Yeah! Man, of all people...it’s good to see you.”

“Wait, you two know each other?” Jackie interrupted.

“The McLoughlins used to be some of the strongest magic users out there. My parents wanted connections, so we used to hang out.” Marvin explained.

“Yeah, I was the only kid in our family around his age, so we’d play together when the adults were talking.”

Marvin looked Seán up and down. He seemed to be doing pretty well for himself. He was almost as energetic and happy as he had been when they were kids. And if that hadn’t changed, well, he didn't seem like the type to deal with shady magic.

“Alright then. What was it you were saying about tulpas?”

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Marvin stared out the window of the bus. Thankfully, Seán had paid for his fare back to Galway, since he’d left his wallet in his flat. He’d be back to his place by midnight.

This was a lot to process. Meeting someone from his childhood like that, well, it had brought a lot back up. Stuff he’d rather keep buried. He’d burned most of those bridges, and the rest had been burned for him. Now, a lot of the wreckage from those fires was coming to light.

Oh yeah, and the whole “figment of the imagination” thing. That was a lot to take in too.

Still, it was nice to see Jack again.

Marvin looked down at his phone. Seán had given him his number if they needed to get back in touch.

Of all the people he used to be close to, Jack was probably the least asshole-y. Maybe talking to him more would be nice. Especially since they had similar backgrounds.

The drive to Athlone was short enough that he could travel it for a weekend.

He opened the texting app.

From: M. O’Sullivan

To: S. McLoughlin

M.O.: Hey, could I come back up in a few days? I’d like to hang out more.

A few moments later, the phone dinged with a reply.

S.M.: Sure thing! :)

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elizabeth-234 · 5 years

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The Supplejack

Chapter Two: The Sandwich Fiasco

Go to chapter One here!

Warnings: none

Word count: almost 4k

Summary: Peter Parker has been alone his whole freshman year but finds hope when Stark Industries announces a science competition. The prize? An internship with Tony Stark.

Hi everyone!! Hope you had a fabulous week. I am crazy busy with school right now and have responded to so many discussion boards (if you have online classes you know what I'm talking about) that I could do them in my sleep. Thank you for all the lovely feedback! :)

The refresh button on his email was worn out by the end of the week. His eyes were heavy and constant churning in his stomach were starting to wear on him. May knew right away that something was bothering him. The Belgian waffles stacked with strawberries and whipped cream perfumed the kitchen the morning after the presentation. Peter took his time cutting the waffle into small cubes and loading a piece of strawberry into each bed before dousing the whole structure with maple syrup. He was so engrossed in his building that the concerned glances his aunt were sending his way went unnoticed. It wasn’t until she reached over to still one of his hands that he realized how quiet the kitchen was. The fork clattered onto the table at the contact.

“Sweetheart, do you want talk about it?” Her eyes furrowed as she took in the dark circles painted under his eyes.

May had been upset when she was called in last minute, leaving Peter to go to the presentation alone. He had been lying on his bed when her voice pierced through the thin walls of their apartment. The feet padding back and forth in the other room were heavier than normal and her voice was tight. The day had marked in red on their calendar since Christmas for both of them, May knowing Peter would go all the way in the competition. A sick coworker and an adamant boss stood in the way. “May was their best” and “it was important that she came in today,” were some of the phrases used.

Peter heard as she tossed her phone onto the couch before making her way to his room. A tentative knock sounded and her head popped through the doorframe. His manual bent with ease against he covers as he observed her disappointed expression and set the conductor he was working on aside. The new stack of books he found at a thrift store caught her eye and she lingered to look over the titles. It was an assortment of genres and her eyebrows rose when she spotted a romance toward the bottom.

The bed dipped low under their combined weight, encouraging the two to lean against each other. Their shoulders touched and Peter leaned into the touch, smelling her familiar sweet perfume.

“Peter…” 

“It’s okay, May. I heard.” She played with the hem of his sheet not making eye contact. “I’ll be fine.”

The room was silent for a moment and Peter worried that he had said the wrong phrase. He knew how hard May worked for them, for him, and he didn’t want to be selfish with her time. Her hand rose and she carded her fingers through his bangs before running it down his cheek, leaving a trail of warmth whispered onto his skin.

“I know you will be sweetheart, but I said I would go. I was looking forward to being your cheerleader.” He swallowed down the growing knot in his throat not wanting May to see how much he needed her there; how much he wanted her to cheer him on.

“Me too but, uh, I could do it for you here. You know? It would give me some extra practice.” Her smile lit up the room and he couldn’t help but beam back, glad that he could cheer her up.

The coffee pot was refilled numerous times that night and their late night popcorn snack spilled all over the couch and floor. She had written and rewritten the words on notecards for him to use. He never had the heart to tell her that they had fallen to the ground at the beginning of the presentation and remained unused.

He hadn’t actually spoken about the presentation besides a simple fine when she asked. Even that small admission was difficult to articulate, not fully believing the words himself. It was paramount to act like everything was normal, like he wasn’t still suffering from embarrassment and dread. Peter wanted to see the same proud smile of hers light up the room when he told her the hopefully good news. He needed to be everything that she already thought he was and it was all riding on an email that hadn’t appeared. So he kept quiet and forced a piece of waffle down his throat; confident that they tasted wonderful but the morsel was stale against his tongue. By the time he was done his stomach protruded uncomfortably as he watched the water run down the plate and concentrate in the sink.

“I don’t want to talk about it but I need to do some homework…”  He responded.

“Say no more. I’ll finish up here. You go ahead.” Her cheek was warm against his lips and she patted his head before he ducked out of the room.

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It wasn’t until the following week that anything happened. His eyes were drooping in English, an atrocity that never happened before, but Austen just wasn’t keeping his attention today. Mr. Darcy would have to wait to deliver his letter until he could re-read the chapter tonight. The class got quiet when a head poked into the room, whispering to the teacher. Mrs. Brzozowski glanced at him and with a disapproving voice brought his attention forward.

“Mr. Parker, Principal Morita would like to see you in his office.”

He blank stare made her tap her fingers on the desk. “Now, Mr. Parker.” Her voice though not unkind left no room for argument and he scrambled to get his stuff; careful to watch his feet so he didn’t fall on the way to the door.

The anxiousness stifled the air and he had to stop and lean against the lockers. Had he done something wrong? He tried to recall anything that had happened in the last week but nothing came to mind. He had fallen asleep a couple times in Social Studies last week, maybe that was it?

The fire escape had become a sort of haven for him as his fears started to manifest themselves in his dreams. Beyond the time when May’s breath evened out and the apartments next door settled into quiet, he would crawl out of the window into the night. It made him feel small staring up at the sky. Reminded him that he was one of billions of people on a planet the size of a grain of sand in the sandbox that was the universe. Logically, he knew that wasn’t how it worked but the feeling seized him and sometimes when the sounds of the city washed over him, he could find reprieve. The rough brick supporting against his back and he would fall asleep for a couple of hours. But even those short intervals of rest weren’t enough and Social Studies was boring.

Mr. Washington wished him a good morning as he stepped into the office.

“You can go inside, Peter.” He said as he observed the boy shifting back and forth. He smiled in hopes of encouraging him forward.

Mr. Washington had been kind to him at the beginning of the year. When he had been lost in his grief it was hard for him to act in a socially acceptable way. Others felt uncomfortable around him, unsure of how to act, but Mr. Washington treated him like normal. He scolded Peter when he had skipped class and once when he got lost, helped him find his way to class. Sometimes he would stop before lunch and talk to the secretary.

Sighing, his knuckles rapped on the wood door before heading in. He kept his head down, worried about the look he would see in the principal’s eyes.

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Morita. I promise I won’t fall asleep again.” A throat cleared and he whipped his head up. The principal’s hands were steepled under his chin. Across from Morita was Flash. The two stared at him as he stood frozen in the doorway.

“Mr. Parker, please come in. There’s a seat next to Flash for you.”

Peter swallowed before sitting in the seat, making sure he was as far from Flash as possible. If the principal noticed the tension in the room he gave no indication. He sat flipping through some papers on his desk while Peter continued to worry. His expression was serious before landing on the two boys and then he smiled.

“Well boys. You did it.”

Peter’s heart dropped. Here he was sitting in the principal’s office, Flash with him, and the only option was that he was in trouble. Why else had he been summoned here in the middle of class? His breathing was uneven as he glanced over at Flash. Maybe he had blamed something on Peter? It wouldn’t be the first time. The boy was smirking and seemed to know what the principal was talking about.

“Um…” He had to cough to clear his throat. “Mr. Morita? What is this about?”

“It is with great pride that I can be the one to say that each of you have been chosen for the final rounds of the S.T.A.R.K. competition. In fact, Midtown is the only high school where both candidates were selected. Congratulations are in order boys. Good work and I know you will do Midtown proud in the final round. Now, it will be held…”

Peter’s heart felt like it simultaneously stopped and sped up at the same time. The beating crescendoed and deafened his ears from the incessant tone. He had done it. He made it to the final round. Instead of just glancing at the back of Mr. Stark’s head from behind a plant, he would get to share with his idol. He couldn’t wait to tell May.

One question bothered him. Why was Flash here? He had the burning urge to interrupt the principal and ask why it was Flash and not Seymour sitting next to him but he couldn’t. Glancing at Flash covertly to see if there was any surprise on his face yielded nothing. The question died on his tongue when Morita addressed them again.

“If there is nothing else I want to say I’m proud of the work both of you put in and to break a tibia in the upcoming rounds. We’ll be there, cheering you on.”

He stood to let them leave and they shuffled out of the office. Mr. Washington was behind his desk and waved goodbye.

He could hear Flash’s footsteps behind him and again the itch to ask came over him. Peter turned around to try and catch a glimpse of his classmate. The boy’s cocky attitude was gone and was replaced by a sulky teen. His question lodged in his throat once more. The mirror had reflected that face enough times for him to know that any question would not be received well. He hadn’t realized he had stopped walking until Flash halted right behind him.

“Dude. Parker. What’s the matter with you? Don’t just stop in the middle of the hallway.”

There was no way he could go back to class. The energy from the news was coursing through him making his hands sweat. The nights of restless sleep surged in him but instead of making him feel like he could sleep for years, he felt he had just taken a shot of adrenaline. Like he could take the world upon his shoulders. He was going to present The Weaver. He was going to the final rounds with Flash. What was the world coming to?

“Do you want to go get a sandwich or something?” He blurted out without thinking. And now he had just asked Flash to get lunch with him. He must really have lost it.

Flash, for his part, looked surprised. His brows furrowed, lips pressed in a straight line, as he searched Peter’s gaze. Finding no ulterior motive he shrugged his shoulders.

“Sure.” Peter did a double take to make sure it was the same Flash he had known all year before leading the way out of school. His fingers rang through the hair at the back of his neck as they walked toward the exit.

They awkwardly bumped shoulders through the doorway, which had Peter muttering an apology and Flash telling him to shut up. His tone lacked its normal harsh quality while delivering insults and Peter ignored it but regretted blurting out the invitation. Flash followed him on the sidewalks and through the throngs of people going about their day.

They turned into one of Peter’s favorite delis; though nothing was better than Delmar’s. Peter had been raised to always be polite and because he invited, attempted to pay for Flash’s sandwich only to have his hand slapped away. He muttered under his breath that he could pay for it himself and that he wasn’t poor. Peter’s face had heated and cursed himself for asking Flash of all people to do this.

Not wanting to be stuck sitting at a table with Flash they ate and walked. The awkwardness between them was muted by the distraction of food but once they were done Peter was at a loss as to what to do and the awkward feeling in his stomach clenched around the ingested sandwich.

The whole situation was bizarre. How was he supposed to try and talk with Flash, someone who didn’t like him, if at times he had a hard time opening up to someone who did? Any attempts at conversation had been rejected by Flash and he remained silent for the rest of the time alarmingly conscious of the other boy’s actions. After all this was one of his bullies at school. He had to pinch himself to make sure this whole sandwich fiasco he had created was real. The boy was staring straight ahead and seemed to not feel the turn of Peter’s thoughts. They turned around the corner and the school came into view.

“So, uh, this was...”  

“Don’t you dare say nice, Parker.”

The year worth of stomping down on his emotions, of being to afraid to say anything, and letting others walk over him came to a head. His hands shook as he stuffed them into his pockets. Why did Flash hate him so much? Peter rounded on the boy who took a step back.

“You know what, Flash. I don’t know what I ever did to you and I’m sorry but I’m sick and tired of you being so mean. What did I ever do to you? And doesn’t it ever get tiring being negative all the time? I’ve been trying to be nice all day although I don’t know why because you’ve been terrible all year and this has just been a pain. I get we are not friends. You have made that abundantly clear, so, sorry about today.”

His steps were heavy against the pavement and he tried to funnel his rage out with every step as he left the boy speechless in the middle of the sidewalk. Peter couldn’t believe he had just spoken to Flash like that. It felt good, releasing all that tension. Sure, there had been an apology in there somewhere but he felt lighter for having spoken. He only hoped that his little speech wouldn’t cause trouble for him later.

He didn’t realize that Flash had caught up to him until he felt fingers close around his arm. Instinctively he tensed up. Finger by finger the grip removed itself and Flash stepped around to face Peter who was busy staring at the ground.

“Don’t be such a wimp, Parker.” He said and Peter sighed, turning to walk away again. “Wait, look man. Today was fine, so thanks. And I, uh, wouldn’t say no to doing it again.”

That was unexpected. Peter briefly glanced at Flash before looking down. There was a small gleam of hopefulness in his eyes that Peter had glimpsed. Was Flash trying to be nice? There had been no apology, for anything, but he had said he would do it again. For Flash that was down right saintly but Peter was still weary. He thought he would be stupid if he weren’t after the year he had undergone.

“Uh, maybe, Flash. I’ve got to go actually but I’ll see you at the finals.” He looked up to see how the boy would take his response and couldn’t quiet read what was there but they nodded at each other and turned to go opposite ways. Flash toward the circle drive where a valet was waiting to come get him and Peter hurried to the subway, walking down the steps and into the underground tunnel. He couldn’t believe the day he just had and couldn’t wait to tell May what had happened.

His freshman year had dragged by at a snails pace. Not only had he lost Ben but he was at a new school and everyone steered clear of him besides Flash and his buddies, including Seymour. They had taken it on themselves to lay down the welcome mat for Peter but this time they pulled it out from under his feet.

What was the most bothersome to him was that there was no reason for it. They had just taken a dislike to him and Peter had nothing else but to assume it was his looks or personality in some way that made them hate him. He had taken it to heart and felt like if he could just be less of himself, they would like him. The worst of it all was that he cemented these feelings in. Kept them bricked up so that May wouldn’t worry about him.

He ducked under a broken fence and winded through an alley to get to the stairs to his apartment, which sagged under his light footing as he made his way to the door. The key swept out from under the fraying matt with ease. He had to pull the door toward him before pushing it hard with his shoulder to get it to open.

May wasn’t home yet and he walked around the empty apartment not taking any notice of the facedown picture frames or faded paint. After going through the day a couple more times he made it to his bedroom. The bed groaned as he threw himself on the mattress, it bounced once before going concave. He plucked Austen from his backpack and was sucked into a whirlwind of romance and miscommunication.

Peter was knocked out of his thoughts by the sound of the door being slammed open and keys clattering onto the island counter.

“I’m home, Peter.” May yelled from the entrance and he bolted from the room. His nerves making his actions jerky and he hit his toe on the door jam. Jumping up and down he made it to where May was standing and took her purse. He helped he out of her light jacket before hugging her tightly.

May gave the best hugs. Ask anyone and they would tell you that her hugs could heal the world. He thought if he could inherit anything from her, even though they weren’t blood related, it would be that. She laughed and patted him on the back.

“Hi sweetie. Not that I’m complaining but what was that for?” She asked while stroking his cheek.

Peter ducked his head. The words he wanted to say were stuck in his mouth. A whole year of work had led up to this and he didn’t want to disappoint her. Didn’t want to disappoint Ben. She could see the confusion in his eyes and led them over to the couch pushed into the corner of the living room. The workout mats that May had used were strewn about in the middle of the room. It creaked under their weight and they ended up lying on it more than sitting.

“Peter, sweetheart. What is it?”

“I, uh, skipped half of school. I’m sorry.” She looked surprise but May could see there was something else.

“Okay, is there anything else you want to tell me?”

He fidgeted with the hem of his sweatshirt before looking into her eyes. There was nothing but concern and love there. It was just May, he thought. He had nothing to be scared of. Nothing. And yet this seemed almost as terrifying as presenting in front of the judges the other day. With a deep breath he tried to focus, to sound strong but his words came out as nothing more than a mumble.

“I got into the final round.” He sat as it sunk in. She was too still, too quiet.

He was shocked to find wells of water gathering in her eyes. She blinked at him and the wells overflowed and embraced her cheeks and neck. A shaky smile stole over her face.

“I, uh, May?” Instead of replying she threw her arms around him and Peter was reminded of all those times as a child she had held him. When he had been hurt or just needed some extra love May was always there for him. Even now, though he was older, she knew when something was wrong and would unobtrusively gift him with her hugs. She whispered all sorts of congratulations and told him how proud she was. Peter let her hold him. He reveled in it and they sat together for a while. Slowly, she sat back and he could feel the weight of her hand on his shoulder as she looked at him.

“Peter, I am so proud of you. No matter what happens I just know that Ben will be looking down and be proud of you as well. I love you, Sweetheart.”

His nerves, for the time being, were covered by a blanket of love that May had woven. Dinner was quiet and he returned to his room to finish up some homework and try to fall asleep.

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He could feel his heart pounding like staccato notes in his chest as he woke up. His muscles were tense and he could feel the sheets sticking to his limbs. The dream slipped away before Peter could remember, the sickly haze covering him the only indicator he had dreamed anything.

It felt like a great weight was pressing down his chest making it impossible to expand his lungs. The walls felt tighter and he reached a hand out to press against the wall so they wouldn’t shrink anymore. He squeezed his eyes shut hoping that they would be back to normal but at the count of ten they enclosed in on him further. Peter’s breaths were ragged and he abandoned his attempt to stop the shrinking. With shaky hands he tumbled out of bed and grasped the window, panicking when it wouldn’t budge. It snapped open with one last push and he fell out the window. His lungs expanded and stung with the cool air.

The railing was cold beneath his hands with the spring climate and he settled on the stairs. His legs were free to move through the air as he sat leaning his head through the slots.

The sounds of the city echoed around him as his thoughts reeled. His phone screen shone bright on his face as he once again refreshed his email. On seeing a notification his breath caught. If it had been real, the envelope would have been torn open immediately. He could hardly believe he was seeing the correct return address. All the details sat innocently on the screen in front of him and his eyes viciously ravaged them for their content. If it hadn’t been official before it was now. He was participating in the final round and then it would be decided.

He, Peter Parker, was going to Stark Towers.

Thank you!

Chapter Three: Meeting Aunt May

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Of Saints and Sin: Chapter 5

Fall Out Boy mob boss AU

Warnings: cursing, violence

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Patrick pretended not to notice the significantly fewer number of people. Of course, it bothered him but that wasn’t something he could focus on. When he called this meeting a few hours ago, he had prepared himself for the worst. This wasn’t the worst. He could be alone.

The new meeting room was larger than the other one, maybe that was the reason the room seemed so empty. That’s what he tried to convince himself of anyway. He took a deep breath and stepped up to the platform.

“There’s no point in beating around the bush. I know you can all tell that people are missing.” He watched a few people look around and nod. “So, we need to regroup. I’m going to have all of you check in before we leave. Let us know what area you reside in and any ideas for fixing this problem.” He didn’t hear any immediate objections.

“The Snakes are moving in on territory faster than originally presumed. We need reinforcements. Protect your borders and do your best to keep civilians out of this mess.”

“Look, I respect you and shit, but I don’t get your mindset,” a voice called. Patrick looked around and a small circle had formed around a woman probably in her forties. “How we supposta make money to help if we don’t collect debts from when we were sellin’ drugs?” There were a couple echoes of agreement.

Patrick tapped his finger a couple times, thinking. It wasn’t an unreasonable request but most of the places they were referring to didn’t have the money to pay back the debts. He heard on of the guys shift behind him.

“I understand. Help them get a job to pay it off. And no interest. It’s going to take longer but it’s what’s right. I can help foot bills for now.” The woman nodded and signaled for him to continue. “I also need eyes and ears. I’m going to be looking for Snake hideouts and destroying them. I need backup.” A few glances were tossed around, skeptical.

“I’ll take what I can get. I won’t force anyone to do anything.” He saw a couple shoulders relax.

“You got my militia,” a younger guy said. “We been looking for reasons to beet up them Snakes. Takin’ shit that ain’t theirs. Just tell me when and where, Boss.” Patrick cracked a smile, hoping it looked appreciative and not relived. This was not a place for weakness.

“I can send help, too.” Patrick’s eyes snapped toward the back. V stood there, with the guy from the first night he went to her club by her side. “I have my fair share of trained people.” He nodded.

“We don’t need it all figured out right now. But support is the thing that we need to beat this. And maybe this is cheesy, but I’ve been known to be a cheesy guy,” a chuckled ran through the group, “As long as we support each other and stick together, we will figure it out. I will not let this die. If for no one but my brother and the things he tried to do.” The group clapped and began to discuss among themselves. Patrick turned toward his friends.

“I need you three to take down names and sections. I’m going to try calling Smyth.” The three of them nodded and made their way to the table set up at on of the side walls.

Patrick stepped out into the hallway, pulling his phone out. He scrolled until finding Smyth and tapped his name. It only rang once before going to voicemail. Great. He had either been blocked or his phone died. He bet more on the former. He leaned against the wall and ran a hand through his hair.

Patrick just hoped he didn’t drive him off.

A couple weeks passed with little action from either side. There was the occasional skirmish between gangs but nothing was ever lost or gained. Patrick sipped on a whiskey while reading over new intel. A new base was located but it appeared empty other than a Snake going in and out.

“Maybe they have underground walkways or something. It’s not unheard of,” Joe offered. Pete was off with Mana again and Andy was out with the militia group tracking down hideouts.

“I won’t rule it out. I’m just frustrated. Every single base we’ve found seems empty. It’s weird.” Joe nodded in agreement.

They sat in silence a bit longer. Eventually Joe stood and moved to stand behind Patrick, reading over his shoulder. Patrick knew he had read these already so why did Joe feel the need to stand right there.

“Can I do something for you,” Patrick asked, drumming his fingers in irritation.

“You should relax or something. Why don’t we go to the shooting range?” It had been a while since he’d gone. But shooting wasn’t something that relaxed him.

“I appreciate the offer, but I need to finish reading. Besides, the range is out in the suburbs.” Joe hummed and stepped back.

“Could call V over here I guess,” he said mockingly.

“Go fuck yourself.” He hadn’t talked to her since the meeting. Maybe he should call her. Not for anything improper of course, just to talk. He couldn’t be focused on her right now anyway. Something wasn’t adding up with these bases.

Patrick leaned back and ran a hand through his hair. They were all over the place. And as far as Patrick could tell, only around the edge of the city. What was their plan? The meeting had showed him exactly where their new borders were, and it was pretty much just north of the loop, save for some stuff out west, like V’s club.

He hadn’t tried to get back to the building in Pilsen yet. When they ran a couple weeks back, they seemed to be moving an awful lot of things into the building. Patrick wondered if that was the new head of operations. Now it was out of reach. Too far out of his territory. Sending a group or even the guys would be a suicide mission. They had to take it back slowly.

A knock from the door made him look up. Joe wandered over to it hesitantly. He pulled the door open, a hand on a knife in his back pocket. The young man that offered his militia stood there, covered in blood. Patrick jumped up and rushed to him.

“What happened, Eli? Are you ok? Where’s Andy?” His body shook as he dropped his head.

“I’m so sorry. We were ambushed. Some didn’t make it—” Patrick grabbed his shoulders.

“Where. Is. Andy.” A tear slipped down his face.

“We don’t know. He ran in to save some of our guys. He told us to leave him,” he stumbled out. Patrick released him slowly. A cold fear took over his body. He had to find him.

“Where were you ambushed? I’ll go negotiate for survivors,” he said quietly. He turned to Joe. “Take him to the infirmary. Then meet me back here. We’re going to get them.” Joe nodded and helped Eli out.

Patrick clenched his fists as the door clicked shut. He would not loose Andy. He cursed under his breath and texted Pete. He then clicked on the messages he sent to Smyth. Only one text since he disappeared.

I’m taking some time off.

Patrick had sent him brief updates but they never got a reply. He was pretty sure it was Smyth who told him that there was no time for time off when working with the mob, but Patrick wasn’t going to push him. He tapped out a quick plea for help.

We just suffered a loss of some militia. Andy was with them and it’s unclear if he’s alive. I could use your help.

Patrick flinched at the thought. He didn’t want to think that way. He jumped slightly as the phone buzzed with a message. But the spark of hope faded quickly when he saw it was just Pete.

Back in ten minutes.

Not that a response from Pete wasn’t a relief, but it was like he was losing a brother all over again. If Andy was gone too… he wouldn’t survive.

“I’m telling you. Your boss is gunna flip his shit if you bring me back with you,” Mana said as Pete blew through another almost red light.

“He can get over it. There’s more important crap to worry about. Besides, I’m sure if you tell him that your brother tried to contact you, I’m sure he’d listen.” She sighed heavily.

“Mind slowing down so you don’t kill us?” Pete shook his head. Not at a time like this.

He glanced in his rearview mirror. A car had been tailing him the past few days, and he recognized it as the cop who pulled him over a couple weeks back. He had mentioned it to Patrick, but he had been scolded and told to “play nice.”

He sighed and whipped into the parking lot of the building. Him and Mana stepped out and jogged into the building. The first floor was quiet, but Pete could tell that everyone was on edge. Suddenly, there was yelling coming from the front desk. A woman stood there with her hands planted squarely on the counter.

“Where is he? My boy didn’t come home and I ain’t leaving until I get an explanation.” Pete didn’t recognize her. Must have been a recent recruit’s family. The woman sitting at the desk glanced toward the two of them, looking for help.

This didn’t go unnoticed by the woman of course. She spun and stormed up to Mana and Pete, looking furious. Understandably so. Mana stepped closer to Pete, touching his arm.

“I know her… I would see her talking to some Snake dealers. She hadn’t been around for a while, so I assumed she died or got clean or… something.”

“You! It’s your fault he ain’t come home yet! Where is he? He ain’t done nothing!” Pete raised his hands in surrender. An effort to get her to calm down.

“Look. Why don’t you give me a name and I can talk to my boss? But we are a bit busy right now—” She slapped him. Pete blinked in surprise, suddenly starring at a wall.

“What is your problem lady,” Mana yelled at her. “I know you’re upset but fucking hell. Chill and maybe he’ll help you.” She grabbed his hand.

“You shut up little bitch. All these gangsters are good for is robbin’ kids and fucking whores,” she spat. Pete glared at her.

“Don’t talk to her like that. Give me a name. And maybe I can find your son. But if you continue to go on like this, you can just forget it.” His cheek stung. A few tears ran down her face.

“No. I wanna talk to the boss himself!” Pete scoffed.

��This ain’t retail lady. My job isn’t to make you happy. It’s to follow orders from my boss and right now, I got some pretty important ones. You walk back over to that nice lady at the desk, apologize, leave a name and phone number, and we’ll get back to you as soon as we can,” he ended sarcastically.

It was her turn to blink in surprise. Pete used that opportunity to pull Mana away towards the elevator. Obviously, the woman didn’t recognize Mana, and if what she said was true, he would have to make sure she didn’t get anywhere near Patrick. Pete trusted Mana. She had given him no reason to think otherwise.

The doors to the elevator shut between them and the floor. The usual silence took over. Until Pete noticed that she hadn’t released his hand. He cleared his throat and squeezed her hand gently. She jumped and yanked her hand away. Not hard but it made him grin.

“Are you that repulsed by me,” he joked. She shook her head.

“Not at all actually.” Pete glanced over at her, a small smile sitting on her face.

He guessed they had become friends. Joking back and forth and having weirdly normal conversations. As normal as they could anyway. Politics and the like. They shared a similar music taste and had fun discussing old versus new music.

They stepped out of the elevator and hurried down the hallway. The door to Patrick’s office was cracked open slightly. Pete pushed it open to see Joe and Patrick. Patrick was drumming his fingers on the table.

“Alright, I’m here. So, what’s the plan.” Patrick opened his mouth but shut it quickly when he noticed Mana. Here we go. Pete thought.

“Did something happen,” he asked her. She nodded and stepped in front of Pete.

“My brother tried to contact me. If you are willing to hear me out, we could probably come up with a plan to capture him or something.” Pete looked between Mana and Patrick. He seemed to consider it for a second.

“Maybe. But we’ll handle that after we find Andy.” Mana nodded and moved toward the wall. Patrick sighed and looked between them.

“It’s just going to be us three. I’m not losing anyone else today. We are going to the base they were looking into and requesting an audience with the leader of that section. The idea is that I can buy them back. Hopefully.”

Pete and Joe nodded. But Pete wasn’t too sure how well this had been thought through.

“I know you’re worried, but are you sure it’s smart for us to go alone? What if it’s a trap or something?” Patrick thought for a moment.

“It’s a risk I have to take. What kind of leader am I if I just leave them?”

“I understand the sentiment, admire it even, but I don’t think you’re thinking rationally,” Pete said cautiously.

“Already tried. Can’t talk him out of it,” Joe said. Patrick shot a glare at Pete and he raised an eyebrow.

“Well I’m not the only one with questionable rationality. So, we do this my way, and everything will be fine.”

Patrick ran a hand through his hair as they made their way up to the building. He tried to ignore the splatters of blood on the pavement and pretend they were paint. Joe and Pete held their guns firmly, flanking him. He wore a bulletproof vest just in case but those didn’t always work.

He pushed open the door and stepped inside. Anyone that was in the building stopped and stared at him. Some looked on in fear, others disgust. He didn’t see any familiar faces immediately but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t.

“I’m lookin’ for whoever runs this place. They have something that belongs to me.” He looked around, and no one moved.

Patrick sighed and walked over to the receptionist. A kid. Couldn’t have been older than eighteen. What a shitty first job. Of course, this was technically Patrick’s first job too. The kid tapped his fingers nervously.

“Look kid. I won’t hurt you. Just need you to call your boss down here,” he said. He didn’t move. “Why don’t you come work for me instead? I can promise you’ll be safer.” He shook his head and started mumbling.

“Can’t. Family. Please hold on.” He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

“Th-this is the front desk… um… that boss guy is here. He wants to speak with Trip.” There was a yelling from the other side of the phone and all the blood drained from his face. The name. The kid had let it slip. A sector leader wasn’t as bad but could be grounds for serious maiming.

He placed the phone down and Patrick watched as his shoulders shook. He looked back at Joe and he nodded. Get the kid out. Patrick leaned in close.

“Did they threaten you,” he whispered. The boy hesitated then nodded. “Ok. You’re going to leave here with Joe. He will keep you safe. I’ll talk with you more later.”

The boy’s eyes widened, but when he realized Patrick was serious, tears began to well up. He hurried out from behind the counter. Joe grabbed his arm and looked back at Patrick.

“Be safe. Pete, don’t you dare let anything happen. All three of you better come back.” Patrick gave him a small smile.

“You too. Get out of here.” The two of them hurried out of the building like most of the others in the room. Patrick placed a hand on the gun at his side. The elevator dinged open and a group of guys strolled out. All armed but without a care in the world. Patrick glared. He couldn’t pick out the leader.

“Which one of you is Trip?” The tallest of the group stepped forward. Patrick sometimes cursed his genes.

“Where’s that punk kid? We got orders to kill em’.” None of them were Trip. They were smarter than they seemed.

“Gone. Now you have some of my guys locked up. I’m here to get them back. That’s why I need to talk to him.” The tall one scoffed.

“Yea we know why you here. But any negotiating can be done through us.” Patrick clenched his jaw.

“A nice thought but I need to see all of them before I make my offer.” The group exchanged looks, trying to determine if it was a good idea. Patrick hoped they went along with it.

The tall guy pulled out his phone and tapped out a sentence or two. Patrick assumed he was communicating with Trip. The reply was instant and a lazy but evil grin split across his face.

“We got a few of ‘em here. Why dontcha tell us which you want the most?” Patrick felt his eye twitch in annoyance. He immediately thought “Andy,” but he couldn’t say it. They wanted to find a weakness. The guy looked behind Patrick to Pete.

“This the right hand? Don’t look so scary. It’s a simple question.” It wasn’t simple and they knew it. They would most likely kill whoever he chose.

“Fine. Bring them out and I’ll tell you.”

“No names for us? Sorry, but that ain’t gunna fly pretty boy. We’ll kill them all.”

“Boss…” Pete said from behind him.

“How much do you want for all of them? A million? Two?” A smirk settled on his face and he jerked his thumb upwards. More than that. Patrick could only give up so much. He needed to hold on to some finances. He needed them to name a price so he could negotiate it down.

“Call your boss. Let me talk to him. I’m done with him being a scared little bitch.” Patrick yanked his gun out of is holster and aimed it at the tall guys head. “Think fast. Before you can’t think anymore. And I don’t miss.”

Patrick didn’t miss all the barrels that were now pointed at him. But they couldn’t kill him. If they did then Reggie would have all of their heads. He noticed movement in the corner of his eye. Pete had probably taken aim at the group.

“You’re out numbered pretty boy. And just cause we can’t kill you doesn’t mean we can’t hurt you.” A gun fired, and Patrick stumbled back at the sudden pain in his arm. Almost instantly, the guy that fired had a bullet through his head, curtesy of Pete.

“You dumbass,” Pete mumbled to him. Patrick remained standing and ignored the throbbing in his arm.

“I won’t go any higher until I see all of them alive.”

The door burst open behind them, making the group in front of them all look over. Patrick risked a glance behind him. He had to stop himself from smiling too wide.

Smyth stood there with the remaining militia group, guns drawn and looking pissed as hell. They stormed in and surrounded the group. The tall guy looked annoyed as him and his group dropped their weapons. Smyth moved in front of Patrick.

“You’ll have to forgive our manners. But we have what we came for and need to leave.”

“Boss. Relax and let’s go.” Patrick turned at Andy’s voice. He was beat up but didn’t look like any serious injuries. Patrick nodded and returned his gun to his hip.

“Move out,” he called. The militia surrounded them as they hurried out of the building and towards the waiting cars.

Patrick wouldn’t step into a car until he watched everyone leave that building alive. He owed them that much for coming to save his sorry ass.

He got more fidgety as the group poured out. Smyth was the last one out of the building. No one followed him out as he half jogged over to Patrick.

“You owe me. I was enjoying some time down south where it’s not so fucking cold in October.” Patrick tried not to laugh. He knew Smyth was being sarcastic and he would get another stern talking to. They hopped in the last car and drove back to headquarters.

“I can’t believe you would be so stupid! Why would you go in there with no back up? It’s like you’re trying to die!” Smyth paced the room. All four of the guys were being lectured this time.

“I mean, you did kinda bail on us,” Pete mumbled.

“Just because I wasn’t here doesn’t mean you should be stupid! It’s not my job to keep you in line, as I said before Patrick.” Patrick nodded and flinched as Mana wrapped his arm in gauze. He looked over at Andy, who he had insisted get bandaged first.

“I’m sorry I put you all through hell recently. It won’t be like this anymore.” Joe came over and slapped his back.

“We’ll hold you to it, Trick.”

“That’s all fine and great but how exactly are you going to fix this mess? You brought that kid back here and there’s a damn bounty on his head.” Mana tied off the bandage and stood.

“Let me help,” she said. Patrick raised an eyebrow at her. “I might know him. If he sees a friendly face, he could open up.” Patrick looked back at Pete.

“It’s a good idea but I don’t think he’ll have much problem talking if we promise to protect him,” Pete said. Patrick watched her clench her fists. Maybe she really did want to help.

“You said your brother tried to contact you? Did he leave a message of any kind?” She nodded and pulled her phone out. Patrick could have smacked Pete. She wasn’t supposed to have access to her phone.

She handed it to him, the voice mail open. He put it on speaker so everyone else could hear it.

Hey baby sister. Ain’t you done hangin with the north siders? Why don’t ya pass on some info to me and maybe I’ll let you live? Let me know.

Patrick clenched his jaw. This was easily a trap. If she got anywhere close to him, she would die. Even if he didn’t totally trust her, he wouldn’t send her on a suicide mission.

“Let me meet with him.” Patrick didn’t even get a word out.

“Out of the question!” Pete moved stiffly toward her. Patrick looked between the two cautiously. “You don’t need to be a martyr. We’re professionals and can figure something else out.” Her eyes flashed in anger.

“I refuse to just sit on the sidelines! Did you forget that this is my fight, too?” Her statement wasn’t wrong. Patrick shared a look with Smyth.

“But you don’t need to fight it. I said I would keep you safe,” Pete snapped out. Patrick watched his face as the realization of what Pete had said dawned on him. Pete cleared his throat and a light blush dusted his cheeks. “We promised to keep you safe if you helped us. And you have. So just stay out of it.”

Mana stared at Pete, silently challenging. Patrick knew that Pete wasn’t one to give up when it came to what he wants. He would argue to his death. Mana glared and turned to Patrick.

“You’re the boss. You decided what happens. But this is my problem too and I shouldn’t be left out of the whole revenge process.” Patrick sighed. Pete was practically pleading him to not let her help.

“You know that your brother isn’t going to let you live right? No matter what information you give him. I won’t let you meet with him alone. It’s suicide. I’ll figure out another way you can help.” Mana clenched her fists.

“Yea. Just let the men do the work? Bull shit. Y’all can’t seem to do anything right.” She scoffed and crossed her arms. “And I thought you were supposed to be progressive.”

Patrick flinched at the accusation. Maybe she could hold her own but what if it backfired like everything else he had been doing lately? Patrick ran a hand over his face and looked between the other guys.

“Mana. Give us a second please,” Patrick said slowly. He nodded to Smyth who ushered her out the door. Once it clicked shut again, Pete spoke.

“You can’t seriously be thinking of going through with her plan?”

“You said so yourself that it was suicide,” Joe added. Patrick scratched his head then looked to Andy for his input. He just shrugged, seeming to agree with the other two.

“This might be the shot we need. If we can get him to relax around her, we can take him out. She’s the one who wants to help.” Pete laughed humorlessly.

“You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m going to let her out of my sight.” Patrick placed his hands in his pockets as calmly as he could.

“In case you weren’t listening, she did say she could take care of herself. I’m amazed she hasn’t given you the slip yet, since you’re the one so keen on breaking my rules for her.”

Pete stormed up to him, grabbing his vest and glaring. Patrick stared right back. This could easily turn into a challenge of power. While it wasn’t what he wanted, he would do what needed to be done.

“Guys—” Joe started, but Patrick shot him a silencing glance. This was between him and Pete.

“If you want to say something, say it,” Patrick recited calmly. Their faces only inches apart, he could see the worry and rage in Pete’s eyes. Patrick didn’t blame him for being worried, but his feelings were getting in the way of his better judgement.

Patrick pulled his hands out of his pockets to grab his arms. He watched as Pete clenched his jaw and blinked. No challenge today. He pushed Pete away, but not hard. Andy and Joe relaxed.

“Now. Will you help me come up with a reasonable plan to take this guy out?” Pete sighed and nodded.

“Anything, Trick.” Patrick smiled and moved to open the door. Mana was sitting on the floor while Smyth just looked tired. He looked pointedly at the chair and then back to Mana.

“You didn’t have to sit on the floor ya know,” he said. She stood and faced him.

“Well I’m basically a prisoner so I figured I shouldn’t sit on such a nice seat.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. He held open the door as he invited her back in.

“Mana,” he said, making her face him again. She raised an eyebrow as he stuck out his hand. “Call me Patrick.” It took her a second to process what was going on, but she returned his handshake with a firm grip.

“Got a plan then, Boss,” she asked with a smile? Patrick thought for a moment.

“Not completely but I’m hoping we can work something out.”

The group sat at the meeting table and shot ideas off each other. The arguments between Mana and Pete didn’t get any better. He refused any idea that involved Mana meeting with Reggie. Patrick tried not to get between them but it was getting ridiculous.

“I swear you have a death wish. Talk about naïve,” Pete spat at her.

“Enough!” Smyth stood suddenly. Patrick raised his eyebrow but was willing to let this play out. Pete looked shocked and almost insulted that he would be interrupted by anyone but Patrick.

“Pete. You need to come off this hero, knight in shinning armor shit. She grew up in this damn business just like you did. Quite frankly I’m embarrassed for you. How can you even act like this anymore?” Smyth sighed and dropped back into the chair. Patrick watched Pete clench his jaw.

“Right. Now where were we…”

#mob boss au #fall out boy fanfiction #masking our bruises #mob boss patrick #feedback always appreciated #fall out boy imagine #this is a shorter chapter but i just wanted to get it out #shits gunna start next chapter

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earth-ambassador-jim · 6 years

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The Missing Month Chapter 2

Loops 4-7

This is a fanfiction that explores what happened during the first 30 time loops that Jim was in in the episode D'Aja Vu.

AO3 - Fanfiction

Jim sped down the street on his Vespa. No sign of Porgon so far. He had to be hiding in some dark corner, but where?

There was a ping from his cell phone. He glanced down to see Toby was reporting that he had cleared one street and was starting on the next.

That had been Claire’s idea. Since Jim was the only one, as far as they could tell, who remembered the time loop it made sense that all information should be reported to him. That way they didn’t have to backtrack on the next loop.

Right now they were systematically searching the town to figure out where Porgon was. For the moment he was their main suspect for the cause of the timeloop.

“It’s always that blue flash!” Jim complained as he paced the kitchen.

Toby and Claire watched him from the bar.

“Clearly it’s a clue, Master Jim!” Blinky commented, taking another bite out of his whip cream slathered wrench.

“Clue,” AAARRRGGHH echoed watching with interest.

“It must be the source of this disturbance. We must observe it carefully and find its source!”

“But how? My memory isn’t that great and it’s hard enough keeping track of the places we’ve cleared.” Jim sighed and flipped the bacon. “I’m so tired of today.”

“Never fear, Master Jim!” Blinky walked around the bar to place a hand on Jim’s shoulder. “We shall get you out of this time loop yet! You simply must be patient. Like the cunning stalkling, bide your time, learn all you can, and then, when the moment is right, capture your prey and end this cycle of repetition.”

He swung a couple of his fists in demonstration. Jim gave him a tired smile and returned his attention to the eggs. He adjusted the heat slightly and tossed the shells to AAARRRGGHH who happily gulped them down.

“So what should we do this time?”

“Is there enough time between seeing the blue flash and the time loop resetting for us to tell you which direction we see it coming from?” Claire asked. “If there is we could probably triangulate its source.”

“Not really. I mean I suppose we could get me to a different side of town before the end of each loop…”

“Could go to lookout,” AAARRRGGHH rumbled.

“Lookout?”

“Above town,” He clarified. “On top of hill.”

“You genius!” Toby exclaimed, giving the troll a hug. “We can all just chill up on the hilltop for the rest of the loop and then Jim will be able to see where the light is coming from.”

“But first, breakfast,” Jim said, turning off the burners.

“I think it starts at the planetarium,” Jim decided at last.

They were all standing around the kitchen table at his house looking at a map of Arcadia and a photograph of the view from the hill.

“Looks like it,” Toby replied. He glanced at Jim. “Do you really think it’s Porgon?”

“He seems like the likeliest candidate,” Jim said, rolling up the map with a shrug. “He vanished after picking up that strange cylinder last night. It was glowing the exact same blue as the flash.”

Toby let out a wistful sigh; chin coming to rest on his folded arms.

“I wish I could remember. We finally get a time loop and I haven’t got to do anything fun with it.”

Jim snorted.

“Like what?”

“Like stuff you’d never do normally! We could prank Steve and get away with it. Learn to play the piano. Convince everyone you’re psychic!”

“Finally get done studying for the test tomorrow?” suggested Claire, giving Jim a pointed look.

Jim held up his finger and inhaled, then paused.

“You know what? I’m actually kind of tempted to do that one.” He shook his head to clear it. “But for now, focus. Think we should head over to the planetarium before the time loop starts over?”

“How long do we have?” Claire asked.

Jim glanced at his cell phone.

“About three hours. The flash happens just before noon.”

“Okay, so let’s make a plan of attack,” She suggested. “We should definitely meet up at the planetarium instead of here or the café, if we loop again. I’m sure you can convince us pretty easily and then explain things when we get there.”

“It’s so weird creating plans we won’t remember,” Toby interrupted. “I feel like I should give you a message to pass onto my future past self.”

“Oh right!” Claire suddenly exclaimed, eyes widening. “When you tell us that our meeting place has changed to the planetarium be sure to remind me to check the oven. I totally burned the casserole I was trying out this morning.”

“Okay,” Jim said slowly. “Anything else I should pass along?”

“Can I please punch Steve on one of these loops?” Toby asked.

“No.”

Easy peasy, Lemon squeezy everything is fine.

Easy breezy 123 It’s all because you're mine

Jim yawned and hit the alarm. He lay still in bed, eyes closed. It surely wouldn’t hurt to grab just a few more minutes of sleep, right? It wasn’t like the time loop restarted that quickly. Porgon might not even be at the planetarium yet, though they had confirmed last loop that was definitely where the flash came from.

What felt like less than a minute later Jim was roused by the sound of his cellphone ringing incessantly. For a moment he contemplated smothering it with a pillow. Grudgingly he reached a hand out of the warmth of his bed and made a blind grab for it.

His hand brushed it, then it slipped out of his grasp and onto the floor. Jim groaned and poked his head out to see where it was so he could retrieve it. He did a silent cheer as he managed to snag it without getting out of bed.

“Hey.”

“There you are Jimbo!” Toby sounded relieved. “We were wondering where you were. You were supposed to meet us at the café like 15 minutes ago.”

“Sorry,” Jim said, voice scratchy. “I thought I could rest a few minutes after my alarm… I guess I must have ended up sleeping in.”

What time was it anyway?

“Aw. Classic mistake. No sweat. When do you think you can join us?”

“How about we meet up at the planetarium in a half hour?”

“Sounds good,” Toby said and then paused. “But why the planetarium? Don’t they have the science fair going on there?”

Jim yawned and stretched.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. I’ll explain when we get there.”

Jim arrived at the planetarium at 10 am sharp with a dozen chocolate chip cookies packed in a brown paper bag. Hopefully they would suffice for an apology. The planetarium was already open, so at least they wouldn’t have to break in.

Claire and Toby pulled up on their bicycles.

“Sorry again for sleeping in,” Jim said handing Toby the sack.

“It’s really no problem, Jimbo,” Toby said taking it from him. “You need your sleep.”

His friend opened the sack and burst into a wide grin as he caught the smell of the cookies. Claire leaned forward to peer into the sack as well.

“Hey!” Toby exclaimed as she darted forward and got one before he did.

“So what’s going on?” Claire asked, ignoring him.

“Long story short, we’re in a time loop. I’m the only one who remembers each loop. This is loop number seven and we’ve determined that Porgon is going to be here… Probably.”

Claire and Toby stared at him for a long moment.

“Probably?” Claire asked slowly as Toby started emitting a high pitched squeal of excitement.

“Well this seems to be were the blue flash at the end of each time loop is coming from. We were close enough when it happened last time to hear roars, so I’m pretty sure it’s Porgon.”

“Okay. What should we do?”

“Can we…” Toby started.

“No pranking Steve.”

Toby deflated.

“Last loop we decided it would be best to scout out the building to see if we could find Porgon or anything suspicious before the timeloop restarts. Ideally we would have been here earlier, but…”

“Okay,” Claire said cutting him off. “I’ll see if I can talk the staff into letting me into the back.”

“I call perimeter!” Toby volunteered.

“And I’ll look around the exhibits. Great. Text me immediately if you guys find anything.”

They met up about an hour later.

“So no luck, I’m guessing?” Jim hadn’t got any texts, but he had to ask anyway.

“Nope.”

“Nothing,” Claire confirmed and then paused before adding. “I did have to break into a few rooms, so if we manage to unloop time we should find a way to clear the security cameras. My mom is getting increasingly closer to putting a restraining order on you guys.”

One of the passing students gave them a weird look.

“Man, can you believe everyone did volcanos again?” Toby asked looking around them. “Why do we even have a science fair if everyone is just going to do volcanos?”

Claire shrugged and looked around.

“Well I was going to do something on a study on algae that I thought was pretty cool, but there really hasn’t been time with everything that’s been going on.”

“Sorry about that,” Jim said rubbing the back of his neck.

“Don’t be.”

“Still, it feels like you guys never get time to do regular high school stuff because you’re always helping me out.”

“We’re your friends, Jimbo,” Toby said giving him a look that allowed no argument. “Besides, I think stopping the end of the world might be a little more important that some high school science fair.”

“True,” Jim said looking away sheepishly.

They settled down to watch as the participants all trailed in.

“Oh! That one’s different,” Toby said pointing across the room.

Jim looked and, sure enough, a student he didn’t know was standing proudly over a strange claw like device.

“Huh. That does look interesting.”

Jim started to stand up.

There was a loud roar. Porgon.

Toby and Claire bolted to their feet beside him as the giant red troll emerged from the balcony. He jumped onto the model solar system causing the orbs to spin out of control.

Without thinking Jim summoned his armor.

The students evacuating in terror around him stopped to stare. He had forgotten that they were there. He could feel their stares as Daylight appeared in his hand. Mary actually pulled out her phone and took a picture. That wasn’t good…

Jim shook his head. He would deal with it later.

He charged forward with a yell, Claire and Toby on his heels.

Porgon held up some sort of strange, blue glowing cylinder. The one he had picked up last night. Or rather the last night before the time loop started.

The troll laughed triumphantly as Jim skidded to a halt.

There was a flash of blue light.

Easy peasy…

Jim slammed his hand down on his alarm clock with entirely too much force. They needed to figure out a way to get the science fair canceled.

This is going to be longer than I initially anticipated. It's a bit trickier that I thought it would be as well. I suppose 30 time loops it quite a few... Poor Jim, I can already feel his pain.

I have something fun planned for the midway point though.

Next time... the Trollhunters try their hands at sabotage.

#Trollhunters #3Below #Tales of Arcadia #jim lake jr #Trollhunters Fanfiction #claire nuñez #toby domzalski #James Lake Jr #My Posts #My Writing

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insanely-creative-things · 6 years

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Big Hero 7: The Series

Food Fight

(Long Post)

Big Hero 7 : the series

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*The sounds of a knife cutting fish is rhythmic as a young Itamae(sushi chef) named Momakase prepares sashimi for her client, Alistair Krei. She finishes it off with a special topping resembling orange fish eggs. After she was done she brings it to Krei, who is on his phone passing the time.*

Krei: My people tell me you're one of the better sushi chefs in town.

Momakase: Your people underestimate me, I am the best.

Krei: I'll be the judge of that.

*Krei pours some soy sauce in a bowl, then proceeded to put soy sauce on the sashimi, and continues to dip the sashimi in the soy sauce bowl and eats it. Momakase's eye twitch says it all.*

Momakase: You do not drown the finest Otoro in soy sauce!

Krei: How about you don't tell me how to eat OK? You work for me right?

*Krei eats the sashimi*

Momakase: Of course Krei-san, it's only that I hate to see you robbed...

*This sets off a red flag in Krei's head immediately.*

Momakase:... Of an exquisite experience.

*Momakese sets aside the table board as Krei recognizes the fish Momakase prepared.*

Krei: Wait is that the fish that's poisonous if it's not prepared properly?

Momakase: Do not doubt my skill.

*The tension is growing stronger as Krei's head is running.*

Momakase: And do not worry about the fish.

*Krei eats the second sashimi.*

Krei: Delicious.

*But soon his vision starts swimming as his body begins to feel numb. His voice slurred as he looks at Momakase*

Krei: No, wha...what's happening?

*He immediately sees Momakase's true intentions.*

Krei: You said!

*But his body fails to support him as his body is paralyzed from the sashimi.*

Momakase: Not to worry about the fish.

*Krei reaches for his phone*

Momakase: You should, however, worry about the special toxin I added to it.

*Momakase tosses her knife at the phone which pins it to the wall out of Krei's reach, but she fails to realize that he had already dialed the call for help.*

Momakase: Relax you'll survive...

*Momakase removes her knife from the wall.*

Momakase: If I give you the antidote...want it?

*Krei's tries to answer at this but is unable to.*

Momakase: And I want the prototype that lies in your secret safe...You work for me now.

*Meanwhile elsewhere, the Lucky Cat Cafe is filled with customers as Cass is hard at work serving up for them.*

Cass: Here you go, boys, enjoy!

*She serves up cappuccinos to three men with the Latte drawings of a flower, heart, and peach respectively, and the boys love the art. Cass brings another latte with the drawing of a panda to a punk girl.*

Punk Girl: Ugh, this cappuccino is too cute.

Cass: Oh thank you!

Punk girl: No, I don't do cute.

Cass: OK...here!

*Cass morphs the drawing from the cute panda to an intimidating skull for the punk girl. The punk girl's mood brightens up.*

Ignorant customer: Hello?! I ordered a berry boba smoothie but it's filled with these gross blobs!

Cass: That's the boba...

*The silence between them spoke enough*

Cass: Nevermind, I'll whip you up a blobless one.

*Just then Cass spots a blonde-haired man reading a newspaper. And immediately she recognizes who he is. Just then Hiro comes inside the cafe where Cass pulls Hiro in closer to point out the man.*

Hiro: Hey Aunt Cass.

Cass: *whispers* Hiro! Do you know who that is?!

Hiro: Turtleneck guy?..Should I-

Cass: Bolton Gramarcy! He's a top celebrity chef!

Hiro: Oh that's cool.

*Just then his phone buzzes which he picks up. The screen shows a text from Gogo spelling 'Trouble at Krei Tech!'. Hiro immediately thinks up an excuse to meet up with the team.*

Hiro: I- I gotta go!

Cass: Everything okay?

Hiro: Yeah! I just need to study...upstairs! Right now!

Cass: Oh! Go! Study hard!

Hiro: I love ya Aunt Cass.

Cass: Love you too!

*While Hiro runs upstairs to suit up himself and Baymax Cass summons the courage to meet Bolton Gramarcy. She places a plate of complimentary bread and refills his coffee.*

Cass: *Clears throat* Excuse me uh Mr. Gramarcy, I just wanted to say I am a huge fan!

Bolton: Oh please...seriously? I don't do autographs.

Cass: Umm no not- I just... I just wanted to make sure you're enjoying your meal.

Bolton: Ugh... you're one of those. Look dear, sometimes I must choke down pedestrian swell as simple body fuel. preferably accompanied by peace and quiet.

*Cass stood there shocked in silence until another customer spoke up.*

Clumsy customer: Lady! You're out of Soy Milk! Cause I spilled it all.

*Cass just deadpans over the situation*

*Currently, at the Mizichio household the kitchen is filled with the sound of food being prepared and soft singing.*

Cora: I gotten used to supernatural insanity! Enough to presuppose that life is peaceful and benign, but I'm caught on the rails of this masochistic thrill ride! And I know there something I cannot lose sight of.~

*Cora taps her feet as she flips the omelet as she hums the song. Afterward she slips the omelet onto the fried rice with beef and spinach and delivers it beside the other twin with Ochai(Green tea) where her grandmother is. Just then her father comes in and sits down.*

Cora: Papa you're here! How was work?

*Cora stands on her tiptoes to kiss her father on the cheek before she sits down on her seat.*

Mizuchi: Tiring, but uneventful.

Cora: I made your favorite! Omurice.

*Mizuchi smile brightens at the omurice his daughter prepared for him. He gets out a spoon and takes a bite out of the meal, he sighs peacefully before he turns his attention to Cora, whose hands enfolded the end of her skirt underneath the table.*

Mizuchi: No need to be bashful, your cooking is always the best. And I love the Omurice you prepared.

Kaguya: It just shows how far you've grown dear. Besides, being a good cook is one of the many fine qualities for a girl to become a bride.

*Cora blushes at her Grandmother's teasing as she looks down, continuing twisting the hem of her skirt as Mizuchi's eye twitches.*

Mizuchi: Mother-in-law now is not the time to discuss marriage, especially since Cora's only 14.

Kaguya: *Teasing* Well better now then never, she's growing up to be a young woman. It's already obvious who will be her husband when she comes of age.

*Cora's head shoots up, her ears now red as she knows who her grandmother is referring too.*

Cora: Grandmama! Hiro and I are just dating! And we're not even in any hurry to rush towards that! We want to take things slowly with our relationship.

Mizuchi: *Rubs his eyes and the bridge between his nose trying to relieve some of the stress he was starting to feel* To which I am VERY grateful for... And Mother-in-law I would prefer it if you don't mention such things at this time. Cora does not need to learn about certain things on this matter until she is 18.

Kaguya: And what's wrong with her learning before then? I know you don't like the idea Mizuchi, but it is best if she learns about all of this sooner rather than later. Especially for when she and Hiro get older and begin to explore more mature experiences-

Mizuchi: *Hissing* Mother-in-law...

Kaguya: *Sternly* You can't talk back to me Son-in-law and you know it.

*Mizuchi continues to glare before he sighs and gives up, knowing that as much as he hated to admit it, he just couldn't win against his mother-in-law. As of while Cora got a text from Hiro spelling out 'Trouble at Krei Tech! Will pick you up soon!'.*

Kaguya: Cora what is so important enough to be looking at your phone at the dinner table?

Cora: Oh um...I nearly forgot to tell you but I have a study group tonight! And a friend is picking me up!

*Cora stands up and heads upstairs to her room as she calls out to her father and grandmother*

Cora: Gonna bring up some stuff to the study group! Love you bye!

Mizuchi: Be safe, love you too.

*As Mizuchi continues to eat the omurice, Kaguya mutters to herself as she drinks the tea.*

Kaguya: That girl better tell the truth soon...

*Once Cora is in her room she dresses up in her super suit and looks out her window to see Baymax and Hiro in their super suits as well. Cora climbs out the window and sits behind Hiro, once she holds on tightly to him they both fly off. They are crossing the city when Gogo calls Hiro.*

Gogo: Hiro, Cora where are you two?

Hiro: On our way, what's going on?

Gogo: Krei ate some bad sushi.

Cora: Wow, can't there just be one day when he isn't attacked? Or being held hostage?

Fred: Just a theory but I have the feeling he'll become the next Lois Lane from Super Man.

Cora: *Disapprovingly* Fred... That is an insult to Lois Lane herself and you should be ashamed of yourself for even thinking of such a thing.

Fred: *Actually ashamed after hearing what Cora said to him* ...You're right Cora... I am so sorry. It won't happen again...

Cora: Nodding with approval and forgiveness* You're forgiven Fred.

*The three land on top of Krei tech where they head down to meet up with the rest of the team. Baymax immediately scans Krei and applies the antidote, as of while Fred plays with Krei's limp arm.*

Baymax: You will be okay. But while the antidote takes affect your major motor systems will be significantly impaired.

Krei: *clear voice* No kidding.

Baymax: Try to stay relaxed. I will rub your back.

*Baymax's fingers vibrates on top of Krei's back*

Krei: No-A gah..oh that's actually nice.

*Hiro and Cora look into the empty safe.*

Hiro: What did she steal?

*Baymax stops massaging*

Krei: That's- classified! It's top secret!

*Hiro and Cora stare at Krei with a disapproving look. As did everyone else.*

Cora: *sing-song* We can't help if you don't tell us.~

Krei:...Gravitational Disruptor.

Wasabi: An Anti-Grav device?

Gogo: And you lost it?!

Honey Lemon: This is bad.

Krei: Don't worry she only made off with half of my prototype, the other half is still secured in my other secret safe.

Hiro: Where's your other secret safe?

Krei: I'm not telling you and you'll never find it.

Fred: Found it!

*Wasabi and Fred were at Krei's bookshelf where Fred's hand was on a globe.*

Fred: These days, the only reason people have globes is to open secret safes. I mean it's pretty obvious.

*Fred opens the globe where he presses the button, soon the book shelf opened to reveal the secret safe containing the other half of the prototype.

Krei: You better not tell anyone that's there!...Pinkie promise.

*Krei manages to grab a glass of water but before he can take a sip the glass falls apart...because it was cut in half.*

Krei: Ugh!

*Cass flips the sign from open to close as she prepares for bed.*

Cass: *Yawn* Wow, what a day. Good night Hiro.

*But when she didn't hear a response, shw goes up to his room.*

Cass: Hiro?

*She sees Hiro's bed where presumably Hiro is sleeping. But upon closer inspection she lifts up the blanket to reveal that its only Mochi and a pillow. Cass is not amused about this.*

Cass: Hiro!

*Back at Krei Tech, Hiro's phone rings with the caller being Aunt Cass.*

Hiro: Everybody shh! It's my aunt!

*Hiro quickly answers.*

Hiro: Er uh..Hi Aunt Cass!

Cass: Where are you? You said you were going upstairs to study. I'm in your room and you're not!

Hiro: Uh..actually I meant going upstairs... at the library!

*Fred touches a lamp which falls to pieces because it was cut in half.*

Hiro: *Glares at Fred for a moment before going back to his call* With friends! You know like a-like a study group.

Cass: Yeah a study group.

*She was not buying it.*

Hiro: Oh uh yeah we're making flash cards...quizzing each other...eating healthy snacks!

*Once Krei is able to stand up, the entire desk falls apart because it was cut into multiple halves.*

Wasabi: Seriously, is there anything in this room she didn't cut in half?

Cass: Who-cut-what-in-half?!

Hiro: Gogo! So we can share those healthy snacks!

*Krei's chair falls down with him, because it was cut in half.*

Krei: Ow!...hmm...Now the numbness wears off.

Cass: Hiro what's going on?-

Hiro: WowalmostdoneseeyouinabitCora'swithmedon'twaituploveyoubye!

*Hiro ends the call.*

Krei: What are you going to do?

*That's when Krei realizes that he can move*

Krei: Hey! Haha I can stand!

*Just then his clothes fall off leaving him in his boxers because they were cut in half. Baymax immediately shields Cora's eyes.*

Krei: Oh...

*Cass looks at the desk where Hiro's old robot Megabot is residing next to a picture of Hiro and Tadashi.*

Cass: Bot Fighting!

*Cass immediately calls up Kaguya. The phone beeps as she answers.*

Kaguya: Why hello Cassandra. What is on your mind this evening that you would like to discuss with me?

Cass: Kaguya, I think Hiro is going bot fighting again, and he got Cora to go with him too.

Kaguya: *Sighs* I'll be on my way.

Cass: What about her dad?

Kaguya: Mizuchi's passed out. I'm more competent than him anyway.

Cass: Okay...? Meet me up at Good Luck Alley.

Kaguya: Agreed.

*Cass hangs up her phone as she marches down to grab her coat and purse before heading out.*

Cass: What is he thinking going to Good Luck Alley at night? And with Cora too!

*She then remembers something about Good Luck Alley.*

Cass: Wait! What am I thinking?

*Cass goes to the kitchen where she grabs her knife set.*

Cass: I'm not going unarmed!

*After they grab some samples from the crime scene, the team heads to SFIT lab where Wasabi is observing the pieces the criminal left behind under a microscope.*

Wasabi: I've never seen a cut like this... Not even my plasma blades are this precise!

Gogo: What?

Wasabi: Graphine blades! Thinner than paper but stronger than steel! This tech is cutting edge! No pun intended...OK OK, pun intended.

*Honey Lemon is watching the security footage they had received from Krei.*

Honey Lemon: Woah! her knife is so thin you can't even see it from this angle.

Wasabi: I told you it was amazing!

Hiro: Baymax can you put a name to that face?

Baymax: I do not have any information about that face.

Cora: Hmm...this is gonna be tricky.

Fred: No it won't! Because I just so happen to know the very thing we need to help us with this little villian-identity problem! My Dad has a state of the art bad guy data base, everyone to Fred's house!

*While that was happening, Cass is waiting outside Good Luck Alley for Kaguya to meet up with her to find the two teens. Just then she spots the old woman.*

Cass: Oh thank goodness you're here! I just can't believe that Hiro and Cora would go back to bot fighting!

*Kaguya eyes the stressed woman as she gives a secret knowing look that bot fighting is far from what they are actually doing, but keeps it to herself.*

Kaguya: *Gestures to the Alley* Shall we go then?

Cass: Yeah...wait? Do you need pepper spray for self-defense? or any of my knifes if you want?

*Kaguya shakes her head as she spins her cane around in her hand before she suddenly knocks out a nearby trash can straight into a wall on the far side of the alley.*

Kaguya: *Smirks* How else do you think Mizuchi is so afraid of me?

Cass: *Blinks* Okay then...Lets go!

*The two women walk down the dirty alley, Cass being cautious while Kaguya is fairly normal as if it were any other day. They spotted a large man throw out a smaller man out the door into the street.*

Cass: *Nervously* Nice...place...

*Kaguya rolls her eyes as if it were nothing special. They continue walking down the street until they saw two men standing guard in front of a door. Cass goes forward as Kaguya stand close by.*

Cass: Excuse me is this where the fight is?

*The first man stops her*

Felony Carl: Yeah?

Dave: What's in the bag?

*Dave grabs the bag while Cass tries to reach it, finally Kaguya clears her throat to attract their attention.*

Kaguya: Hello boys, I would appreciate if you let go of my acquaintance and return her property to her.

Felony Carl: Oh! Sorry ma'mm.

Dave: I see now, I just looked into your bag. You're a fighter, why didn't you say so?

Cass: Fighter? I'm not a fighter!

*Dave pushes Cass inside as Kaguya follows closely behind.*

Felony Carl: Come on, fight is this way.

*As Felony Carl gives her an apron with a bandanna, Kaguya is lead away by Dave.*

Cass: Wait where are they going? W-woah!

*The place she was pushed to revealed itself to be a pole which lifted her up to an arena with a crowd and flames surrounding her. She immediately sees Kaguya in the crowd in what appears to be a VIP section of the rows. Just then a man with neon red hair wearing glasses in a large kimono steps in.*

Yum Labouche : Welcome fighter! I'm Yum Labouche, ringmaster of this underground extreme cooking competition!

*Just then kitchen stands appear from the ground.*

Yum Labouche: The time has come to cook for your life! The time has come for...Food Fight!

*The crowd cheers as Cass is currently questioning every decision she's made in her life.*

Cass:...I've made a bad decision...

*As of while Kaguya is given green tea by Felony Carl as she nudges her elbow to an older gentleman.*

Kaguya: I'm not sure about you, but I believe she will succeed.

Ever Devear: Is that so? I know who she will be up against, she will be demolished before the battle starts.

Kaguya: *Scoffs* Oh please, want a bet?

Ever Devear: You're on old hag.

Kaguya: I've heard worse you wrinkly ballsac.

*While the older gentleman is glaring at the old lady, Mr. Labouch directs the audiences' attention to Cass.*

Yum Labouche: Who are you? And do you have what it takes to vanquish your enemy?

*With the spotlight on her, Cass introduces herself as a flame with her face appears.*

Cass: Well Yumm...uh... I'm Cass... hi everyone. And we're just cooking right?

*The crowd laughs as Kaguya shakes her head over Cass' naivety.*

Yum Labouche: This is no wholes barn cooking. Cheating is not only allowed, its encouraged! Are you prepared to cook dirty?

Cass: That does not sound sanitary.

Yum Labouche: Spoken like someone who's about to lose. And now, your opponent... A man who needs no introduction...

*Just then on the opposite's end of the arena, the enemy chef appears.*

Yum Labouche: Bolton Gamarcy!

Cass: *Shocked* Bolton Gramarcy?!

*Just then Bolton Gramarcy turns his attention to the woman, as of while the old gentleman chuckles.*

Ever Devear: I told you, she has no chance!

*Kaguya remains focused on Cass.*

Bolton: Wait, you're that little bird from the cafe today. Is this a joke?

Cass: Umm... I didn't actually mean to enter, I'm just here to look for my nephew and his girlfriend so I'm gonna...ya know?

Bolton: Give up? Good move, leave the cooking to the real chefs!

*The crowd chuckles and calls out on Bolton's burn to Cass.*

Cass: Oh! We'll see whose the real chef! You're about to get stir-fried!

*The crowd oohs at Cass' retort to the famous chef.*

Yum Labouche: Feisty! Time to cook!

*Both chefs run to their kitchen stations and set out their kitchen knifes as Yum Labouche announces their challenge.*

Yum Labouche: Tonight's challenge... the perfect Creme Brulee.

Cass: Oh! I can do that!

Yum Labouche: But! You must use gummy iguanas! Cilantro! And an ostrich egg!

Cass: *Confused* Whaat?

Yum Labouche: *Laughs* Let the food fight begin!

*The timer set for 30 minutes starts to countdown*

*At the same time the entire team reaches the state-of-the-art criminal database Fred's father has... But what they found instead is an antique machine complete with heavy 70's style computers and light switches.*

Wasabi: You said it was state of the art...

Fred: Well it was in 1972! But don't worry, my dad keeps the data totally up to date!

*As of while Hiro, Cora, and Gogo look over the punching cards in a pile of boxes.*

Gogo: Punching cards...really?

Fred: Yes, hello! But look at them, they'e up-to-date punch cards.

Cora: *mutters* It's actually a little fascinating that these paper cards with holes can store information...

Hiro: OK lets get started-

Fred: Woah!(X6) First, we have to let the tubes warm up!

*Fred pulls down a lever which causes the entire mansion to dim its lights except for the room they are in.*

Fred: Guess what guys? It's punch card time! Boom!

*Fred puts in the first punch card inside as the machine slowly takes in the punch card... but it wasn't the right card with the culprit's information, so Fred keeps searching through the files while the rest of the gang fall asleep. Hiro and Cora are sitting on the floor sleeping next to each other as they cuddled, Wasabi and Honey Lemon are with Baymax using his body as a mattress as Gogo sleeps on a chair. Finally Fred inserts the right one which the machine lets out a ding, signaling him they found the right one.*

Fred: And just like that, we have a match!

*The dinging wakes up the gang as it alerts them. Hiro and Cora stand up while Gogo rubs her eyes awake, Wasabi sees a spot of drool on his shoulder coming from surprisingly Honey Lemon. *

Gogo: Finally.

Wasabi: *To Honey Lemon* Uh..I believe that's yours...

*Honey Lemons sips back her drool and wipes herself.*

Honey Lemon: Sorry Wasabi...

*Fred pulls out the paper the machine printed out as he reads out loud the criminal's information.*

Fred: Her name is Momakase. She's the best thief and sushi chef in San Fransokyo! Considered extremely dangerous!

*Fred then shows the picture of Momakase in her thief attire.*

Cora: Talk about a rouge Itamae...*Yawn*

Hiro: So she's definitely coming back for the rest of that...*Yawn* Graph Disruptor.

Baymax: Hiro, Cora. You two are scheduled to wake up in five hours. You two will not get the recommended level of-

*This sets off an alarm in the young teens.*

Hiro: Oh no! I didn't realize it was so late!

Cora: Crap! Grandmama and Papa are gonna kill me when they realizes I'm not home!

Hiro: Yeah we gotta go!

*Hiro and Cora leave as they drag Baymax along to run home.*

Hiro: Aunt Cass is gonna kill me...

*As of while, Cass and Bolton Gramarcy grab their ingredients to prepare the Creme Brulee. When they go for the ostrich egg, Bolton knocks Cass' egg out of her hand as it lands to the floor causing it to break. Bolton smirks as Cass grabs the remaining egg, the older gentlemen chuckles as Kaguya glares on as they crack open the ostrich eggs and stir them white, then they chop up the cilantro with their knifes. Both are finishing the final touches as they begin to heat up the tops of the Creme Brulees. Bolton is about to throw an ostrich egg at Cass to mess her up but he accidentally knock down the flame thrower which causes the top of his meal to be...over done...complete with a melted gummy iguana. This causes a slight panic with the gentleman as Kaguya smirks. Both Cass and Bolton run to the judges where they presented their Creme Brulee. They stood in silence as the judges taste the meals and discuss. Finally they whisper their answer to Yum Labouche. His eyes widen before he regains his signature smile and goes up to announce the winner.*

Yum Labouche: Tonight's Chef Supreme is... Cass!

*The flame with Cass' face appears as the crowd cheers, the gentleman stares in shock as Kaguya lets out her hand as she waits for him to cough up the money.*

Felony Carl: She won without cheating! I didn't think that was withing realm of possibility.

Yum Labouche: Present your knifes to the victor, you hack!

Bolton: But these knifes are a gift from my Nana.

Yum Labouche: To the victor...!

Crowd: Bolton's knifes!

*Bolton bows down to present his knives to Cass.*

Cass: Oh! No that's not really necessary-

Yum Labouche: I don't make the rules. I just enforce them, take the knives.

*Cass hesitantly takes the knifes from Bolton Gramarcy, unsure how to feel about this.*

Cass: Sorry..

*As of while Kaguya is more than happy to receive the money as she places it in her purse.*

Crowd: Cass! Cass! Cass!

*Meanwhile, upstairs in a sushi bar, Momakase sharpens her knifes as Yama enters the room to talk.*

Yama: You have the Gravitational Disruptor?

Momakase: I have acquired it.

*She opens the case, but when Yama sees it he looks at the blue print and realizes that she only has half of the machine.*

Yama: This is only half of the device! You expect me to only pay you for only stealing half?!

Momakase: You hired me to get the device in Krei's safe. This is what was in his safe, so...yes. I expect to be paid.

Yama: This is useless to me without the other half!

Momakase: Then I guess you need to hire me to steal the other half!

*Yama growls in frustration.*

Yama: Fine! When you have the whole device, let me know!

*Yama leaves the room as Momakase talks to herself*

Momakase: I will... Maybe I'll let some other buyers know as well.

*Hiro, Cora, and Baymax walk towards the cafe together trying to come up with a believable story as to why they were out so late, and failing miserably.*

Hiro: OK I'm gonna need a good story. Aunt Cass is not gonna be happy.

Cora: Neither will Grandmama and Papa...so we're both screwed.

Baymax: Honesty has been shown to have significant health benefits.

Hiro: Not in this case.

Cora: What are we even supposed to say? ' Hey Aunt Cass! Hey Grandmama! Hey Papa! Did you know that we are secretly super heroes fighting crime?!' I don't even want to know how they'll react to that! The one thing I do know for sure is that if Papa ever found out about the whole super hero thing... I would be extreme under house arrest until the year 3000...

*The teens shudder in worry as they and Baymax enter the cafe.*

Hiro: Aunt Cass I'm home!

Cora: Yeah! We just returned from the library studying together!

Baymax: I do not see Aunt Cass. Perhaps she has gone to bed.

*Hiro looks into Aunt Cass' room and finds it empty.*

Baymax: Scanning.

*Baymax's scanner searches before he turns to Hiro.*

Baymax: Aunt Cass is not here.

Hiro: Oh no...She must have gone out to look for us!

Cora: And there's a possibility that she went with Grandmama and Papa too!

Hiro: They could be anywhere! Baymax suit up we gotta find them-

*Just then Cass and Kaguya enter the Cafe, catching each other off guard.*

Cass: Hiro! Hi...

Kaguya: Hello Hiro, hello Cora. How was the library?

Cora: Ummm*Looking at Hiro before answering for them both*...tiring but uneventful... Uh, W-where's Papa? Isn't he with you?

Kaguya: *Scoffs* I should certainly say not. He was completely out like a light when I left him earlier.

Cora: *Sighing in relief* Oh. Well, that's-that's good. He needs all the rest he can get after working so hard, hehe...

Hiro: Uh, yeah... wait you two were out?

Cass: Umm.. yes? It doesn't seem like a big deal...

Hiro: Do you have any idea what time it is? You scared me half to death!

Baymax: You are in good physical condition. Your approximation of 50% proximity to death is inaccurate.

Cora: Baymax, remind me to teach you expressions and the term 'figure of speech' in the later future.

Baymax: Processing. Saving 'Expressions and term of 'Figure of speech' lessons' for a later date.

Cass: Yeah, so don't be so dramatic! Sides Kaguya was with me the whole time. We just took a night out OK?

Hiro: You didn't even leave a note! Where were you? And why do you smell like gummy fish?

*As of while Mochi the cat, Cora, and Kaguya look on at the banter between Hiro and Cass, and all three are getting the familiar feeling of déjà vu as this scene plays out.*

Cass: I don't, I smell like gummy iguanas. Now it's late, so I am going to bed.

Hiro: No! we're going to talk now!

Cass: *Sighs* Fine, tell me all about you and your girlfriend's robot building study group-

Hiro: *Fake yawns* You know? It's pretty late! Lets pick this up tomorrow!

Cass: Works for me, Night guys.

Baymax: Shall I set an alarm for 'picking this up' tomorrow?

Hiro and Cass: No.

*Kaguya and Cora bid them goodnight as well and walk out of the Cafe heading for home. Cora considers asking her about what happened and why she's in such a good mood tonight...but scratches out the idea about talking about it as she realizes she was given a Deus Ex Machina by this turn of events and so wouldn't be needing to explain herself.*

*The next day Hiro and Cora are talking over the phone as they plan a strategy for stopping Momakase.*

Cora: Wasabi can distract her as Baymax restrains her hands, after that one of us has to grab the knifes from her. Without her knifes she's powerless.

Hiro: Alright, see ya tonight Cora.

Cora: See you Hiro, love you.

Hiro: Love ya too.

*Hiro hangs up the phone as he prepares for tonight's plan. Downstairs Cass is testing out her brand new Bolton Gramarcy knife set.*

Cass: Wow...Gramarcy's Nana had good taste in knifes.

Hiro: Hey Aunt Cass, I uh have another study group tonight so don't worry about me for dinner bye!

Cass: Bye Hiro!

*Hiro quickly leaves the door as Cass pulls out her phone and calls Kaguya.*

Kaguya: Moshi moshi?

Cass: Guess what? I just got the night to myself. Wanna join me?

Kaguya: Most definitely Cassandra, just go out there and make those chefs cry.

Cass: And maybe get some dough on the side?

Kaguya: Now you're reading my mind.

*The day quickly becomes nighttime as Momakase stands in her thief attire ready to break into Krei's office once more to steal the other half of the gravitational disruptor. She jumps from rooftop to rooftop and ziplines over to Krei Tech where she positions herself upside-down to the window of the office. She pulls out her two knifes and cuts out a circle to enter. She then enters the room.*

Hiro: Hey there.

*The lights are switched on to reveal Hiro and Baymax standing by.*

Hiro: Looking for something?

Momakase: Well, this is cute. You really think you can stop me?

*Wasabi charges in to attack but she dodges out of the way and knocks him to a wall where she throws her knifes to him, barely grazing his body as he quickly dodges them all before falling over.*

Baymax: Knifes can be dangerous. Especially when thrown.

Momakase: Aww see? He gets me.

*Momakae charges towards Baymax where he kneels down to avoid her slashes. When she lands Baymax's armored arm comes off.*

Baymax: Oh no.

*He falls down as Momakase also cuts off his armored foot. She then felt her sword be pulled away to Hiro's electro-magnetic gloves.*

Momakase: What?

*With her sword in his hand, Momakase pulls out her knife.*

Hiro: Uh oh!

*Momakase swings her sword at Hiro as he inadvertently drops the sword and ducks behind the desk, ducking in time to avoid Momakase's blade.*

Hiro: Ha! Missed!

Momakase: Did I?

*A piece of Hiro's helmet falls off in response. Just then Momakase turns and blocks the attack coming from her right, she spots a young girl holding her sword with a determined glare.*

Momakase: Well aren't you the spunky one?

*Cora yells out as she swings the sword to knock out the knife in her hands.*

Momakase: You're good.

*Momakase then lands a kick to Cora's stomach, causing the young teen to drop the sword as she falls to her hands and knees in slight pain from the blow.*

Momakase: But not good enough.

Wasabi: Lady! You're going down!

*Wasabi brings up his laser blades to fight blade to blade with Momakase. Momakase strikes and slashes at Wasabi relentlessly causing him to only block her attacks until she has him pinned to the door.*

Wasabi: So the knifes... graphine right? You can tell me, it's kind of my thing.

Momakase: Yes...want a closer look?

*Wasabi laughs nervously as she cuts through Wasabi's laser blades with ease... along with his armored arms.*

Momakase: You children lasted three seconds longer than I would have thought... Impressive

*She pulls out and drops a small smoke bomb. When the smoke clears the team sees an open empty safe and no Momakase. Cora stand ups still holding her stomach in slight pain as she looks out the window where she sees the silhouette of the sushi chef/thief getting smaller and smaller in the distance. *

Hiro: Now she can mess with gravity! We have to get it back before someone gets hurt!

Wasabi: OK...but that was so cool!

*Just then the entire bookshelf falls to pieces as Momakase had sliced it up in half. Cora facepalms.*

Cora: Of all the nights for Gogo, Honey Lemon, and Fred to stay home it had to be this one?

*The team set out a search for Momakase to retrieve the tech, but while they soar through the sky, Cass and Kaguya are battling out in the underground cooking competition below. Cass set out to win the challenges while Kaguya makes bets with the overconfident men and win their money. Cass' style, endurance, and refusal to cheat and sabotage others won her the set of knifes that the loser must provide in defeat. Afterwards Kaguya would split the money with Cass in return, becoming something like a manager...However this has it's downfalls too. Cora wakes up as she peers into her Grandmother's room where the old lady is still asleep in her futon mattress. She shrugs as she prepares a cup of tea for Kaguya for when she wakes up. Cora walks down the street to meet up with Hiro when she sees a small crowd of people waiting around the cafe. She goes around the other way where she uses a spare key and enters inside. Hiro is just walking downstairs as he sees his girlfriend in the dark cafe.*

Hiro: Cora?

*Cora doesn't say anything as she points her finger to the direction of the customers waiting outside.*

Hiro: Not again.

*Hiro walks into his aunt's room where he sees Cass still sleeping in her bed.*

Baymax: Good Morning Aunt Cass.

*Cass opens her eyes as she sits up in a slight daze while Baymax lifts up the window blinds to let in sunlight.*

Cass: Wha? What time is it?

Hiro: 8:45. The cafe should be open, who are you and what have you done with my Aunt Cass?

Cass: Oh relax, they can wait a few extra minutes for their coffee.

Hiro: What's going on? You're supposed to be the responsible one!

Cass: There's nothing wrong with going out with a friend once in a while to cut loose.

Hiro: Cut loose? What are you doing all night? Where do you and my girlfriend's grandmother go?

Cass: Uh..The movies! Gotta go to work!

*Cass immediately springs out to start her job, leaving a frustrated Hiro, a clueless Baymax holding Mochi, and a deadpanning Cora.*

Hiro: She has no idea what it's like to deal someone whose obviously lying to you.

*Baymax's vinyl body causes Mochi's fur to fluff up.*

Hiro: Ugh...I'll meet you outside Cora.

*As he stomps out of the room, Cora looks at Baymax.*

Cora: *Still deadpanned* Baymax? Do you know what Irony is?

Baymax: Irony. The expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect.

*Cora sighs as she walks outside to catch up with Hiro. Once they start heading to school Hiro turns to Cora.*

Hiro: I can't believe this, but Aunt Cass has left me with no choice, we have to follow her and your grandmother and find out what they're really doing!

Cora: Okay...?

Hiro: What do you mean 'okay'?

Cora: Hiro, if you lived with my grandmother, you would know it's best not to ask what she's doing...believe me...Papa learned that lesson the hard way...

Hiro: Still, I'm just so worried about her. I can't imagine what I would do if something happened to her...

*While Hiro looks down at his feet Cora gives a small faint smile as she realizes who he is reminding her of.*

*Later that night Kaguya is waiting outside the Cafe. Cass steps out and greets Kaguya, then they start walking down the street... with Hiro, Baymax, and Cora close behind. They spot Cass and Kaguya make a turn into the seedy alley.*

Hiro: What are they doing in Good luck Alley? This place is dangerous.

*Hiro and Cora hide behind crates as they watch Cass and Kaguya enter through the building.*

Hiro: What?

*Hiro rushes to slip inside with Cora and Baymax just behind him. They sneak down to see Cass putting on an apron as she is lifted up by the pole while Kaguya is directed to the VIP section.*

Hiro: What is going on?

*Meanwhile, Yama enters Momakase's sushi bar.*

Yama: I assume you got the device? The whole thing this time.

Momakase: Was it ever in doubt? One Anti-grav device with a 70 meter range radius.

Yama: Fine! I will pay you double!

*Momakase grabs the device.*

Momakase: Actually... things have changed. I'm selling it on the black market to the highest bidder.

*She then stores the device in a metallic case.*

Yama: Why you-!

*Momakase flips the poisonous fish to Yama's mouth.*

Yama: What?!-

*Yama soon becomes dizzy.*

Momakase: Ah delicious isn't it? The toxin gives it a real kick.

*Yama lands in the arms of two other sushi chefs.*

Momakase: Take him home than give him the antidote... eventually.

*She looks out through the see-through walls to spot Cass in the arena.*

Momakase: Whose that down there?

Chef minion #1: New fighter, undefeated.

Momakase: Not...for...long...

*Just then Hiro, Cora, and Baymax arrive at the top of the arena seats.*

Baymax: I detect Aunt Cass in the spotlight and Grandmama in the VIP section.

*Cora runs to her grandmother sitting beside a young man talking as Hiro heads down.*

Hiro: Hey! Aunt Cass! Aunt Cass!

Cass: Hiro! What are you doing here?

Hiro: What are you doing here?

Cass: *Confidently* Umm, winning?

Cora: Hi Grandmama.

Kaguya: Hello Cora, I'm excited to see you here. Cassandra and I are doing great...especially with all the prizes we won.

*Cora's eyes widen as her grandmother waves the hundred dollar bills in her hands, suddenly both teens' families turned their attention on stage.*

Yum Labouche: And now, back in the ring to defend her title, you know her as reigning champion...Momakase!

*Both teens gasp as they finally see the thief after many nights.*

Hiro: Momakase!

Cass: Ooh! I heard she's good!

Hiro: No! S-she's bad! Really bad! You and Grandmama gotta get out of here!

Cass: We will Hiro, just as soon as I crush her and take her knifes!

*Cass walks away.*

Hiro: No wait! You don't want to get near her knifes!

*Cora looks on with worry as she looks at her grandmother, and she sees something that made her really worried...Kaguya's eyes glared with suspicion. This meant that something is amiss and she's filled with cold determination.*

Cora: Grandmama we gotta go!

*Just then she sees a large shadow loom behind her. She turns around and sees Felony Carl holding Hiro by the scruff of his hoodie.*

Felony Carl: Sorry Cora, but it's inappropriate for you and your boyfriend to mess with the fighters.

Kaguya: *Speaks up before Cora does* Perfectly understandable Felony Carl. All I ask though is that you escort my granddaughter and her boyfriend out gently please. They are just children after all.

Felony Carl: *As he takes Cora along with him to escort her and Hiro out* I'll do my best ma'mm.

*Soon all three were 'somewhat gently' kicked out the door into the streets.*

Baymax: *Lands on top of Hiro and Cora* Oh no.

*Hiro pulls himself out as he quickly calls Gogo.*

Hiro: Gogo? We found Momakase, and you are not going to believe this.

*Cora finally frees herself as she sees Hiro just hanging up the phone.*

Hiro: They're coming right away and will be here soon. Ugh! I can't believe this is what Aunt Cass has been doing all this time! Doesn't she know how dangerous it is to be out here? Especially facing off against someone like Momakase?!

*Cora shakes her head as she looks at Hiro.*

Cora: Hiro, we need to talk.

Hiro: Talk about what?

Cora: The elephant in the room?

Baymax: There is no elephant in proximity of this area.

Cora: *To Baymax* Expressions and figure of speech lessons next Friday Baymax.*Back to Hiro* Does any of this look familiar to you? Anything at all?

*Hiro tilts his head in confusion, which results in Cora face palming and slightly shaking her head before she places her hands firmly on Hiro's shoulders and looks him right in the eye with a very serious look before continuing*

Cora: Hiro. I really did not want to do this, but you're really not giving me much choice here. But before I do this I just want you to know one thing... What I'm about to do, I'm not doing this to hurt you or to be cruel. That's the very last thing I would ever want to do to you, I'm doing this so you'll understand better. All I can ask of you before I do this is...don't hate me for it.

Hiro: *Confused, concerned and worried*...Uh, C-cora...what are you talking about?... 'Cause your kinda starting to scare me.

*Cora just looked at him for a moment before finally releasing his shoulders and took a few steps back and started to take a few moments to prepare herself for what she was about to do. She took a few deep breathes and than finally she cleared her throat and deepens her voice.*

Cora: *Imitating Tadashi* 'You graduated High School when you were 13! 13 Hiro! Bot fighting is illegal!'

*Hiro's eyes widen in shock as he finally pieces it all together. He absently sits down on the floor as his eyes seem to be lost in a unfocused stare to the wall across from them.*

Hiro: Oh my god... I sound just like my brother...

*Cora kneels down to hug Hiro.*

Cora: Yeah, you do... Wow, that...actually felt really strange to do... I really am sorry Hiro...

Hiro: N-no, no I understand and I get it...I get it now...

*There was more to Hiro's newly-found understanding than he was letting on as his mind begins to wander to all the times Tadashi had rushed in to save him from the angry bot fighters and how he would scold him for being so careless afterwards. Cora sighs as she continues hugging Hiro.*

Cora: Don't worry Hiro, once our friends get here and we suit up, we'll make sure Momakase regrets having ever facing off against our family.

*Hiro's face changes to determination as they stand up together.*

*Meanwhile, Kaguya is talking to Cass through a small earpiece.*

Kaguya: Cassandra, usually I don't say this...but be careful around this woman. This is not going to be easy.

*But Cass dismisses Kaguya's warning.*

Cass: Ah don't worry so much Kaguya. I'll be fine!

*She turns off the earpiece as Kaguya looks out to the arena with concern.*

Momakase: Hmm..let me guess... a cook at some nothing Cafe? You probably put cute animal faces in your cappuccino foam.

Cass: You wish you could make a panda-ccino like mine.

Yum Labouche: Tonight's championship challenge is gonna be...Sushi! Sharpen your knife skills chefs, this could get dangerous.

*Cass runs forward to grab the sushi but Momakase throws her knife to trip Cass down.*

Cass: Ok. Fine! You are going down.

*As that happens, the rest of the gang are suited up and ready to face Momakase. Fred is currently watching the food battle from afar.*

Fred: Woah! I never knew cooking could be so tense! I am never going to look at the sandwich in the same light.

Hiro: Baymax, scan the building for the gravity thing.

*Baymax steps forward to scan and spots where it's hiding.*

Baymax: Gravity Disruptor located.

Hiro: Let's go!

*The team runs towards the sushi bar as Cass and Momakase battle it out. Kaguya frowns as Momakase uses her knifes to sabotage Cass' work, and even then it worked in Cass' favor. Usually Kaguya never gave a second thought on the other chefs' attempt to cheat, but this woman and her ego are something else entirely... Momakase is growing frustrated that her attempts only benefited her rival. As of while Baymax opens the doors of the sushi bar.*

Baymax: It is in this room.

Hiro: Nice! This is gonna to be easier than I thought!

*But the two large sushi chefs inside beg to differ.*

Honey Lemon: Oh...hi.

*Gogo launches a punch to the face.*

Momakase: You are not as good as you think you are!

Cass: Just have to be better than you!

Momakase: Huh, we'll see about that.

*A loud thud rings on top of the sushi bar.*

Momakase: What?

*Momakase places her dish on the judges' table as she brings out her knife to cut the rope and trap Cass under a net. Kaguya's breath stilled and her eyebrows glared at the devil woman's action.*

Yum Labouche: Oof! This looks bad for Cass. She needs to get her dish to the Judges before time runs out to qualify.

Momakase: I'll be back to collect your knives.

Cass: *Struggling* Why is there even a net in here?!

*Upstairs they finally brought down the sushi chef brutes, and so they begin to search for the device. Cora runs to the sushi booth where she finds a secret panel locked from the inside. Wasabi runs forward to cut off the panel and free the box that contains the weapon. Cora is about to stand up to join the team as she notices something else...it was a blue choker beautifully decorated with gold threads, a golden medallion hangs clearly with an engraving of...*

Cora: *Softly* What?

*Cora takes off one of her suction cup shoes as she compares the symbol on the medallion to the birthmark on her ankle. They are an exact match.*

Hiro: Cora? Is something wrong?

Cora: I...don't know... I found this with the box.

*Hiro, Honey Lemon, and Gogo look at the choker in Cora's hand.*

Honey Lemon: Oh wow! It's beautiful!

Gogo: Hmm. Certainly never thought she was the type for jewelry though.

*Wasabi slices open the box.*

Wasabi: They're no graphine blades, but they do the trick just fine.

*Fred then turns his attention to the group looking at the choker.*

Fred: *Gasp* Guys! I know what that choker means!

Honey Lemon: You do?

Fred: Yeah! It's a-

*Just then the doors are slammed wide open.*

Momakase: Those! Are mine!

Gogo: Really?! Cause you stole the device!

Fred: So you really shouldn't be that offended 'cause...you know it's not yours and all...

*Momakase throws her knifes at them as Fred and Gogo dodge. Gogo lands on the floor safely while Fred is pinned to the wall.*

Fred: *Pops his head out of his suit* I'm OK!

*Momakase turns her head to the remaining five, and then she gasps as she spots the scorpion-crustacean hybrid symbol on Cora's bare ankle. Soon her eyes, once fueled by cold determination, are filling up with pure rage. She runs out with her blades in hand towards Cora with a face of fury. Cora quickly puts her shoe back on as she dodges Momakase's strikes, each time becoming faster than the last.*

Momakase: Where is he?!

Cora: What?!

Momakase: Where is that traitor?!

Cora: Seriously?! I don't know what you're talking about lady!

Momakase: Don't play cute with me! Tell me where he is! He will pay for ruining my perfect future!

*Cora slides across the floor to escape, which then leads Momakase's direction to Wasabi, who is holding the device in his hands. She quickly throws her knifes to the remaining team where Hiro redirects the knifes to Fred's already pinned body. Honey Lemon throws the ball to encapsulate her but Momakase simply cuts it and sends it flying to Honey Lemon, trapping her instead.*

Honey Lemon: Wasabi look out!

*Momakase jumps toward Wasabi as he quickly drops the device to the floor. This activates the machine where they all started to float up.*

Wasabi: It really works! It really works!

*Fred is now free from his knife imprisonment by Cora before hand.*

Fred: Woah! Cool!

*Cora tries to reach to the floor to stand still but realizes that this could be used to their advantage. As of while the crowd do the countdown.*

Crowd: Ten! Nine! Eight!

Cass: I guess you can't win them all...

Kaguya: It's alright Cassandra, it was fun while it lasted. You are a true chef.

*Cass smiles warmly at Kaguya's words but then the whole room started to float, thus lifting the net off of Cass.

Cass: I take it back! You can win them all!

*Cass flies to the judges' booth with the sushi intact as she beats the countdown.*

Yum Labouch: She did it! Haha! It's all over now with the judging! And the vote is!

*They hear a loud crash as they see Baymax and Momakase float down. Labouche lifts up Cass' arm.*

Cass: I won? Ooh I won!

Momakase: No!

*She floats down to attack Cass but then Cora swims past her and delivers an electric shock punch to the wicked sushi chef's face. Momakase holds her nose as she glares heatedly at Cora.*

Hiro: Oh no! Cora!

*Hiro then swims towards the device as Momakase launches herself to Cora. Cass and Kaguya stare in horror as Momakase brings out her knife to stab the girl.*

Hiro: Everyone hold on! Things are about to get heavy!

*Cora swims quickly to Baymax as Cass throws the net from before to stop Momakase. Just then Hiro deactivates the device where soon the gravity is set back to normal. Hiro falls down but is quickly caught by the hand by Cora who is on Baymax before she hauls him up to her. Meanwhile the crowd chants Cass' name as Kaguya stands up and smiles, her nod of approval telling all that Cass is truly worthy. Cass takes a modest bow as Momakase struggles to free herself from the net. The team are about to leave the scene when Cora points out her Grandmother walking down to face Momakase.*

Kaguya: You know, I've heard a lot about you being the greatest chef in San Fransokyo, the best Itamae the world has yet to see. A great Itamae is judged by her skills, preparation for food, how they treat their clients, and how they work with honor. But it's obvious to me that you are no Itamae...So I'll be taking this.

*Kaguya takes the knife set from Momakase's person.*

Kaguya: And this.

*Momakase's hair falls down as Kaguya than takes the blue bandanna from her head as well. If looks could kill, Kaguya would be a pile of bones at Momakase's death glare. Kaguya hands over the knife set and bandanna to Cass as she walks towards the exit.*

Kaguya: I believe it's time to go home.

*Cass smiles as she follows the wise woman to the exit. Meanwhile the team are outside the building as Gogo contacts the police.*

Gogo: They'll be here soon so we better scram.

Cora: Wait!

*Cora runs to Fred, which confuses Hiro and the others, wondering what Cora wants to talk to Fred about.*

Cora: Before, you were gonna say something about this,*Holding up the choker she had taken from Momakase's hiding place* what is it? And why did Momakase have this?

Fred: Well, again from comic books-

*The rest of to team slightly groans at this.*

Fred: I recognize this from the many plots that featured it! There are some when the villainesses are brooding over the men that ruined their lives when it's obvious they caused their own break up.

Cora: *Confused* Break up?

Fred: It's basically like an engagement ring from some rich and powerful dude, but he called off the wedding when he found out her true colors... or fell in love with someone else.

*The teams' eyes widen in surprise over learning this. Just then the police sirens are piercing through the night.*

Hiro: We gotta go!

*Everyone gets on Baymax as they fly off into the night air, but Cora's head is turning over this new information. If Momakase was engaged at some point to a very wealthy and powerful man...why did the medallion feature her birthmark?*

*The next day, the news covered the story of Momakase's thievery as Alistair Krei is on TV giving an interview. Cora and Kaguya are at the cafe enjoying their tea as Hiro walks over and greets them both as Cass cleans up the tables.*

Krei: Nobody steals from Alistair Krei and gets away with it. And nobody tells Alistair Krei how much soy sauce to use.

Cass: Wow! Can you believe that woman was a dangerous criminal?

Hiro: And you stood up to her!

Cora: Yeah! And Grandmama, you stripped her of her knifes and bandanna like it was nothing!

Hiro: Sometimes I forget how amazing you are.

*Cass smiles warmly as Cora hugs her grandmother. Kaguya pats Cora on her back as she sighs, then Cass hugs Hiro.*

Cass: Thanks Hiro.

*Just then they hear a doorbell chime as a familiar face enters the cafe.*

Cass: Chef Gramarcy? What are you doing here?

Bolton: Ummm... Hello Cass. I should say Chef Cass. First of all, I want to apologize for my atrocious behavior.

Cass: Thank you, I really appreciate it.

Bolton: Secondly I was wondering if...if you could find it in your heart to-

Cass: You want your Nana's knifes back.

*Bolton nods his head. And so Cass takes Bolton to the back room where Hiro, Cora, and Kaguya follow. Inside the storage room to everyone's surprise, sans for Cass and Kaguya's, is filled shelf by shelf with knife sets from all of Cass's victories. The ones that belonged to Momakase mounted on the wall.*

Bolton: Uh..

Cass: So...which ones are your Nana's?

*Hiro and Cora look at each other with wide eyes and gaping mouths before Kaguya shuts them close, smiling in approval of this.*

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Hunt Me Down And See What Happens: Prologue

A Marvel/Beauty and the Beast crossover

(Y/N) Quill, Peter’s sister on their father’s side is sent by Fury to another world to retrieve a magical item. Thing is, it’s in a different dimension all together.

No pairings yet.

Words: 3,053

Characters: You, Nick Fury, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker.

Mentioned: Belle, Gaston

The sunlight shines through my curtains, successfully blinding me into wakefulness. I let out a light groan as I slowly sit up and stretch my upper torso, sighing at the cracking sound it makes. Jumping out of bed, I stretch each leg out.

My clock reads: 8:30am

Holy shit! Did I seriously oversleep again?!? How can one human oversleep as much as I do? Oh wait, I’m not human. Oops, guess that slipped my mind.

I grab a grey tank top, along with a black sports bra and some black spandex shorts then head to my bathroom for a shower. If I’m late I might as well take my time. Besides it ain’t like I’m missing anything special today, as far I can remember I don’t have any meetings and I know Tony won’t say anything to me about not being there.

The hot water hits my back and I feel my muscles relax almost instantly. Damn hot showers feel good, but I can’t spend too much time in here, I’ve got some training to do. Well not training, just working out, but I consider it training.

I lather my head with shampoo, running it through my hair and roots. The soap swirls down the drain as the water washes it out of my hair and scalp. I begin to rub my entire body with Winter Candy Apple body wash from Bath and Body Works, it might not be winter but it still smells good.

Turning off the water and wrapping a towel around my body, I got to the mirror and begin to dry my hair. Thanks to being part god I don’t need a hair dryer. Take that girls! As soon as my hair is fully dry, I run a comb through it to get all the tangles and stuff out of it before going to brush my teeth. I normally brush them before and after I eat, I can’t stand how my mouth feels when I first wake up in the morning, it’s honestly disgusting.

A noise rings from my room, it’s my cell phone. It was probably Natasha wondering where I am, she knows I’m at home so I don’t worry too much about it. I usually zone out her lectures sometimes, if they aren’t important of course. Oh well I’ll call her later.

Quickly getting dressed and heading out to my room, I pick up my phone and head to the training room, time to get some action, wow that sounded wrong.

As soon as I enter the training room, I begin my warmups:

Squats

Climbers

Jumping Jacks

Push Ups

More boring stuff.

Panting and slightly out of breath, I call out to FRIDAY,

“Alright sweetie, time to start the real stuff. Begin simulation number 4 please.”

“As you wish (Y/N)”

Suddenly the scene changes. The training room is no longer visible, instead it’s a deserted street in Florence, Italy. I smirk at the scene change, straight out of Assassin's Creed. I snap my fingers and music fills the room in an instant. (Fox On The Run by Sweet)

Guards come out of the alleyways and from the roofs of multiple buildings, quickly surrounding me. I grin and click the button, allowing my mask to cover my face as I take out my sword. This is only the first part of the simulation, but my adrenaline is already sky high.

They run at me, shouting in Italian. This one never fails to trick me into believing it’s real. Tony’s technology is almost as good as my illusions, they fool me sometimes.

I tap my foot to the beat while I dodge each sword strike, countering them with a slice from my own sword. It isn’t long before half of them are down. Child’s play, but it will get harder. More will come soon, I know it.

I feel a hand reach for me and I duck, grabbing ahold of the guard’s leg and throwing him at the guards in front of me, knocking them all down. I allow my energy to flow to my hand, creating electricity throughout my hand and down my arm.

The guards are quickly taken care of as I shoot the energy at the fallen pile of men. I whoop as I continue taking out guard after guard.

After that, guards come out, two with swords, and a few others with different weapons; along with new moves and faster reflexes. Now it becomes challenging.

I flip and take a guard between my legs and slam him onto the ground hard before stabbing him. Another one charges at me full speed, catching me off guard. He hits me, throwing me back into the wall of a building. Wow these dudes have gotten a lot stronger now. Time to step up my game.

“How about some target practice? I could use it,” I taunt them as I whip out my gun blasters. My mask and guns were identical to Peter’s, a gift from him once I helped him kill our father. What a bonding moment.

I begin to shoot each guard one by one, watching as they all fall down continuously. Oh yeah, I still got it. I fly up and look down at all of them as they scramble to reach me, guess flying hasn’t been added into this one. That’s a shame, oh well guess I should get this over with and go see what Nat wanted.

After all of them are taken out, the simulation ends and I’m back in the training room. I notice how hard I’m panting, wow I really wore myself out didn’t I?

My phone rings, knocking me out of my euphoria. I check the caller ID, looks like I don’t gotta call Nat after all. I take my mask off and put the phone up to my ear,

“Hello?” I answer with a sickly sweet tone.

“Did you just get out training (Y/N)?”

“You know me so well,” I giggle as she lets out a groan.

“Well you’d better be here soon, Fury has a mission for you.”

Natasha hangs up and I roll my eyes, a mission huh? Oh boy I wonder what it could be this time around. Probably taking out some HYDRA agents or tailing a lead on some magical object they need. Boring. Better head to the meeting anyway I guess.

As I stroll leisurely down the hallway, I pass by the youngest member of my little team, Spider Boy. His real name is Peter Parker but I call him Spider Boy most of the time. The kid hates it, always insists on me calling him Spider MAN, and I always tell him the same thing. Not with that voice you’re not.

“Hey (Y/N)! Where you headed?” He asks curiously, a little bit of drowsiness in his voice. He’s so cute. Always wondering what’s going on all the time, he just wants to be included in things, I have respect for him. He’s honestly just happy to be here and that’s okay.

“Just to a meeting, nothing special. Sorry kiddo, maybe we can do something cool another time, yeah?” I tell him. I gotta admit, he is fun to hang around with, even if there is a HUGE age gap.

“Oh ok! Have fun with that, you didn’t do anything bad this time around did you?” Peter asks me with concern. I laugh and shake my head.

“Not this time around Spider Boy.”

He pouts a little at the name, but nods his head and goes on his way. I watch his figure fade into the distance with a small smile on my face, I have a great team. Better than the other Quill’s for sure!

Speaking of him, I haven’t seen my half brother for awhile now. That’s odd, he usually visits me once a month. He’s probably busy collecting bounties on random criminals across space, flirting with Gamora the entire time.

Finally, I get to the meeting room in the tower and bust through the doors with a smile on my face. I make my way to my seat and put my feet on the table like I usually do, ignoring the scowl on Fury’s face.

“I see you’ve gotten comfy haven’t you agent?”

I smirk and nod my head, “super comfy sir! Thanks for asking.”

He rolls his eyes and begins relaying the mission to me. I perk up when he mentions an important object with magical properties. He wants me to retrieve it? Awesome!

“I’m in! Where is it though?”

“It’s not only a matter of where, it’s also a matter of when too,” Fury tells me. My brows knit in confusion, time travel? I can do it, but I’ve never had to before. This thing must be super important then.

“Alright. But first before you tell me when and where, what exactly is it again?”

“A mirror.”

“A… mirror?” I question him slowly, not knowing if this is a joke or not. Is it April the first yet? No no, it’s June.

I look into Fury’s eyes and see that he’s dead serious. What the hell does the thing even do? Well, judging from the fact that it’s a damn MIRROR, it probably has some sort of glamour effect perhaps?

“What does it do exactly? Change appearances?” I inquire quietly to myself, only to be heard by Fury. Damn, I gotta work on being a lot more quiet. But then again, it is a valid question. Ugh I’m tired I want to take a nap, but I can’t, this mission is important. At least I think it is.

“Close, it can show you where anything or anyone is at all times should you wish it. We believe it could come in handy for future use,” Fury answers me. I frown at his answer, disdain clear on my face.

“So you’re gonna use it to spy on people?”

“Yes, but only when needed. Don’t worry, we’re not going to do routine spy checks on any of you, agent.”

I lean back in my chair and ponder to myself, should I decline? Nah, this is too good to pass up! Well, it could be dangerous, I don’t even know where the thing is! I look up at Fury and nod for him to continue explaining.

“It’s in France. But not our France, a certain fairytale France,” Fury informs me. Fairytale? Like Disney and stuff like that? Wait a minute…..

“NO WAY I’M GONNA GET TO MEET BELLE?” I scream out in joy. Ever since I was little and I got away from the insane father, I’ve always loved the Disney princesses. Now, Belle was never my favorite, I was an Ariel fan myself, but I did admire and respect her. I will never admit it to anyone, but I’ve always had a little crush on Gaston.

Yeah he’s the villain and a seriously evil dude, but I couldn’t help myself! I’ve always attracted trouble so it was only natural to like the bad guys and girls. Now I can’t believe I’m gonna get to possible meet him, this is almost unreal. But then again since I’ve been working for the Avengers and knowing my lineage nothing really seems unreal that much anymore.

“Now you will be leaving here shortly since you don’t really need to pack anything. Plus it’s going to be just you, don’t let me down on this (Y/N)”

I shoot him a big grin and nod my head and stand up from my seat to face Fury. Oh this is going to be so much fun!

“Don’t you worry bout a thing boss, I’ve got it covered!” I wink at him and give a mock salute with two fingers, skipping out of the door and into the living area. I’m then interrupted by a growl coming from my stomach. Oh yeah that’s right, I haven’t eaten yet. Looks like I have one thing to do before I leave.

I bump into Tony as I enter the kitchen, I give him a wave as I move towards the fridge to get the milk for cereal.

“I heard you had a meeting with Fury, what was it about?” Tony asks me while peering over my shoulder.

“Oh nothing really serious, just a little mission.” I lie, but doesn’t last long as I let out a loud squeal and jump into the air, almost hitting my head on the ceiling.

“Doesn’t seem like it from that jump,” he jokes with a finger pointed at the ceiling. I snort and roll my eyes playfully before hitting him lightly on the shoulder while I pass him with my cereal.

“I’m gonna get to meet one of my favorite Disney princesses dude! Imma meet Belle yo! THE Belle! I can’t wait this is gonna be awesome,” I bubble with joy as I let him in on the news. He raises an eyebrow at this. Dude probably doesn’t believe me, which is kinda weird for him but it’s Tony so…

It isn’t long before more of the team shuffles into the kitchen while I sit at the island enjoying my cereal. I can hear Tony announcing my mission to the gang, which produces gasps from some of the team and silence from others. Clint bursts out of the kitchen and slides into the stool next to me.

“You’re gonna see a damn princess and you’re not taking me? I am OFFENDED!” Clint complains and I only point at him and snicker in victory. A hurt expression forms on his face before it’s quickly overtaken by laughter.

“I’m just kidding, not really but I know I can’t come with. Good luck and don’t give away too much information. Also get me an autograph from Gaston and Belle. Thanks, I gotta go now.” He waves at me before leaving. I shake my head and take my bowl and put it in the sink.

Once I finish cleaning my bowl and putting it away, Nat comes up behind me and grabs my shoulders, causing me to jump and scream.

“Damn it Nat, don’t do that! I could’ve shot you ya know,” I mutter while catching my breath.

She lets out a quiet laugh and lets go of my shoulders while taking a step back,

“No you wouldn’t. If you had though I could stop it with ease.”

“Yeah but can you stop my guns AND my foot?” I question her.

“We’ll see when you get back. If you get back that is,” she says, I detect a bit of worry in her voice.

“I will be back Nat, have no fear,” I assure her gently. She smiles and touches my hand gently before walking out of the kitchen to who knows where.

I’m left to my own thoughts before I feel another presence coming towards me.

I perk up as Wanda comes near me, I really like her, she has powers almost similar to mine so we could relate a lot easier than anyone else in the tower.

“Come with me (Y/N), I’ll be teaching you how to get to your destination for the mission,” she tells me. I give a small bow and motion for her to lead the way.

We walk along a hallway that leads to an enclosed space, with walls made of metal. There wasn’t anything in the room, minus us and a pad in the middle of the room. Jeez this place looks boring, it is in serious need of a makeover.

All of a sudden I feel really blue, I haven’t gotten a chance to see my brother before I leave. He’ll probably worry his ass off once he finds out what I’m doing. He knows I can handle myself, and I know he can handle himself, but we’re siblings it’s our job to worry about each other.

“Wanda, can you do something for me?” I ask her gently.

“What is it?”

“Can ya tell Quill where I’m going and that I’ll be back soon, I don’t want him to worry too much.” I say, “Just a little bit of worrying is good enough,” I add, trying to lighten the mood.

She squeezes my shoulder and gives me side hug, that meant yes in Wanda language I suppose.

“So what are we gonna be doing?” I probe, staring at her with a glimmer of adventure in my eyes, the sadness slowly disappearing.

“This is how you will be travelling to the world. I know you can do it on your own, but the thing is you haven’t done it at all, so you are out of practice. The pad will help you direct your energy to a spot so you can make a portal and get there, it’s simple. All you have to do is imagine creating a portal that will take you to the place you need to go and focus the energy on the pad.” Wanda explains, pointing at the pad and staring at me.

I swallow, slowly becoming nervous. Wanda was right, I had never done something like this before. Will it even be stable enough for me to go through? Your eyes widen as another thought crosses my mind, when will I be getting there?

What if the whole Belle and the Beast thing will have already happened when I get there? Will that make things easier or harder?

“Do not worry, you will be in control of that too,” Wanda assures me with a short smile.

I nod and give her a thumbs up, signalling that I’m ready to do this. She takes a step back and allows me to get in front of the pad. I close my eyes and begin to focus my energy on the pad.

I can feel the energy course through my veins as I direct it onto the pad, the place already burned into my mind. A whirring noise begins to appear, getting louder with each blast of energy I pump into the pad.

“Good, it’s ready. You can go through now (Y/N), good luck,” Wanda tells me. Once my eyes are open, they close instantly at the bright light now in front of us. I slowly walk towards it, and then take a big leap into the portal.

Let’s get this party started...

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