#in plain sight 2 sprint

[star-stimz]

hi hi can u do sprint from in plain sight 2 stimboard ^_^? pls use her forsaken skin image thxx ^_^

SPRINT STIMBOARD

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[unfortunatish]

Rlly wanted to do an update soooo

Sketches💥

[viniknp]

hi. please do sprint from in plain sight 2 rentry graphics. she has a lots of fan content and official content so i thought i can request this HEH.. you can use the pride version too

ɴᴏᴛᴇ; I hated this game but sprint Is cute ﹏°𓊝

⠀⠀⠀♡⠀～⠀Sprint rentry graphic

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[makingyourfavindti]

can you make sprint's pride form from in plain sight roblox?

i made sprint (pride) from in plain sight 2 (roblox) in dress to impress

thanks for the request!

[bloxwatch-archived]

theyre having the time of their lives

[latenightreadingpdf]

Hidden in Plain Sight (3) - Dave Lizewski

₊‧⁺˖⋆ Masterlist ⋆˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖⋆ Part 1 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Part 2 ⋆˖⁺‧₊

Summary: When Y/S/N saves Kick-Ass from a dangerous situation, he becomes obsessed with trying to uncover her true identity. Little does he know, Y/S/N is a girl from his school who secretly has a crush on him as well. As they patrol together, their worlds collide in ways neither expected, leading to a surprising revelation about who's really behind the mask.

Y/S/N - Your superhero name

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Y/N strolled through the neighborhood, her mind buzzing with ways to tease Dave. She was endlessly entertained by how adorably flustered he got under that mask—especially when she pushed the limits, gushing over him like he wasn’t the same guy beside her, trying desperately to stay composed. She knew he tried to be respectful, but she often caught him sneaking glances at her chest, and every time she called him out on it, he’d blush furiously under the mask.

Lost in her thoughts, she was pulled back to reality by a quiet cough from behind. Turning, she saw Kick-Ass himself standing there, adjusting his mask nervously.

“Hey, I thought you weren’t going to show up,” she teased.

“I–uh, sorry I’m late,” he replied, still slightly out of breath.

She smirked, nudging him lightly as they began walking. “Oh, don’t worry about it! I just wanted to tell you all about Dave. I finally talked to him yesterday, and it went so well! I asked him to tutor me in calc, and he said yes. Now we’re going to spend all this time together.” She glanced at him, watching his hands start to fidget as she kept going. “I’m just worried, you know? I’ll be trying to learn, but I don’t think I can focus when he’s around. God, he’s so hot. And those hands…” She trailed off dreamily. “I always wonder what they’d feel like on my—”

Suddenly, Kick-Ass stumbled over his own feet, nearly tripping into the street. Y/N pressed her lips together to keep from laughing out loud, but she couldn’t stop herself entirely.

“Sorry,” she giggled. “I know I’m rambling. What about you? Got anything spicy going on in your love life?”

Kick-Ass cleared his throat, clearly flustered. “Uh, yeah. It’s, um… good.”

She tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. “Come on, you have to give me more than that! I’m basically pouring my heart out here, and I get ‘yeah, it’s good’? Spill!”

“Okay, okay, fine,” he relented, clearly trying to think of a way to answer without giving too much away. “There’s this girl, and she’s—”

CRASH.

Oh thank god, Dave thought.

A loud noise cut him off, followed by shouting around the corner. Instinctively, he snapped to attention. “I’ll tell you later,” he said, as the two of them took off, sprinting towards the sound to see how they could help.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

The next day, both Dave and Y/N stepped up their game a bit. Dave put extra effort into picking a shirt that didn’t smell like his closet floor, even making sure his hair didn’t look like he’d just rolled out of bed. Meanwhile, Y/N chose a lower-cut shirt and wore that perfume she knew drove him crazy, adding just a hint more makeup for that extra polished look.

As calculus neared, Dave practically power-walked to the classroom, heart pounding, and took his seat, eyes glued to the door. When Y/N entered, she caught his gaze, offering a warm smile and a wave.

“Hey, Dave,” she greeted, walking up to his desk. “Are you still free to tutor me after school?”

“Of course!” he replied, perhaps a bit too eagerly, but she just smiled, and he watched as she headed to her seat.

For the rest of the day, Dave’s mind was nowhere near his classes. The only thing that seemed to register in his brain was the thought of his upcoming study session with Y/N.

When the final bell rang, Dave wasted no time heading to the library. Halfway there, his phone buzzed with a text:

Y/N: At the table near the back of the library :)

He found her easily, smiling as she waved him over. “Hey, Y/N. Are you ready to start?” he asked, taking the seat beside her.

“Yup! I was hoping we could go over the first unit,” she replied. “I think missing that might be why everything else isn’t making sense.”

“Sure, let’s start there,” he said, pulling out his textbook. He walked her through some basic concepts, then pulled out a sheet of paper to work through a few examples. As he began writing, Y/N scooted her chair closer to get a better view, leaning in, and he felt his mind go blank for a second.

“Uh, so, um,” he stuttered, nearly forgetting what he was supposed to be teaching.

With every example, Y/N seemed to get closer, her shoulder brushing his every so often, her perfume making it impossible for him to concentrate. By the end of the session, Dave was practically melting, trying to keep his focus.

“Thanks so much,” Y/N said as they stood up, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “You’re a great teacher, Dave.”

He barely managed to stammer out a reply, feeling like he’d floated to another dimension. As they walked toward the library doors, she mentioned she was planning to walk home.

Dave felt a surge of courage. “I could, um, walk you home if you want?”

She smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”

The walk was relaxed, conversation flowing easily. They talked about comics, giving each other recommendations, Dave told stupid stories about Todd and Marty, Y/N talked about a party she went to, and just learned more about each other. Every minute of it felt more natural than anything he’d experienced, like the superhero masks weren’t necessary anymore.

When they finally reached her house, Y/N turned to him, eyes warm. “Thanks for walking me home, Dave. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He nodded, practically grinning from ear to ear. “Definitely. See you.”

As he walked back to his own house, he couldn’t stop smiling, mind whirling with every little moment he’d just spent with her.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Between superhero patrols and calculus tutoring, Y/N and Dave had been seeing a lot of each other lately. They texted all the time, and Dave had been noticing her texts popping up at any time of day, which made him grin even at the simplest “Hey, what’s up?”

Saturday afternoon brought him a new message:

Y/N: Dave, pleeease save me! I’m so boooored. :( Dave: I’m about to walk to Atomic Comics to meet Todd and Marty. Wanna hang out with us? Y/N: YES, THANK YOU. Dave: I’ll stop by your place on my way.

He set off for her place, nerves jangling. As she joined him on the walk to the store, he tried to keep his cool but couldn’t stop himself from blurting, “Just a heads-up: my friends are, uh… really weird.”

She laughed, nudging his arm. “They can’t be that weird. I bet they’re just like you—maybe a little shy.”

Dave only chuckled in response, inwardly wincing at how little she knew about Todd and Marty’s lack of social skills.

They slid into a booth across from Todd and Marty, who were already seated. As Dave introduced Y/N, both of his friends seemed frozen, eyes wide, staring at her like she was from another planet. Five silent, awkward seconds passed.

“Guys… Really?” Dave whispered, giving them each a nudge under the table. “Don’t act so… I don’t know… weird?”

That seemed to do the trick. Todd cleared his throat and muttered a barely audible “Hi,” while Marty attempted a smile and a wave.

Y/N just smiled back, unphased, and Dave jumped into conversation about a new Spider-Man x Wolverine crossover he’d been obsessed with lately. As he pulled the comic out from his bag, Y/N scooted closer to look, her shoulder pressing against his. Dave tried to keep his focus on the comic’s cover, but it was hard with her so close, leaning over to see. He felt his face flush and prayed that Todd and Marty wouldn’t say anything embarrassing.

From across the table, they exchanged looks, clearly unable to believe that Dave was sitting that close to Y/N.

Eventually, Dave got up to go to the bathroom, leaving Y/N with his friends. She looked across at them with a smile. “So, guys, I’ve gotta know—what are the best comics here? I’m kind of new to this whole thing.”

The question seemed to break through the last of Todd and Marty’s reservations. Todd’s eyes lit up, and he immediately launched into an enthusiastic explanation of his favorite series, going so far as to pull up comic covers on his phone and explaining key plot points. Marty joined in, pointing out his personal favorites on a nearby rack.

Y/N listened, nodding along and laughing at their side tangents. It didn’t take long before she was laughing along with them, chiming in with questions and responding to their recommendations with genuine curiosity. Soon, Todd was leading her around the store, showing her the most underrated comics and detailing why certain storylines were, in his words, “the best character arcs of all time.”

By the time Dave came back, Y/N was chatting with them comfortably. “So, okay, this whole series is a must-read,” she was saying, holding up a copy of Saga that Todd had practically forced into her hands. “Where should I start?”

“Volume one!” Marty and Todd chorused. Todd gave her a detailed breakdown of how she could get up to speed in no time.

Dave sat down, unable to keep from smiling at the way she fit in with his friends. “Making converts?” he asked with a grin.

“Oh, totally,” Y/N said, scooting back beside him. “I’m basically a comic expert now.”

The four of them ended up lingering at the shop, laughing over various comics and obscure references, until the store started dimming its lights to close up. When they got up to leave, Dave offered to walk Y/N home.

They talked the whole way, chatting about the evening, laughing about Todd and Marty’s passion for comics, and revisiting her new reading list.

“Your friends are funny,” Y/N said as they stopped at her door, smiling.

He laughed. “Funny? That’s new. Usually, they’re terrible.”

She laughed too, eyes twinkling, and then, without warning, she leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Goodnight, Dave.”

For a moment, he just stood there, his cheeks tingling where her lips had brushed his skin. “Uh—goodnight,” he managed weakly as she turned and slipped inside.

Walking home, his head was all fuzzy. As excited as he was about how close he and Y/N were getting, there was that nagging thought in the back of his mind—could he really get close to her without ever telling her he was Kick-Ass? It made him wonder if he could ever have a real chance with her if he kept hiding half his life.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

After school one day, Dave was hanging out at Atomic Comics, flipping through the latest issues with Todd and Marty, when he heard the bell above the door chime. He glanced up from his comic just in time to see Y/N practically sprinting into the store, her face lit up with excitement. She beelined straight toward him, holding up a crinkled piece of paper with a big red “92%” circled at the top.

“Dave!” she almost shouted, her grin so wide it looked like her face might split in two. “Look! 92! I got a 92 on my calculus test!” Before he knew what was happening, she threw her arms around him, squeezing him tightly and burying her face in his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she said, her words muffled but still bursting with enthusiasm.

Dave’s brain went into overdrive, his senses zeroing in on the warmth of her arms around him, her hair brushing against his cheek, and the soft, citrusy scent of her perfume. Somehow, he managed to wrap his arms around her, gently squeezing her back.

“I knew you could do it,” he murmured, grinning ear to ear.

When she finally pulled back, her hands still rested on his shoulders. She looked up at him, eyes gleaming with excitement. “We have to celebrate. You should come over tonight. We’ll watch a movie, and I’ll buy a ton of your favorite snacks. What do you say?”

Dave’s heart pounded so loudly he was sure she could hear it. “Uh… yeah, sure,” he stammered, doing his best to sound casual, though the idea of spending an evening alone with her made him feel anything but.

“Great!” she said, her smile widening even more—if that was possible. With a final wave, she turned and headed for the door, throwing a quick “Bye, guys!” over her shoulder to Todd and Marty.

The door closed, and the three of them watched her leave, stunned into silence. Todd was the first to break it. He nudged Dave with his elbow, eyes wide. “Dude,” he said, barely able to contain his excitement. “This is it. Tonight’s the perfect night to tell her how you feel. You’ve gotta do it!”

Marty nodded enthusiastically, his expression a mix of excitement and impatience. “Seriously, man. She invited you over for a movie night. She wants to celebrate with you. You can’t just ignore that!”

Dave looked between his two friends, his excitement battling with nerves. “You think so?” he asked, even though he could barely contain his own excitement at the thought.

Todd clapped him on the back. “You’ve got this, Dave. Just be honest with her.”

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Dave thought he might actually pass out.

As soon as you opened the door, he had to fight to keep his mouth from hanging open—you were in the cutest pair of fluffy pajama pants and a tiny tank top that showed just a hint of midriff. It was unfair, honestly. Before he could even fully process it, you grabbed his arm, and with a warm smile, pulled him inside, leading him up the stairs and straight to your room.

Walking into your room felt like stepping into another world, one that was undeniably and entirely you. Posters lined the walls, your desk was organized in a way that was both chaotic and charming, and there were little knick-knacks on your shelves that seemed to tell a story all their own. It was exactly how he’d imagined it… Not that he imagined your room or anything like that. That would be weird, right? Totally weird. Totally not him. He definitely did not imagine your room all the time… though, looking around, it was kind of uncanny how close he’d gotten it.

"Go ahead and get comfortable! I’m just grabbing more candy from the kitchen," you said, heading out the door.

He nodded, sitting on the edge of your bed, still taking everything in. Then he noticed a plush bunny sitting at the top of your pillow. Grinning, he reached over and picked it up, giving it a little squeeze, admiring its big, floppy ears. He was caught red-handed when you came back, and his eyes widened slightly when he saw you laughing at him.

“Oh my god, you’re one of those people, huh?” he teased, holding the bunny up like a prized possession.

You put a hand on your hip, rolling your eyes playfully. “Yes, I am, and it’s cute, okay?”

He chuckled, flipping the bunny around in his hands. “What’s his name?”

You groaned, blushing. “Come on, Dave… do you really need to know?”

He put on a serious face, hugging the bunny dramatically. “Absolutely. His name is—”

You bit back a smile, rolling your eyes. “… it’s Mr. Floppy.”

He choked back a laugh. “Mr. Floppy? Well Mr. Floppy is my new best friend now.”

“Oh no, how will I ever survive,” you replied in a mockingly dramatic tone, unable to hide your grin. Within seconds, the two of you broke out in a fit of laughter, your voices mingling in a way that made your room feel like the safest, happiest place in the world.

Settling down, you handed him a bowl of candy and flopped onto the bed next to him, pulling up the movie. As it started, you shifted closer, so much so that Dave could feel the warmth radiating from you. By the time you were twenty minutes in, you were nestled against his chest, his arm resting around you almost instinctively. He didn’t dare move—this was the closest he’d ever been to you, and he could feel his heart racing, every nerve on edge. Every thirty seconds or so, he couldn’t help himself; he’d glance down at you, admiring the way the glow from the screen softened your features.

After a while, you must’ve felt him looking at you because you shifted, turning to meet his eyes. The two of you were so close that your breaths mingled, and the tension between you was thick enough to cut. In a quiet voice, you tilted your head and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Dave swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper. “Nothing, it’s just… you look really pretty.”

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment, and you offered a shy smile, thanking him softly as you continued to gaze into his eyes. The movie was entirely forgotten now.

“Y/N, I… uh, I really like you,” he stammered, finally gathering the courage to say what he’d been holding back. “You’re so smart, beautiful, and… way out of my league, but I can’t help it. I really want to be more than friends.”

For a moment, you simply looked at him, and his heart felt like it might stop entirely. “Say something… please,” he whispered, his voice laced with nervousness.

Finally, a smile spread across your face, and with a glance down at his lips, you leaned in, closing the gap with a gentle, sweet kiss. When you pulled back, you whispered, “I like you too, Dave.”

A grin broke across his face, and he could hardly believe this was happening. “Can I… can I kiss you again?” he asked, breathless, as if he were asking permission for a once-in-a-lifetime privilege.

Laughing softly, you replied, “You can kiss me whenever you want.”

This time, he kissed you deeper, pouring every ounce of his feelings into it, savoring every second. The kiss grew more passionate, and his heart pounded in his chest, but when you finally pulled back, he couldn’t help but let out a soft, disappointed whine, not wanting the moment to end.

You bit your lip, an amused smile on your face. “I actually have something to confess, too,” you said, your voice softer now.

Sitting up straighter, he looked at you with wide eyes, a slight furrow in his brow. “What is it?”

You took a breath, meeting his gaze. “I know you’re Kick-Ass.”

For a moment, he froze, his mind scrambling. “W-What?” he spluttered, immediately trying to backtrack. “I—Kick-Ass? No, that’s—that’s not me! I’m, uh—”

You held up a hand to stop him, laughing softly. “And I know you know that I’m Y/S/N.”

His eyes widened even further, and he seemed completely thrown off. “But… you always talked about ‘Dave’ to me when we were out, you know, fighting crime together. I thought… I thought I had you fooled.”

You shrugged, grinning. “I just liked teasing you. It was… kind of adorable to see you get all flustered.”

“Oh,” he breathed, the realization dawning on him as his face flushed a deep red. He couldn’t help but laugh, feeling both relieved and slightly embarrassed. The two of you settled back into the bed, and a grin spread across his face as a new thought occurred to him.

“Just think about it, though—we’d make the most amazing superhero couple ever,” he said, his voice bubbling with excitement at the idea. “Kick-Ass and Y/S/N, taking down bad guys together? We’d be unstoppable!”

You smirked, raising an eyebrow as you poked his chest. “Not so fast, Kick-Ass. Before we start planning our crime-fighting future, you’ve gotta take me on a proper date first.”

He grinned sheepishly, nodding as he took your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “Right. Totally. Consider it done.”

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A/N ~ and that concludes this story! thank you all for reading <3 I’ll probably go back through this another time and edit it a bit. If anyone has any Kick-ass fic recs or ideas please send them my way pretty please :)))

[meazalykov]

wrong number

bayern munich frauen x reader

1/6, 2/6, 3/6, 4/6, 5/6, 6/6

summary: fate brought them to you

you've been in munich for two weeks now, and life has been surprisingly calm. 

after the chaos of packing, traveling, and settling into your new apartment, you've finally found a routine. the apartment is cozy, mid century themed and tucked away in a quiet nice bavarian neighborhood with everything you need nearby. 

maple, your tabby cat, has settled in just as well as you, spending most of her days lounging in the patches of sunlight that filter through your windows. sometimes she lays on your balcony when it is warm outside.

remote work has kept you busy, but it’s not the same as the constant stream of activities back home. you've spent most of your free time exploring the neighborhood, finding comfort in the little things—like the coffee shop at the corner of your street. 

the barista already knows your order: iced mocha coffee with strawberry cold foam to have with a plain bagel with butter. it’s become a morning ritual, something you look forward to each day.

despite the quiet life you're living, you’re still in touch with the girls from the group chat. they’ve kept you in the loop, sending memes, talking about football, and, most importantly, making you feel like you’ve got friends here in munich. 

you’ve especially bonded with sydney, who’s given you tons of recommendations on places to eat and visit. you haven’t met any of them in person yet, though. 

the thought of it makes you a little nervous. would they be as friendly in real life as they are in the chat? would they recognize you?

this morning is no different from any other. you wake up, stretch, and check your phone. a few messages have already popped up in the group chat.

georgia: guten morgen guys! practice soon ugh, i’m so tired from the sprints last night. i need caffeine

sydney: always need caffeine. 

sydney: hey y/n 

you: hi good morning! 

sydney: try the new place i told you about yet, y/n?

you: not yet! i was planning to check it out this weekend.

tuva: y/n, if you don’t check it out soon, we’re gonna have to drag you there!! 

you laugh to yourself as you get out of bed. maple stirs from her spot on the windowsill, stretching her little legs before hopping down to rub against your leg. 

"hey, maple," you say softly, giving her a gentle scratch behind the ears before heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

within thirty minutes, you're dressed and heading out the door, your mind already on that iced mocha. the walk to the coffee shop is short, and you smile at the familiar sight of the cozy little café as you approach. 

it’s not too crowded this morning, just a few people scattered around with their laptops and books at the wooden glossed tables.

you step up to the counter, already knowing your order by heart. as you wait for the barista to finish up with a few other customers, the bell above the door rings, signaling someone’s entrance. 

you glance over out of habit, not thinking much of it—until you see a familiar face.

georgia stanway. from the group chat.

you freeze for a second, your brain trying to catch up with what you’re seeing. she’s dressed casually, a grey hoodie pulled over her head with matching joggers, but there’s no mistaking her. 

she’s one of the girls from the bayern munich chat, and she’s just walked into your coffee shop. you’re not sure what to do—does she even care enough to want to talk to you in person? you’ve never spoken to any of them face-to-face, aside from a few private messages with sydney about food spots.

you’re still debating what to do when georgia looks up and catches your eye.

for a moment, you're sure she doesn’t recognize you, but then her face breaks into a smile.

"y/n?" she asks, her voice tinged with surprise.

you nod, unable to stop the grin that spreads across your face. 

"yeah, hey!"

before you know it, georgia’s quickly walking over to you, pulling you into a quick hug. 

"oh my days, i didn’t think i’d run into you here!" she laughs, stepping back. 

"i’ve been waiting to meet you. what are you doing at this café?"

you chuckle nervously, still a little stunned. 

"i live just down the street. this is my usual spot."

georgia’s eyes widen. 

"no way! i live right down the street too. this is my favorite café."

"seriously?" you laugh. 

"i’ve been coming here almost every day since i moved."

"well, i guess we’re neighbors now," georgia says, still grinning. 

"small world, huh?"

you nod, feeling the nervousness melt away. georgia’s warmth and friendliness are exactly how she was in the group chat, and you’re already starting to feel comfortable.

"what are you getting?" georgia asks, stepping up to the counter with you.

"an iced mocha and a plain bagel with butter," you reply.

georgia raises her eyebrows, impressed. 

"fancy. i’m just going for a regular iced coffee today. practice from last night has drained me."

the two of you place your orders and find a table near the window, settling in for what turns into an easy conversation. 

you talk about the neighborhood, about your favorite spots so far, and about how surreal it is to finally meet each other in person.

"i can’t believe we live so close," georgia says at one point, shaking her head. 

"i knew you were in munich, but i didn’t think we’d run into each other like this. we were all planning to invite you to the games in order to get the chance to see you!"

"oh my– and me neither," you admit, smiling as you sip your iced mocha. 

"but this is nice. makes the city feel a little less big, you know?"

georgia nods, her eyes sparkling with excitement. 

"so, what have you been up to? besides chilling at this café."

you shrug. 

"mostly work. i’ve been working remotely, so i spend a lot of time here or at home with maple."

"maple?"

"my cat," you explain with a laugh. 

"she’s a tabby. super lazy."

"cute. i’m more of a dog person, but cats are cool!" georgia says, leaning back in her chair. 

"speaking of lazy, i have to head to practice soon, but we need to hang out again sometime. we all think it’s nice having a non-football friend."

you smile at that. 

"yeah, i’d like that."

before you leave, georgia pulls out her phone. 

"we need to send a pic to the group chat. everyone’s gonna freak out that we met in person!"

you laugh as she leans in for a quick selfie. 

"okay, ready?" she says, holding the phone up. you smile, and she snaps the photo. within seconds, it’s posted in the group chat.

georgia: *one photo attachment*

georgia: look who i ran into!!

the chat blows up immediately.

sydney: NO WAY.

klara: LUCKY???!!!!!

tuva: i’m dying omg 

lena: jealous af rn 

sarah: this is too cute. i can’t 

you laugh as the messages roll in, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. you hadn’t expected to feel this connected to them, but here you are, genuinely happy that you’ve met georgia.

"i knew they’d freak out," georgia says with a grin, pocketing her phone. 

"anyway, i gotta head to practice, but let’s hang out soon, yeah?"

"for sure," you reply, standing up as well. 

"i’m heading to the gym anyway."

"perfect timing," georgia says, pulling you into another quick hug. 

"see you later, neighbor."

"see you," you say, waving as she heads out the door.

as you walk back home, you feel a strange sense of contentment. you hadn’t expected to make friends so quickly in munich, but here you are, part of a group of girls who seem genuinely happy to have you around—even if the way you met was unconventional.

later that afternoon, after you’ve finished your workout and settled back in at home, you check your phone again. more messages have piled up in the group chat, and you scroll through them with a smile.

tuva: y/n, you should come to our game this weekend. we’re playing frankfurt at home

sydney: YES. you have to come. it’s gonna be epic.

lea: you don’t really have a choice y/n 

you blink, surprised by the invitation. you hadn’t even thought about going to one of their games, but now that they’re asking, you find yourself grinning.

you: lea i’d love to anyways! count me in.

the excitement in the chat is immediate.

kathi: yessss! it’s gonna be so fun.

sydney: we’ll hook you up with tickets and the seating stuff. don’t worry about a thing!

lena: you can sit with kathi and i! we can’t play because of our acl injuries

y/n: ouu

y/n: ouu to the seating, not you and kathi being injured

klara: don’t lie y/n

   kathi: ?? 

   lena: ????? 

klara: i’m kidding!

y/n: LMAO

ana g: see you soon y/n!

the day of the bayern munich vs. frankfurt game arrive a few days later. you’re feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. this is your first time attending a professional football match, and it’s not just any match—it’s your new friends’ match. 

these girls, whom you’ve gotten to know through a mistaken group chat, are now part of your life, and you’re here to support them. its out-of-body to you.

you stand outside the stadium, ticket on your phone, which sydney had sent to you earlier in the week. as you walk in, you can’t help but take in the electric atmosphere. fans are streaming in from every direction, wearing red and white scarves, chanting and singing in excitement. 

the energy is contagious.

after buying a pretty bayern-themed scarf from the merch stand, you wrap it around your neck for good measure. it feels like the perfect way to show support for your new friends, even though you’ve only known them for about a month. 

they’ve been so welcoming, and you can’t help but feel grateful for how things have turned out.

you glance at your phone, double-checking the seating section sydney had mentioned in her text. the ticket leads you to the family and friends section, which surprises you. 

you didn’t expect to be sitting somewhere so special for the team. then again, you didn’t expect to be here at all a month ago.

when you reach your row, you notice that the seats directly beside you are still empty, but that’s okay. you sit down, adjusting your scarf and the brown bomber jacket you’d chosen for the game. the late evening breeze is cool, but the jacket keeps you warm as you watch the girls warm up on the pitch below.

as you look out at the field, you spot all of the familiar faces from the group chat—they’re already practicing. you can’t help but smile, knowing you’ve gotten to know these players beyond just their professional personas. 

the same moment– you see two figures walking together along the bottom of the family and friends section, heading in your direction: 

lena and kathi.

you try not to stare, pretending you’re just casually looking around as they get closer to the section where you're seated. 

it’s impossible not to notice when they head directly toward you. your heart skips a beat, unsure of what to expect.

"y/n!!!?" kathi grins, stopping beside you. 

"hii its nice to finally meet you!"

"oh, hey!!!" you stand up, a bit flustered but smiling. 

"it’s so good to finally meet you guys in person."

kathi pulls you into a hug, and lena smiles as she steps closer, giving you a quick hug as well. 

"we were wondering when we’d run into you," lena says, her voice warm and teasing.

"same here," you laugh nervously. 

"i wasn’t sure i’d see any of you outside the chat."

"well, now you’re stuck with us," kathi jokes, sitting down on your left, while lena settles in on your right. 

"this seat taken?"

"nope, all yours," you reply, staying cool despite the fact that you’re suddenly sitting between two bayern stars. 

"so, you come here often?" lena asks, nudging you lightly as she adjusts her scarf.

you grin. 

"this is my first time at a soc- sorry, football match, actually."

kathi raises an eyebrow. 

"wait, you’ve never been to a football game?"

"not really," you admit, feeling a little sheepish. 

"i know how the game works, but i’ve just never watched it. i played basketball growing up in the states."

"basketball? that’s cool," kathi says, her eyes lighting up with interest. 

"i could never get the hang of basketball. too many rules."

"too many rules?" lena laughs, shaking her head. 

"you’re a footballer, and you think basketball has too many rules?"

"okay, fair," kathi grins, giving lena a playful nudge from around your shoulder.  

"but come on, football’s just easier to follow."

"yeah, yeah, whatever," lena says with a grin. 

then, turning back to you, she asks, "so. .y/n tell me– do you have any other friends in munich? or maybe… a boyfriend?"

you laugh, not expecting the question. 

"oh, no. definitely no boyfriend."

lena raises an eyebrow, intrigued. 

"really?"

"yeah," you nod, still smiling. 

"i don’t swing that way."

kathi lets out a quiet snicker, and lena shoots her a quick look—one of interest. 

kathi just rolls her eyes playfully, clearly aware that lena is trying to flirt. 

you, of course, are oblivious and continue chatting as if nothing is unusual.

"good to know," lena says, her tone lighter, almost teasing.

before the conversation can continue, kathi jumps in, steering it away from lena’s not-so-subtle flirting. 

"so, any hobbies? other than being in random group chats with footballers?"

"actually, yeah," you say, smiling at the memory of your last project. "i do ceramics."

"no way," kathi says, clearly impressed. 

"that’s awesome. i’ve always wanted to try something like that."

"you should! there’s a ceramics studio in downtown munich. i’m going to a class next week if you guys want to come with me on wednesday."

"i’m in," kathi says instantly, grinning.

"i’d love to, but i’ve got a thing with adidas that day," lena says, frowning slightly. 

"but next time for sure."

"no worries," you say, understanding. 

"it sounds like you guys are always busy with something."

"pretty much," kathi sighs, leaning back in her seat. 

"but hey, at least we get days like today to relax."

you glance over at lena and kathi, both of them sitting out of this gme due to their ACL injuries. 

"how are you guys doing with the injuries, by the way?"

"we’re getting there," kathi says with a small smile. 

"it sucks, but we’re doing okay."

"yeah," lena adds. 

"it’s tough watching from the sidelines, but we’re handling it."

just then, a loud cheer erupts from the crowd as the game kicks off. you turn your attention to the field, watching as bayern and frankfurt begin to battle it out.

about thirty minutes into the game, georgia breaks through frankfurt’s defense and scores a stunning goal. the crowd screams, and you, kathi, and lena all clap enthusiastically.

"that’s our girl," kathi grins, clapping as she watches georgia celebrate with her teammates.

you lean over slightly, grinning as you point towards georgia. 

"so how does someone kick a ball that far? seriously, that was impressive."

lena smirks and leans in a little closer to you, her eyes playful. 

"how do you shoot a three-pointer?"

you laugh. 

"practice, lots of practice. you’ve just got to get the right angle, arm strength, and—"

"so basically, the same thing as kicking a ball from outside the penalty box?" lena teases.

"i guess you could say that," you reply with a grin, enjoying the playful banter.

the three of you settle into the game, chatting in between plays and cheering for bayern.  

as you talk, you can’t help but notice people around you taking pictures. kathi and lena are well-known, and while you’re not used to the attention, it’s clear that people are curious about who you are. 

who’s the girl sitting with two injured bayern players? whispers and glances are cast in your direction from photographers and fans, but you try not to pay it any mind.

by halftime, the score is still 1-0 in favor of bayern, and lena and kathi stand up to stretch. 

"we’re going to the lounge," kathi says, glancing down at you. 

"you coming?"

you hesitate, unsure if you’re even allowed. 

"i thought that was just for family and players?"

lena laughs. "you’re on the list. we put you down as one of our guests. you’re our friend."

"seriously?" you feel a smile spread across your face, touched by the gesture. 

"that’s amazing. i had no idea."

"come on, let’s go," kathi says, waving you along. 

"you’ve got to see it."

you follow them to the lounge, which is a lot fancier than you expected. plush couches, tables lined with snacks, and a relaxed atmosphere for family and friends of the team to hang out during halftime. 

"you know– it’s so nice to have a friend who’s not a footballer," lena speaks. 

"i’m glad you guys like my presence," you admit, still in awe of how quickly everything’s changed since that random group chat.

“oh, i definitely do.” lena smirks. 

kathi roles her eyes at lena while smiling. 

"it feels like you’re one of us now." kathi says, nudging you. 

after the break, the three of you head back out to your seats just in time to see bayern score another goal. this time, it’s klara who fires a screamer from way outside the penalty box, sending the ball soaring into the back of the net. the crowd erupts, and you clap along with lena and kathi.

lena glances over at you with a playful smile. 

"i’ve got to say, y/n," she starts, her voice light but with that familiar teasing edge, 

"you’re really pulling off that look. the brown bomber jacket, the bavarian scarf—you're fitting in with the bayern fans already."

you laugh, tugging at the scarf and feeling a little flustered by the compliment. 

"oh, thanks. i wasn’t sure if i could pull off the whole ‘bayern fan’ look, but here we are."

"oh, you’re pulling it off," lena says, her eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than you expect. there’s something in her tone—something that makes your heart skip a beat—but you shrug it off, thinking she’s just being friendly.

kathi, sitting on your other side, shoots lena a knowing look. 

"careful, lena. you’re laying it on pretty thick," she says, grinning as she leans forward to catch your eye. 

"she’s just messing with you, y/n."

you chuckle, completely oblivious to the flirtatious undercurrent. 

"well, it’s working. i feel like a proper football fan now."

"you look like one too," lena adds, her smile widening as she casually adjusts the scarf around your neck. her fingers brush lightly against your skin, and for a brief second, there’s a flicker of something more in the way she’s looking at you. 

again, you chalk it up to her just being playful. after all, you’ve only known these girls for a month—there’s no way lena’s flirting, right?

"okay, okay," you laugh, trying to shake off the slight awkwardness you feel. 

"i get it, i look the part. but you two are the real stars here."

"oh please," kathi says, rolling her eyes. 

"we’re benched, remember? lena and i are just here for moral support. you’re the real star for coming to your first game and surviving sitting with us."

you smile, feeling comfortable with them even though you’re completely out of your element. 

"honestly, i’ve had so much fun already. i didn’t realize how intense football could be."

"you haven’t seen anything yet," lena says, nudging your arm. 

"this is just a regular league game. wait until you see the champions league.” 

"yeah, lena’s right. the energy in those games is something else," kathi adds, leaning back in her seat and stretching.

you nod, already imagining the bigger games. "i can’t wait to see more."

"and now that you’re here in munich," lena says, leaning a little closer, 

"we’ll have to make sure you come to more games. maybe we’ll even get you onto the pitch someday."

"me? on the pitch? you guys would concede twenty goals before the second half." you laugh, shaking your head. 

"i’m just here to watch. you guys are the pros."

"oh, i don’t know," lena says, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

 

"you’ve got the look down, you’ve got the enthusiasm. all you need now is a little practice."

"practice?" you raise an eyebrow, amused. 

"i don’t think i’d last five minutes on the field."

kathi grins, leaning in from the other side. 

"i think you’d surprise yourself. plus, you play basketball, right? you’ve got the coordination."

"it’s not the same thing," you say, laughing. 

"i’ve never even kicked a ball before."

"we’ll fix that," lena says confidently, her hand brushing against your arm again. 

"next time we’re at the training grounds after our injury rehab, you should come. we’ll show you how it’s done."

kathi watches the exchange, clearly picking up on lena’s flirty tone, but you remain completely oblivious. 

you just smile, nodding along as if they’re simply making friendly suggestions.

"yeah, i’m sure i’ll be a natural," you joke, but lena’s gaze lingers on you for a beat longer, and kathi gives her a subtle nudge.

by the time the final whistle blows after the game, bayern has secured a solid 3-0 victory, and the atmosphere in the stadium is electric. you clap and cheer along with the rest of the fans, feeling proud of your friends on the field.

"let’s go down and meet everyone," lena says, standing up and stretching.

"wait, meet everyone?" you ask, your eyes wide.

"yeah, come on," kathi says, grinning as she grabs your hand and pulls you toward the field. 

"we’re taking you down to meet the whole team."

you can hardly believe this is happening. as the three of you make your way onto the pitch, your heart races. you’ve seen these girls on instagram or in the group chat, but now you’re about to meet them in person.

as soon as they spot you, georgia, sydney, tuva, and the rest of the team come running over, laughing and cheering.

“y/n!!” sam kerr squeals as she jogs over.

"it’s the wrong number girl!" tuva jokes, pulling you into a hug. 

"i was starting to think you were a figment of my imagination." the norwegian continued. 

“no no, i am real!” you laugh as she patted your shoulder. 

"y/n!!!!" 

you look over to see sydney sprinting to you from the benches.

she nearly tackles you as her strong body pushes yours into a hug. shes happy just as you were. you’ve talked to her more individually than the rest of the girls throughout the month, so you are most familar with syd. 

sydney pulls back from the hug but keeps her hands on your shoulders. 

"finally! it’s so good to meet you in person."

you smile, feeling the warmth of her welcome. 

"yeah, it feels surreal, honestly."

"how’s munich treating you so far?" she asks, genuinely interested, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"it’s been great," you reply, nodding. 

"i’m still getting used to everything, but it’s such a beautiful city like you’ve said. i’ve just been trying new places, you know?"

"that’s awesome," sydney says, giving you an approving nod. 

"i’m glad you’re settling in. you’re gonna love it here once you get into the groove. georgia mentioned you live near her?"

"yeah, just a few streets down, actually."

"perfect!" sydney says, her smile widening. 

"do you have a ride home? i can give you a ride home if you want. i’m heading that way anyway."

you blink, surprised by the offer, but then you nod, grateful. 

"i was just going to take the bus home but that’d be great syd, thank you so much."

"no problem," she says, waving off your thanks. 

"plus, tomorrow, you should join us for lunch. by us i mean me and sam. we are going to get pizza if you’re interested!?” 

"that’s awesome, i’d love to" you say, clapping her hands together once as sydney pulls you in for a last hug– just happy to see you after speaking for a full month. 

you laugh, feeling a sense of ease settle in. sydney’s kindness wasn’t surprising since she has always been kind and humorous in her messages. 

a hand touches your shoulders and you see lena’s bestfriend– lea. the woman’s blonde hair and blue eyes complimented each other and you couldn’t help but smile.

"lea!!!" you laugh, hugging her.

"it’s so good to meet you," lea says, smiling warmly against your shoulder. 

"its nice seeing you in person rather than in pictures on my phone." lea continued. 

you blush, overwhelmed by how kind they all are. it feels like you’ve known these girls for years, not just weeks. 

as the hugs and introductions continue, you can’t help but feel like you’ve found your friends here in munich.

pernille and magda walk over, and you freeze slightly. of course you’ve talked to them in the groupchat but you’ve recently discovered that they’re one of the most iconic couples in women’s football. 

"so, you’re the famous y/n," pernille says with a grin, her arm coming to wrap around your shoulders. 

"uh, yeah, i guess that’s me," you say, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"you’re adorable," magda says, giving you a once-over before flashing you a smile.

"thanks," you mumble, feeling your face grow even hotter. these girls are all so effortlessly cool, and you’re still trying to wrap your head around the fact that they’ve accepted you into their world.

after chatting with the team for a while, discussing the game and making jokes, you realize just how lucky you are to have stumbled into this friendship. 

sure, it started with a wrong number, but now, standing on the pitch surrounded by these incredible women, you feel like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

as the night winds down, sydney meets you after changing and showering in the locker rooms. she grins as the both of you walk to her car, georgia already waiting. 

sydney agreed to take the both of you home. since you and georgia are neighbors and sydney lives a couple of minutes away.

"so, what do you think y/n? are you a football fan now?"

"definitely," you laugh, glancing around at the team. "i can’t believe you guys play that amazing sport."

“It's exhausting sometimes though.” georgia says from the passenger seat as you settle in the middle seat in sydney’s car. 

“i feel you. i mean i’m not a professional footballer, but i did play basketball for many years.” you say. 

“that's not shocking, you look athletic.” sydney says as georgia nods her head.

“thank you! i can’t believe the one and only sydney lohmann is complimenting me.” you joke and georgia laughs. 

"believe it," sydney says, reaching over her drivers seat to pat your left knee. 

"we’re not letting you go anytime soon."

part three here

[nani-nonny]

Prisoner of Fear : Part 3

Masterpost | Part 2

You chose: Hiding Spot (2)

Enjoy!

Lee’s first thought is to check Señor Hueso’s restaurant, but he scratches the thought when he remembers how loud that place can get. And with his luck, the place was usually up in shambles with whatever crazy situation was happening. It was like trouble followed his family wherever they went. He has to remember his old hiding spots, places where not even trouble could find him–even his family. He has to remember old spots where he used to relax with his family.

And in hindsight… they weren’t exactly good hiding spots. Within the wiring of large jumbotrons in stadiums? Not exactly the best hiding spot. Within plain view of anyone while wearing shoddy disguises? Definitely the worst kind of hiding pot. But that one isn’t exactly a hiding spot. They were almost everywhere in their phony disguises.

But quiet places…?

Lee looks up immediately, eyes locking on the rooftops and their ledges.

Under his breath, Lee mumbles, “Quiet… hidden…”

Memories of spending long nights with his family staring up at the night sky begins to flood his mind as he begins his climb. He grabs the nearest window pane and digs his prosthetic fingers into it, launching his body upwards to catch on another window pane or any other piece of the building’s structure.

He remembers the nights where they made an effort to venture out together, as a family, to fight off the stuffy feeling of constantly living underground. Donnie would point out constellations or planets, maybe he would throw in a random fact that has long flown over Lee’s head by now. Mikey would be huddled with Splinter under a plethora of blankets, keeping warm as they tried to listen to Donnie’s educational rant without falling asleep. Raph would spend the first hour pacing the rooftop, anxious that they would be spotted until he finally gave in and huddled under the blankets with Mikey and Splinter.

And Lee… What would he do?

He reaches the rooftop with ease, ignoring the unanswered question as he scans left and right. But when his view is blocked by an even taller building, he curses under his breath. It’s not high enough. And the blaring horns of traffic down below confirms that thought.

He needs to be higher. The heights are quiet. They’re safe. That’s exactly what he would have done in the past.

He takes a few steps back before readying himself. The next building over is a bit far, but it’s possible. He’s jumped further and more dangerous leaps before, this is nothing. So, he breaks into a full sprint. And when his foot lands on the ledge, he launches himself.

He lands on his foot before breaking his fall with an easy somersault. He catches sight of the next building and doesn’t stop running. His foot meets the ledge once again and he launches himself to the next rooftop.

He repeats this precarious process, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, building to building. He climbs each building that rises higher than the last until he’s scaling skyscrapers. He doesn’t stop until he’s able to see all of Brooklyn on the city’s tallest skyscraper. It brings bad memories, standing on the skyscraper’s rooftop, but he ignores it as he scans the city below.

He searches and searches for anything; a glimpse of a movement, a crowd of cautious strangers–anything.

But then he sees it.

The smallest, green speck on the top of one of the pillars supporting the Brooklyn Bridge. And it… confuses Lee for a second. The bridge is stocked full of cars and trucks stuck in traffic. There must be an endless shroud of sound constantly blaring like a dissonant choir.

So why would his counterpart be there…?

Lee pulls out Mikey’s phone but stops himself short of texting his counterpart’s family. Is that what he needs right now…?

He shakes the thought from his head and tucks the phone away. He’ll think that question over when he sees his past self. He just needs to see if the teen’s okay.

Lee makes quick work of scaling down the skyscraper, dangerously letting his fingers scrape down the side until it was safe enough for him to jump to the nearest rooftop. He doesn’t care if he might be seen in the news as some kind of smaller, less reptilian and more amphibious version of a certain kaiju. That’s a problem for Donnie to fix later. He’s more focused on preventing twisting his ankle on the way to his past self, but makes the journey with ease.

He hops a ride on the top of a semi, hiding himself from the edge while laying on his back. He watches the sunset in the west, twisting his neck uncomfortably to get a better look. And then he realizes why the teen came to the Brooklyn Bridge.

It’s home.

Lee watches the first arch of the Brooklyn Bridge pass and immediately jumps for the nearest pillar. He rounds the pillar to avoid any stares as he climbs the dirty, gross pillar covered-in-bird-feces and tries to avoid those too. It’s a bit difficult to climb due to the pillar’s cylindrical shape, and having to climb the short distance to the tower, but he manages nonetheless.

It makes it all worth it in the end when he sees his past self curled into a ball on the neighboring pillar, past one of the arching cables. Relief immediately swells in Lee’s body when he sees the teen isn’t harmed anymore than he already was when they first met.

Lee steps onto the ledge of the tower and curses inwardly when he sees how far the tower he’s on is from the tower his counterpart is on. He’ll have to cross the support cables, which isn’t something he hasn’t done before, but given the circumstances… it won’t be a nice fall. But he continues onward, making the first step onto the cable.

With each step he makes, he tries to make up topics of conversation. His past self may be on a different level of sociability in comparison to when he had faced this. In fact, he had been trapped long enough to lose his ability to make sound altogether. But from his interaction with his past self, it wasn’t like that for the younger.

But the fear is there, just like his was. He just needs to comfort the teen. Show how everything is safe now.

Lee crosses the support beams without much trouble. There had been a seagull or two flying by and the annoying sound of a horn blaring for too long to be considered sane, but he made it. Although, he didn’t dare passing beyond the ledge. He doesn’t want to scare off the teen now, not when he has reached this far.

So, he clears his throat to signify his arrival.

The sound makes the teen flinch and turn around with the swing of his blade. The teen’s eyes look horrified, wide, and tensed. He points the end of the blade drastically in almost every direction until he finally sees Lee standing from a distance.

“Hey, bud,” Lee greets.

The younger’s eyes shake–tremble in their sockets as he stares directly at the elder. His hand trembles with far more vigor than his eyes, as if they were long trapped in ice. The teen curls deeper into himself, attempting to burrow backward into the corner of the opposing ledge.

Lee raises his hands in surrender, spreading apart his fingers to show he’s not concealing any weapons or anything at all. “I’m not going to do anything, I just want to talk. Is that okay?”

The younger’s eyes shift back and forth between Lee’s open palms, frantically looking between like an overly cautious animal.

Lee frowns seeing how frightened his younger self is and realizes… he messed up. He did more harm than good, bringing his counterpart to the lair the way he did.

A horn blares louder among the rest on the bridge, making the younger flinch and point his blade in the direction of the sound. And it makes Lee’s frown grow deeper. Or maybe he executed his plans the wrong way…

It’s obvious the teen shouldn’t be here. The poor kid is too afraid to think straight, much less think at all from the looks of it.

Lee clears his throat again, garnering the teen’s attention again. He speaks cautiously, “Don’t worry, just a horn. You remember the cars in New York, right? I know you remember something since you’re here of all places.”

The teen doesn’t respond, as expected. And his eyes refuse to look away from Lee.

“Sorry, you’re scared right now, I get it,” Lee apologizes sincerely.

The teen’s eyes narrow, making Lee add this note to the possibility that he still understands speech. It’s far more than what he had experienced… and it’s far more helpful for him to help Leo.

“You might not believe me, but you’re okay now. The Krang’s gone. You did the impossible, Champ,” Lee tries to convince the teen, fighting back the confident quirk at the corner of his mouth when he sees the teen move slightly at the nickname.

Lee can feel the steady, increasing burn grow in his arms. But he doesn’t lower them, not even the smallest margin. His surrender is the only thing that is letting him have this one-sided conversation with the younger.

“That’s right, Leo. You beat the Krang. You freed yourself from the Prison Dimension. I know you remember it. And it’s not a trick. Trust me, Champ. I personally know what you’ve gone through.”

At that, the teen’s head quirks to the right. Whether he’s curious, intrigued, or confused, Lee’s not sure. But he’s got the teen’s interest. So he keeps talking.

“You’re safe. No more tricks, no more Krang. You’re finally home. Well, Brooklyn, but it’s better than back there, right?”

The teen’s hand falters slightly, the sword lowering ever-so-softly.

Lee takes this moment to take a step off the ledge, just one single step as he mentally fights with himself on what he should do next. But this motion makes the sword raise again, this time directly at his head.

“I know what you’re thinking. ‘Is it a trick? Is it another facade made by the Krang? What does it want from me? How do I get away?’”

Lee turns to the side, mimicking taking a step back like he was making room for the younger to step through a doorway.

“I won’t stop you if you try to make a run for it. But just know that I’ll follow you to make sure you’re safe. Do you think you could handle me following you everywhere you go until we have this talk?”

Lee almost laughs aloud when he sees the teen’s mouth quiver to a small snarl of disgust in response.

“I thought so…”

Cautiously, Lee lowers himself. He keeps an eye on the younger, who flinched at first but keeps a steady blade pointed at him as he lays on his back on the ground. Lee sprawls himself out like a starfish, extending his limbs in a tiny stretch before exhaling softly.

The sun is almost completely gone for the night, a purple hue consuming the sky in an ombre effect. A cold is slowly blanketing the area as the night closes in and all it does is remind Lee of how lonely the rooftops were to him–especially at night. How these nights were empty and void of people other than siblings–before they met April… He doesn’t want the teen to have another night like those, but… he’s not sure what to do.

“I’m scared for you, bud,” Lee admits suddenly.

Lee doesn’t check over his shoulder for any sight of response from the teen. He just stares up at the sky as the night slowly begins to show itself.

“I’m scared that you’ll stay like this forever. At least, that’s what I was afraid of when I was in your place.”

In the stars, Lee sees a glimpse of his past. Of nights when he, too, ran from his family out of pure fear. Of nights when the only thing that comforted him was the moon’s soft light from above, where the stars weren’t reliable in showing themselves no matter how many times he begged. Nights where he curled into himself in the darkest corners or the coldest holes where no one would find him. Nights where his heart pounded so hard against his chest, he wasn’t able to sleep or eat or drink for days. Nights where he feared being alive because everything was so terrifying to face. Nights where he thought he was constantly being hunted by the Krang, even when they failed to show their faces for a year and more.

The Krang haunted his every waking hour. They were somehow everywhere and nowhere all at once. They were in the air he breathed, the water he drank–in the blood that coursed through his veins. They were in the faces of strangers and the ones he failed to recognize as his family. They were in his reflection and in his mind.

Life was nothing but a living hell, a personal horror movie made specifically for him.

“I was afraid, just like you. I was scared of night and I was scared of the day. I was afraid of every little thing and it was… it was lonely. I wanted freedom from that. And I want that for you. Do you understand?”

Lee doesn’t get a response and he releases an amused exhale.

“Who am I kidding, of course you do. You of all people would get it the most.”

Lee sighs, “I just want you to go home, make the first step that I failed to make. I want you to feel safe for the first time in a long time, but I don’t know what to do for you. It took me this long to save you, when I couldn’t save myself.”

He takes a moment to think for a second. He’s sure that his counterpart must be listening by now. Whether the teen realizes it or not. But what then? What does he do next? What’s the next step in saving someone with such deep-rooted trauma?

“Hey, Champ. What should I do? How do I help you? How do I save you?”

[cryptozoolliegy]

Spring-Heeled Jack Prologue 2: Mistepping

hi chat!! Look I KNOW this is the third chapter of this in one day. Really, I do. But I've actually been stewing and writing for a while. And I really want readers to know what happens in this part. And. And. Arorilehnregnoilenrk erm I'm gonna have to share this hahA hahaha. Haha.

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“Go.”

4 went, effortlessly bursting through the door. 

“GOOD BOY!” He heard, words shouted behind him that made him grin and go faster. 

This mission felt like an easy one. A simpler assassination. 

In and out. One office. Few guards. Nothing could go wrong, 4 knew. So he ran. 

This was a casino.

He could hear the sounds of dinging and yelling and beeping through the walls and he just knew. 

A strange sense of unwanted, unneeded longing pulled at him. Of course every human in there was an enemy. He didn’t want to join them. Never. He had a duty. 

Plus, who would ever think he was good for anything? 

Why was he thinking this? Shit. 4 closed his mind and kept running. 

He was surprised no one was following him already. True, he was quiet, but he’d been told it was fine to remain in plain sight. So that’s what he was doing. 

Down the hall. 

8th door on the right after the main hall. 

Don’t fail. 

He got to the end. 

He turned right. 

The 8th door was right there. So he went.

One. 

Two. 

Three. 

Four. Like me.

Five. 

Six. 

Seven.

Eight. 

He opened the door, and- “DON’T MOVE!”- immediately went for the desk, where he knew his target was sitting. “STEP BACK!” He heard someone yell. 

But the target was right there. He couldn’t allow himself to fail. Anyone saying anything didn’t matter. He lunged forward, right at the scared-looking man’s neck, but was suddenly yanked back. “NO.”

Stunned, 4 fell still for a moment before he tried to wrench himself out of the enemy’s arms, which failed. So he whipped around and bit, allowing the quicksilver to drip in as the woman suddenly started squirming under his jaws. He let go and then wrenched himself out, re-examining the room. 

The target was gone, out the door. 

Another guard stood in the corner, but 4 didn’t want to bother with them. He ran for the door. He couldn’t fail. He’d been ordered not to fail. This was big. He heard the first scream behind him as he saw a flash of the target’s clothing and sprinted down the ugly hallway towards them. The target was fast, but he was faster. He would close the distance. 

He turned down the second hallway and saw another flash of the victim’s clothing, disappearing into a door halfway down. 

So 4 followed. 

He turned into the room and-

No. No, no, no, no, no. 

A gun. 

The target had a gun.

4 froze in his tracks. He would have to get past the gun and disarm them in order to succeed. 

How would he be able to succeed? 

“STAND DOWN!” The target yelled. And it sounded like an order. Exactly like a normal order. Screamed but calm. Angry and vicious. Strong. No fear. 

Maybe that’s why 4 took a step back without even thinking about it. 

The target raised the gun. 

“You’re Spring-Heeled Jack, aren’t you, bud?”

4 didn’t budge. He stared right into the target’s eyes. He was in danger. He was in danger. 

“Yep, just stand right there. Riiiiiight there. You’re taller than I thought you’d be.” 

“...”

“Tell me your real name, will you?” 

He shook his head. 

“Alright, then, don’t tell me now. Tell me later. You’ll love the interrogation rooms, I’m sure. I’m Minerva.”  

4 took a step back. Minerva cocked his gun. “DON’T. MOVE.” 

So 4 didn’t. He didn’t know how to deal with people with guns. A surprisingly low amount of people had trapped him in a situation like this before. 

But he wasn’t scared.

He couldn’t be scared. 

He wasn’t allowed to be scared. 

So he looked at the gun. 

He had to run. Risking capture or damage wasn’t an option. 

And the gun wasn’t quite pointed at him- it was pointed at the hallway. He could avoid being shot. 

He told himself that as Minerva kept talking. “I can’t believe we get to capture you. Wild shit, huh?” 

“...”

“Man, you’re… stoic.” 

I’m not allowed to talk. Especially not to people like you when I haven’t been ordered.

The Minerva man started going off on some side tangent, and 4 watched with a calculating gaze as the gun lowered. 

It lowered. 

Lowered. 

Lowered. 

And when he felt safe, 4 turned to run. `

But suddenly

And without warning

Without a single moment of warning

With nothing to tell 4 that it would really, actually happen…

BAM

4 felt it before it even got near him. Vibrating through the air. 

He tried to dodge it, but it hit him. 

It hit him in the shoulder.

He slammed against the back wall, gasping for breath before letting out some kind of incoherent yell and beginning to run. 

He ran. 

Back through the door. Back down the hallway. It was halfway to a blind stumble, but he ran like hell. 

His arm screamed like a wounded cougar that only he could hear, his ears were ringing, and he had to get out, back to the transport van, back to somewhere. 

He could vaguely hear more gunshots behind him, whizzing right past him by some miracle. He turned. His attacker couldn’t have an infinite amount of bullets, right? He had to run. Run. Run. Get back fast. Don’t look like a failure. Don’t look like a failure. You failed. Act normal. Failure. Failure. Failure. 

He turned to the original hallway and…

Which door?

Which one was the exit? 

God, he was such an idiot. He didn’t remember and everything hurt and it was his fault and he was bad. Bad. And he couldn’t tell which one of these goddamned doors went back out. He heard shouting. Dinging. Again. The casino. He ran. There was a door near the end of the hall that he assumed took him out of the building. That door. He went for that door. He felt like something was going to happen. Hurt. Pain. The blood was leaking on the floor, silver swirls leaving his body with it. Wasting resources. Scared. Scared. Scared. Scared. The door was open and why was it so bright and why was he crying and why did the sounds of the casino get louder and more intense as he opened the door and he collapsed and screamed and SCREAMED 

But why were other people screaming?

He gasped for air again and looked at the ground, panic-hazy vision blocking a clear view of the carpeted parking lot.

What?

Carpeted

Carpeted. 

4 looked up and he was in the fucking casino. Blood was on the ground, on his mouth, on his hands, running down his chest. He was uncloaked. He looked around frantically to see all the people who had noticed, and it  was too many people, too many, he couldn’t stop the fact that not only had he been spotted but he’d been spotted weak.

Weak. 

He grappled to his feet and scrambled back, fear imprinting his every screaming step. He wanted to black out. 

He ran. Ran again. Ran back through the door and slammed it. Overload. He heard footsteps but his ears just didn’t work and he stumbled back again and looked around and-

Door. Open door. The night was outside. The transport van was out there. Dread filled his body as he ran to the door- because he had to, he couldn’t not return to his owners- and he started stifling the worst of the cries. 

When he got out of the door, someone grabbed him, and instinct made him bite them. They reeled back. Enemy. Dead enemy. He tore up to the van and collapsed in and scrambled to the back and everything hurt and everything overwhelmed him and everything was confusing and why couldn’t he think straight? What was wrong with him? Pathetic. Clutching his shoulder. Wide eyes, grimacing face. Crying. Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic. 

“WE GOTTA GO!” He tried to scream. “GET OUT! WE GOTTA GET-” 

Someone approached him and roughly shoved a mask on his face. One of the anesthetic masks. Attached to the emergency pump. 

As his consciousness faded, someone approached him and the last thing his hazy mind registered was Dr Woods. Dr Woods, standing over him, shouting: 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH-”

And then 4 was Gone.

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I wrote this at 2 am and did not revise it so please excuse any errors I am not a writer.

Anyways here’s a corruption of hate one shot, may right more for (as in add on to this) but I’m not sure yet)

————story————

Hero walked quietly through a black and white wasteland of what used to be a dream-like world of make believe. It had been 10 years since she was last here and she couldn’t believe how much things had changed. The trees, once bright and colorful around this time, were black and devoid of leaves, the colorful grass having withered and turned gray, the blue sky now a light gray with a black sun…the same sun she had helped put back together years ago. She looked around at the now unfamiliar land, it was nothing like she remembered she couldn’t believe 10 years led to this much disaster.

In her glove-like hands she clutched a bamboo cane, it was the only thing she had left make believe, when she was sent away…the only thing she had left of him. She held it in a firm grip like a lifeline, she hoped she could find him she believed he’d surely know what’s happening and be able to help her navigate the familiar yet unfamiliar land, she also just wished to see him again. She missed his jokes, his stories. She hoped he hadn’t changed to much since she left but that’s if he was even still around after how things had been when she left make believe, maybe they could actually save make believe this time like she had failed to do so long ago.

These thoughts were interrupted by a tugging in her hands, when she looked she noticed the cane twitched and tugged to try and leave her grip. She knew why, she saw what would make the cane try and fly away several times and she knew exactly who it would go to. She tried to follow the tugging but that didn’t last long as the cane ripped from her hands and deeper into the unfamiliar land. Quickly Hero burst into a sprint determined to not lose the cane, she moved quickly, ignoring any sights from her peripheral vision.

She eventually came to a clearing, out of breath from the running she bent over, hands on her knees as she caught her breath. The sound of her own heart beating rapidly pounding in her ears…until…

“I say”

Hero froze

“I said I say”

She looked up, eyes widening in shock at what or rather who she saw.

“If it isn’t Hero”

The cheerful British accent said, as she came eye to ‘eye’ with a familiar figure. Staring back at her, not too far away she stared at a TV, the screen was cracked and a test bar that formed into a smile was displayed, the TV was attached to an invisible body covered by a suit and a hat resting on one side of the tv, bent antenna on the other. She knew instantly who it was even with him being devoid of any color at all.

“RGB?” She spoke softly as she straightened out.

“The one and only” he spoke, taking a bow, the hand holding the cane outstretched to his side as he bowed and looked at her. “Welcome back Hero.” His voice was laced with static as he spoke as if his speakers were broken, but she still recognized his voice. She took a shaky step forward, while devoid of colors she knew this was the other one. It was RGB that was plain as day but…something seemed off.

“What happened?” She took a shaky step forward though he quickly closed the gap linking and arm with hers.

“Oh my dear we have so much to catch up on,” he said cheerfully “come now we mustn’t dilly dally, there’s so much to catch you up on.” As glad as she was to see him, his chipper attitude with everything going on and his appearance were quite concerning, she also started to notice something she hadn’t before, several fears stood at the outcrops of the clearing, hiding in the shadows.

Hero wasn’t given much time to dwell as she was dragged along by her guide. “Oh isn’t this exciting, no one thought you’d make it back and yet here you are,” RGB spoke, the smile ever present on his face yet no color leaked from his TV like it normally would though the colors that indicated his feelings weren’t visible either just monochrome bars. “Oh I just can’t wait to see their surprised faces when I show them you’re back.” He suddenly let go of her arm and stopped them from walking as he grasped her shoulders looking her over.

“My you’ve certainly grown on but I can tell you’re still the same little girl afraid of the dark,” he said chipperly before he continued to guide her , his actions were erratic and unlike how he used to be.

“Um RGB?” She finally spoke.

“Yes my dear?” His head turned to look at her.

“What happened to make believe…what happened to you?” She asked worriedly.

“So much, why after you left it was quite the fiasco, but it’s all better now, and I know you’ll love it,” he told her as they walked.

Suddenly though he stumbled falling forward just barely catching himself. As this happened both RGB and Hero looked only to see his feet rooted into place, his test bar turning down into a scowl.

“Lousy pests,” he spat venomously, though before Hero could do anything she was suddenly picked up and on the back of something slim and fast, when she looked she noticed it was a fear. When she looked back to RGB she saw him getting up and seemingly preparing to throw his cane, and when Hero turned back in front of her she heard someone shout.

“Duck!” Hero quickly obliged and watched as RGBs cane was sent flying just over her head. She looked back in fear to see an annoyed RGB getting smaller as they got farther.

When RGB was no longer visible she turned back to the fear she was on when she noticed something different.

“Wait a minute,” she said in disbelief “Anxiety?” She was surprised by the sight of the fear who had been small when Hero last saw her.

“Hold on Hero, I’ll explain things to you when we’re someplace safe, for now just hold on.” Anxiety continued to run while Hero held on.

That was not the same RGB she knew 10 years ago, this is not the same Anxiety she knew 10 years ago, This was not the same Make Believe she knew 10 years ago. It all seemed to be…

Corrupted.

[unfortunatish]

First drawing of 2024 ^^

And as promised, experimenting with a new artstyle!

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Day 1: Infection

(Disclaimer: the character in this story does not belong to me. MadPat/AftonPat/Phone Guy is the property of Random Encounters.)

(The end of this story was actually inspired by some fanart courtesy of the amazing @insane4fandoms ! I would link it here…if it wasn’t already hidden in plain sight~ Hope you’ve been feeling better, friendo! Also, thanks for remembering one of my special fanmade scrunglies yet again, lol)

(Trigger Warnings:  blood/gore, body horror, degloving/skin-flaying, mentions of murder/death, implied dismemberment/self-mutilation, nightmares, paranoia, weapons. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

(Note: the events of this story take place right after the end of FNAF The Musical: Shadows of Agony. Which means, of course, that it also takes place a while after a certain collab I've been working on lately...)

Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 7

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Cold. 

He isn’t sure how he can hear his teeth chattering over the drumbeat of his heart. 

The air is so, so, so damn cold. 

He doesn’t understand—he’s still wearing his precious work-suit. Even after all these years, the tan-colored fabric has remained soft, somehow always seeming to keep him insulated despite how thin it is. 

And yet, it’s like there isn’t any cotton barrier between him and the air at all. The chill is actively seeping right through his skin to settle in his bones. 

The corridors are so dark. 

Although he’s never felt remorse for his actions (and knows by instinct that he never will), he still curses every single time he complained about the obnoxious humbuzz emitted by the light panels installed up above. 

There’s nothing above him anymore. Not even an actual ceiling. Just a still, shadowy void. Even if he was able to climb up the walls, he wouldn’t dare. That darkness is palpable. If he were to get close enough, something would reach up from the other side and drag him into it.

The only reason he can still see anything is a faint glow that flickers just up ahead. A plethora of shadows practically lick at the walls right around the corner… 

Fire. 

There’s fire somewhere nearby. Warm, dancing, beautiful fire.

Then again, “nearby” apparently isn’t all that accurate. 

Because he’s been able to see that tantalizing light all this time. He’s been able to smell the smoke, to hear the crackling and popping all this time.

And yet, whenever the fire seems to be at its closest, whenever he finally manages to round that corner…

He doesn’t find a burning pit, doesn’t find any sort of kindling. 

He just finds. Another. GODDAMN. HALLWAY THAT STRETCHES ON FOR MILES WITH  MORE FIRELIGHT TO TAUNT HIM AT THE VERY END.

The black-and-white checkerboard floor tiles have all been swallowed up by a shroud of scrap metal.

Bits and pieces of animatronic endoskeletons, their once silvery material now covered in rust.

Every few feet or so, warped arms and legs and eyes and sets of teeth peek out of the ruin, framed by twisted wires that still spark now and then.

The robotic nature of it all truly makes this place feel like a hellish combination of junkyard and slaughterhouse. 

A screeching, grinding cacophony is fueled with each and every footfall. How he can still hear his chattering teeth above even that, he has no idea. 

It’s all made worse by the fact that the corridors are so narrow. 

He can’t move an inch without his elbows knocking against the painted plaster. Perhaps he wouldn’t have to feel the constant aches surging through his tendons if he was walking, but he just can’t afford to be slow right now. 

The air keeps getting colder and colder—to the point that he starts to see his own breath. Small, steamy clouds pour out of his mouth, disappearing less than a second later. 

He’s been sprinting for hours now. 

Why the hell isn’t he sweating? 

Why aren’t his lungs burning if they’re already more-or-less threatening to burst any second now? 

Why does his blood seem to carry both the consistency and temperature of a fucking slushie?!

He skids to an abrupt halt, just barely keeping his balance as he pushes what’s left of his hands—the stumps wrapped up in layers of bloodied bandage—against the walls.

…A new sound has joined the cacophony both in-and-outside his head. 

A splashing, churning sound. 

And it’s echoing from somewhere above him. 

He glances up just in time to see ripples stretching out on the surface of that inky void. As though something inside is stirring in its sleep, struggling to wake. 

He throws himself down, burrowing through the metallic waste until he feels enough of it slide into place over his back. 

He is hidden. Not safe—he’ll never, NEVER be safe after all the things he’s done—but hidden.

He shifts his neck, not wanting to move any more than that. He needs to keep watching the surface, but too much movement will only ensure that they catch him sooner.

Above him, something heavy touches down on top of the wreckage. The rusty pieces are all jostled in a rhythmic pattern. 

He lays there, muscles tense, feeling the blood rush through his head, waiting for what feels like hours. 

But nothing starts digging toward him. Nothing ever pushes his cover away. 

Finally, FINALLY, the new noise starts to fade. The jagged, uneven footfalls above move past him, getting quieter and quieter every inch of the way.

Once they disappear completely, he flounders, moving in a way that’s reminiscent of both climbing and swimming. He surges up, determined to get back on his feet and keep running, keep looking for that precious fire. 

…But his head never breaks the surface. 

As his arms sweep the layers of junk away, he only finds more waiting to take its place. 

He feels icy claws drip down his spine—he’d only buried deep enough to cover himself! That was it! How the hell are there suddenly miles between him and those hallways?!

In his haste, a section of his bandages gets caught on the jagged edge of a robotic hand—the way its lifeless fingers are curled resemble the branches of a long-dead tree.

He snarls, pausing his movement to yank his arm back. But as he does, at the very last second…the bandage tears, allowing the sharp rust to scrape the already marred flesh of his wrist. 

Fear cuts through anger like a hot knife through butter.

He howls in pain, trying again and again to free his arm. But the more he moves, the more his now ruined bandage gets tangled up in the rust. The more exposed his stump becomes.

All at once, the newly bare skin starts to hiss. Wisps of discolored vapor begin drifting out of the wound—only a few at first, thin and short. But in a matter of seconds, larger clouds start flooding out, alongside a stream of dark red ooze.

He can only watch and scream as his skin keeps burning, keeps blistering, keeps bubbling. Flesh and muscle peel away in ribbons, sloughing off of him until the rough, splintered remains of his wrist-bones are revealed. 

And it doesn’t stop there.

Like shed scales being pulled away from a snake’s coils, the sizzling rot proceeds further up his forearm. His skin continues to twist and melt away. Now he can see the glistening shapes of his radius and ulna; they’re being unveiled slowly, little-by-little, inch-by-inch.

Even as he thrashes and flails and shrieks, he keeps aiming for the surface.

There has to be a surface! There has to be relatively fresh air somewhere outside all the rust! The world hasn’t just caved in on itself all because he wanted to hide—!

He feels more searing pain start to concentrate on his shoulder.

And then his neck…

…his jaw…

…his EYE-SOCKET…

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What could only be described as an intense Charlie Horse sensation wracked the space between Mad’s eyes as they snapped open.

That sensation then slithered down to his throat, forcing him to cough and gasp as he writhed against the old mattress. 

He had to roll onto his side, had to use his elbow to prop himself up. It took a couple long, agonizing minutes before his breathing became steady enough. 

Heart still hammering painfully against his sternum, he stared down at his wrist-stumps. 

The bandage-layers were still splattered with crimson stains, but they were whole. No rips or tears to be found. 

The jagged mess of his skin in that area was still covered. The bleeding had stopped a long time ago. 

No organic steam, no hissing, no peeling…

With a heavy sigh (and much more effort than he’d care to admit), Mad manuvered himself to sit up, his legs now sliding over the edge, letting his boots thump against the old hardwood floor. 

His vision was quick to adjust to the darkness; this building had lost all electricity about a month ago, but that didn’t bother him too much. Besides, the moonlight filtering through that cracked window in the corner certainly helped. 

He eyes kept wandering back to his stumps as he glanced about the decaying room. He snarled at the thick spiderwebs that clung to the ceiling—what were the odds of one of those eight-legged creatures scuttling in-between the gauze and spinning a little egg-sac somewhere in his flesh..?

Mad shook his head feverishly, shudders pushing their way along his ribcage. Bright red glinted out of the corner of his eye: that wonderful, deadly, genius new toy he’d put together just the other night was sitting on the nightstand. Right where he’d left it. 

Mad stood, and as his shadow fell over it, the weapon's material seemed to glint even more. Almost like it was waiting for his next move. 

Taking a deep breath, he cradled the flame-chain (yes, that was what he was calling it. Patent-pending, bitches) and hefted it onto his back, the straps fitting around his shoulders perfectly.

Though this dead motel—the recently-condemned place that just so happened to be only a few blocks away from Freddy Fazbear’s—had made for good shelter earlier, he couldn’t afford to stay any longer. For all he knew, a construction crew would be en route to tear this place down and start building something else on its bones first thing tomorrow morning. 

He needed a new hideout. Somewhere else to stay before he could make a plan to get back to the pizzeria. 

Licking his lips, Mad threw the room’s door open and stormed down the rotting corridor. 

Adrenaline started to fester in his lungs as he realized that he already had somewhere else to go. 

He had someone to stay with. 

He had a favor to cash in…

@sammys-magical-au @lexusinsannus @im-a-weird0 @b-is-in-the-closet @that-bat

[mid-sweettalk]

Born to Love - Chapter 2

Ship: Gelphie (Wicked)

Rating: M (mentions of sa, mentions of abortion)

Chapters: 2/?

Summary: One month later, some things come to light.

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Chapter under the cut!

Their lives change pretty instantly, after that.

Now that Galinda has decided that they are friends, she’s taken it upon herself to be with Elphaba whenever possible. They walk to class together, even if they don’t share the next one in their schedule. She’s always finding some way to touch Elphaba, be it holding her hand or linking their arms or simply pressing their shoulders together—always in plain sight, never catching her off guard. Elphaba has come to appreciate the constant reminders that she’s not alone. If they cause a flutter in her heart or a hitch in her breath whenever they happen, well, that’s simply because she isn’t used to receiving such affection.

(And most nights, Elphaba sleeps in Galinda’s bed. She’s come to find no better solace than the feeling of being surrounded by a cloud of blankets and pillows smelling of caramel and vanilla, with Galinda’s arm wrapped securely around her waist.) 

It amazes Elphaba just how well the two of them actually get along, now. Their bickering has turned to banter and teasing, and they make each other laugh almost constantly. She wonders, sometimes, if it would have been like this eventually, regardless—if maybe what happened had simply quickened a process that was already in motion.

It also helps that, because everyone at Shiz seems to follow Galinda’s lead, people are nice to her now. Pfannee and Shenshen are perhaps the most suspicious, but even they come around after a few days of seeing that Galinda is serious about their friendship. It’s disconcerting, at first, but Elphaba quickly gets used to it. She wouldn’t call any of them her friend necessarily, not except for Galinda, but it’s nice all the same. 

Sometimes, though, one of her newfound acquaintances will pop up out of nowhere, or come from behind her and grab her shoulder. This almost always makes her jump and sends her heart racing, brings tears to her eyes and shortens her breath. When this happens, Galinda is always nearby and ready to grab her hand and squeeze as tightly as she can, distracting the other student with conversation while Elphaba gathers herself. 

The one time Galinda isn’t there to help, it’s about a month after the… attack. Galinda has just left, actually, after dropping Elphaba off at her first class of the day. Elphaba gives small smiles and waves to the students who do so to her, even though her stomach is almost always in knots without her friend by her side. 

It’s when she goes to take her seat in class that it happens. 

“Excuse me,” an unfamiliar male voice with a foreign accent says from directly behind her. She jumps in fright and goes to spin around, but her foot catches on the chair she’d been about to claim. For a split second she is falling, just like she did that night, and then there are arms around her and—

She panics.

Her magic sends the boy flying away from her. She falls—hard, and at the wrong angle—onto the chair, and he ends up on his ass roughly five feet away. 

Elphaba gasps, desperately trying to force air into her lungs as it feels like they’re going to explode. “I—I’m sorry,” she chokes out. “I—” 

She goes to explain, to apologize further, but her stomach churns violently. She slaps a hand over her mouth.

She’s going to be sick. 

Elphaba just barely has enough of her wits about her to grab her things before she runs out of the class, bee-lining to the nearest restroom. She sprints to the closest empty stall and collapses to her knees. Her books go sprawling, but she’s only half-aware of that as she empties her breakfast into the toilet. 

Galinda must have still been in the courtyard, must have seen her run out, because within moments, her roommate is there beside her. 

“Hey, hey,” Galinda says softly, that now-familiar perfume wafting over her. Elphaba’s hair is half-up today, in a style of the blonde’s design, and so Galinda gently and carefully gathers the loose braids to hold them behind her back. 

It couldn’t last more than a minute, but it feels like an eternity to Elphaba before the vomiting calms to dry heaving and then subsides. Before she can even ask, Galinda is holding out toilet paper to wipe her mouth.

Neither of them say anything for a long moment. Elphaba can feel Galinda’s fingers soothingly combing through her braids until she deems it safe to release her hold on the toilet rim and sit back on the floor. She closes her eyes, breathing and trying to ignore the gross layer of sweat rapidly chilling her skin. 

(It’s too familiar of a feeling. You’re not in the woods, she tells herself. You’re here, at Shiz, with Galinda. It’s fine.)

She can feel Galinda’s eyes on her, but when she opens her own to meet her gaze, the blonde hums and stands. 

“Just a clock-tick,” she murmurs, leaving the stall. Elphaba watches as she checks the other stalls for occupants before exiting the bathroom. Dark eyebrows furrow in confusion, but Galinda is back quickly, holding a cup of what Elphaba can only assume is water. Her roommate turns the deadbolt on the main bathroom door before walking back over to sit cross-legged next to Elphaba. 

Elphaba mentally praises her for not cringing at the thought of sitting on a bathroom floor—something she would definitely complain about under normal circumstances. She takes the offered cup and rinses her mouth out a few times, spitting into the toilet until the acidic aftertaste is at least mostly gone.

“Okay, Elphie,” Galinda says when she’s done. Her voice is soft but more serious than she expects. “I’m going to ask you something that may count as… prying, or intrusive, but… it’s something important, I think.” 

Elphaba sits up a bit straighter and pinches her eyebrows together. When she nods her hesitant agreement, Galinda continues.

“When did you last menstruate?” she says in one breath, as if getting it all out at once will make the question less invasive. 

Elphaba feels her cheeks heat with embarrassment. “I—excuse me?”

Galinda briefly bites her lower lip. “It’s just… this nausea. Do you know the cause?”

“Those are two different questions, Galinda.” She can feel herself getting defensive, the testiness apparent in her tone, though she’s not quite sure why.

“Oz, I know, Elphie, just—” Galinda huffs, her own face gaining a rosy blush as well. It seems to be a struggle to meet her eyes, but she succeeds in the end. “First question. Again. When was your last cycle?”

Elphaba feels no more comfortable the second time around, and she blames it on the nausea and the haze in her brain for how long it takes her to process what Galinda’s trying to say.

Then it hits her. Oz, she might be sick again.

“No,” she says, firmly as if her voice alone could negate the possibility. Her mind spins trying to recall where she’d been when her last cycle had started, something that could give her a hint as to how long it’s been since. “No, you can’t be serious.”

Galinda’s shoulders slump a bit, her eyebrows raising. “I don’t mean to upset you, Elphie. It’s just… is there another explanation?”

“There has to be,” she snaps. Elphaba winces at the sound of her own tone. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t—it’s stress. That can cause delays, yes?”

For if it has been four weeks since the event and she had certainly not been bleeding the week before, that means…

Elphaba’s late. Quite late, in fact, compared to her normal schedule.

“That’s… that’s true,” Galinda concedes, though she doesn’t sound very sure. “At least according to what Momsie and my Ama taught me. But the nausea, as well…?”

“I was panicking,” Elphaba confesses, desperate for any excuse other than what Galinda is implying. “I—there was a boy—”

Galinda’s back straightens. “Did he hurt you?” she asks. Her tone is accusatory, and Elphaba rushes to reassure her.

“Not at all; he only said, ‘hi,’ or something, but it—it scared me, and my magic…” Elphaba looks down at where her hands are fiddling with the paper cup in her lap. “Well, I panicked. And then I hurt him, and I panicked some more. It—it could be due to that, right?”

Galinda gives a half-shrug and an attempt at a reassuring smile. “Sure, it’s… it’s possible.”

She still doesn’t sound like she truly believes it. 

“Oz, Galinda,” she breathes, voice trembling. “I can’t—I’m not sure I can even entertain any other possibility.” Her pulse starts rushing in her ears. She places a hand on her chest, but it does nothing to calm her racing heart. She doesn’t realize how shallow her breathing is until Galinda reaches out to her.

“Okay, breathe, Elphie,” Galinda says, clutching her hands tightly. She leans down until Elphaba is staring directly into those big, brown eyes. Galinda makes a big show of taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly until Elphaba finds herself copying her at least somewhat. Then, Galinda lets go of her hands to gather Elphaba’s scattered things. 

“Here,” she says, “we’ll play hooky for today. Say you’re sick, we both caught something. Let’s head back to the room to talk.”

Elphaba still doesn’t feel very steady, but she follows Galinda regardless.

***

By the time they actually reach their room, Galinda is… concerned. Elphie’s hands have been flexing anxiously at her sides for the entire walk. She wants nothing more than to take the green girl into her arms and help to calm her—an impossible task when she’s carrying both her books and Elphaba’s. 

When they reach the dorm, Galinda opens the door, but Elphaba breezes past her and starts pacing and rambling, as if she’d spent the journey here preparing a worst-case rant. Galinda softly shuts the door behind them and watches worriedly.

“She said it was a slight chance. It couldn’t really happen, could it? I—I just started school, and I’m only here with Madame Morrible’s permission. What if they kick me out? What—what if she hates me for it, and I never meet the Wizard now? My father will surely disown me. Nessa’s reputation is already irreparably tied to mine, so Oz knows what she’ll say, let alone the other students. And how would I even know what to do with a baby, here or otherwise? What if it looks just like one of them? What if it comes out…?” Elphaba’s steps pause, and her eyes dart down to her hands.

Green? Galinda finishes in her mind. It bugs her that the potential-baby’s skin color is one of Elphaba’s big concerns—though, she notes with an internal wince, she can’t quite blame her for that when taking into consideration even just what Galinda herself has done to her in the past. She shakes her head minutely to clear her thoughts and refocus on her panicking roommate. 

When it seems as if Elphaba’s rant has run its course, at least for now, she eases forward until she’s holding those green hands in her own. Now that she’s closer, she can feel Elphie’s trembling, see her breaths quicken. 

“Elphie,” she says softly. “I need you to breathe. We still don’t know for sure.”

Green eyes flick up to meet hers, that same fear present as it first was on that fateful night that brought them together. Her breathing doesn’t slow until Galinda gives her something to mimic. Galinda raises a hand to the side of Elphie’s neck and strokes her thumb along the green jawline as they breathe together. 

“What if it’s true, though?” Elphaba chokes out. “Galinda, what will I do?”

Galinda looks back and forth between those emerald eyes and purses her lips. What she says comes naturally, as if there’s no other answer to choose.

“Then, we’ll handle it. Together. I’ll help you with whatever you need. And there are… options, still, if you so wish. We can talk about it all with the doctor together.” Elphie’s eyes widen in disbelief, so Galinda steps closer to make sure her seriousness is conveyed. “You are not alone in this, Elphaba Thropp.” She brings the green hand she still holds up to her chest and doesn’t remove her right hand from the side of Elphie’s face. “I’m here for you, with you, always.”

Elphie seems to search her eyes, her expression, and must be satisfied with what she finds, because she leans forward to press their foreheads together. “Thank you,” she whispers, clinging to the hand between their bodies.

Galinda hums happily. “Of course. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

It kind of scares her, how true that statement still is.

***

Elphaba opens her eyes to sunlight streaming through the windows and the sound of her roommate humming. She’s surrounded by Galinda’s pink blankets and pillows and can see said roommate standing with her back turned, fiddling with something on her dresser. Elphaba sits up and goes to call out to her, but then Galinda is suddenly by her side offering a cup of tea.

“Congratulations, my love!” the blonde says happily, dimple prominent beside her wide grin.

Elphaba’s heart skips a beat at the new pet name, but she takes the teacup into her own hands. Her eyebrows furrowed, she goes to ask what the celebration is for, but Galinda interrupts her once more.

“Well, you’re not pregnant, silly!” she says as though Elphaba had voiced her question out loud. “Of course, we’ll have to clean the sheets since you’ve gone and messed them up.” Galinda reaches out and yanks the blankets off of Elphaba, nearly toppling the tea from her grasp.

Sure enough, there’s a large spot of red staining the sheets beneath her, between her legs. Relief floods her system, and then suddenly Galinda is right next to her on the bed—the opposite side from where she’d been standing, but it’s the side she’s usually on when they sleep next to each other. Pale arms are thrown around her as Galinda nuzzles her face into her neck, causing a deep heat to rise into Elphaba’s face.

“Now, it’s just you and me, darling,” Galinda says lowly, almost purring, and a kiss just below Elphaba’s ear makes her jump—

Elphaba twitches awake, eyes squinting as the early morning sunlight comes through the windows. Arms are wrapped around her, a face is pressed into her neck, but both she and Galinda are lying down and—oh.

It was a dream.

Nausea rolls in her stomach, and Elphaba scrambles out of bed to sprint to their private bathroom. She throws herself over the toilet and loses what little remains of last night’s dinner. Not a minute goes by before Galinda follows behind her—sliding the bonnet off her head because Elphaba will feel too hot otherwise, holding her braids off her back and neck and keeping them from falling in the way, free hand already reaching up to the sink next to them to fill up a cup of water.

This has become a rather unfortunate routine.

As her stomach calms down, Elphaba’s mind starts racing instead. She counts the days in her head, the days since she’d made a deal with Galinda, since—

“Elphie,” Galinda says softly as she rinses out her mouth. She spits, but doesn’t answer, so Galinda continues, “Elphie, it’s been five days.”

Five days.

That was the deal: five days of waking up nauseous and not being able to stand the smell of the cafeteria in the mornings, five days with no sign of her cycle starting, and she’d go back to the doctor. Back to the doctor because, in all likelihood, Elphaba is—

No. Slight chance, she’d said. Is Elphaba really just this unlucky in life, to be cursed with green skin and strange powers and now to be one of the few for whom modern medicine doesn’t work as it should?

She really doesn’t want to, and grumbles as much as she moves to sit properly on the bathroom floor.

Galinda gives her a soft look—not quite pitying, because she knows Elphaba hates that, but concerned and caring. “I’m afraid this isn’t something you can afford to ignore, darling.” She reaches out, takes the now-empty cup from Elphaba’s hand, and then links their fingers together. “We—you need to know. And I’ll be right there with you the whole time, if you’d still like, and even if it is what we think, you still have options, the doctor will be able to—”

“Galinda,” she interrupts gently, unable to keep a small smile from her face at her friend’s rambling, even with the heavy topic of discussion.

Galinda, for her part, pauses and takes a deep breath, blowing it all out in a quick huff. “Right. Sorry. You know this.”

“I do,” Elphaba says, smile wavering slightly, “but it’s nice to hear it, regardless. Just. Remember to breathe?”

Galinda laughs a bit at herself. “Yes, yes, you’re right.” She waves her free hand through the air. “Anyway. I know you don’t want to, but… we really should go.”

Elphaba feels her smile drop away fully, her shoulders hunching as she sighs heavily. “I know. You’re right.” She looks downward, eyes inadvertently drawn to her stomach. She resists the urge to press a hand there and instead squeezes Galinda’s own. “Let’s go.”

***

Elphaba feels more… solid, this time around, more stable, even though she feels like she should be incredibly anxious. Instead, it’s Galinda who’s fidgeting with her fingers, bouncing her knee. It’s distracting—in a good way, as it gives Elphaba something to focus on other than her own internal monologue. She’s growing rather tired of her own thoughts, as of late.

Because, as much as she may outwardly be in denial, she has been thinking about it all—about what she’ll do if the doctor gives her the news she’s been dreading since that first visit. That’s not to say she’s come to a decision, necessarily, but she has been thinking about it.

Maybe a part of her has become resigned to the fact that she won’t know for sure what she wants to do until she’s actually put in the situation. When there’s nothing to do at the moment but wait, what use would anxiety and fear-mongering have?

Besides. It was a slight chance. It’s more likely that she’s just caught a stomach bug of some sort that will pass in another day or two. She tries not to think about it too closely.

So she focuses on holding Galinda’s hand so she doesn’t pick her nails into oblivion, on stroking a thumb atop her knee until it stills. Galinda leans her head on Elphaba’s shoulder as they wait for the doctor to come back, and the paper gown she wears crinkles loudly in the silent room.

Galinda sighs, breath ghosting over her neck, and Elphaba is suddenly reminded of the very last part of her dream, right before she’d woken up. The sound of Galinda’s voice turned low and sultry, the press of her lips to Elphaba’s skin—

The door opens, and Elphaba does her best to shove down those thoughts and the blush that accompanied them. Thankfully, Galinda shoots straight up and has her sight completely focused on the doctor, otherwise she’d surely notice the darkening of Elphaba’s cheeks.

She shakes her head at herself. What absurd thoughts, anyhow. Where had that dream even come from?

“Alright, dearie,” the doctor—the same one from last time—says as she walks over to take a seat in front of them both. Her eyes glance briefly to Galinda, who stiffens defensively next to her. “You’re sure you don’t want to have this conversation in private?”

Galinda huffs, at which Elphaba has to hold back another small smile as she answers, “Thank you, but no. I want Galinda here.” She sees Galinda’s chest puff up with pride out of the corner of her eye and squeezes her hand gently. “Please, continue.”

The doctor purses her lips, but draws a deep breath and continues speaking. “Alright, love. Well, the fact of the matter is that you are, indeed, pregnant.”

Slight chance, slight chance, echoes through Elphaba’s mind as she feels her entire body still. Is her heart still beating? She’s not sure she’s breathing, either.

A squeeze to her hand makes her choke out, “I’m—I’m sorry?”

The doctor’s eyes soften—it is pity, this time, because she doesn’t know Elphaba like Galinda does—as she rephrases, “Yes, dear. You are with child. Four to five weeks along; it’s still early.”

Slight chance, slight chance, slight chance.

“But you said—” she starts, but stops herself because she knows what the doctor had said and it damn well doesn’t make a difference now. “Are you absolutely sure?”

The doctor nods solemnly. “Ran the test three times, dear.”

Oz. Elphaba really is cursed. She vaguely registers Galinda holding her hand with both of her own and looking in her direction.

“As I said, it’s still very early,” the doctor continues. “You do have a few different options regarding how you’d like to proceed.”

Elphaba doesn’t say anything, can’t bring herself to, for a long moment, so Galinda clears her throat softly.

“And what would those options be?” she asks, looking again to Elphaba to make sure she isn’t overstepping. Elphaba nods her thanks and then turns her attention back to the doctor.

“Well, if you’d like to continue with the pregnancy, we would set you up with prenatal care. Schedule your checkups, set you up with vitamins, start monitoring the health of you both. With that, there’s also always adoption; we could get you in contact with some local programs that would help you out with that. And then, of course,” she takes a small breath, “there’s termination, if you wish to not continue with the pregnancy.”

Elphaba’s chest aches. “And what would that entail?”

“Well,” another glance to Galinda, but the doctor keeps speaking, “if we were to do it soon, it would be a matter of a few pills. Later on down the line, it becomes more complicated—surgery, after a certain point, and then not possible at all unless your health is in severe danger.”

More pills, Elphaba thinks with an internal scoff. “How long before I would need surgery?”

“Ten weeks total, so you’d be looking at five, at most, from today.”

Elphaba nods again. “Alright. I need to think.”

“Of course, dearie. I can step out and give you some privacy—”

“No, can I—” Elphaba inhales shakily, clutching Galinda’s hands like a lifeline, “can I take a day or two, please? Not long, I just. Need to think.”

The doctor nods again, that infuriatingly pitying expression on her face. “Of course, dear. I’ll leave you to get dressed.”

The room is quiet once more, when she leaves. Galinda doesn’t push her, not to talk and not to stand or dress. She’s simply there, and it’s probably the only thing keeping Elphaba from breaking down right now.

Her mind is swirling with thoughts, all of the fears she’d listed out all those weeks ago and then some racing through her head and making it hard to breathe. But Galinda squeezes her hand, puts her head back on her shoulder, and sits with her until she can find the strength to stand.

She gets dressed in silence, and they walk out hand-in-hand.

***

Elphaba is so quiet on the way back to campus that Galinda is fully expecting another rant when they finally arrive back in their room. Elphie, however, merely walks over to Galinda’s bed and perches herself on the edge.

It’s unsettling, but, well, Galinda’s frankly been unsettled since the dooming words had fallen out of the doctor’s mouth. She’s trying to let Elphaba process things on her own, trying not to influence her decision in any way, but she feels like she’s about to explode without knowing what’s going on in that pretty green head.

Galinda slowly walks over to where Elphaba sits and kneels down in front of her so that their eyes meet. It’s almost reminiscent of that first dreadful night. Galinda slowly places her hands on top of Elphie’s and strokes her thumbs over her green knuckles. Her roommate merely stares down at their conjoined hands, and Galinda can’t take the silence anymore.

“Elphie, darling,” she says in a near-whisper, “what are you thinking?”

Elphaba exhales shakily before drawing another breath. “That if my father had known how I would come out, I likely wouldn’t have been born.”

Oh. Galinda blinks at that, a bit startled, but Elphie continues speaking, so she doesn’t interrupt.

“He judged me at first sight, ever since I was born, but if he’d somehow been able to know beforehand…. Well. I know him. I wouldn’t be here.”

Galinda can see where this is going, and she doesn’t want to argue or try to take control of the situation in any way, but she has to make sure Elphie doesn’t make this important of a decision out of guilt. “That’s… I respect your opinion, Elphie, and whatever you decide, I’ll support you.” She squeezes Elphie’s hands and, when green eyes finally meet hers, gives a small smile and a nod. “But I want to make sure you know—this is a completely different situation, and you are not your father.” Honestly, with everything Galinda’s learned about the man so far, he seems to be truly horrendible, and that is not her Elphie. “You had other concerns, before,” she reminds, “and so I just want to make sure that you’re making the decision that you feel is truly the best for all parties involved—primarily you.”

Elphie’s eyes dip back down to their hands, where her own thumbs have started stroking Galinda’s back. “I know. I know, it’s different. But… I had a feeling I wouldn’t know how I truly felt about it all until it was confirmed, and I was right. Most of the things I was worried about before, they… they don’t feel as important, anymore.” This comes out like a question, as if Elphie is still thinking through this in real time, and her eyes meet Galinda’s again. “I’m resourceful. I’m smart. I’m a hell of a lot kinder than my father ever was. I could figure things out, I could… deal with whatever happens. But I fear that the only reason I have to—to terminate now would be due to the origins of this situation, and—and that feels… It feels so wrong to blame someone for the circumstances of their conception, for merely existing, when that’s how I’ve been treated my whole life.

“I refuse to continue that cycle. I refuse to be like him.” Elphie’s eyes bore down into Galinda’s with a sudden sureness that makes Galinda sit up straighter.

Well. That’s that then.

“Alright,” Galinda says, squeezing Elphie’s hands. “Alright, then we move forward. We’ll go back to the doctor tomorrow, and we’ll start your care, and we—”

“Galinda,” Elphie’s eyes soften, a hint of confusion shining through as she shakes her head slightly. “I appreciate how you’ve been there for me with all of this, but this… this isn’t your problem.” Galinda feels a pain of unknown origin strike her chest. “I know you said you want to help, but this is real now. You don’t owe me anything—you go back to your life, worry about your studies. This is something so incredibly huge—it’s truly life changing. I can’t ask you to drop everything for me, I won’t ask you to take on this kind of responsibility.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not asking me then.”

Elphaba leans back slightly, as if Galinda’s answer caught her off guard. “Galinda…”

But Galinda knows in her heart of hearts that this is what she wants to do. She doubles down. “Elphie, if you don’t want my help, then so be it; I will leave you alone and let you figure this out yourself. But darling, I care about you too much to simply sit idly by. You are resourceful, yes, and the smartest person I’ve ever met, but you are also not alone. Not unless you truly want to be, though that simply sounds like a terribly sad way to live, if you ask me.”

Elphaba breathes out a shocked chuckle, but Galinda continues. “I knew this was a possibility the first time I said it, and I still meant every word, so I’ll say it again.” She leans up on her knees to bring them closer so that she can look more directly into Elphaba’s eyes as she says, “I am here, with you, to support and help you however you need. As long as I’m alive, you will never have to do this alone.” Only then does she falter slightly. “Again, unless you really just want to. But I truly hope you don’t.”

Elphaba studies her for a moment, chewing on her lower lip as she thinks. Galinda stares right back, not daring to back down unless her roommate makes the final decision to send her on her lonesome way. Galinda hasn’t ever wanted something this much except perhaps to study sorcery, but even that pales in comparison to the urge she has to reassure this best friend of hers and stand by her side.

But then something shifts, and Elphie’s eyes soften as tears grow within them, and she slowly nods. “...Okay,” she says.

“...Okay?” Galinda copies, unable to keep the hopefulness out of her voice.

Elphaba nods more firmly. “Okay. I… thank you.”

Galinda squeals and jumps up to wrap her arms around Elphie’s shoulders, just barely refraining from fully tackling her to the bed. She feels Elphie’s arms wrap around her back and her face press into her neck. She doesn’t mention the tears she feels soaking into her shirt or the way her shoulders tremble; she simply holds her and allows her to let it all out.

Things are going to be so, so different now.

***

That night,  Elphaba curls up in bed next to her, breath heavy with sleep—and Galinda finally lets her own tears fall as her chest aches for the pain of the girl beside her.

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Hidden in Plain Sight - Dave Lizewski

₊‧⁺˖⋆ Masterlist ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Part 2 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Part 3 ⋆˖⁺‧₊

Summary: When Y/S/N saves Kick-Ass from a dangerous situation, he becomes obsessed with trying to uncover her true identity. Little does he know, Y/S/N is a girl from his school who secretly has a crush on him as well. As they patrol together, their worlds collide in ways neither expected, leading to a surprising revelation about who's really behind the mask.

Y/S/N - Your superhero name

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The night sky over New York had a strange way of making a person feel invincible. Dave Lizewski, aka Kick-Ass, was just starting out his amateur superhero career and was already way in over his head. Sure, he'd gotten a few decent hits in on some petty thugs before, but most of the time, he spent more energy trying not to die than actually fighting crime.

Tonight was one of those nights.

He sprinted down an alley, panting, adrenaline surging through his veins. Behind him, two guys—huge, brawny types who clearly had nothing better to do than terrorize the innocent—chased him with knives. His green suit felt like a second skin, clinging to him with every move, though it wasn’t exactly made for high-intensity situations like this. His lungs burned, and a stitch formed in his side. Not good.

“I swear,” he gasped to himself, “I’m gonna die.”

The alley came to an abrupt dead end. He cursed, turning just in time to see the guys closing in, grinning like they'd won the lottery. He raised his fists, trying to look braver than he felt.

"This... is not going to end well," Dave muttered.

Before either of them could lunge, something fast and powerful blurred from the shadows, hitting one of the thugs with such force that he flew backward, crashing into a stack of crates. The second guy barely had time to react before the figure was on him too, taking him down with an expert kick to the stomach.

Dave blinked in disbelief. The figure straightened, revealing a young woman in a sleek, black suit. It wasn’t flashy, but it looked way more professional than his own green and yellow DIY get-up. She had an aura of confidence and strength that radiated even in the dim light.

And, yeah, Dave noticed, she had a killer figure.

"You... you just saved my life!" Dave stammered.

The girl rolled her eyes behind her mask. “Yeah, and I’m guessing it won’t be the last time, Kick-Ass.”

Kick-Ass. She knew his name.

“Wait, who are you?” he asked, his voice still shaky from the adrenaline.

“Call me Y/S/N,” she said casually, as if saving people from imminent death was just another Friday night. “You really should be more prepared for situations like this.”

“I... I thought I was.”

Y/S/N snorted, crossing her arms. "Really? No backup, no weapons? Just... that?" She gestured to his suit. "You're gonna get yourself killed."

Dave flushed, partly from embarrassment and partly from the rush of adrenaline still coursing through him. “I’ll... I’ll do better,” he promised lamely, watching as she walked away, her silhouette disappearing into the night.

And just like that, she was gone.

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At Atomic Comics the next day, Dave was still riding the adrenaline high from his encounter with the mysterious heroine. His friends, Todd and Marty, sat across from him, distracted by the latest issue of X-Men, while Dave rambled on about her.

“I swear, you guys, she was like something out of The Avengers. She totally saved my ass last night. And she was hot. I mean, like, really hot. Her suit—it was super tight. I could barely focus.”

Todd raised an eyebrow, putting his comic down. “Dude, you’re such a nerd. A hot superhero saves you, and that’s what you focus on?”

Dave shrugged, grinning sheepishly. “I mean, yeah? You didn’t see her. She’s got this whole thing going on—great moves, great...uh...form. Her ass is—”

"Wow. Really going full perv, aren't we?" Marty quipped, rolling his eyes.

Unbeknownst to Dave, someone had been listening. On the other side of a nearby shelf, Y/N, the kind and somewhat popular girl from school, had been browsing comics too. She knew who Dave was—after all, they had a few classes together—but they had never really talked.

Y/N smiled to herself as she overheard Dave’s rant about his superhero crush. Little did he know that she was Y/S/N, the very girl who had saved his life last night. Hearing him talk about her alter-ego like that—saying she was cool, hot, and all that—was...well, flattering in a weird way. And the fact that he was so obviously into her made things a lot more interesting.

Still smiling, Y/N grabbed a random comic, paid for it, and headed out, a plan forming in her head.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Later that week, Dave suited up as Kick-Ass once again, hoping to catch a glimpse of Y/S/N during his patrol. After their first encounter, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. She had this presence that he couldn’t shake off, and it didn’t help that his crush was amplified by the fact that she’d saved him. She was the real deal—a hero, like he wanted to be.

“Kick-Ass.”

Dave turned at the sound of her voice, heart skipping a beat. She was there, perched casually on a rooftop ledge, looking down at him with that same cool confidence.

“Y/S/N!” He tried to sound smooth, but his voice cracked just a little.

“You’re not going to need saving again, are you?” she teased, dropping down to the street in front of him.

“I’ve got it covered this time,” he said, puffing out his chest just a little. “Totally prepared.”

Y/S/N gave him a once-over, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Sure you are.”

The two of them walked together, patrolling the empty streets, though it was a quiet night—too quiet, really.

“So, Kick-Ass,” Y/S/N started, her voice casual. “There’s this guy I go to school with. He’s in a few of my classes.”

Dave’s heart gave a little lurch. Was she... opening up to him? Maybe this was his chance to learn more about her.

“Yeah? What about him?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

“He’s super nerdy, kind of awkward. But he’s... well, he’s hot. Like, really hot.”

Dave blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I bet he’s got... you know, a lot going on,” she continued, her voice dropping slightly. “In more ways than one.”

Dave felt his face flush. “Oh.”

“I can’t focus in class because I’m too busy thinking about him,” she added. “It’s a problem, I don’t know what to do.”

“Wow, okay. Um... who’s the guy?” he asked, not really wanting to know but needing to at the same time.

“Dave Lizewski,” Y/S/N said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Dave stopped dead in his tracks. His brain short-circuited for a second. “Wait... what? Did you just... did you just say Dave Lizewski?”

She turned to face him, her expression unreadable behind her mask. “Yeah, why? You know him?”

“I—uh—” Dave’s thoughts tumbled over each other in a chaotic mess. She knows me. She actually knows me. And she thinks I’m hot?!

Y/S/N didn’t give him any time to process. “Anyway, I gotta run. Crime won’t stop itself.” She gave him a little wave before disappearing into the night once more, leaving Dave standing there, still in shock.

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That night, Dave immediately FaceTimed Todd and Marty, pacing his room in a frenzy.

“Guys! You are not going to believe what just happened!” he blurted out as soon as they answered.

“What is it now, man?” Marty asked, exasperated.

“I think Y/S/N goes to our school.”

Both of them stared at him blankly through the screen.

“No, seriously! She was talking about a guy she likes in her classes. And then she said my name! My actual name!”

Todd snorted. “Okay, but how do you know she’s not just messing with you?”

“I... don’t know. But it seemed real,” Dave insisted. “I think she really goes to school with me. And now I have to figure out who she is.”

He grabbed his old yearbook off the shelf and flipped it open. “There’s gotta be some kind of clue.”

Todd and Marty exchanged skeptical glances but eventually joined in, helping him comb through the yearbook. They scanned faces, trying to match anyone they knew with the mystery of Y/S/N.

“Alright, so we need a plan,” Dave said, leaning over the pages. “Monday, we’re going to do some recon. Check out anyone who might be her. We’ll figure this out.”

Todd and Marty, albeit reluctantly, nodded in agreement.

“Sure, dude. Recon mission on Monday.”

Dave closed the yearbook with a snap, his mind racing. Somewhere in the sea of students, Y/S/N was hiding in plain sight. And now, he was more determined than ever to find out who she was—both in and out of her suit.

Little did he know, Monday would bring him more answers than he could’ve ever expected.

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A/N ~ there’s not enough Kick-Ass fanfics on here and I’m sick of it :( lmk if you want a part 2

[callingfromanotherplanet]

PART 2

I suggest u read my first part or this won’t make sense

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