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whoisbxcky · 5 years ago

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Little Stark, Big Trouble.

request: Do you take requests? If so, would you mind writing one where the reader is Tony’s daughter and fighting on Steve’s side in the civil war and she gets hurt and it brings Tony to his senses to talk it out? Your writing is amazing!

pairing: dad!tony x daughter!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: well it’s me, so naturally angst for days, descriptions of fighting and violence, death (fleeting and temporary mind you), a lil parental wholesomeness at the end there, possibly bad language if u squint, maybe even a dad joke if u reeaally squint

author’s note: My first ever request and I am SOBBING. Thank you so much kind anon, not only for the request, but for the faith in my writing to act out your vision.

I DO accept requests and am definitely accepting them right now!! I’ll write for any character, so long as the fic content isn’t anything inappropriate (i.e. no Peter Parker smut. None. Period.).

So please, feel free to hit me up with suggestions, requests, and (hopefully) enjoy my first ever non-Bucky romance orientated fic!

Chaos. Absolute chaos, all around you.

It was all out warfare.

You were hazy on the finer details regarding how exactly the Avengers had come to be two opposing forces. You knew it was because of Bucky. His actions, or rather, the actions of someone rather distastefully sporting his face, had coincided with the creation of the Accords, which had called for Bucky’s arrest, which Steve didn’t agree with, which had pissed your dad off…

Dad…

You let out a sigh as an explosion went off to your left, ducking for cover behind a storage container as your mind whirled.

Not exactly the time or place for an existential crisis, but you’d make do.

The decision to support Steve over Tony, your father, had not been an easy one.

One the one hand, after hearing Steve and Bucky out and reviewing the evidence, it was painfully obvious that Barnes was innocent.

On the other hand, your dad was your dad. You loved him, and having to look him in the eye and tell him you would stand against him, go to war with him, if needs be, had almost torn you in two.

Why? Why couldn’t he have just listened to you? Trusted your judgement, if not the facts Steve had ready to present to him?

Your father had babied you from the moment you’d been recruited by Fury and made a part of the Avengers. Always trying to sideline you from missions, always hovering over you and scolding you for literally doing your job.

You knew it was because he cared. He loved you and he didn’t want to see you get hurt. You knew that.

But gosh darn-it, you were an Avenger.

Getting hurt, putting your life on the line, doing the right thing: all part of the job description.

The sound of your name being called over the intercom roused you from your thoughts, and you cringed inwardly, you weren’t exactly being a valuable asset to Steve’s team like this.

“Stark, you alright?”

Bucky’s worried tone crackled in your ear, and you cleared your throat, doing your best to mask the waiver in your voice as you responded.

“Yeah, Buck. I’m fine, heading to you guys now.”

After a quick glance at the mayhem before you, you slipped out from behind the container, jogging briskly across the airport tarmac towards Bucky and Steve, who were fighting alongside an obnoxiously large Ant-man.

You came up short, staring in confusion at the oversized figure in front of you.

Another explosion to your left, the sound of Steve’s voice calling out over the intercom in your right ear. There was so much going on around you, you hardly noticed the lithe black figure barrelling towards you from behind.

“Y/N!”

A familiar voice called out to you from afar, a voice that only ever brought comfort, familiarity, love. Or at least, it used to.

Your eyes met your father’s for a split second, the agony in his battling with the reluctance in your own, until an unseen force took you down from behind, your body becoming airborne for a moment at the sheer force of the impact.

“Y/N! Dammit, T’Challa, take it easy!”

Tony’s haggard tone rung out across the airport, and as you easily rolled out of your free fall, you looked up just in time to see the fear and concern in his eyes, before a well-aimed truck launched by Wanda took his attention elsewhere.

“Dad…”

You cursed under your breath, moving to check on your father’s condition, but T’Challa’s looming form materialised in front of you, blocking your path.

You grimaced.

“Your highness, it’s a real pleasure, but would you do me the Kingly honour of getting the hell out of my way?”

You offered him a sickly-sweet smile, before removing the extendable staff from your utility belt and snapping it open to its full length.

T’Challa let out a noise of indignation, his vibranium claws appearing at his fingertips. The ringing of the rare metal sent a shiver down your spine, and you readied yourself to strike.

There was a pause, as you and the Wakandan King stared each other down, then chaos.

T’Challa landed the first hit, straight to your jaw. You responded with an elbow to the ribs, ducking to avoid his swinging fist. He kicked out at your knee, causing you to stumble, but your staff allowed you to steady yourself before you spun, bringing the hilt of the staff around to strike his neck.

You struck again, lashing out with a feint strike to his temple, before redirecting your hit to take his knee out from under him. Your opponent gave a grunt of surprise, and you grinned, spinning on your heal to drive the full force of your staff into his face.

He was thrown backwards, a few inches away from you, and you took the opportunity to turn and make a break for Steve.

Big mistake.

Within milliseconds, his hand had snaked out and grasped your ankle in a vice-like grip that made you yelp. A quick yank on his end, and you found yourself flying through the air once more, your head colliding rather ungracefully with the concrete below as you landed.

You groaned, moving to get back on your feet, when suddenly T’Challa’s weight landed on top of you, launching your skull back into the ground.

You snarled up at him, firing obscenities at him in abundance as you both grappled on the ground.

One minute you were pinned, then him. Next you were in a choke hold, then he in an arm lock.

The two of you were at a rather aggressive stalemate, so engrossed in trying to take the other out, that neither of you noticed the concrete slab that was hurtling through the air, heading straight for where T’Challa now had you pinned on your front, arms stuck behind your back.

Above you, you heard the Wakandan curse, before his weight disappeared as quickly as it had landed so unceremoniously on top of you.

You flipped onto your back, eyes locking onto the debris that was now seconds away from impact.

With a start, you moved to roll out of its way, but your tactical gear had snagged on a protruding metal bar by your thigh.

You were trapped.

Everything seemed to happen all at once then, but at an agonisingly slow pace.

You heard T’Challa yell.

Steve’s voice screaming at you over the coms.

A flash of red one way.

Yellow coming from the other.

The final thing you heard was the gut-wrenching sound of your father’s voice, screaming in desperation for you from far away.

Then, there was only blackness.

…

“Y/N? Y/N!?”

You were vaguely aware of the sound of a familiar voice calling out to you. It was so far away, though, and you were so comfortably warm down here… In the darkness…

“Y/N, sweetheart you need to open your eyes. Come on, kiddo!”

Now the voice was louder, it shook the world around you, trying to make you leave the welcome blackness that you were floating in. But you wouldn’t go… Couldn’t make you…

“Y/N! Dammit, wake up!”

You heard a high-pitched whirring somewhere above you, and as you moved to settle deeper in the darkness, the force of a freight train struck you in your chest.

Your eyes burst open.

“Dad!”

You half screamed; half wheezed for your father. Frantically grasping at the air, your chest, anything. Willing oxygen to return to you.

The familiar sensation of a sturdy metal hand gripping your own almost made you cry out in relief. Your father’s face swam into focus above you, he was here.

“Hey, kiddo. Take it easy, alright? Don’t try to move…”

You registered the swollen redness of his eyes, the track marks through the dirt and dust on his face, the ragged breaths he took as he spoke in a frantic, low tone to FRIDAY.

He’d been crying? But why?

“Damage report, FRIDAY, what are we looking at here?”

His weary eyes found your own as one of his hands came up to gently brush stray hairs from your face. He hadn’t done that since you were a little girl.

“A medical nightmare.”

FRIDAY’s matter-of-fact tone cut through the moment, and your heart practically stuttered in your chest.

“Multiple contusions to the skull, including a fracture. The entire left side of her body is shattered, the hip… Well let’s just say a future in samba dancing is out of the question. Five ribs snapped, one of which is precariously close to puncturing the lung. She’ll need a knee replacement…”

You allowed FRIDAY’s gruesomely detailed report on your broken form to fade into the background, as your bleary gaze took in the array of faces above you.

Behind your father, Peter looked ashen. Rhodey eyed you with obvious concern, but kept his demeanour calm, probably for Tony’s sake more than his own.

To your left, Steve knelt within arm’s reach, his glassy eyes fixated on you and obvious horror in his expression. Bucky stood just behind him, steely gaze set on the ground, a single tear drop rolling down his cheek. Sam stood next to him, offering you a sorrowful expression as he rubbed his neck anxiously.

Nat and Wanda were knelt at your head, both offering you reassuring smiles that were only betrayed by the terror in their eyes.

You were in a bad way, that much was obvious.

“Where… T’Challa…?”

You mumbled through the blood pooling in your mouth. That couldn’t be a good sign.

Sam spoke up, trying for a smile as he did.

“He’s around, Scott and Vision took him to try and find a first aid kid, give you and your pops some space.”

You nodded, understandable.

It wasn’t T’Challa’s fault, of course. But you doubted your father saw it that way right now.

“What… Happened…?”

It was Steve who spoke this time, his voice cracking with emotion.

“The concrete slab… None of us could get to it in time. Tony… Your dad and Wanda got it off within seconds… But…”

Bucky took over for him as Steve, overcome with emotion, trailed off.

“But the damage was done, Stark. You weren’t breathing when we got to you…”

The world tilted around you as oxygen became harder to take in.

You stopped breathing?

You were dead?

“Alright, that’s enough.”

Your father’s voice cut through your panic; the cold metal of his suit hand replaced with warm, comforting flesh.

“You’re going to be just fine, sweetheart. Okay? Nat’s calling in a medevac as we speak, we’re going to get you back to Stark Tower, fix you up good as new, you got it?”

The pain, worry and exhaustion in Tony’s voice was unmistakable.

But you felt comforted all the same.

Your dad would fix you up, just like he said. Fixing things was what he did best, after all.

You gave him a weak smile, squeezing his hand in reassurance.

After a moment’s pause, you cleared your throat, your voice a barely-there whisper.

“Hey… Dad…?”

Tony scooted closer to you, his eyes flashing with renewed concern as his grip on your hand tightened slightly.

“What is it, kiddo?”

You took in a shaky breath, glancing around the group before your distant gaze came to meet your father’s one of terror.

“I was just… Wondering… You think now maybe… Maybe…”

You trailed off, a small coughing fit racking your wounded form.

“Maybe what, sweetheart?”

Tony gripped your shoulder, trying to steady you, fear undeniable in his expression.

“Maybe… Maybe... Maybe you and Steve could just talk this out like grown ass men so I can get patched up and we can all go for shawarma and call it a day…?”

A mischievous glint flashed in your eyes, and you offered your father a sharp toothed grin, which came across somewhat comical given your missing tooth.

Your father stared down at you, an ensemble of emotions crossing his face one after the other.

Shock, confusion, exasperation, anger, more exasperation, before finally his face split into a tired grin, and he chuckled.

Around you, you heard the chuckles and snorts of your fellow Avengers, the tension practically evaporating from everyone’s shoulders as you glanced around, wheezing through your own giggle.

Tony eyed you suspiciously, before looking up at Cap with a sigh, then back to you.

“Yeah, kiddo. I guess we could talk this out… Civilly…”

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ladyhindsight · 4 years ago

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Here we go.

On page 4, Clary gives Simon this as the reason for her trip to Idris, which is ridiculous because what does that got to do with anything? My notes read: “OR maybe he’ll trust you because you are Jocelyn’s daughter??”

Then on page 8 Clary tells the following to Jace who is trying to persuade Clary to not go:

Which is entirely logical, but pray tell, why on earth does Clary say anything like “looking so much like” Jocelyn to Simon when Madeleine has already told Ragnor to expect Jocelyn’s daughter? (who does look a lot like her, yes)

Why must the reasons for the trip be explained twice with different reasoning, and why am I already confused?

The first clause stands perfectly well on its own without any additional explaining, i.e. hand-holding. As if the meaning is evident from the glance that was shot and the words following said glance.

Clary and Jace’s siblinghood has been incredibly over-pronounced, especially in the previous book. No other siblings constantly remind the readers that they are, indeed, siblings. Almost like the writing would reeaally like the readers to believe that they are related to each other...

No comma, still the same subject. We were doing so great till the page 9.

How to Make Your Characters More Sympathetic: Being Grateful for Minor Tangential Things While Otherwise Being Ungrateful About a Lot of Other, Often More Significant Things - A Guide for Better Characterization

Clary going to Idris and Luke not liking it is no reason for him to withhold his care nor hold it hostage. This is a nonissue.

Again, participle phrases signal concurrency, that two or more things are happening at the same time. Clary can’t tear through the paper and seize something soft at the same time.

→ “Clary tore though it. Her hand seized on something soft...”

Orange arrows are pointing towards two clauses that are separated with a comma from the main clause. Comma, however, in these cases comes after “or” only if is followed by an independent clause, which neither of these are.

The pink arrow, just no.

“You look beautiful, Clary.” “It suits you wonderfully, Clary.” “It truly draws out your best features, Clary.” Literally any other answer than this dark moody-broody bullshit that has got nothing to do with Clary and how she looks in the cloak. Luke bought Clary the coat/cloak because he saw it and he thought of her. Yet now, as Luke has said this, it seems like it only actually reminded him of Jocelyn and Clary acts as a proxy to her. Or that Clary’s similarity to her mother makes Luke treat Clary as a reminder of Jocelyn.

About Clary wanting Simon to go back to normal: On page two it is said that

“They’d only called off their attempt at a romantic relationship last week, and she still felt confused whenever she saw him.”

First of all, it was more Simon’s attempt rather than both of theirs. Secondly, Simon’s “normal” was always being in love with Clary. Clary is still confused about their relationship. Simon should be allowed to deal with his feelings too, in addition to those of dying and turning into a vampire, especially without Clary just wanting things easier for herself.

Though Clary wanting normality and familiarity back in her life is understandable, it is also a bit egocentric and leaves Simon’s feelings out of it.

→ “...when he heard several familiar voices nearby.”

→ “He didn’t have to elaborate on what he meant. Jace’s face told Simon that he remembered.” (END)

What else could they possibly be remembering? It is a basic assumption that by the third book the reader has read previous parts of the story and is able to recall such a major event without these recaps shoved in.

No, if you like to support men’s healthy emotional life.

Maybe you could if Jace ever shared his plans with them instead of keeping them to himself and assuming without even trying. Maybe if he then discussed it, planned it, talked it out, he could at least say he tried to keep Clary’s abilities secret.

Jace’s faith in Clary is also outstanding. She apparently has no potential even with training. Also, are you talking about the same Clary who is shoving herself into every fight and battle without any training still? Yeah, why on earth would she want to be a fighter.

Additionally, while Jace and Simon are planning and deciding everything for Clary behind her back, has either of them even thought to ask her what she might want for herself? Or is she too ignorant to decide whether she wants official training?

Oh, shut up, Simon. Everyone knows that for once Jace meddling into Clary’s business is not about that. I also don’t think Clary is aware that she is in desperate need of help, Jace just decided that on his own.

The brown part highlights a sentence that has no main verb (to perform an action).

→ “Simon hesitated. Before he could respond, a noise split the silence between them—a high, shrieking cry, terrible in its desperation and worse...”

Also who said the last line? → ““What was that?” Jace said, whirling around.”

Abominable comma. The cries and the clangs are both performing the same action.

→ “The single shriek was joined by other cries and a harsh clang that...”

Before me is chaos.

→ “A white mist blanketed the garden. There was a heavy smell in the air—the sharp tang of ozone and something sweet and unpleasant under it.”

I’d either scrap the sentence underlined with yellow (because it pauses the action) or tie it together with the previous sentence. For instance:

→ “He glimpsed Isabelle, her hair snapping around her in black ropes as she swung her whip that made a deadly fork of golden lightning through the shadows.”

Besides emphasis, em dashes in the middle of a sentence can be used to give additional information that is not essential to understand the rest of the sentence. It is a break in a sentence that already stands and is understood on its own. Yet here the sentence without Simon’s additional information would be:

“She was fending off the advance of something lumbering and huge, but it was full daylight; that was impossible.” Which doesn’t make sense at all. In addition to punctuation, some things need switching around:

→ “She was fending off the advance of something lumbering and huge—a demon, Simon thought. But that was impossible; it was full daylight.” or

→ “She was fending off the advance of something lumbering and huge. A demon, Simon thought, but that was impossible; it was full daylight.”

→ “It swung a thick wooden plank (it carried in one hand) at Isabelle almost blindly.”

→ “...back and forth inside it. Simon felt as if he were...”

→ “Isabelle has vanished. He saw Alec, his arm bleeding...” (no semicolon because the clauses aren’t closely related.)

→ “...a blade in each hand. He leaped into the air..”

→ “...with a vicious scissoring movement. The Forsaken’s head tumbled...”

Most of the action taking place in this scene is filtered through Simon. Simon sees this, Simon feels that etc. Since we already do know that Simon is the observer:

→ “The Shadowhunters were calling to one another out of the mist...”

→ “Suddenly the mist cleared. Magnus was standing wild-eyed by the wall...”

→ “...blue lightning sparking between them. Against the wall...”

Ave Atque Vale, Madeleine. You served your relevant-for-only-one-thing purpose as best you could.

I’m sensing a trend regarding em dashes in this chapter.

#Clary Fray #Simon Lewis #Jace Herondale #Madeleine Bellefleur #City of Glass #CoG Chapter 1

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a-random-queer-fanpeep · 6 years ago

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actual College Student peter parker

Peter is just a college kid. And the source of confusion for many of his classmates.

Cross posted on Ao3

As Tony and Natasha sat in the Avengers base’s lounge, Peter Parker stumbled in. Natasha barely glanced up as she greeted the boy, but it was enough time to take in the bags under his eyes, the messy hair, and the oversized hoodie, as well as the way he stumbled to the nearest couch, which he promptly collapsed into. “I’m gonna die,” Peter said, trying, but not quite succeeding at emphasising every word. “Bad guys?” Tony’s eyes flashed up at a speed that would put even Thor’s lightning to shame, despite the fact that all the avengers had learned by this point to to make rash conclusions around the kid. At least not until he explained. Peter shook his head as fast as he could at the look in Mr. Stark’s eyes. “Finals.” In all honesty, Peter might prefer it was bad guys.

Peter’s housing group couldn’t tell if he even existed or not. One of the boys was sure he did, because the mail would disappear from his mailbox occasionally. It wasn’t enough to completely convince the rest of the group, due to the fact no one ever saw him. At all. At least, save for the R.A., who swore up and down he’d meet Peter at freshman orientation. One of the more interesting rumors surrounding the resident mystery kid actually came from the residence hall across the street. One girl claimed they’d seen someone climbing in through a window. Weird enough by itself, but upon further interrogation, they’d found the room in question to be Peter’s. It had spawned over a weeks worth of debates.

The sound of metals crashing into metals followed by muffled swearing awoke the kid in the room next to Peter’s late one night. Somehow or other, the near non-existent kid had become the hall’s biggest source of gossip, so he had tried to tell the others. Though no one had disbelieved him, no one had believed him either. No one save the resident stoner, but his support didn’t stand to help much. It might have helped more at a different point in time, but currently, he held the claim to least believable story about Peter Parker. The story went: He’d been sitting in his room with the door propped open, when he thought he saw Tony-friggin-Stark walk past. So naturally, he’d been a wee bit curious. Leading him to poke his head out to do some polite spying. Stark had supposedly walked right up, in his business fresh suit, to Peter’s door and knocked. When that had failed, he’d leaned on the door, one arm supporting his head and said something along the lines of, “Kid, it’s me, open the door.” At which point a kid with messy light brown hair and dead eyes with an oversized sweater had opened the door and greeted the older man with an excited and somewhat, okay, very, high pitched voice. No one had taken him seriously on that point, even though he insisted it was true. But, in all reality, there was almost certainly no story in existence that would surprise that hall of students about Peter Parker.

Peter’s night had been spent out and about. Had he been partying it up like a stereotypical college kid? Nope. He had been crime fighting. He’d managed to end two robberies, put a stop to several cases of petty theft, and just help people in general. So, when, at four am, and after such a long night, he stumbled into his room through the window, only to lay eyes on his still left open planner to see he had an eight am lecture that morning, he hadn’t quite managed to restrain his groan, before falling over onto his bed, hoping to catch an hour or two of sleep.

Brriiinnng-Brriiinnng-Brriiinnng! Peter slammed the off button on his alarm, wincing. He didn’t really have the cash to replace that. He stared at the ceiling, wondering if it was worth it. Did he reeaally have to be a functioning member of society? He could always be a stripper. He had a decent body, he supposed, and at least he wouldn’t have to wake up for eight am lectures. Was it really worth it? Then he remembered that, between Aunt May and Mr. Stark, he probably wouldn’t survive it if he dropped out, so he rolled out of bed. He dragged himself off the ground where he landed and headed off to class.

He garnered quite a bit of attention walking in class one morning. This was because in one hand he held a tray with three coffees he’d snagged heading on the way to class. Resting on said tray was a pen he’d spotted on the trip. He had no clue if it had any ink, and it had no cap, but hey, now he had a pen. In the other hand, he held a pack of Red Bull he grabbed from his fridge.

His classmates never knew what to make of the boy. Some were in awe, some were annoyed, and several were concerned. One boy leaned over to whisper to a friend, “Uh, did that kid just down a pack of Red Bull like shots?” The friend stared at Peter for a few seconds. “Same.” They shared a laugh at that.

Peter’s month had been filled with patrols. To the point where he’d missed almost every class that wasn’t a test. So he didn’t think he was gonna do great on the test they’d taken a few days ago. The professor was passing back just that test, and no one seemed all that disappointed. His test landed on his desk with no more sound than a simple light thud. He looked at the corner where his score was written. The ballerinas dancing through his stomach dissipated. He had a near perfect score. The kid seated behind him leaned forward to look at it, whistling lightly, but looking kinda annoyed. “That’s really good dude.” He leaned back to whisper to his friend. His friend didn’t even bother hiding his annoyance.

There had been abnormally high crime rates that week, leaving Spider-Man incapable of catching a break. One of the many downsides: A toooootally unrelated kid by the name of Peter Parker was running low on sleep. Which was the reason he stumbled into a class that looked somewhat like his, wearing Thor pj pants and a Lipton tea shirt. His hair was the messist known to mankind. He was trembling, and didn’t want to consider the size of the bags under his eyes. At least he wasn’t too late. Something didn’t seem right. “Is this Advanced Chemistry?” The kid he had asked looked very confused. “...Ancient History.” “Close enough.” Peter threw his bag down and sat, pulling out his books. Since he was here, he might as well get the notes.

This was his third year at this school. Did that keep him from going to the Freshman Fair? Never. He couldn’t even pretend he was a volunteer, or even planning to be helpful in any way. Nope. His plan was to show up, and take the snacks. As well as all the free things he things he could find. He had robbed all the stalls already. That was why MJ, who had come to visit, found him in the corner, pockets overflowing with pens, pencils, bags of chips, and mini-notebooks. He had already eaten six of the chip bags, and was working on another. “You know, I still draw people in crisis, if you ever feel like modeling.”

It was three in the morning, and Peter had yet to put on civies, since he’d just got back to his dorm. He was busy heating potstickers and leftover pizza he’d bought on discount. “Hey Karen, how long can I live on potstickers and pizza before I die?” “Peter, I have several concerns. Should I alert Mr. Stark?” “No, Karen, that’s really not necessary.”

Peter had attempted responsibility for once! He had been studying when he maybe should have been asleep, but it had fortunately led to him being awake for Ned’s call about a job for Spider-Man. At that point, he figured it’d be better if he stayed on patrol till morning. He had an early class after that, and between the exhaustion and the time, he ended up pulling off the mask, and snagging a pencil, but otherwise completely in suit with nothing for class. Thankfully, no one put two and two together.

#this is my first fic #i love him #but he needs to sleep #and buy groceries #barely any angst #tony is a good dad #and Natasha is a mom #but they don't get much screen time here #Peter Parker needs to Sleep #peter parker #tony stark #natasha romanoff #love them

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tenaciousarcadeexpert · 6 years ago

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Criminal Minds-The Good Ol’ Days

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Another collaboration with @princesswagger14

Chapter 5-When the Night is Still Young

While Matt and Kristy were out on their date, their respective roommates, Hotch and Haley were in the dorm, they were discussing random things. From school, to families and to interests.

“So, do you have a weird habit? Like do you do something weird when you’re stressed or nervous?.” Haley asked.

“Uhhhhhhh, a weird habit.” Hotch scratched his head. “I sometimes chew on my eraser when I’m nervous.”

“Ewwww! That’s so nasty! Think about all the germs man, the germs!”

“Well, I stopped doing it after I accidentally swallowed one and got a stomach ache.”

“Well at least you stopped. I on the other hand, have not gotten rid of my weird habit.”

“Oh really? Oh please do tell what your habit is Haley.”

“Okay, don’t laugh but……… I always have a snack with me at all times because when i get stressed or nervous, I stress eat.”

“Wouldn’t that be considered an eating disorder?”

“Well no, I’ve never really gotten checked for that.”

“Wow. That is a weird habit!”

“Yea yea it is! Now where’s the place you’ve had the most fun on your birthday?”

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Meanwhile Matt and Kristy had already saw the scary movie. They laughed about the classic horror movie cliches, and ate overpriced popcorn with a bunch more junk food and slurpees. Then they went into the arcade and played the rigged claw machine in hopes of getting a giant stuffed panda bear. Now Matt and Kristy were talking while sitting on the edge of a cliff that over looks the town as Matt had suggested.

“Such a pretty sky.” Kristy gushed.

“Yeah it is. I love how bright the stars are.” Matt said.

“Me too.” She then turned to Matt. “I wish it was like this all the time.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh my goodness!” Kristy shouts.

“What! What happened?”

“I found it!” Kristy squeals.

“What did you find, crazy?!”

“The Phoenix constellation. One of my friends a long time ago said that finding the constellation is hard but when you find it, it’s all worth it.” Kristy explains, looking at the sky.

“I didn’t know you brought that with you.” “Well, you can never be too prepared.” Matt chuckled in response. “No, you can not.”

The two then look up at the sky as they see several different stars, though Kristy was more interested in finding the Phoenix constellation.

“So, what’s so important in finding this Phoenix constellation if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Well my friend said that when you find the constellation, find the brightest star. Then the good luck the Phoenix brings will come to you.”

“Wow.” Matt said, intrigued.

“Yep. But since the Phoenix is also a symbol of rebirth, you’ll likely have to leave something behind in order to come into the ‘new you’.”

“I see. What would you leave for the phoenix?”

“Anything that was possibly holding me down. But i can’t really think of anything. Maybe… I don’t know.”

“I see.” “What about you Matt? What would you leave behind?”

He paused for a moment, then he looked up to the sky. “I don’t know.”

“Really? Nothing?”

“Yeah I don’t really see anything that I would need to get rid of.”

“Hmmm I see.”

“Yeah.”

Not long after, the two decided to head back as Matt escorts Kristy back to her dorm.

“Thank you Matt. I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“Me too.”

“We should do this again, sometime.”

“Yeah, we should.” “Well, I’ll see you around Matt. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Kristy.” Matt watched as Kristy opened the door and closed it. He then sighs and walks away, thinking that he was missing something. At the same time, Kristy leaned her back against the door, sliding down as she took off her jacket. She had quite a lovely night with Matt, and hoped that they can go on another date again. She placed her jacket in the closest and removed her earrings while Haley woke up to the sight of her roommate back from her date.

“Hey Kristy.” “Hey.” “How was your date?” Haley yawned. “It…..was amazing.” “Really? That’s good.” “Yeah.” Matt then returned to his dorm while Hotch was working on a paper for his Intro to Government & Law class.

“Hey Matthew.” “Hey Hotch! What you doing?”

“Writing a paper for my Intro to gov’t class. I’ve just finished my third page.” “That’s good.” “Yeah. So, how was your date?”

“Pretty good.”

“Oooo really? Tell me what happened?” Hotch said as he spun his chair around.

“Really Hotch? Really?” “Hey, I just my good friend to tell what happened on his date.”

Matt sighs as he sat down on his bed while Hotch slide his chair over.

“Well, we went to the movies. We ate a bunch of food and then went to the arcade to try to win a stuffed panda bear. Then I took her to a place i like to go to de-stress and then she found The Phoenix constellation. We talked for a bit about that and then i took her to her dorm.”

“Wow. That’s cool.” Hotch said. “Anything else?”

“Not really. But i reeaally like her.”

“I can see why. So you haven’t uhhhhhh.” “No, no I didn’t-we didn’t” “Oh okay.”

“Soo. I saw the way you were looking at her roomate. Have you made a move on her?”

Hotch glares at him. “Really Matt?” “Hey, you started it first.”

He sighs. “Well when you guys left i was going to walk away but she stopped me and we ended up talking for a long time and………………. I kinda like her.”

“Oooooooo.” Matt cooed.

“Don’t ‘ooo’ me.”

“Hotch and Haley sittin in a tree……”

“I hate you so much.”

“Well I’m sorry. I’m just glad that you found someone.”

“Well thank you. Same here.”

“Yeah, though what are the odds that they’re also roommates like we are.” “Yeah, how bout that.”

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Later that evening, Reid caught up with Marissa and her friends and joined them in playing games at the arcade and eating pizza. Marissa’s friends suggest going night swimming, only for Reid to politely decline as well as Marissa, much to his surprise.

“You sure you don’t wanna join us, it’s fun.” “I think Reid and I will just sit this one out.” “Okay, later.” Reid and Marissa watch as her friends leave to go night swimming. Seeing that it was just the two of them, the two decided to walk, asking each other questions along the way.

“Okay, I got one. Live without coffee or books?”

“Ooo, that’s a hard one.”

“I know man, but you gotta pick and choose.”

“Let’s see…..” Reid rubs his hands as he tries to think. “I’m gonna go with books.”

“Really? You seem to be the bookworm type of guy.” “Well, I am, but I can never live without coffee.”

“Same.”

“Alright Marissa I got one for you.”

“Shoot it.”

“Okay, would you want to be rich and lonely or poor and happy?”

“Ummm is that a real question? I’d want to be happy, fuck money man.”

“Yeah.” Reid chuckled. “Me too.”

Just as they walked, they are suddenly surprised when Mary Meadows approached them.

“Hey there lovebirds.” Meadows greeted.

“Hi Meadows.” Marissa said.

“How are you guys today?”

“We’re pretty good.”

“Nice! Anyways I’m having a party this weekend Marissa, do you want to come?”

“Uh me?” “Yes you.” She then hands her a piece of pink paper. “It’s at 7, next Saturday. I hope you can make it.”

“Well I’ll go, if you give Spencer an invite.”

“Oh uh.” Meadows turns to Reid, who awkwardly stands by and gives her a small wave before turning back to Marissa. “I don’t know if I have enough invitations for everyone-”

“I said give one to him now or else i won’t come to your little party. Got me?”

“Marissa.” Reid begged. “You don’t have to.” “No, no, no, no. It’s okay Reid. You’re invited as well.” Meadows then hands him an invitation, much to his surprise.

“Thank you Meadows. See you around.”

“Good.” She smiled once again. “So I guess I’ll see you guys then.” “We will.” Reid replies as Meadows cheerfully walks away, continuing to hand several invitations to other students passing by.

“She’s nice.” Reid said.

“Too nice if you ask me.” Marissa sassed.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on Reid, when a person acts that happy, you know something is up with her. I don’t like the bitch, but I want to see what she has up her sleeve at this little party of her’s.”

“Well we don’t have to go if she seems to be a problem.”

“No no no, I’ll go, I just need you and the crew there so that we can see what she’s up to. I just don’t trust her is all.”

“I see.”

“Yeah, and to think we were just having a fun night till she showed up.” Reid then pats Marissa on the shoulder.

“Well we could still have fun. Maybe go to your dorm and play video games or watch movies.”

“Yeah, i see it. Lets go!” Marissa shouts as she runs through the campus.

“Wait for me!” Reid said as he tries to catch up to her.

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JJ was at a restaurant with Will. After a few games in the arcade, the two decided to eat in a restaurant, ordering hot wings, chili fries, nachos and mini sliders as well as two cokes. While waiting for their food, JJ started asking Will questions as a way to get to know him better.

“So Will, what’s your major?”

“Art. I like to draw and take pictures of nature.”

“Nice.” “How about you, what’s your major?”

“Sociology. I like to work with families, like a social worker.”

“Wow, that sounds amazing.”

“Yeah.”

“Sooooo. How’s your family?” JJ asked.

“My dad works for New Orleans police department.”

“Wow, that’s cool.”

“Yeah it kinda cool because sometimes if he gets stuck on a case he calls me to help him.”

“That’s nice of you to help your dad.” “Yeah. What about you Jennifer?”

“Uhm……” She tapped her fingers on the table as she tries to speak about her family. “My parents are divorced, in which my dad left us.” “Oh.” “And I have a sister, Rosaline.”

“Really? Is she here on campus? Does she go to this school?”

“Uhm.” JJ frowns. “About that, she’s……….”

“What’s wrong?”

“My sister, she’s dead.”

“Oh, I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean to have you bring that up.” Will tries to console her.

“It’s fine.” JJ said. “I understand. It just hurts whenever I think about her.” She then pulls out a small necklace and shows it to Will. “This is all I have left of her.”

“Again, I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“It’s okay.” JJ reassured him.

“But still, I-I feel bad for having you bring up something sad from your life.” He then looked down, ashamed, only to see JJ’s hand touch his.

“Will, you did nothing wrong. You didn’t know and now you do.” She slowly recline to her seat. “It still hurts whenever I think about it, but I’ve learned how to minimize the pain.”

“T-that’s good.” She nods. “Yeah. Sometimes you just gotta think about the good memories, so that it wouldn’t be painful when they’re gone.”

“Yeah I get that.”

“Mm hmph.” Just then, the waiter returns to their table, along with their food. At that moment, they were suddenly happy once again.

“Wow, this looks so good.” Will cooed.

“I know right. Reminds me of game night at home.” “Well I hope we can save some room for dessert, cause I’m craving for their loaded brownies.” “Ohhhhh.” JJ chuckled. “I may be small, but my appetite is huge. We will get dessert.” She gushed as she grabs a chicken wing.

“Well then little lady, just try to save me something.”

“Will do.”

#aaron hotchner #matt simmons #kristy simmons #spencer reid #jennifer jareau #will lamontagne #criminal minds #criminal minds au #criminal minds fanfiction #the good ol days

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bespectacledyurika · 7 years ago

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To Hell and Back - Pt. 3

It was all so hazy and everything tickled my brain to think, but I was partially sure this place was pretty. I couldn't even think straight to quote myself on that fact though which was probably not a great thing. Then again, what was a great thing?

Discounting how comfortable the grass was, Jasper still had yet to really wake up and all I wanted to do was lie my head back down and curl up in the ankle-high grass with scattered flowers across it. Thinking on why there were still blooming flowers in Autumn hurt too much--thinking at all hurt too much.

So I stretched, yawned, and placed one stark pale hand against the grass before lying my equally pale face into it. Wasn't sure about this detail either, but I was pretty sure that I'd become as pale white as Jasper's fur who was curled against my side as I wrapped my body in a curl around his little spot in the grass.

Why was I still here? I'd completely forgotten what even got me to this point. Why did I leave my house? Why wasn't I doing my normal thing? ...what was my normal thing?

“Hey, wake up”.

There was movement and noise like a voice but it was foggy in the background. Mumbling, I picked up a hand to wave off whatever was touching me...or I think was touching me. "Not yet...five more minutes.." was about all that muttered from my lips yet they seemed to make sense to my fogged brain.

More grumbling escaped my lips as I shifted a little, feeling a weird amount of air underneath me and more movement than I was pretty sure I was doing.

I'd only partially dozed and wasn't fully asleep, but I was far too groggy to really make sense of anything. Yawning and slipping one eye open very lazily, I tried to discern the figure whose...face...?...was hovering over mine but looking ahead. It was a blurry silhouette from my perspective. Blinking a few more times, I reached a hand up and very slowly poked at what I thought was a face, trying to feel out who this person was and why I was moving with them as I'd come to realize.

Jasper did what he did best. Somehow through an accident involving puppy imprinting, he bound himself to me. So his body moved itself in a flicker from the spot on the grass to my abdomen. Though at the time, the only thing I registered was the more little fluff adding a bit of weight.

My voice cracked as a very slow-paced sentence slid through my lips. "There's...my li'l fuff ball.." Looking back at that, I probably sounded stoned off my ass or something, but that's about all I could manage. Stoned was better than nothing, I guess?

"Where...we go...in?" I tried to ask the logical question of our location and destination to the blurry figure, but this seemed to be the permanent normal as my arm hung weirdly in the air before I let it rest over Jasper's happily sleeping visage.

"Home." The voice was friendly and warm but the response span around my head repeatedly. Home? Home? What was that? All I could really register was that my vision was going in and out and air was brushing past my flowing locks and I definitely wasn't on the ground. Oh and I was...going home?

As soon as we'd made it to the only cabin in the woods outside the field and gotten in a little ways, I had to blink several times because my vision was adjusting on its own or it looked like it was. There was a murky ceiling and that face...I knew that face. It was still hard to see entirely, but I narrowed my eyes and stared harder. "...Papa Tak?" my voice was really gravely like I hadn't been talking or drinking for days--not that I knew why. I wasn't even sure if I was calling the person by the right name.

Not too long after, there was a soft material underneath me. It was really nice. I yawned and stretched, running my fingers over Jasper as he clung himself to my side. The blurry figure seemed to dart from the room as my vision was clearing a little, lavender eyes gazing across the ceiling. It was...a bedroom? Was this a bedroom?

Before the figure could return, I'd thought maybe I had to sit up to get a better understanding of what was going on. Only--every time I tried to, my body gave me a 'nah' and became weary and shaky forcing me to lie back down. There must be a more logical way to do this yet I felt like I just wasn't smart enough to figure it out.

"Brought you some food n' things to eat. Water too. But eh - let me know if there's anythin' else you need."

When the figure returned, he was carrying something flat which he set on what my fogged eyes could only guess to be some sort of stand. It smelled reeaally good though. So I attempted to prop myself up again as he spoke, his words finally a bit more understandable than before. It was definitely male and I was a bit more sure that it was the elf I was so familiar with from the voice.

Gesturing to my side sloppily and trying to prop myself up on my elbows, I responded to his offer for anything else he could do with a simple but airy, "..Help?" This much need for assistance with simple things was almost foreign to me. I was so used to being resilient that the word sounded weird to me. Yet here I was, needing help with just sitting up straight.

Not having full focus of my surroundings just yet, the hand that was moved to prop against my back and help me sit up startled me at first with a breathy gasp before I feebly adjusted with it to sitting upright with a slight lean. I could tell he was giving me words of advice, but all I could really think to do was nod before reaching a hand out to the food that was seemingly moved closer to me.

Blinking several times to clear the fog, I grabbed the bowl on the tray and slowly pulled it back onto my lap, squinting just to make out that there were strawberries inside and reaching in to grab one.

Without making eye contact, still focused heavily on the strawberry blobs in the bowl that I wanted to eat, I meekly let the question I'd been thinking to myself out. "...where am I? Is--is this home?" I swear I sounded like a lost puppy that'd been kicked and left in the rain. No wonder I was being treated like I was fragile--I was acting like it...and honestly kind of felt like it.

"This is my home," His home...huh? "For the time being, it's yours as well till you can recover from. Well, whatever the heck happened to ya'." Spinning a strawberry between my fingers, I tried to roll around what even happened. What were the occurring events? Why was I in his home? Even a brain as washed up as mine was could tell from the number of times hearing it that this was definitely none other than Tak, but there were so many questions.

Slowly, I nipped the ending off the strawberry blob and rolled it across my tongue before trying to speak more. "Where--where was...I? I...can't--remember..." It was like someone had just taken and sapped everything that happened prior and made me into a clean slate. However, that wasn't a good thing this time. That was an incredible backset on a lot of things.

"You were in a field quite some distance away from where we are now," His words made my brows furrow. A field? I think I remember grass but...why was I there? "You look like you were there for a while. So, stay here a while. Get back your strength, try to remember what happened. You're going to be safe now." None of it made sense. I wouldn't just go to a field to take a nap. My brow twitched with a bit of forced pain as I responded.

"How...far? I--I don't un-underst--" I coughed hard, and choked in a raspy breath, having run out of air for all that, but there was some strange urgency underneath me to know what it was that I didn't know.

"You don't need to do anything right now but get some sleep, and recover. Promise me that, Yuri?"

His response left me with...disappointment? I felt like I was missing something--there was some piece to this that I'd just misplaced as easily as car keys. Maybe he was right. Maybe sleep and recovery were needed first, but wouldn't they stop me from knowing?

With a rough-sounding sigh, I gave a very slow nod and moved to place the bowl back on the tray. All this thinking had killed my appetite. "Can--can I...sleep now?" It was a pretty pointless question except for the fact that I was at least aware of the struggle it took to get me in this position...and now I had to get back into a lying position?

"Of course you can, Yuri. Do you need help laying back down?"

Maybe I didn't sound so stupid after all. His offer at least gave me that much as I nodded in response, deciding it best not to try and struggle out anymore words. What more nonsensical garble could I concoct at this point, anyways?

It was probably just best that I went to sleep and hopefully woke up with a fresh mind so I knew what it was I was thinking about. Not to mention, there was no denying that I was tired.

Once I'd finally gotten into a proper sleeping spot, thanks to Tak, he proceeded to fluff the pillow and pull the blanket up. If I wasn't so drained and tired, his fatherly nurturing would've been somewhat amusing.

"Do you need anything at all? Does your phone need to be charged?" I thought on his questions though. I'm not sure if I needed anything, but...my phone...where was my phone? Blinking reaching a hand down, I shifted slightly to retrieve the device from my pocket where I'd only noticed it sitting thanks to how much it pressed into my side. Slipping it up over the covers, I clumsily unlocked the screen to try and check the battery before passing it over with another nod. Looks like it was just as tired as I was. "Thanks...Papa Tak."

The short time between him leaving and returning to get a cord to plug in my phone was hardly something I'd kept track of. It didn't even occur to me how to ask how it was so easy to charge it. Chargers were weird these days, after all.

"I won't be far from this room if you need something," His affirmation held a sense of comfort as I nodded, settling into the soft bed. "Sleep well, Yuri," Once the lights were off, a silence fell upon the room that was only deterred by my slow, labored breathing as I stared into the crack of the mostly closed door. The harder I stared, the more my head swam--soon drowning in a sea of sleep and an ocean of dreams.

#RP #Yuri story arc #Papa Tak #(forgive for how long this is)

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askmicrowaveayem · 7 years ago

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MAYEM: Fear & Loathing - Pt.6

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Sans nodded, “i know some stuff. not like papyrus. what first?”

Gaster watched his twin a moment longer, then sighed. “It’s going to be fine. You’ll see. There’s nothing worrying will do right now.”

“let’s do the bone thing.” Sans said, summoning a bone in his hand. “can you do that?”

His was much smaller than his brother’s, but at the same time he was smaller overall.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

Gaster stood and walked back over to the machine to continue what they were doing. Even if his double needed a break, he didn’t, and he needed to keep his mind busy.

Sans nodded, freeing one hand from his crutches and putting his whole weight on the other one, before summoning a bone. He twirled it a bit, grinning.

Gaster watched him work, and finished his drink. “...what other projects do you have right now?”

Sans smiled back and did the same, then dismissed it and summoned a blue one instead. “can you do blue attacks at all?”

“Right now? Not much. I made a limitless power supply once we reached the surface which is… probably pretty illegal in some way, but fuck it. The humans can choke on it if they think I’m paying for power after they sealed us in a mountain.” Gaster said as he worked, “Other than that I’ve been reading up on all the new technology I’ve missed out on, catching up onto current events. The boys know a lot more about it than I do.”

“i’ve never tried,” he said, and dismissed his bone to summon a new one. He’d been paying attention while the Papyru were practicing, at least at the blue attack part, and remembered the advice, but…. he hadn’t expected it to be kind of easy?

The bone in his hand started out blue and then flickered into white. It stayed it’s second color, but the blue had most definitely been there.

Gaster nodded along as he listened to his double speak. He made a face as he headed back to resume working on the machine, as if he had something to say but was unsure of it.

“hey, check that out. first try.” Sans said with a grin. “see? you and your bro have different strengths. try it again. see if you can get it to stick.”

Gaster glanced back just in time to see that face.

“Go on now. Don’t puss out.” He teased.

Sans nodded, and dismissed the bone, trying to summon it again. It was sort of weird? Almost like he was trying too hard to get a bone, and it came out white. But when he just sort of…. halfway reached for one, the blue came easier. Like it wasn’t really fully there. The second bone flickered blue a bit longer than the first.

“Shut it,” Gaster said, rolling his eyes. “I know I might regret asking and am trying to decide if I want to risk it or not.”

“nice. keep goin’. see if you can make it stick.” Sans encouraged. He had dismissed his own attack and shoved his hands into his pockets to watch.

Gaster merely gave his double a look as though to say ‘dude I showed you my soul, how bad is this going to be?’, but didn’t pry. He figured it would come out eventually.

Papyrus, from the sidelines, watched as the older Sans dismissed his attack.

“……………...HE’S JUST USING IT AS AN EXCUSE TO NOT WORK?” he said in as much of a whisper as he could to his double.

Sans continued trying to summon blue bones, each one lasting a bit longer than the rest until finally he had one that seemed like it might stay blue indefinitely.

Gaster gave him a sharp look back and scowled. He looked away.

Finally, he said it.

“...what’s the surface like?”

Papyrus looked at his double. “NYEH-HEH-HEH! NO, NOT THIS TIME. IT’S JUST STRAINING FOR HIM TO KEEP AN ATTACK UP WHEN HE ISN’T USING IT. HE’S SAVING HIS ENERGY.”

After the attack stayed blue, Sans’ smile broadened a little. “nice. good job kid.”

“now do the same as the paps did.” He summoned a straight line of attacks from the ground, although his bones were different heights and sort of lazily placed in what could maybe resemble a line.

Gaster stopped what he was doing.

Oh.

Well didn’t he feel like a shithead.

“... It’s nice.” He finally said, then went right back to work. “I recommend it. I’m sure the air is probably amazing. Seeing the stars again was always a very big motivator for me, so… it’s nice.”

“In my world humans lost their ability to use magic, but, uh, I’m not entirely comfortable being around them so I haven’t gone far from the house much.”

“The sun probably feels nice.”

The way he used ‘probably’ meant that he wasn’t too sure. He could be stabbed and his head could be torn off without pain, that much was obvious, so unfortunately that meant he couldn’t feel much at all. And judging by how distorted his voice could become, he apparently didn’t really need air either.

“OH,” Papyrus said, and returned to watching the two.

Sans did the same, just sort of scattering his bones about. A couple of them floated pretty willy-nilly. He hadn’t ever been too concerned about organization, as long as thy kinda hit their target.

Gaster stopped pretending to try and work and just listened to his counterpart’s explanation. It wasn’t a lot to go on, not really. Not that he could blame the other, but… still. At least it was something.

“...do the stars really look like the crystals down here?” he asked. “The ones in the wishing rooms?”

“good.” Sans said, dismissing his attacks. “now criss-cross.” He said, haphazardly crossing his bones this way and that in a line.

“There are some similarities. They glow similar but they’re much smaller and some are brighter than the crystals. You can always tell how far the crystals are, but not the stars. They’re so far away and so bright it’s impossible.”

He stopped what he was doing to pull out his tablet and began tapping at the screen. After a moment he handed it over to his double and pressed the large ‘play’ button in the center.

It was a video. The sky was dark, illuminated by nothing but the stars and moon. The shadows of the trees overhead blocked some of the sky, but otherwise it was clear to see. It panned from side to side and back and forth, taking in as much of the sky as possible that could be seen from around the trees.

There was the sound of crickets and bugs and the crackling of a fire nearby, as well as the faint conversation between Sans and Papyrus as they argued over something about roasting marshmallows.

A moment later and the video stopped.

Gleefully, Sans just let his bones loose to bounce up and down, left and right, moving in whatever way pleased him at the moment. It looked a bit more like a carnival than a battle technique. Still. It’d be hell for anyone to try and dodge through.

Gaster watched.

Focused on the stars. On the silhouette of trees. The familiar voices of crickets and--and the laughter from two kids he was only just getting to really know.

When the video stopped, he was quiet for a while, just watching the screen.

“Haha,” he said, after a long moment. His voice cracked, but he did his best to hold it steady. “Are you telling me it’s fucking dark on the surface, too?”

Sans blinked, “kid, that’s… that’s pretty cool.” He grinned, “i need to learn to do that.”

“SANS.”

The older brother waved off Papyrus’ concerns. “try and make ‘em like mine though or paps’ll have my head.”

At that Gaster laughed and took his tablet, switching to another video before handing it over. “No. This is a sunrise.”

The video began with the screen facing what looked like a backyard. It had a tiny fence around it and a single tree, as well as a few flowers and a bench to sit on. This video was much longer, Gaster staying perfectly still as he filmed the sunrise.

The horizon went from black to dark blue, to purple and then red, orange, and yellow. He filmed it all until the sun was peeking over the horizon.

“I like to film the sky a lot. But I have some trips back up the mountain too if you want to see those. Or… god. The ones where Sans videos me outside being scared shitless.” He rolled his eyes at himself.

Sans nodded, grinning, and took a moment to try and reign his magic in more. It was actually a lot harder to keep things perfectly in line, or--’perfectly’ in line, but he managed it after a few moments of concentration.

“I…” Gaster said. His voice cracked again. “...No. No thank you. I shouldn’t have asked.”

He tried, his hands shaking, to turn back to the machine he had in front of himself, trying to blink back something in his eyes.

“okay. good. now make ‘em blue.” Sans said, putting down one row of attacks to spring forth another, but these were blue.

“... Ah. Sorry.” Gaster said, taking the device back and quickly storing it.

He had gotten a little too enthusiastic.

Sans blinked up at his counterpart,”uh” and… dismissed the bones, trying to turn them blue.

… “weell. uh. about half of those are blue-ish, right?”

Turned out it was really hard reaching for a wall of bones without reeaally reaching for a wall of bones.

Gaster shook his head quickly. “It’s fine. I knew this would happen.”

He reached for a sprocket wrench and ended up rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyesockets instead.

“that’s not bad for a first try. you’ll get the hang of it eventually.” Sans said with a shrug, dismissing his own attacks. “now, uh, how are you with handling your blasters?”

Just like Papyrus had, he didn’t specifically ask for them to be summoned.

Gaster merely nodded and turned to continue working, letting his twin have a moment.

He felt a little bad, but… well, hopefully his double would see the stars one day too. Maybe that was a constant for Gasters.

Maybe he had fucked up that possibility by fucking with this timeline and helping out himself. Maybe they would be stuck here forever because of hi-

No. No that was a very bad train of thought. He should stop that.

Unlike Papyrus, Sans wasn’t exactly used to pulling out his Blasters at any given moment, so he just nodded and said, “yeah, gaster helped me with ‘em. they aren’t as strong as either of his or paps’s but they’re fine.”

Gaster took a deep breath, slowly pulling himself together.

He knew he shouldn’t have asked. He knew he was just asking for more pain if he did. He knew monsters were all going to spend the rest of their lives in the dark, and things were safer that way, and all he could do was just try and keep everyone comfortable, but--

But when his twin had walked out of the time machine for the first time all those months ago and so assuredly talked about reaching the surface after a thousand years underground....

The thought had stuck with him. Wondering if he’d survive to see the surface. When all his life he’d been telling himself it was best to stay underground. But how could he try to deny people what was shown so casually in those videos?

...how different was a sunrise in person?

He choked again, and clenched his hands, trying to will them to stop shaking.

He still had work to do.

He quietly picked up his socket wrench again and got back to it.

“okay good.” Sans said, happy that the kid didn’t instantly pull out his blasters to show them off. “now seeing as how we’re not quite like our paps, what i’m gonna do with you will be a bit different.” He began, “‘cause first you’re gonna have to get the hang’a walkin’ in general before you can start learnin’ all the fancy footwork i do.”

“guys like us can’t just sit and take it. ya gotta be light on your feet.”

Gaster did his best to ignore his double. If he was anything like himself, and he was in a few ways, he would probably just need some space and time to deal with what he saw.

He just hoped that, someday, he did get to see the stars. Hopefully his boys would be there with him too.

Silently he continued working.

Sans nodded. “okay. so we’re done?”

He grinned like it was a joke, even though he was a little bit disappointed.

This was a painful silence.

It needed to fucking stop.

Usually he might play music in the lab if he were fully alone, but, well--not today. That would probably just emphasize how terrible he felt, and--judging by his twins’ expression--and his twin’s guilt.

Finally, he sighed and lowered the wrench. “So… we should probably figure out something else to say, huh.”

He was an excellent conversationalist.

“i guess so. wow. what a workout.” Sans grinned and rocked on his heels before turning to walk towards the Papyru.

“MAYBE WE SHOULD SHOW THEM HOW WE SPAR?” Papyrus offered, his brother stopping in his tracks. Of course Papyrus would want to keep sparring.

Of course.

Sans sighed through his teeth. “do i actually get to answer that question or have you decided already, pap?”

Papyrus smiled, “NOPE! WE’RE SPARRING.” He stood up.

“If you feel like we need to, sure.” Gaster said, any sort of silence comfortable for him. He had been in the void for so long silence never bothered him, even if all other parties found it strange or discomforting.

“You could ask me more questions or, uh… I could ask you more.” He continued working, one of the panels being screwed back into place after he finished mucking about with the inner workings. “What about your parents? You said they were good monsters, right?”

He hoped that wasn’t a sore spot.

Papyrus looked up in alarm, grabbing his Papyrus’ arm. “BUT WHAT IF YOU HURT SANS!?”

He knew both older versions were a lot tougher than him or Sans as they were, but….. that Sans was still a 1HP monster. And Papyrus was still about as strong as a monster could be!

Meanwhile, his own brother Sans snorted and began making his way towards his sibling, rolling his eyes as he navigated over the rubble. “you better kick his butt, older me.”

Gaster blinked, surprised at the topic his twin chose. “Ah. Yes. They were. They…. managed to get themselves in charge of most homeless child monsters, actually. And if you were anything like I was as a child, you know the patience it takes to deal with us, so… they had a lot on their plate, but they remained very kind. They were good people.”

He managed to smile a bit.

Papyrus looked down at his twin and just smiled, “I WON’T, DON’T WORRY! BESIDES, I’VE BEEN UNABLE TO ACTUALLY EVEN GET CLOSE TO HITTING SANS FOR YEARS NOW.”

“i’m too lazy to kick butts. but i can mildly annoy him.” Sans grinned.

Gaster thought about that for a moment before he smiled too. “I don’t think I was, honestly. I was a really good kid. Did everything my parents said. Still got into some trouble as boys do, but…” He shrugged and then couldn’t help but laugh.

“Maybe we aged in opposite directions?”

“...” Papyrus nodded slowly, not entirely sure if he trusted that, but…. he trusted his twin. So it’d probably be okay.

Sans on the other hand turned around slowly, meeting his double with a level gaze. Very subtley, he moved his hands in front of him at an angle where neither Papyrus could see, and signed, defend my honor. annoy the shit out of him. I’m counting on you.

He really liked the older Papyrus and all, but he also really wanted to see himself come out on top in a fight for once, darnit!

Even if the only fights he’d ever really been in were with gravity.

...he’d always lost those, too.’

Gaster laughed too. “Maybe. With how messed up this whole situation is, I wouldn’t be that surprised. I was a terror.”

He shook his head, grinning a bit. “What about you? What were your parents like? All you’ve said is they were ‘boring’ and farmers.”

Sans was much too lazy to sign back, so he gave his double a thumbs up instead.

The two brothers walked a bit away from the younger versions of themselves, Sans lazily meandering about with his hands always in his pockets while his brother was a stark contrast of energy and determination.

They stood a ways apart from one another, neither of them needing to say a word before Papyrus quickly summoned an array of bones underneath his brother’s feet. Sans effortlessly spun off to the side with a quickness that was entirely different than what he usually demonstrated.

“Because that’s about it.” The doctor laughed, “My childhood was very uneventful. Pop was pretty big for a skeleton, was missing his lower jaw. That’s why-” He wiggled his hands a bit to express why he used them so often despite apparently not having any problem using his voice like his double did.

“I think he lost it getting kicked by a horse or something. He never did tell me.”

Sans accepted that thumbs up, feeling the hope rise within him, just a little bit. He took a seat next to his own brother and settled in to watch, grinning. Papyrus was shifting uncomfortably, but having his own Sans closer seemed to calm him down a bit as he watched the fight begin, gasping each time a bone came close.

Gaster nodded, listening. He made a little ‘ah!’ sound at the wingdings explanation. “So it was a more widely used language back then for you? And don’t say things like that, they’re your parents. Surely you’ve got a couple good stories to tell.”

A lot of bones did come very close, but none ever hit. Sans danced around each attack as though the act was effortless, his hands never leaving his pockets. Eventually Papyrus stopped using ground attacks and charged at him, swinging a bone at him with much more force than the younger version of himself had seen.

Yet still, every single time, no matter how fast it was, Sans was able to get out of the way just in time.

Eventually he ducked under his brother’s lanky legs only to tap his rear with a slipper. Papyrus stumbled forward a little and grabbed his backside, glaring at Sans.

“get nudged on, bro.”

“It was in my village. We had a lot of monsters and humans congregate there that were either hearing or verbally impaired in some way. It was nice to have people around you that could understand, y’know?” Gaster explained, then tried to think of a story. It was hard. Not only had it been so long ago but he did have quite the boring childhood. He had made up for that by having an incredibly exciting, dangerous, and perhaps horrible rest of his life.

“Huh. Well.” He looked down, trying to recall a memory he hadn’t thought about in possibly hundreds of years. “Pop was this huge skeleton, right? Had to be a bit taller than me, definitely twice as wide.” Gaster gestured the size with his hands. “Ma was more normal, maybe a bit on the smaller side.” He held a hand to about his shoulder. “Very dainty thing. He’d always joke about how I got my bones from her.” The doctor rolled his eyes.

“But man could she whip his ass in line. That woman could be downright frightening.” He laughed.

Sans was ecstatic. He grinned so wide his smile noticeably spread and he let out a loud cheer at his elder self’s decisive point. Papyrus, who had been on the edge of his seat in nerves while watching the double’s fight, suddenly found all his anxiety falling out from under him in shock, and his jaw hung open wide.

Gaster listened, trying to imagine a village full of humans and skeletons. Or--monsters and humans. All together? It was a pretty funny image, almost. Or maybe he was just grinning at it.

He grinned a bit wider as his twin talked about his family. “She have a lot of reason to keep him in line?”

Papyrus threw his attack at his brother in frustration, who effortlessly tilted his head to avoid it. “nice throw.” He started to ‘finger-gun’ at him.

“AUGH!” Papyrus threw up his arms.

“Kinda. He was a bit lazy. She caught him sleeping in the barn a lot.” Gaster smirked and then realized that might be where Sans got it from. Who knew anymore.

“What about yours? Tell me about ‘em. A dragon and…?” He couldn’t recall what he had said the other one was.

Sans was applauding.

Papyrus had his head buried in his face, possibly suffering second-hand embarrassment.

It was an excellent day to be a Sans, the elder of the pair decided.

Gaster nodded without mentioning what his mother was.

He was pretty used to people getting it wrong, anyway.

“They bickered a lot, but never very seriously,” he said, “Mostly over little things. The only one who would really fight was my mother, but that only happened a bare handful of times, and otherwise they were both very easy-going, honestly.”

“My dad would fall asleep a lot in odd places, sometimes,” he added after a moment, remembering mostly because of his twin’s story about his own father. “If I found him, I’d join him. It was like sleeping on a furnace.”

“i think that’s enough for now.” Sans said, grinning while his brother palmed his face in annoyance.

“YES I SUPPOSE SO.”

The older of the two looked at his double and gave a thumbs up.

“I wonder if that’s a dad thing.” Gaster laughed, “I do that a lot. Er, did. I would work myself to exhaustion and then just sort of… sleep wherever.”

“aww,” Sans said, but accepted it much more quickly than he would’ve had any other outcome occurred. He was still grinning widely, and returned his elder’s thumbs-up.

Papyrus was happy it was over.

Gaster snorted, “I actually stopped once I got Sans and Papyrus, but yeah, maybe.”

He pased a moment, frowning. “......though now that you mention it, I don’t think I ever saw my mother sleep? ...huh.”

He looked like he wasn’t really sure what to do with that information, but held onto it anyway.

“SHALL WE HEAD BACK HOME FOR SOME LUNCH?” Papyrus asked the two children sat before him, the annoyance from the sparring match quickly leaving him. He didn’t win very often anymore, so it never bothered him for too long.

Gaster watched him for a moment before shrugging, “Maybe some monsters don’t need sleep? I don’t need it that much, but… well…” He gestured to himself.

“yes!” Sans said. This day just kept improving. First Papyrus had said words without a ton of coaxing, then he’d eaten breakfast with people, and then he got to watch the older Sans win against his Papyrus, and now with was lunchtime, and--

--and he suddenly remembered a vitally important piece of information. “carry me!”

“You’d probably know more than I would,” Gaster said in reply, nodding. “I’m about the same. I think it’s because there’s not much to us but magic and a frame?”

Sans looked up at his brother. “that’s all you bro, you’re stronger than i am.”

Papyrus made no complaints, reaching down to lift the frail little skeleton up and into his arms.

“That would make the most sense. It’s why monsters with little physical bodies are more powerful, so it would only make sense that the same applied to food intake and sleep required.” Gaster shrugged, “If it’s the same in both worlds, anyway.”

Before being picked up, Sans wiggled the straps of his crutches off and passed the crutches to his own Papyrus, then gladly accepted being scooped up, looping his arms around the older skeleton’s neck with surprising firmness. “okay.”

Papyrus carried both crutches without complaint, happily holding onto them with both arms and getting up to follow behind the pair.

Gaster nodded. “If you find another Gaster out there and it turns out he’s a biologist? Make sure you ask him.”

The three walked back home, Papyrus happily carrying his brother’s double while Sans meandered behind him.

Gaster gave a thumbs up, then paused. “That reminds me. You went to college you said, so you have a diploma? In what exactly?”

Sans held on tightly for the whole walk, enjoying being carried, while Papyrus kept pace with the elder Sans, occasionally sneaking a glance up to look at him. He didn’t know the elder Sans, since he hadn’t really interacted with him like he had the elder Papyrus, but…. it was still his brother, even if it was kind of weird to be a bit shorter than him.

“Interdisciplinary,” Gaster said, “My major was a terrible amalgamation of every science class offered, independent study courses, and engineering. They didn’t have an option for ‘Physics.’ They still don’t have an option for physics. I did the next best thing.”

Sans caught the glances of his younger younger brother and flashed him a slightly wider grin than usual.

“That’s still pretty good. More formal education than I got.” He laughed at the whole idea and wondered how illegal everything he had done was since he didn’t have a shiny piece of paper telling everyone that he was smart.

Papyrus realized he’d been caught and quickly hid his face again, before gathering his courage to surpass his shyness and give Sans a small, friendly smile of his own. His older older brother was kinda cool, and he really wanted him to like him…

“They wouldn’ take me at the lab otherwise,” Gaster said, a bit of a laugh in his voice, nodding as he said it. “School’s pretty boring. I don’t recommend it. Useful! But pretty boring.”

Papyrus lead them all into the apartment and up the stairs, opening the door once they arrived. “IS THERE ANYTHING YOU WOULD LIKE FOR LUNCH?”

“Yeah. I remember having to substitute for some class once when Sans and Pap were in school. They were going to make me just show them a video and do a worksheet. Mind you they were all pretty young.” Gaster shrugs, “But it was so boring.”

He had been working all the while as he spoke, eventually laying down and pulling himself underneath one of the parts of the machine. “I ended up taking them outside and showing them how to build a popato cannon.”

“I got banned from teaching at the school after that.”

“gaster leaves lunch in the fridge for us so all we have to do is heat it up,” Sans said, still holding onto Papyrus. He didn’t seem at all concerned that he and his brother were apparently home alone the vast majority of the day.

Gaster snorted, watching him slide under the machine. He moved a bit closer, ready to help out if the other Gaster needed anything, while he continued to work uptop. “Banned for teaching them how to make a popato cannon? What were you making it out of?”

Papyrus nodded and set little Sans down at one of the chairs around the table before setting about making them lunch. His brother meanwhile went to their bag and started to dig around for some food they had brought.

“Just some pipe and magic. None of them could use magic though, which is understandable since they were young, but they had completely stopped teaching magic by that point.” Gaster said, sounding annoyed. “I mean, what the hell? Magic is fundamental. Every monster child should at least attempt to learn it.”

Sans settled into his chair and watched as the older Papyrus dug through the kitchen. It was pretty nice having someone around.

Papyrus meanwhile pulled his own chair over to Sans’ spot on the table, setting the crutches between them and curling up as close to his brother as he could while still keeping on his chair. It had been a long, exhausting day for him, but he thought he could keep being out an about for a little longer.

Gaster made a disgusted sound in agreement with his twin. “I remember hearing about that! Yeah, fuck, they’re saying things like the parents should teach the kids magic instead of the school having to do it… as if all parents are equally good at magic or have the time or even the desire to do that? They banned out over a magic popato cannon? Should’ve hired you as a magic teacher.“

Sans brought back over two containers of what looked like some sort of pasta, setting them on the counter for his brother to heat up once he was finished heating up the meals for the other two. He took notice of little Papyrus’ demeanor and settled into one of the seats across from them. “naptime after lunch?”

“Right!?” Gaster said, his voice muffled by the machine he was currently wedged under. It was pretty funny when his twin lined up so perfectly over certain subjects like this. They were radically different in a lot of ways, but then they would just sort of ‘click’ over something. Sometimes it was even the most mundane of things.

“Not that I would have taken it if they offered, but damn. What the hell.”

“... I also fired it at the principal’s window after she kicked me out, so that might have something to do with it.” He laughed.

Papyrus looked up and then nodded slowly, looking a little embarrassed at having been caught.

“Oh my stars, Gaster, you can’t just shoot popatoes at people,” Gaster said, but he was laughing as he did.

Papyrus soon finished heating up their meal and set it down in front of them, along with the appropriate cutlery. He then did much the same with his and Sans’ meal, taking a seat beside his brother while they all ate.

“Like hell I can’t!” Gaster yelled, his foot ‘pointing’ up towards his twin.

Sans dug into his meal while Papyrus ate at a much more sedate pace, managing to clear most of his plate before filling up. He calmly pushed the remainder towards Sans, who wouldn’t let it go to waste. They definitely made a good pair, even in such a different world. Once he was done, he watched their elder versions eat, wondering a bit at the little differences he saw between them. How much more excitable his older self was, how much more sedate the older Sans was… it was kind of cool?

Gaster kicked that foot, though not exactly more than a sharp nudge. “This is why you get in trouble all the time!”

It made you wonder if they would turn out the same, didn’t it?

The older two finished their meals at roughly the same pace, both taking their time for different reasons. Sans was just lazy, but his brother liked to be clean and orderly about it. Once everyone was finished Papyrus set about cleaning up.

“time for a nap?” Sans asked, eager to get right to it.

The goo underneath the machine made a very offended sounding ‘AUFFHHH!’, as though the mere idea that was why he got into trouble was insulting.

Still, they had successfully turned a rather dark atmosphere into a light one, hadn’t they?

Papyrus hoped one day he’d be as happy as the older Papyrus seemed to be.

But not at the expense of Sans. He didn’t really know.

He nodded at the question, getting up slowly and helping Sans back into his crutches for the short trip. On his way to the back room, he picked up a book from one of the many scattered around the room, and headed in to curl up in bed, his brother following at a slower pace, even though Sans didn’t seem particularly tired yet.

Gaster shook his head at his twin, even if the other couldn’t see him doing it. It was definitely why he always got in trouble.

Still, he was grinning a bit and definitely feeling better than he had been just a while before.

He wouldn’t mind at all if his double could stick around a while, if only for moments like this.

As their counterparts headed to bed, Sans and Papyrus did much the same… or at least Sans did. Papyrus pulled out the tablet from their bag and sat on the couch, his brother flopping down beside him and using his bony legs as a pillow while he dozed. This time around Papyrus didn’t seem to mind being a prop for his brother.

A comfortable silence settled over the two, Gaster eventually pulling himself out from underneath the machine. He realized they had been talking back and forth for awhile and wondered if anyone had heard two Gaster’s shooting the shit at one another in passing.

He glanced at the door but tried to shake off his paranoia lest his twin nag him for it. Instead he tried to change the subject.

“I wonder how the boys are doing.”

While Papyrus curled up for a long while of silence and recovery that might-or-might-not have included sleep, Sans got up on the bed beside him, cracked open the book Papyrus picked up, and began to read, staying close by just in case Papyrus needed anything or did actually fall asleep and needed a get-out-of-bad-dreams shake.

Gaster, for once, wasn’t stewing in anxiety and had totally disregarded the thought that someone might’ve heard through the door. He kept tinkering, enjoying the rare calm.

“Hm? I’m sure they’re fine. Mine will keep your two in line.”

Gaster scoffed, “Excuse me, my Pap doesn’t need to be kept in line.” He paused, “Sans on the other hand…” He made an annoyed face, but it was all in good fun.

“But I’m glad they seemed to have had that talk or whatever it was. I didn’t even know your Pap could talk.”

Gaster nodded, “He… he does sometimes? But usually only when he’s feeling comfortable, or feeling especially pressured to. He hadn’t said very much the last few days before you all came. So I’m glad your Papyrus got him to say whatever it is they said. This morning was the most forward I’d seen him in a while.”

He smiled a bit as he spoke.

#mayem #fear and loathing #undertale #RP log #kid #goop #sans #papyrus

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starkdistress · 7 years ago

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InfiNITY WAR ANGST CAUSE the pain is real

I’ve been seeing posts about how Tony/Peter’s death would go and I decided to join in cause? Who? DOesnt? Love? pAiN? so here’s a little fic to help feel sad before marvel kills us all hahahahha p a i n

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It happened all too fast. One moment Peter was battling intergalactic aliens alongside the Avengers and the next he was crying out, Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go, please, don’t leave me.

He was fighting the Chitauri, shooting webs and bombs at the ever-approaching figures. Even though Peter was fighting for his life, he felt free, slightly proud, even, knowing that he was protecting the world and that Mr. Sta- Tony, was trusting him to fight alongside all the other superheroes. Because that’s what he was now. A superhero.

It didn’t change the fact that he was scared though. He didn’t want to die, he didn’t want to have others attending his funeral, or worse, having to attend others’ funerals. Especially someone he considered family. But Peter knew that if Tony had a choice, he would’ve asked him to stay home, even though by now, he knew that Peter wouldn’t listen at all. He knew him as well as a father would. And he was his father, in a way.

Father’s day was coming up. If they managed to defeat Thanos, Peter would definitely make something for Tony, because it wasn’t exactly easy buying something for a billionaire. He’d been asking Karen about what he should get, because he reeaally didn’t wanna mess this up. Karen had only said, “I’m sure Boss would appreciate anything you got for his birthday. He dotes on you like a father and Boss has had his share of bad parenting to know how to love a child properly. Don’t worry Peter, you still have a month.” Karen sounded amused, even if she was an AI. Trust Tony Stark to create robots more human than most people. Peter asked Aunt May when he got home, only changing the question so it was asking about what a hypothetical son would get his kind-of Dad for father’s day. May had laughed because the poor boy was very bad at trying to cover up his adoration for Stark. “I’m sure you know what to get him. Besides, if he doesn’t like it, I’ll make sure to have a word with him! But I know he won’t because, what kind of hypothetical father doesn’t love his son?” Peter had only spluttered indignantly, embarrassed, but still immensely happy because, well, Peter finally had someone to think of as ‘Dad’. Peter wasn’t sure if they would all be alive after this, but that didn’t stop him from hoping.

And then Thanos had looked at Peter, pure malice shimmering in his eyes as he made a thoughtful noise. He turned towards Tony. Peter’s eyes widened in fear, fear, so much fear.

“How much do you care about the boy?”

Even though he had not addressed him specifically, Tony whipped his head around, not even looking as he blasted two Chitauri gaining on his back.

“What. do. you. want.”

Tony’s voice was cold, mechanical and showing no emotions. But if Peter had been able to look inside the suit he would’ve seen a scared man, a father hating himself for having to have dragged his son into the mess in the first place, a vulnerable,broken man telling himself to keep his emotions at bay or he would lose someone else.

“Mr.Stark, would you die for this boy?”

Tony turned to face Peter. He looked at him, bit his inner cheek until he drew blood and took a breath.

“Yes.”

“Then do it.”

Thanos raised his gauntlet, thrumming with unknown energies that none of them could hope to defend against. It was the first time they had seen him use it. Thanos prepared to fire.

Tony was already flying, propulsors flaring and leaving burning streaks behind him. He didn’t care about anything else.

Nononononono

Peter wanted to scream. Tony, no please. It’s ok, it’s alright, please I can’t lose you, I’m okay, I’m not a kid. But he was scared, scared, scare-

Tony fired back with his arc reactor, trying to make the powerful beam stop before it would reach his son. I’m sorry Peter, I’m so sorry, but I wouldn’t be able to deal - I wouldn’t be able to live if I lost you. You helped me so much, after Siberia, after everything. You are so much better than me.

Tony lifted up his faceplate and smiled, tears rolling down his bruised cheeks. He couldn’t stop them, he couldn’t stop the beam with his repulsors, he had to do this, for Peter, for the people he loved.

“Take care ki-”

And then blue light engulfed his body and it was awful. It was too fast, but Peter’s heightened senses made it seem like a lifetime of watching the man who supported him turn into nothing but a flash of light and Peter screamed, a wave of anguish and denial and - dontgodontleavedontpleaseplease I ca n’t, don’t leave me please, not again, not again,

Peter collapsed to the ground, face in shock, tears streaking his unmasked face.

There wasn’t even a body left. Just some ashes he couldn’t tell apart from dirt.

And Peter broke. He started mumbling and hyperventilating, everything around him drowning in white noise. “Not again, never again, comebackcomebackcomeback, I love you, Dad please, I’m begging you, I was gonna spend Father’s day with you. I finally had a father to spend the day with. It was going to be perfect. Maybe this is like New York, maybe he’ll come back.”

He didn’t come back.

Peter continued rambling on, voice cracking and fresh tears threatening to spill over the other ones. “Come on Peter get it together, he’ll come back, he’ll be back. Get it together, you’re Spider-man, not a kid, you have to do this. You can’t think about this now, you can-t, you, you, can’t, thin-k.”

Peter heard Rhodey talking to him, distant, saying something, something he couldn’t hear, but he could tell the man was just as broken as he was.

Peter took a shuddering breath; closing his eyes to put on his mask. Spider-man got up.

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Later, Peter would realise that Thanos had the opportunity to kill him several times during that occurrence. But instead he took Tony’s life. It didn’t matter though. Because Peter had broken enough to make it count.

After all, you could only lose your father so many times.

#infinity war #marvel #avengers #tony stark #iron man #peter parker #spiderman #spider-man: homecoming #dad!tony #dad!tony stark #rhodey #james rhodes #thanos #angst #marvel angst #my fic #fanfic

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otomeaimi · 8 years ago

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Bad End (Zen x MC) One shot

I always wanted a reeeaaaally bad end for Zen's route.

***may contain spoilers****

This is my first fanfic.

I played Zen's route quite a while ago so not everything is accurate.

I change POV often. Sometimes without warning.

You have been warned.

Word count: 2001

It was driving Zen crazy, he couldn't get that nightmare out of his head. When he thinks about that strange bleached hair kid strangling his MC, his love, his everything, he couldn't even begin to describe how scared he was. He'd never been scared of anything (other than those dreaded fur balls called cats), if he needed to do something or faced a new challenge, he was always up for game. But now...he couldn't even begin to describe the emotions flowing through him.

That's why he revved up his bike to go as fast as it could, regardless of the rain. His destination- 707's house. If he wouldn't tell him MC's address through the messenger, he'd make him say it face to face. The rain pelting his perfectly tied gray hair and soaking him through he had left his house so quickly he didn't even bring his helmet. He knew how dangerous it was but he was more worried about MC than anything.

In a couple more minutes he had reached the gate to Seven's house. He rang the bell but all that answered was this stupid machine asking him about Arabic or something.

"Damn it Seven! This isn't time for games!" he yelled "Open the damn door!"

The stupid door replied saying it would self destruct if he kept hitting it but a few seconds later it opened. He ran straight to the main door and then to Seven's room. When he barged in he saw Yoosung and Seven both looking as if they were expecting him. He cut straight to the chase.

"Where is it?" Though it was a question, he stated it like a demand.

Seven looked to the side and rubbed his headphone cord thinking of how to address the quite distressed Zen.

"Zen it's taken care of, you don't have to worry, I'm keeping an eye on her"

That was not what he wanted to hear.

"Not worry? You want me to not freaking worry?" he laughed ridiculously "There's a crazy hacker out for whatever's in that apartment, there's a BOMB in that freakin place! She's by herself, no weapons, no bodyguards and you don't want me to worry?" He looked at Seven, then a surge of anger drove through him. He grabbed the front of Seven's hoodie and pulled "Tell me where she's at"

707 kept his silence. Yoosung who had been silent this entire time, touched Seven's shoulder and whispered "Maybe you should tell him Seven. It's not like V's gonna answer his phone anytime soon" Yoosung's distrust for V had led him to be on Zen's side "If something does happen it would be better if someone was there with her"

Seven sighed, "Fine just...let me call V one more time" He called and as expected V didn't answer. It took a minute. One minute and a life was changed. Just one.

When they heard the window shatter they all looked to the monitor. There he was, the bleached hair kid with the tattoo, just like his dream. It was coming true. No, no, no, no, no. This wasn't happening.

"Let's go" Seven said urgently. They all agreed and ran to his garage. At the speed Seven was driving they would be wherever MC was in a couple minutes. Wait for me, Zen thought, please be okay.

Back at the apartment.

MC was currently answering an email from longcat, whom she refused to believe was actually a cat. But with all the strange things happening in the past 2 weeks, she probably shouldn't put it past her. As she was contemplating writing “miumiumiu” with a comma or not, she heard the window shatter. She was alert and scared. She tried not to male any noise to alert the intruder that she was there but the apartment wasn't very big so he would wander into this room eventually. It didn't take him long at all.

"Who are you?" she stared at his weird appearance, an eye tattoo on his upper arm, strange bleached hair, and a crazy look in his eye. This wasn't a normal intruder.

"Are you the hacker?"

He smiled

"Bingo"

"What do you want?"

"Well what fun would that be telling you all my plans?"

"How did you get past the security system?"

At this he burst out laughing

"Oh dear I put that thing out a while ago, you idiots just haven't noticed"

She backed up a little, she had seen a box cutter a bit behind her but she was too scared to make any sudden movements. Hopefully Seven was seeing this and was on his way. She started stalling.

"You won't get any information from me"

He smiled again

"Are you sure about that? But either way I don't really need you, if anything you'll just make a cute little assistant for me"

She shivered, but then saw his hand go into his back pocket, pull out a USB, as well as the glint of the gun he had. That was all she needed to snatch the box cutter and make a run for it. As she passed him he put out his arm, caught her by the chest, and slammed her down on the floor. Her whole body ached and she had tears at the corners of her eyes. She barely had time to think about that as he put his face real close to hers and said "Now be a good girl and stay down"

She was scared but she knew she had to protect herself, so she brought the bow cutter up to slice his face but he saw it coming and she ended up slicing his arm instead. His smile faded, his anger showing through as clear as day. In a flash he had his hand around her throat.

"Is this how you treat your master? Tsk tsk tsk, you seem to have forgotten that I brought you here...so I can take you back" He brought her up hand still at her throat, he plugged in the USB and looked back at her. "I'll have to reeducate you at Magenta"

Her vision was blurring now, she tried scratching at him and successfully met the wound she had given him earlier. He hissed and dropped her, she sucked in as much air as she could, coughing some along the way but stayed on the ground.

Everything hurt, where was Seven? She thought. She wanted to see Zen one more time even if it was a stretch.

"I'll really have to teach you a lesson when we get back" Then he kicked her ribs making her double over even more. She whimpering now but he ignored her and went back to the computer to type something but this time she was too tired and hurt to fight. He finished quickly and removed the USB, smiling creepily to himself.

Then there was a bang on the door.

"MC!" Zen's voice, she could almost cry. She got a sudden surge of strength and stood to run to the door but the hacker grabbed her by the hair and pulled.

"Damn always getting in the way"

"Zen!"

"MC we're coming!" another voice, Yoosung's.

"Seven hurry up" Seven was here too.

Soon there was a beep at the door and it opened all three of them bursting through. They stopped.

A gun was pointed at MC's head.

She had tears running down her face. Zen looked at her appearance, she looked disheveled, red, and there was a mark forming around her throat. His worst fears were coming true and he felt powerless.

The hacker was laughing as if this was the funniest thing ever. "Look at the pathetic lot we have here!"

Zen scowled "Let. Her. Go."

The hacker smiled once more, a mischievous glint in his eye mostly directed at Seven. "Suuure"

The hacker was smart; he wanted to hurt Seven, take the RFA's information, and destroy the life of this pathetic gray-haired red-eyed narcissist in front of him. Plus, he knew 3 against 1 even with a gun was gonna be hard.

Unfortunately, it would come at the price of his cute little assistant. He looked down at MC in disappointment.

"You reeaally wanted to come with me to Magenta didn't you?" He pressed the gun barrel even harder against MC's head, then he whispered "Don't worry I'll be sending you to a much better place"

He looked up at the pathetic boys in front of him. "I'll let her go, but youuuu" He said in a singy-songy voice "have to let me go."

Zen clenched his teeth at this but made no move to get closer. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to MC because of him.

"Deal"

Unknown smiled then started walking backwards toward the window with MC. MC's panicked eyes met Zen's and she calmed instantly. Zen was here, Zen is here, everything will be okay.

They stopped right in front of the window, she notices for the first time all the glass and thinks about how she'd have to sweep it up later. The thought was so normal she almost laughed. Then the barrel of the gun left her head and she was slightly shoved toward Zen.

She didn't even care about the hacker anymore, all she wanted to be was in Zen's arms. Warm, safe, loved. Unknown had different plans.

Bang.

"Bye Bye"

Then he disappeared.

It was silent for a second after the shot rang. Then she was falling then all hell broke loose.

Zen couldn't believe his eyes. She was almost in his arms, her beautiful eyes staring at him as if he was the only person in the world. He ran to her, catching her before she reached the floor. He placed one arm on her back, holding her up, and another on her face. He could feel the wetness of blood on back, right where her heart was.

Yoosung ran to her as well, tears were already streaming down his face. He grabbed MC's hand tightly.

"Call the ambulance Yoosung"

"W-what?" Yoosung was in shock but that pulled him out of it. "Right, a-ambulance"

Seven was just standing there. Another person in his life hurt. It was all his fault. His fault.

MC was having trouble breathing and her chest and back hurt really bad. "Ze..." she tried calling out to him. He replied immediately, "Don't speak darling you'll make it worse, alright? The ambulance will be here any minute. Just stay with me okay?"

"MC noona j-j-just hold on for a little, please, the-they're coming" Yoosung tried assuring her with a shaky voice.

Mc's eyes were drooping "no no no no no no, look at me MC, look at me, stay, okay? Stay"

Zen saw all the blood pouring out and he knew there were tears in his eyes, but he needed to remain optimistic for his darling.

MC was looking at Zen so intensely, she wanted to remember his face. She knew. Tears brimmed her eyes, but she remained looking. Her breathing was getting rougher.

She needed to tell him something before it was too late. With a shaky bloody hand, she reached up to touch his face.

"Z-zen...I...I love-"

She let out her last breath.

Her hand dropped, it had almost reached his face.

Her eyes had closed.

It was silent.

Zen was in shock.

"Love? Darling....darling stay with me, Love get up, wake up, wake up!"

He shook her slightly, she was limp. Yoosung whimpered next to him. Seven fell on his knees.

Zen knew, but he didn't want to believe it. He tried CPR but he wasn’t certified, so he didn’t know what he was doing. He just needed her to wake up. Tears were falling down his face, he was sobbing holding MC tightly. "No no please love wake up, please" He looked at her face and moved a hair to the side with bloody fingers.

"I love you... I love you...don't leave"

Your blood stained everything, his hands, his clothes, his soul. He had lost a part of his soul; he would never be whole again. Never.

In the silence, he could hear the rain and in the distance, an ambulance.

***Tell me if you guys want one with MC's name blank for a Zen×Reader type thing***

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