#she was so sick and scared and hid in the corner of my closet when we brought her home

[watermelinoe]

i can't get clear pictures of victoria w her eyes open bc she has two modes KILLING AND VIOLENCE and snooooork mimimimi

[nightwishesworld]

hello! do you think you could do a chapter with fem!reader whose afraid of thunderstorms and wakes up in the middle of the night because of it but doesn’t wanna wake alcina so she just stays awake but the storm goes on for like a week and this keeps happening until she notices and comforts you through it by like cuddles or talking you to sleep to distract you from it :)

Oh my god I hate the way this came out. My brain just could not process this for some reason. I also couldn't make it as long as a week, my apologies.

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One dark evening at Castle Dimitrescu a storm rolled in. Relatively speaking, it was quite harmless and most of the inhabitants of the castle were unbothered by the storm.

Except you.

Late into the evening, whilst most were asleep, the storm was at its strongest - the crackle of thunder rolling through the halls as flashes of lightning illuminated the darkest corners of the room. You were trying to sleep, honest, but just as you felt the drowsiness of rest come to take you - a loud crack of thunder would jolt you awake and paralyze you with fear.

You sat with your back against the headboard, your breathing rapid.

You pulled the covers up to your chest and hugged your pillow close to your chest. Resisting the urge to run and hide in the closet like you used to do as a kid was becoming more and more difficult.

Another flash, another boom.

You knew it wasn’t logical, but you couldn’t stop yourself from flinching or jumping as the sounds of the storm roared outside. It was just so loud and you could swear the castle was shaking with it.

You squeezed your eyes shut, white-knuckling the pillow held tight against your chest and humming a song to yourself in order to distract your brain.

The sound of constant rain was suddenly accompanied by heavy hail falling, and that’s when the thoughts started charging at you full force.

What if the lightning strikes the castle? What if the castle collapsed? Did it have the right infrastructure? What if-

“Stop it, God. Stop it!” You begged your brain but to no avail. Your mind kept generously providing you with possibilities and images you did not ask for.

Another loud boom and this time you couldn’t help the cry let out before clapping a hand over your mouth and diving under the blankets.

When you didn’t hear anything for a few minutes you felt it safe enough to come out of hiding. Thankfully the vampire slumbering next to you wasn’t disturbed by your pathetic cries and whimpers. She had a rough day dealing with a very pissed off Mother Miranda and needed rest and relaxation as much as she could possibly get.

You forced yourself to lay still on your back and focus all your energy on controlling your breathing. That was the key to saving yourself a panic attack. You don’t know how long you were staring up at the ceiling, but dawn eventually came and your partner stirred from her sleep.

She would have been happy to see you if not for the redness in your eyes and puffiness surrounding them, obvious signs of lack of sleep.

“Are you alright, draga mea?” She wrapped her arms around your midsection and rested her head on your shoulder, kissing your cheek.

You didn’t answer, even though you knew Alcina wouldn’t just drop the question. She was sweet and caring like that, which is probably why you never had the heart to tell her how much of a coward you actually are.

“You didn’t sleep very well, did you?”

“Nightmares,” you rasped, trying to focus on Alcina more than the low rumbling outside. “I’ll be fine after a cup of coffee.”

She looked as though she didn’t accept that answer but quickly hid any doubts behind a warm smile. “If you’re sure.”

It felt wrong lying to her. You had never felt the need to hide anything from Alcina before, but this was just embarrassing. She’d probably laugh at you told her you were still afraid of thunderstorms.

The day progressed with relative normalcy despite the occasional sounds of rumbling. Alcina busied herself dealing with the mountain of paperwork on her desk for Mother Miranda and the girls were running amuck in the basement. Depending on which room you were in you could hear their laughter below you. Their mischief down there has always been a mystery to you, even now after living in the castle a couple of years. You knew what they were doing, but couldn't fathom the idea of enjoying it so much. You did find it rather disturbing that their torturing frightened you less than a stupid thunderstorm.

You huddled in the back section of the library behind the bookshelves so you couldn’t see the lightning out the windows. The loud rumbling still had you on edge, but a good book is always a welcome distraction. It worked so well, that you didn't hear Daniela approaching. You practically jumped three feet in the air when she was stood in front of you.

“What’s wrong with you?” Daniela asked, her voice was stern, but it also had a concerning tone to it. She had dropped her bag, keeping the knife at her side. Your breathing was heavier than usual as you tried to think of what to say. It was more than embarrassing to tell Daniela the truth. You knew for a fact she out of everyone in the castle would laugh at you. "You scared me,"

She rolled her eyes. "No, Dummy, I mean what's really wrong?"

You shrug and turn the page of your book. “Nothing.”

Another boom. You couldn’t fight off flinched.

“Oh, I think I get it. You’re afraid of-”

“Don’t tell anyone.” You clenched your fists, shutting your eyes tightly. Daniela wanted to laugh, but she didn’t. You watched as she cautiously sat back down. The redhead sat in front of you, the rain somehow sounding even louder than it had before. You looked over at Daniela, feeling the embarrassment creep upon you.

Daniela started at you with a rather confused expression, resting her arms on her knees. “Out of everything we’ve been through,” she began, “everything you’ve seen us do. Everything that goes on in this castle just below your feet,” she paused. “And you’re scared of thunder?”

You sat silently and twiddled your thumbs.

“Why?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you whisper. “It’s not important. You’re only going to run off and tell everyone.”

Daniela rolled her eyes and picked up her bag, headed once again for the basement. “Whatever, y/n, have it your way.”

You spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening shuffling around the library hiding from the white flashes. It was only when Daniela came to fetch you for dinner that you left. Luckily you were eating in the kitchen instead of the larger Dining Hall. The kitchen is much more manageable; marginally fewer windows to see the lightning. The meal carried on as it normally would; the girls boasted about their successes in the basement, Alcina discusses all the work she got done today and complains about the work she put off for tomorrow. It was almost enough to take your mind off the chaos happening just outside the windows. Almost.

The storm carried on just as confidently throughout the evening and into the night. It showed no signs of relenting, which in turn meant another sleepless night.

You wasted no time stripping your clothes and crawling into bed, back to the open windows. Alcina didn’t think much of it, simply chalking it up to being exhausted from the previous night’s lack of sleep. She wasn’t completely wrong, you did feel like you were ready to sleep for the next 24 hours. But you knew the storm wouldn’t allow you that luxury.

Pressure against your back and an arm wrapping around your midsection snapped you out of your thoughts.

“I hope you sleep tonight, my love.”

“Me too.”

An hour later and you were still wide awake listening to the rain being pelted against the windows. An anxious voice whispered impossible scenarios of the rain breaking through the windows and lightning striking you down in the safety of your bed. You tried your hardest to not toss and turn as to not disturb the woman next to you. She's not asleep yet, you can tell by the lack of snoring, but her breathing is starting to even out. You were curled up on your side, back to Alcina. She wrapped you in her arms, her chest against your back and arm across your waist. "Dove..." she whispered in your ear. "Y/n... "

"I'm sleeping, Al." You murmured snuggling further into the vampire’s arms, your eyes still closed.

"No, you're not." She stroked your side absently. “Are you sure you’re ok? You aren’t falling ill are you?”

You sigh. “No, I’m not getting sick. My body is just too exhausted to relax.”

Alcina hummed, burrowing her face in the crook of your neck. “I’ll stay up with you for a while.”

“You will not. Go to sleep Al, I’ll be fine. You had a long day yourself, one of us should be able to sleep."

"Why don't we go sit in the Drawing Room or the Library? I'll hold you in my lap and read to you." God no. Way too many windows. "Goodnight, Alcina." You feel her sigh against your skin, pushing a few stray hairs around. "Can I do anything?" "Stop worrying, it's just insomnia." "I'll stay up with you then. You shouldn't be up all by yourself staring at the ceiling." "I'm not alone, Love, you're right here with me. Asleep or not I'm still in your arms, and that helps a lot." You feel her smile against your neck and pull you closer against her front. "wake me if you need anything."

You actually slept fairly well; only waking up a few times to have Alcina soothe you back to sleep. Being tucked away in her embrace did a world of help, but you still woke up hours before Alcina did. Her eyes fluttered open and focus on your groggy face. She frowns.

"Did you sleep at all?"

You smile and kiss her lips. "Yes, I actually slept a lot better last night than before."

"Good," she pulls you back to kiss you again.

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Later in the afternoon Bela and Cassandra invited (dragged you really) into the Drawing Room to play a game of cards.

Everything was going really well. You were laughing and playing with the girls like everything was as it should be in Castle Dimitrescu.

You were made astutely aware of the situation outside again when a loud crack of thunder shook the castle. There was another flash and clap of thunder, this time loud enough to make Cassandra flinch.

You abruptly shot up from the table. “Sorry. I need a minute.” You rushed down the hall into one of the guest rooms. Cassandra and Bela shared a confused glance and watched as you hurried away. They’d never seen you so flighty and nervous before. Neither could tell what was wrong.

They laid on the carpet and silently counted to sixty before following you to down the corridor.

“Y/n?” Bela softly knocked on the door. “It’s been a minute.”

There was no response. More thunder. Bela frowned. “We’re coming in, okay?”

She opened the door a crack and poked her head inside. You were nowhere to be seen. “Y/n?” Cassandra called, stepping further inside and glancing around the room. The sisters checked under the bed, then under the covers, even under the shade of the bedside lamp. Then Bela peered out of the rain-soaked window for good measure. Where else could you be?

Just as Cassandra decided she was stumped, she heard a rustling from behind her and a muffled, “I’m in here.” She turned around in confusion because the only place they hadn’t checked in that direction was…

They crept over to the closet and carefully slid open the door. The girls smiled when they found you sitting on the ground, curled up with your head between your knees. “Playing hide and seek now, are we?” Bela said. “Next round I call being the— um, y/n?”

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, staying right where you were. “Sorry.”

“S-Sorry for what…?” Cassandra crouched down beside you. The closet almost had enough space for the three of you to fit.

“Y/n, please. Something’s obviously bothering you, can’t you tell us?”

All three of you startled as another flash of lightning cut into the room, followed by another growl of thunder. You tightened your grip around your legs. Bela’s jaw dropped.

“It’s the storm,” she said, half a question, half a statement. “You’re scared of thunder?”

“It’s childish.”

“Oh, y/n…”

“I’m weak. Something as dumb and simple as loud noises shouldn’t make me so—”

“Y/n. Look at me.” Cassandra’s gently stern tone convinced you to move your head so your chin rested on your knees. You side-eyed the girls, trying to imitate your usual stoicism. It was difficult with red-rimmed eyes.

“A phobia doesn’t make you childish, or weak— do you know how many people have a fear of thunder, y/n? A lot of humans.”

“A lot of Uncle Heisenberg’s lycans as well,” Bela chimed in.

“And are you going to go around insulting them? No, Y/n, because that’s not nice. So don’t insult yourself for the same thing.” Cassandra waved around her index finger as she spoke. Your eyes widened and followed the movement. Both girls laughed.

“Is that what’s been giving you nightmares?”

You shake your head. “I just haven’t been sleeping; too tense.”

Cassandra giggled. “Just ask mother for extra cuddles, not like she’ll say no.”

“Or a more intimate distraction,” Bela winked.

Both sisters giggle at the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Can we sit here with you?” Bela asked, already taking the vacant spot on your right.

You shrugged— as much as you could in this balled-up position. “You don’t have to.”

“It’s ok y/n, we don’t mind.”

They sat on either side of you, Bela holding your hand, enjoying the comfortable silence that cast over you.

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A loud crack of thunder jolted Alcina awake. Cursing to herself she eyed the clock across the room–2:06 am. Raking a hand down her face, she jolted again when another crack of thunder echoed through the castle. It wasn’t a minute later that an insistent downpour of rain started pelting the roof and windows followed by an angry howling of the wind. You stirred next to her in the bed. You were mumbling in what sounded like a mix of Romanian and English. Alcina swallowed thickly because she knew what that meant; another night terror. She laid back down and curled herself against you, cocooning herself against your back. Alcina placed a few stray kisses on your shoulders and the nape of your neck, smoothing her hands along your hipbone in the process. You calmed after a few minutes, your mumbling returning to the steadying breaths of deep sleep. Alcina sighed in relief and closed her eyes in hopes that she could drift back to sleep.

KRAK-OOOOOM!

Alcina sat up on the bed and saw you still appeared to be sleeping, though you looked somewhat agitated. She reached over and attempted to run her fingers through your hair but all that succeeded in doing was causing you to jolt awake.

You woke up with a strangled yell and starting crawling out from underneath the sheets. You sat with your back against the headboard, your breathing and heart rate rapid. Alcina crawled over and realized you were having a panic attack. “Y/n, can you hear me?” You nodded, your eyes squeezed shut as tears started leaking from the corners. You clamped a hand over your mouth, and Alcina realized you were trying to silence your breathing. “Honey no, don’t do that, just focus on me,” she pulled your hand away from your mouth slowly. You shook your head and tried to take your hand back. “No no no... I can’t- I-I-I can’t wake Al-Alcina,” you gasped. “It’s alright, Dove, just follow my breathing.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths to demonstrate. You started calming down slightly. “That’s it, everything is alright, just keep breathing.” You seemed to calm down more with the breathing exercises. “I’m going to get you a glass of water“ Alcina started to say, but was cut off by you grabbing her arm. “No! Don’t-don’t lea- don’t leave, please, don’t- don’t” you closed her eyes, her breath quickening again. “Sweetheart, breathe with me. In, out. In, out.” Alcina took your hand and put it on her chest. “Breathe with me. In, out. In, out.” Your breathing returned to normal. After sitting in silence for a bit, Alcina turned to her.

“Another night terror?” She asked. You looked away for a minute, ashamed of yourself.

“No.”

God, you probably woke her up, good job.

Alcina couldn’t keep an amused smile from forming. “Can my little dove not sleep because of the thunderstorm?”

As if on cue, a blinding bolt of lightning crackled down from the sky. The following rumble of thunder seemed to shake the castle. You let out a whimper and shielded yourself from the sky. “How could I possibly sleep when it sounds like the sky is falling?!”

Alcina hums and pulls you close against her. “There’s nothing wrong with a healthy fear, Dove. It brings out the human in you.”

“UGH! Just-!”

KRAK-OOOOOM!

Another shriek, barely muffled by Alcina’s shoulder, had you violently trembling. You were barely holding yourself together.

Wracked with terror, eyes shut tightly, you found yourself unable to prevent the reflexive compulsion to cling to something nearby.

Which, in this case, was Alcina, who was left staring in shocked silence at the violently trembling form with arms wrapped tightly around her midsection. She immediately wrapped her arms around you again and began rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Calm down. You’re fine,” She spoke softly, ignoring the buzz under her skin as she soaked in the unwitting embrace like a dry sponge in water. Soothingly, she rubbed up to your shoulder blades. “There we are, my love,” Alcina chuckled. “I’ve got you. Listen to my voice,” She rumbled, speaking soft but firm as the thunder forced smaller tremors through the floor. “You’re going to relax. I’m going to help you. Just lay here with me and close your eyes. I’ll hold you all night if you want me to.”

Gradually, the sound faded and petered off back into the loud patter of rain against the windows but Alcina held you tightly still. She could feel the flutter of your heartbeat against her own, almost impressed that you hadn’t passed out from fear alone.

“Why didn’t you say anything? The storm’s been going on for days now you must have been petrified.”

“I didn’t want you to know,” you mumbled into her neck. “It’s a pathetic fear I’ve had since I was a kid. I don’t want you to think less of me.”

“You think something as trivial as a phobia would make me think less of you?” She pulled you even tighter against her. You melted into her embrace. “Clearly I haven’t been a very good partner to you.”

“No Al, it’s not like that. Gods, you’re an amazing partner. It’s just my stupid insecurities. You’re all so fearless and brave. You’re not afraid of anything, and then there’s me; tiny, inferior, afraid of a little thunderstorm.”

She sighed and continued rubbing circles on your back. “I’m not fearless.”

“Yeah right,” you scoff. “What could the great and powerful Alcina Dimitrescu possibly be afraid of?”

“Death.”

You wriggled out of her arms just enough to turn and face her. “What? But, you’re immortal. Death isn’t really something you have to worry about.”

She gave a small smile and brought a hand to cup your face. “I never said my death, sweet one.”

Oh...OH

“The girls are clever, they can get themselves out of most situations unscathed, but still, we can be slain. And there have been some pretty close calls in the past. And you,” she rubbed gentle circles on your cheek. “Your death is inevitable. It gnaws at the back of my mind every time I look at you. Every time morning I have to untangle myself from your embrace I remember that one day I’ll wake up alone and wish I cuddled with you for just a bit longer."

"Al, I didn't-"

"I can't always be there to protect you, including the girls. If I could take the brunt of all conflict for you I would gladly do so, but that's unfortunately not how life works. I'm just left worrying until I know for sure you're all safe."

She hummed into your neck and kissed your pulse point. "How selfish of me, I'm supposed to be comforting you, not the other way around. If I paid more attention I would have known, I’m sorry, my love.”

“Don’t apologize, just hold me.”

Alcina kissed the top of your head. “With pleasure.”

Soon enough you did fall asleep again, your arms still clinging tight around the vampire’s upper midsection. Alcina found a comfortable enough position and allowed herself to drift away as well.

[secretwingsociety]

Daddy isn’t well

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Daughter!reader

Summary: what will happen when demon dean gets out in the bunker and his four year old daughter is with him, unknowing of her father’s ‘condition’

[Your POV]

'(Y/n) no matter what stay here and when I get back with your dad don't talk, okay? Don't say anything to him.' Uncle Sammy's words echo in your head as you wait in the front seat of your dads car, who he always called baby you found that odd since it was a car not a baby. You didn't understand why you couldn't talk to your dad but you guessed it was because he was grumpy, he didn't like to talk when he was grumpy.

After what felt like hours, it was only about 45 minutes, your uncle came back and put your dad in the back as he did you noticed he was wearing handcuffs with funny symbols on them  but you payed it no mind 'they're probably playing cops and robbers' you thought to yourself, once your dad is secured in the back uncle Sammy sits beside you in front of the wheel "belted up?" He mutters glancing at you, you give a small nod clicking your belt in place then he starts the car and drives off.

The car ride is mostly silent, few words being spoken between the two brothers but you ignore them and listen to the radio you turned on not liking the uncomfortable silence.

Once at the bunker uncle Sammy sends you straight to your room "don't come out till I come to get you." He orders sternly, you pout a little wanting to see more of your dad since it's been so long since you've seen him but you nod and walk to your room and shut the door behind you.

yells and what sounds like an animal growling is what you hear for the next 6 hours until it all stops and silence swallows up the bunker a few more minutes pass then the lights turn off and turn red 'this is bad!'  Was the only thing you could think as you ran to your closet and hid in it behind all your clothes hoping that you'll be safe there, You can hear your dad and uncle Sammy yelling but can't make out the words from your hidden position.

Suddenly your bedroom door slams open and you cover your mouth to muffle the yelp that tumbled past your lips, but it's proven useless when the closet door is ripped open showing your dad with a hammer "daddy is there a monster in the bunker?" You whisper and crawl to the edge of the edge of your closet he nods and picks you up "there is sweetness but don't worry, daddy will protect you" he replies matching your hushed tone and keeps you close to his chest, you wrap your little arms around his neck keeping yourself as close to him as you can, your dad carries around the bunker calling out for uncle Sammy "come on Sammy, I've got (y/n)!" He yells out keeping his hammer up and ready to swing, in case you run into the monster of course.

When you finally catch up to uncle Sammy he's got his back against the wall and is looking around the corner you guess the monster isn't down that way because his body relaxes slightly, he turns back around and tenses up again seeing you in your dads arms "close your eyes sweetness" your dad whispers and you nod shutting your eyes tightly and nuzzles into his neck, there's movement and grunting but you don't dare move your head or open your eyes until you feel large hands pull you away from your dad making you scream loudly "Daddy!" You scream in fear that the monster got you "shhhh (y/n) it's just me" opening your eyes you see uncle Sammy is holding you, you turn to your dad and see him with black eyes.

Uncle Cas is hugging him from behind, his eyes look even blue-er like they were glowing "daddy?" You ask worried "unca Sammy, what happened to daddy?" You ask turning to your uncle he sighs and turns you so you can't see your dad "your daddy isn't well sweetness, Cas take him back I'll stay with (y/n)" uncle Sammy explains and Walks back to your room not letting you get another glance at your dad

You’re crying by the time Sam gets back to your room “I want daddy!” You sob into his chest “I know sweetness but your dad is sick, he needs to get better before you can see him” he whispers and rubs your back calming your sobs into little hiccups “when will daddy be ok again?” You whisper look up at Sam he sighs and kisses your forehead “soon, I promise” he puts you in your bed and turns on your tv putting on your favourite Disney movie then walks out locking your door from the outside

[sam’s POV]

I walk out of (y/n)’s room and make my way to the dungeon where Cas has tied Dean back up in the demon trap “hey Sammy, how’s (y/n) hope she isn’t scared”

He chuckles his eyes black “she’s worried sick about you dean. You could’ve killed her and she’s worried about you! She’s four dean and already gotten used to taking care of your damaged ass” I shake my head and grab another syringe of blood “you’ve got a lot of making up to do once you’re human again.” I mutter and stab him with the needle

“That’s if you don’t kill me first Sam” dean mutters through his panting “i won’t kill you. Unlike you I can’t hurt that little girl waiting for you to come back.”

[Your POV]

By the time your dad is himself again your fast asleep the adrenaline from earlier activities catching up to you

Sam unlocks your room and walks in sitting next to your small frame then shakes your shoulder “wake up sweetness, your daddy is awake” he whispers as you rouse from sleep and sit up “daddy’s better?” Your meek voice asks

Sam nods a tired smile on his face “yeah and he really wants to see you” that sentence instantly drains all tiredness from your small body and you jump off your bed and run to your dads room

“Daddy!” You scream jumping onto his bed and wrap your tiny arms around his neck, a few moments pass and he wraps his arms around you holding your close “hey princess, I missed you” he whispers a small smile on his face hiding how much guilt he feels for everything he did to you, he swore he’d spend the rest of his life making it up to you.

[chubbyreaderwriter]

PJs

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Solider x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Prompt:  Could you write an Bucky imagine where the reader always wears padjamas but they try to dress up to impress him but ends up giving up , and it just being really fluffy 🥺?

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: swearing

Masterlist

You loved wearing pajamas, everyone knew that. If you didn’t need to leave the building then you weren’t going to get dressed, that’s just how you were. Even when you did go outside, your clothes weren’t anything fancy, just loose tops and leggings or joggers. You had never been the type of girl to show off your body in tight clothes and people accepted that. It was just your style but when Bucky was introduced to you, you realised that you might have to change your style just a bit. 

You remembered when you first met Bucky, you had been wandering around the Tower after meeting with Natasha when you bumped into Steve. That’s when you noticed someone else by his side, “Sorry Cap, I guess I didn’t see you there, who’s this?” Steve put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder, “(Y/N), this is Bucky, my oldest friend in many ways than one. Bucky, this is (Y/N), our resident secretary and self proclaimed couch potato.” You nudged Steve, cursing him in your head for embarrassing you in front of such a handsome guy. 

As Steve went to lead Bucky away to meet the others, said man looked you up and down and smiled, “Nice clothes, doll.” You waited until they turned the corner before you looked down at your plain grey shirt and pajama bottoms before letting out a dejected sigh. You were pretty sure that Bucky was mocking you for your clothes so you knew that if you wanted to get anywhere close to him, you were going to have to switch things up. 

You didn’t go all out at first, not wanting to raise suspicions too much. The next day, you put on a long sleeved black shirt with a low neckline and a pair of leggings. Tony gave you a weird look when you walked into the kitchen, “Am I dreaming or is (Y/N) wearing clothes on her day off?” This got the attention of Clint and Bucky, who were sitting in the living room. Bucky looked at you for only a couple seconds before going back to watching his tv show. Before Clint could say anything, you walked out of the room, mumbling an excuse of having somewhere to be. 

You headed back to your room and groaned in frustration, clearly that wasn’t enough then. You needed to amp it up a bit. You pulled out your phone and started browsing through many different clothing websites, looking for clothes to wear. It took a while to find anything that you would even consider to wear, everything looked too tight, too revealing or too cheap. You dreaded the search for heels, because although they looked nice you knew you’d have a hard time walking in them. 

You did your best to avoid everyone until your new clothes got here and then there was the case of what if they didn’t fit? Although it scared you, you had to admit that it was exciting to be able to try them on as if you were giving yourself a little fashion show. Most of them, you thought were okay, nothing special, they didn’t look as good on you as they had on the model, but it was okay. But when you pulled out a dress you bought, you knew it was the one. 

The dress was knee length, off the shoulder and came with a built-in push up bra to accentuate your breasts. It was a burgundy colour made out of a soft velvet material that was very nice to touch. You liked it a lot more than you thought you would, it seemed to pull in your waist and make you look curvier rather than chubby. You smiled, damn you looked good. After you were finished checking yourself out in the mirror, you moved onto the shoes. 

After a lengthy check, you made sure that they all fit right, but the real challenge was; could you walk in them? You put on a plain white pair and slowly stood up, it was a five inch heel which may be easy for others but you had never walked in heels in your life. You took a deep breath before stepping forward, only to yelp as you wobbled. You stumbled over to the desk in your room, preparing to use that as some kind of railing, walking back and forth until you felt you could walk without help. You lost track of time and before you knew it, you had been walking around in your room for just under four hours. 

You quickly hid all of your new clothes before heading to the kitchen to grab something to eat before going back to bed, you had to wake up early if you were going to make an effort. Bucky had been on a mission over the past couple of days but was supposed to be coming back tomorrow, which was when you planned to impress him. You had trouble sleeping at first, going over all the possible scenarios that could happen when you see him. But eventually, your brain calmed down and you were able to drift off to sleep. 

You groaned as you smacked your hand against your bedside table, trying to reach your phone to turn off your alarm. Six in the morning? It should be illegal to wake up so early. You sighed as you sat up and for a few minutes, you stayed sitting there, contemplating giving up on the whole idea and going back to sleep. You shook your head and got up, heading to your en suite bathroom to take a shower. 

As the water hit your skin, you started to wake up some more and get both excited and nervous to meet Bucky again. While the two of you hadn’t talked much in the few weeks that he had been part of the Avengers, you felt a connection to him. Perhaps it was just a crush, but you still liked him all the same. You stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off before getting dressed for the day. You brushed your hair and styled it how you liked before you slowly put on the dress and heels. 

Now that you had to leave your room, you felt more nervous and insecure than ever. No one had seen you like this before, what if they didn’t like it? What if they laughed at you? You wouldn’t know what to do if that happened. Taking a deep breath, you muttered to yourself, “Good god, get a grip girl, it’s not that big of a deal. Come on, you can do this, just walk out of there and pretend you don’t care about their opinion.” 

You put a fake smile on your face as you stepped out of your room and started slowly walking down the hallway to get to the kitchen to get something for breakfast. The heels were already uncomfortable on your feet, how do women do this everyday for hours on end? You heard voices coming from the kitchen and you forced yourself to keep walking, not letting your nerves get to you. You turned the corner and saw Steve, Natasha, Sam and Bucky standing there. Your heels clicking on the floor caught their attention and they all turned to look at you. 

Sam whistled, “Goddamn girl, where have you been hiding that?” Natasha smirked as she looked you up and down, “Very nice, I love the dress. It looks good on you.” You blushed from them both and you looked towards Steve and Bucky. Steve was red in the face and you saw him glancing at your very prominent breasts before looking away, “You look swell.” He was stuttering over his words and Natasha scoffed out a laugh. You turned your attention to Bucky but he just looked at you, forced a smile and then left the room. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from crying as all your confidence was drained from you in a matter of seconds. 

Natasha looked between you and Bucky’s retreating form, putting the pieces together and gave you a pitying look. You let out a shuddering breath, “Uh, you know what? I just forgot something in my room, i think-” You had slowly backed out of the kitchen and once you turned the corner to be out of sight, you took off your stupid heels and hightailed it back to your bedroom. You threw your heels into your closet and practically ripped off your dress, throwing it back in there as well. 

You couldn’t stop a couple of tears escaping, what was the point of that? You had just wasted all that time and money for nothing. You learned how to walk in heels for that guy and he couldn’t even manage to give you a compliment? You sniffled as you slowly took out an old band shirt that had faded over the many times it had been washes and a pair of grey joggers. You couldn’t face going back out there, you had just embarrassed yourself over a guy you barely knew. 

You decided to stay inside your room for the rest of the day, communicating with the team through JARVIS and emails, faking being sick. The next day, you had a text from Natasha saying that Bucky was gone so you could come out now, you should’ve known that she wouldn’t let you hide away for much longer. You walked out and headed into the living room only to see Bucky sitting there on the couch. That bitch. You tried to sneak your way into the kitchen unnoticed but of course he heard you and turned to see you standing in the doorway. 

“Morning, you look nice today.” You didn’t really know if he was being sarcastic or not but you scoffed anyway before making your way into the kitchen. You heard footsteps behind you so you could only assume that he was following you into the kitchen. You sighed and turned around to face him, “Can I help you?” Bucky stared back, “You can tell me why you’ve been avoiding everyone.” You looked at the ground, “That’s none of your business.” 

Bucky chuckled, “Really? According to Natasha, it’s all mt fault.” You grit your teeth, you were going to kill her. Well you could think you could, but a chubby secretary against a highly skilled assassin meant that your chances of winning any fight with her were almost none existent. You clenched your jaw as you decided to stay silent, looking at the ground. You felt your heart race as you saw Bucky’s feet move closer to yours, what was he doing? 

You panicked and blurted out, “I just wanted to impress you, okay?...I thought maybe you’d like me more if I dressed like those glamorous girls in the magazines.” You could feel yourself about to cry when you heard Bucky laughing, thinking he was laughing at you. He was, but not for the reason you think. “Doll, you didn’t need to change the clothes you wear, you look just fine like this, in fact, I think it looks better. I don’t want you to change just for me.” You let out a sigh of relief, “Thank god, those shoes were awful. My feet are still hurting.” 

Bucky laughed softly and smiled down at you, “So, no more changes unless you want to do it for yourself, okay?” You shyly smiled back, “Okay.” Bucky nodded, “Good, besides, loose clothes are either to pull off anyway.” You blushed hard and nudged his shoulder, “Bucky!” 

[hearteyesbowen]

breakdown ☆ ricky bowen

ricky and y/n are best friends, but when y/n is in need of a savior, ricky does what any other best friend with feelings towards the other would do.

warnings - fluff, slight angst, kinda long

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Come on, you know the second was the best movie!” Ricky argued.

“It’s good, but the third movie has some of the best songs.” You countered.

You and Ricky were best friends since fourth grade when you moved to his elementary school. Your earliest memory with him was when he pushed you on the swings when you were all alone. Through thick and thin, it was always you and Ricky (and Big Red, of course). You hated to admit that you managed to develop feelings for him, but you couldn’t control it.

When you both went to high school, you thought that things might be different. Maybe he would felt the same as you; you did both harmlessly flirt with each other for almost a year.

Then he dated Nini. Although you don’t hate her (in fact, you two are great friends), you couldn’t help but feel envy inside you since she asked him out before you could gain the courage to. Eventually they would break up during the summer after the whole Instagram video and summer camp. You two stayed up late to facetime or binge movies as he got over her, and a part of you thought maybe that spark you once had might light again.

“Maybe we should have another movie night. I can make those cookies you like and we can stay up all night.” He offered as you both walked to your lockers, conveniently next to each other.

“Maybe I would like that” You smiled.

He gave you a smile, making your heart melt.

You felt your phone buzz inside your pocket. You took it out and saw a message from your dad.

Come home immediately after school. If you go out anywhere you’ll be in more trouble.

Your face dropped. You tried to hide it as best as you could from your best friend, but you both knew it wouldn’t be that easy to hide such a large change in emotion.

“Hey, are you ok?” He asked worryingly. He placed his hands on your arms and stood extremely close to you. He wasn’t significantly tall, but he did tower over your shorter figure.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You spoke softly. You gave him a small smile.

He let out a small sigh, his hot breath fanning over you.

“Talk to me.” He demanded.

The bell for first period rings, signaling you to both go to class.

“I’ve got to head to class, Ricky. We can talk later” You said, breaking from his grasp and slowly walking backwards towards your class.

He was quick to grab your hand, pulling you back to him, your breath hitched in your throat.

You both stood especially close to each other. Your faces were only inches apart.

“I don’t want you to lie to me. What happened, Y/N?”

“We’ll be late to class” You mumbled.

“I don’t mind being late, now you’re going to tell me what’s wrong or I’ll be worrying about you until lunch.”

Your gaze was stuck on his eyes, a rich brown that became more glossy as he waited for you to respond. His cheeks had a faint flush of pink, and his lips seemed partially chapped.

“I’m fine.” You whispered. You managed to let go of his hand and quickly walk to your first period.

➢➣ ➢➣

Once the last bell rang, your heart started to race. Ricky had been texting you all day but you kept avoiding them. Even Big Red texted you, trying to see if you would answer him. You hid in the library where you knew Ricky would never think to find you during lunch, and intentionally took longer routes to your classes where you knew you would pass Ricky. You couldn’t handle talking to him about what’s been going on at home without breaking down. You couldn’t handle knowing what he would think of you being so vulnerable to him, you have never done that.

You shoved your chemistry notebook in your backpack and tried to speed walk out of the class without seeming suspicious.

Just as you exited the door, your face was met with a stronger body. You were slightly pushed back, and looked up to see the curly-haired beauty you had been trying to avoid.

You both looked at each other in awe, as if you hadn’t seen each other in years. You quickly pushed passed him and tried to leave school. You tried to take sharp turns and corners where Ricky would lose you, but he was smarter than that.

When you found the door that led to the back of the school, you thought you were safe from him, but you were quickly grabbed and pulled into the janitor’s closet.

“Ricky! Are you out of your mind?” You screamed.

“Nice to see you too, babe.” He mumbled.

Your cheeks heated up at his nickname. You never got used to him calling you babe.

“I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s wrong, because clearly it must be important if you can’t even text me back.”

“You’re being a child.” You spat. He stood very close to you again, and you couldn’t help but stare at his pink lips. and if you weren’t going crazy right now you thought that he was going the same to you.

“The only immature one is you.” He argued.

“I really need to go home, Ricky. My dad will get mad if I’m not home in ten minutes.” You pleaded, trying to reach for the door handle but be blocked by his strong figure.

His face softened when you mentioned your dad. Although you never really liked to talk about your home life, he always knew you were terrified of your dad. He also knew that you mother was never in the picture, leaving you and your dad when you were two years old. It explained why your dad was so strict, but didn’t justify it.

He grabbed your arms and put them around his neck as he went to wrap his own around your waist, pulling you into a soft hug. You let out a small breath and hugged tighter, wanting the moment to last.

“Text me when you get home, ok? Drive safely, and if you need me, just text me. I can be at your house in no less than five minutes.” He mumbled softly.

You simply nodded your head, trying not to speak knowing you would only cry.

He let you go and you quickly grabbed the door handle and sprinted to your car.

➢➣ ➢➣

As you pulled into your driveway, you could practically imagine the conversation you and your dad would have.

You pushed your keys in the lock and opened the door, placing your keys on the small porcelain plate in the center of your coffee table.

You sighed and slowly walked to the kitchen, weary of how angry your father might be once he sees you.

You enter the kitchen and see him sitting on the dining table, a small white cup of coffee in his hand and he scrolled on his phone. You gently pull out a chair next to him and sit down, your legs slightly shaking at the anticipation.

“Hi dad, what happened?” You asked frightfully, your fingers playing around with the bracelet Ricky had given you for your birthday.

“Why does your report card say you have two c’s? I told you that if you don’t focus on school then you can’t go to a good college. I can’t have you become a disappointment to this family like I fear you will be.” He explained in an angry tone.

You sat shocked. You always questioned why you always suffered to try and make your dad proud but nothing ever worked. A part of you snapped, and you sat up straight, ready to argue with your dad.

“I don’t get it.” You scoffed, “I do everything for you. I study for hours after school, I volunteer at schools and hospitals every free weekend I get, I bust my ass for you and nothing ever satisfies you. I’m fucking sick and tired of trying to please you when you are never happy for me. Have you ever been proud of me? Have you ever asked what I wanted? Do you even care about me or are you just trying to watch me explode?” You screamed at your dad.

Suddenly his whole demeanor changed. His face stayed monotone throughout your speech, making you scared.

“Go to your room. I don’t want to hear from you again until you learn to fix your attitude.” He said calmly.

You got up, tears burning down your cheeks, and ran to your room.

You slammed the door, locking it before you screamed. Your knees became weak, falling to the carpeted floor. All the pent up anger and sadness broke free, and you could do nothing but slam your fists on the ground.

You got up from the ground and slumped to your dresser, staring at the small picture frames you placed of you and your dad from years prior. The tears kept rolling down your cheeks, and the anger kept rising from your body. You quickly pushed the frames off the dresser and onto the floor as you continued to yell.

You did the same to any picture of him left hanging on your wall or taped to your mirrors. You were an absolute mess.

Suddenly you heard the repeated buzz from your phone, indicating you had a call.

Ricky 💕

You stared at the name and the photo showing as he called; it was when you went to Disneyland together for the first time, and he practically begged for you take a picture with him. You jumped on his back and he held your legs as he asked a random lady for her to take the picture.

You pressed the button that sent a prewritten text saying “Sorry, I can’t talk right now.” After the message was sent, you saw another text from you dad saying he had a call from work and he would be home later that night. You proceeded to throw your phone at the wall, climbed on top of your bed, bringing your legs to your chest and gazed at your destroyed room.

Ricky saw your text and instantly knew something was wrong. He was quick to grab his skateboard, yelling at his dad that he was going to visit you, and sped to your home as fast as he could.

He reached your driveway and kicked his skateboard to your yard, not caring if it were to get stolen or not. He grabbed his keychain and pulled out the key you had secretly given him for when he wanted to come over, and fumbled with the lock, trying to reach you.

He opened the door and quickly locked it. Immediately, he heard a faint sound of music coming from up the stairs of your house. He got even more worried when he knew you were playing your sad playlist and nearly tripped as he ran straight to your room.

“Y/N?” He screamed through the house.

He ran up the stairs, the music getting louder and louder. He got to your door and tried to turn the knob, but it was locked.

“Y/N open up! Don’t scare me like this babe!” He screamed through the door as he tried to push the for open.

You gave no response, nearly making his heart stop.

He got out his wallet and pulled out his i.d., sliding it through the slit of the door and forcing the door open.

He gasped as he saw you; blood-shot eyes, prominent eye bags, and your shaking figure on the floor.

You met his eyes, seeing the tears well up from trying to open the door. All you could do is let out another breakdown.

Ricky practically jumped onto the floor and grabbed your weak body, pulling you onto his lap, either of your legs around him. He tried his best not to squish you, knowing how fragile you might be right now, but he couldn’t help but feel relieved knowing you weren’t hurt.

“What happened? Why didn’t you just talk to me today? I shouldn’t have let you leave so easily. I’m so sorry Y/N I’m the worst best friend in the world.” He rambled. You could practically hear the cracking in his voice and the quivers in his words. He was almost as much of a mess as you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck like you did earlier in the janitor’s closet. He rubbed small circles on your back, kissing your head and you cheek, trying his best to calm you. He lightly rubbed the bottom of your ears, knowing how much it calmed you when you had anxiety. You tried to catch your breath and relax, and it was going well with how Ricky treated you.

Once he felt you calm down more, he moved his arms to under your legs and carry you to your bed, remaining in the same position as you were on the floor.

You couldn’t bare to look at him. You were so weak and vulnerable and you could only imagine he would pity you. He brought his hand to gently grab your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“What happened?” He asked, barely audible.

“My dad has just been giving me the most awful stress these past months and I can’t handle it anymore. All he does is set high expectations and expects me to achieve them but he doesn’t realize that I can’t handle all of it and I’m so tired of hearing him call me a disappointment.” You cried.

Ricky caressed your chin, grazing his thumb along your jawline. He tried his best to hold back his own tears, hoping to look strong for you. In reality, he was as broken as you.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to you to have to worry about me. I’ve always tried to stay tough for you when you needed me, but i can’t hold in these feelings anymore.” You cried.

You got up from his lap and stood on the floor. You paced around the room, trying to catch your breath and calm down. Ricky was quick to get up too.

“Everything is stressful, it’s all too much for me to-“

Ricky gently grabbed the sides of your cheeks, bringing you into a soft kiss.

You froze, surprised at the action.

He was quick to pull away, leaving you both speechless.

“I-I’m so sorry. You wouldn’t stop freaking out, I needed to shut you up.” He stuttered nervously, giving a small, scared laugh.

You glanced at his lips before leaning in again. Your hands snaked around his neck and his arms went to your waist, bringing you closer. Your hands moved to his cheeks, and you pulled away slowly.

“Shut up, Ricky.” You whispered, giving him a small smile,

He let out a breath of relief, “I’m here for you, ok? There’s no way in hell I’m ever going to let you feel so scared and depressed.”

He leaned in to kiss you again, gripping your waist tighter. You tilted your head, deepening the kiss. Your hands found his hair and softly tugged at his curls. He walked backwards until his legs hit your bed, making him sit down and bringing you along, straddling his waist. His hands went to your hips as you two continued your session.

You pulled away to look at him. His lips were a little swollen, matching the bright tint on his cheeks. His eyes were still red from the tears.

“I adore you, but I need to clean up this mess before my dad comes home.” You mumbled, twirling his hair around your finger.

“It’s a date.” He smiled.

A/N - hi !! this is my first imagine so go easy ! if u have any requests go ahead and send me some, i’ll try and get through them if i like them or if i even have time :)

[abluescarfonwaston]

   Fair warning, this is a lot lol

Miles finished putting on mascara and walked over to his closet.

   The only person that ever stayed over was Franzy, and he wasn't too worried about her looking through his wardrobe. The silver-haired man moved to the back of his closet and found a skirt. The light red was the same shade as the suit he wore in court. Miles zipped up the back of the skirt and adjusted it at the waist. He moved over and put on a white blouse and threw his jacket over it. Next came the hair extensions, which were, of course, the same as his hair so that it seemed more natural.

   Surprisingly, the prosecutor was almost an expert at walking in heels, but he dressed up a lot, so it became easier after a while. The media was on his back all the time; Newspapers, journalists, even Ms. Hart. "Am I that much of an anomaly?" He thought when she had approached him.

   Miles didn't like all the attention of being "The Demon Prosecutor." He cringed at the thought of it and swore he'd find a way to have it revoked.

 

  The man walked out of his room, down the hall. He walked into the foyer and rubbed Pess behind the ears. The dog wagged her tail and barked. Edgeworth walked out the door, locking it behind him.

   "The car might attract too much attention." He said to himself. Miles walked. He walked for a while, turning down roads and sidewalks. Finally he made it to the park.

   Maya was on the prowl. She was scouting some very pretty ladies to go out for a burger with.

   "That Franziska lady didn't respond!" She wailed when Nick asked what she was doing.

   "Welcome to my world, Maya." He sighed.

   Maya laughed and said "Yeah, but at least Edgeworth makes up excuses." The young spirit medium grabbed Phoenix by the wrist and pulled him over to a food truck. "Nick I'm hungry. Can you get me a burger and I pay you back later?" She said, smiling coyly.

   "I'm 90% sure that you don't even make money." Phoenix grumbled.

   "Rude." Maya said, sticking out her tongue.

   Maya turned around, fully prepared to chain herself to the food truck to get the lawyer's attention. It wasn't her fault that she was hungry. She sat down on a bench, pouting.

   The spiked lawyer rolled his eyes and turned to order a two burgers. As Phoenix had his back to the park, Maya was still a woman on a mission. She scanned the park, up and down, when a familiar almost pink caught her eye. Maya stood up, squinting at the figure a couple yards away.

  "Nick! Nick I'm going. I saw someone pretty, don't wait for me!" She called over her shoulder before breaking into a sprint to the lady. "Hi! I'm Maya, I- hold on let me catch my breath." The figure in front of her stopped abruptly. The woman turned, her bangs falling into her eyes. The lady, despite wearing heels made chasing her quite difficult.

   "Almost lost her!" Miles thought as he ran. He stopped for a moment, hobbling out of the shoes and ran even faster. People were staring. The mascera was starting to run and his lipstick got smudged when Miles wiped his face. He rounded a corner and hid behind a wall. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the bricks.

   "You know, that's not a very good hiding place. Are we playing tag? Don't worry, I won't tell Nick." The girl said, suddenly appearing in front of him. "Oh boy. I have some wipes if you need them."

   "That won't be necessary, thank you though. I- um, I don't know who this Nick person is, or why you approached me, what's happening?"

   "How do you change your voice like that, Mr. Edgewo-" Maya was cut off by Miles, putting his hand over her mouth.

   He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Come with me, I'll buy you lunch and we can discuss this." Edgeworth's voice had returned to it's normal rich baritone.

   "Well, I can't turn down a free meal." Maya said, after removing the hand from her face.

   Miles walked off down the road, only stopping to put the heels back on and make sure Maya was following.  She was. Miles walked into a small diner. The waiter showed them to a booth in the back. "If you would wait right here, Ms. Fey, I'll be right back." Miles walked to the restroom. "Dear God, how did this happen?" He grumbled. After having fixed his makeup, The prosecutor came back out and sat down.

   "Order anything you'd like, Ms. Fey." Edgeworth said. "Now, I know you'd probably like an explanation."

   The waiter interrupted, setting two menus on the table. "Ah thank you." He walked off, smiling.

   "Now, back to the matter at hand." Miles said, turning to the girl across the table. "I want to say immediately that this," he looked down at the skirt "isn't a hobby or something of the likes."

   "Well, I'll say this, your makeup is wonderful and the skirt fits you very well. I won't judge. But why did you dress up?" She said, tilting her head.

   "The- I'll be straightforward with you, everyone is constantly chasing after me. Everyone wants to know if I forged evidence, if rumors about me are true, it's tiring. So, I dress like a woman to throw them off my trail. Only you and Ms. Von Karma know about this. Skirts are quite comfortable though."

   "Oh my god, I know right? I've been trying get Nick to wear one for forever. You know how he is, though. He's so bullheaded."

   Miles opened his mouth to speak, but was once again interrupted by the waiter. "Are you ready to order?"

   "I'll have the burger, extra ketchup, with a side of wings and some tea." Maya said eagerly.

   "I'll just have a water." Edgeworth said. "Ms. Fey, if you wouldn't mention this to Wright, I'd greatly appreciate it."

   "Nick? Oh I'd never. You can count on my lips being sealed." Maya laughed.

   The prosecutor in disguise sighed in relief. "So, what were you and Wright doing in the park?"

   "Well, Ms. Von Karma turned me down to go eat, so I was looking for another girl to ask out. Nick was just along for the ride." Maya giggled before adding "I was going to see if you were free, you look very pretty, but it was mostly the color that caught my eye. It looked familiar, so I went to catch up with you and.... Well here we are!"

   "Well that's certainly and interesting tale. I'll have to scold Franziska for not spending the day with you." He chuckled.

   Once Maya had finished eating, she stood up. "Thank you for the food, I should probably get back. Nick must be worried sick, I left in such a hurry. I guess I'll see you in court some time."

   "At least let me accompany you back to the park." He insisted.

   "Alright, come on!" Maya said, already walking out the door.

   Edgeworth caught up with the spirit medium and walked with her until they were almost a block away from the park.

   "MAYA! MAYA WHERE ARE YOU?" Phoenix's voice rang out.  Miles flinched at the voice, but Maya's head whipped around.

   "I'm over here, Nick. I'm fine." Maya called back. Phoenix ran over and hugged the girl tightly. He was almost sobbing into her shoulder.

   "Nick, what's wrong?" She asked, concerned.

   "I thought I'd lost you again. Don't run off like that, you had me scared. It- It reminded me of that case. I don't like thinking about that." He said, his voice barely a whisper. Maya rubbed his back in smal circles, attempting to calm Nick down.

   "I'm fine Phoenix, I'm okay." She said. Phoenix straightened up at the use of his name. He was so used to her nicknames, it caught him off guard.

   The lawyer wiped his eyes and pinched his nose. "Where did you even go?" He asked, bewildered.

   "I told you, I saw a lady that I thought was pretty and went to catch up with her." Maya said, pointing at Miles, who'd been silent the whole time.

   "Ah, I'm sorry you had to put up with her, she's a-" His voice trailed off as he looked at Edgeworth. "You... Hmm. You look familiar, but I can't-"

   "What's the matter, Nick?" Maya asked.

   "Where have I seen... No. I know who you look like now, gah I'm sorry, you looked like an old friend." Phoenix chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "It's almost scary how much she looks like him. That's, wow, that's like the exact same color, and your bangs-"

   Phoenix froze when he made eye contact with the steel gaze. "Miles?"

   "Surprising, isn't it?" Edgeworth said, gripping the crook of his elbow. He averted his gaze, looking over at a woman walking her dog.

   "Maya, can you pinch me?" Phoenix asked, his eyes glazing over.

   "Okay, it didn't have to be that hard. Can- Can you explain what's happening?" Nick asked, very obviously still confused.

   "Calm down, Nick. Don't be so narrow-minded. It's to throw off reporters." Maya said, exasperated.

   Phoenix's face was beggining to turn red. "Mi- Miles I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- I'm going to stop talking."

   "It's fine, Wright." Edgeworth finally released the grip on his arm and looked at the blushing attorney. "I can imagine this is quite shocking. Anyways, I'll be off." He turned to go, but Phoenix grabbed his hand.

   "Wait! Um, well, I- You look nice, Miles. You can pull it off." Phoenix let go of the other man's hand and turned, grabbed Maya and left. He hadn't moved that quickly away from anyone in a while, and he was a mess.

Miles: Everyone is constantly chasing after me. Reporters. Franziska. Wright. You literally ten minutes ago.

Maya: *Chewing her burger* Huh wonder what that’s like.

Love it Aramanna!!!!!!!!

[seasonofthegeek]

Not All Prisons Have Bars: Witch

Written for @marichatmay 2020

Just something that came to me with all the virus stuff going around. Decided to try to work out some of my frustrations by writing a story in a different flavor of the same idea. This will be one of those where the details unfold more as the story goes on. :)

Part 1:

Marinette wasn’t sure why she’d been expecting a completely white room that screamed sterilization but the cozy suite she’d been led to looked more like it’d fit into any mid-level hotel and that surprised her. 

The bed was large and covered in a soft flower-patterned quilt. Lamps glowed around the room instead of a harsh overhead light, and she spied a a small private bathroom beside an empty closet. There was a decent television and a computer which was a nice bonus. The large heart monitor in the corner by an overstuffed armchair seemed a bit out of place, but otherwise, the room was nothing like she’d imagined. 

“Feel free to unpack and get comfortable. A nurse will be by to do a vitals check in an hour or so and then it will be time for dinner.” The orderly gave her a smile that seemed a little too professional to be genuine and then closed the door.

Marinette counted to ten in her head and then tried to turn the doorknob. The latch gave and the door opened slightly as she pulled. She let out a sigh of relief as it closed again and turned to give her new home a more thorough inspection. 

Her mind wandered as she made her way around the room. She wasn’t sure what she would’ve done if she’d been locked in. Nothing, she supposed. She’d come here of her own free will, after all.

When she found out she was one of only three people discovered whose blood carried antibodies that could be used to fight the current virus ravaging the world, what choice did she really have but to agree to help? She’d never consider herself a hero, but she was a decent person, at least. She wanted to do what she could even if coming here had turned her life on its head. 

She squinted at the buttons on the heart monitor but besides the obvious ones, she was at a loss. She wondered if she’d have to wear something constantly since the big machine was in her room. 

There were times like this when Marinette thought she might wake up from a weird dream at any moment. It felt like one day, everything was as normal as it’d always been and then the next...

She shook her head. She didn’t like thinking about the virus but there would be no avoiding it now. She’d packed a bag and moved in right at the epicenter. She may as well try to accept her new normal.

___

Marinette tried her hardest not to fiddle with the heart monitor around her wrist as she sat at the dinner table in the mostly empty dining room. A woman sat on her left down a few chairs and a young boy sat directly across from her, studying her with curious eyes magnified by large glasses. 

“Are you here to beat the witch too?” he finally asked. The way he drawled out his words even in his rushed question had her wondering where in the world he was from. Somewhere in the United States, she would guess from the English. They were both far from home then. She was glad she at least understood him.

“The witch?”

He nodded seriously. “My best friend, Peter, well, his mom says there is the real mean witch out somewhere and she made all these black cats out of bad magic that ran all over the world to get people sick. And there are only a few people in the world who have magic blood that can make the cats better and beat the witch and I have magic blood so I’m going to beat the witch.” He warily glanced down the table at the other woman and lowered his voice. “So do you have magic blood too?”

Marinette wasn’t sure if it was cute or disturbing that someone had explained the pandemic to the child in such a way but he seemed happy about it and she  didn’t want to scare him.

“I think I might,” she said, dropping her volume to a conspiratorial whisper to match his. “It’s pretty cool, right?”

“Yeah! My room has the new PlayStation. I don’t even have one of those at home. My brother is going to be so jealous.” He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms smugly. He opened his mouth again but he was interrupted by an orderly dressed in crisp blue scrubs placing a plate in front of him. 

“Please make sure to eat everything on your plate. A clean plate is a happy plate and we like to see happy plates,” the woman said as she put the next plate in front of Marinette. 

The young boy scrunched his nose and poked at the steamed broccoli with his fork. “I’m not eating this.”

“Even if it makes your magic stronger?” Marinette asked, spearing a floret.

He frowned and followed her lead. “Being a hero is hard work.”

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On the other side of the facility and three floors below what was thought to be the basement, Chat Noir paced the small cell he was in. His stomach was growling and his head ached so he knew dinner had to be coming soon. That was how he’d been trying to keep track of time. He was fed breakfast and dinner. Lunch was always a fun combination of being mostly drained of blood and filled with some new mixture of chemicals that usually left him jittery or sleepy or both. 

His black ears perked at the sound of the hallway door being opened and he obediently went to sit on his bed with his hands spread out in front of him as he’d done ever since he realized it was expected. His fluffy black tail lashed back and forth against the blanket but he rarely could control what the thing did anyway. 

The vision bar slid open and Chat Noir saw a familiar set of kind gray eyes look in on him through the protective glass. “Hungry?” a voice asked through an intercom. 

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

There was a grunting chuckle and a few digital beeps and then the door was opening. The hulking man on the other side moved into the door frame with a tray in one of his massive hands and a cattle prod in the other. He sheepishly dropped the arm with the prod with a shrug and slid the tray onto the table. 

“It’s okay,” Chat Noir said with half a smile. “I get it.”

“Not worried,” the man replied, voice muffled by his mask. “You’re a good kid.”

“Not really a kid.”

“Still good.” The big man shrugged again and half-glanced behind him. “Extra protein bar.” He winked and then began to back up.

Chat Noir could see two other orderlies behind him, electric prods raised tensely. He ignored them. “Thanks,I  appreciate it, Pierce.”

Pierce gave him another grunt and then the door was closing again. 

He waited until he couldn’t make out any other sounds and then he went to the table and forced himself to eat the meal slowly. He found he stayed full faster when he did, but it was a hard lesson to learn. 

He hid the extra protein bar between two of the books on his table for later. He never noticed his books moved when he slept so they always seemed like a safe enough place to keep things.  

After he finished his meal, he went to the opposite wall and used his pointed claw to scratch another notch into the blindingly white painted surface. He looked up the long line of scratch marks but didn’t bother trying to tally them. 

It didn’t really matter how long he’d been kept in this room. 

He never planned on ever leaving. 

Buy me a cherry coke?

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Title: Remember Who You Are

Story Rating: Chapter 10 – PG-13 Warnings: Anger, Violence, Language Relationships:  NomadSteve Rogers Female x Reader; Steve Rogers x Reader; Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

I’ve decided to tell the story from the point of view from both Steve and the Reader. Tell the both sides of the story.

The main villain is being introduced gradually. I’m referring to her as “Mistress” for now. Other characters will also be introduced as the story progresses, one an OFC.

Master List - Links to Other Chapters

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Crossbones was getting angrier by the minute. “Where is she?? I haven’t heard from her since this morning!” “Something must have gone wrong” – his 2nd in command stated.

“We need eyes and ears in that building. She’s still in there!!” There as a message from Mistress on your tablet. He open and read it will shock and anger!

--Gita is dead! What the fuck happened? --I’m warning you, you have 36 hours to get (Y/N) back or else!

Crossbones collapsed to his knees! Gita is dead??? How??? What happened?? How did she know Gita is dead??

“Rogers must have had something to do with it!!” He flung the tablet into the wall destroying it. His 2nd in command fled the room, Crossbones was going to lose it. (Y/N) will die for this!!!!!

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Meanwhile in Germany:

“He Screwed Up, Damn it!!!”  She threw her phone at the wall. She’s dead! At least she covered her tracks by the cyanide.   Still, she was sloppy. A distraction for Crossbones. They thought I didn’t know about their relationship. Mistress smirked.

Her assistant cowered in the corner. “Have there been any sightings of the Winter Soldiers?” “Yes ma’am, they’re in Russia. “Are any of our agents there?” “Yes, there is a squad of 10.” “Good, have them move in to capture him, I want one of them alive!”

She opened up the desk drawer to take out a book. Leather bound journal. “Зимний солдат” – on the front. She started to read the book, memorizing the contents. “Leave me!”

Her assistant scurries out of the room. “Let’s hope Dr. Zola was successful as I have been told.” She knew of Zola’s algorithm which had been destroyed along with the 3 heli-carriers and the triskelion. She curses that there was no back-up of the program. Alexander Pierce had been cocky enough that he didn’t think he needed it. After the Black widow leaked all the secrets on-line, everything had been destroyed.

She took out a photo album from her safe. No one knew it existed. She opened it with a sigh. Looking at the pictures, she started to cry. Her nanny tried to raise her after her father died. Her mother died the day she was born. She hid her away in Siberia, deep enough that no one would find her. Only a few people knew who she really was.

“I will have my revenge.”

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You tossed and turned on your bed. You were scared out of your mind.

How did I know how to fight back? Why does she now seem familiar?

Why does he love me? – This was the one thing that couldn’t leave your thoughts. You were alone. Everyone had left.

There were 2 guards outside your room to protect you. You now felt you could trust no one. Someone tried to kill you. You needed to escape. They had a leak in the system. Why would someone try to kill her?

They were busy trying to find the leak and determine who the woman was. They were shocked when she killed herself.

This whole situation was making you sick to your stomach. You want to flee. But how? Those guards, you need them out of the way.

You were patient. You tried to stand on your foot. It felt better than yesterday when you went to the bathroom. At least you could walk fast if needed. You closed your eyes. The pain in your head had returned.

A presence awakened you. Bruce entered the room. “Are you ok?” “Just my head again.” “I’m going to send you for another MRI and CAT Scan. I want to be absolutely sure there’s no damage.” “Ok. When?” “I’ll give them a call, I’ll be right back.”

15 minutes later, he returned. “I’m going to have one of the guards take you to the end of the wing.” “They’ll be expecting you shortly. I have to go back to the meeting, its taken priority over everything.”

You nodded your head. Bruce left again.

The guard entered the room with the wheelchair. This time you were ready. Instinct and training took over. You waited until you were almost to the end of the hallway. The guard went to open the door to the MRI room. When you stood up to get out of the chair, you turned and knocked out the guard; hiding him in the closet. You immediately ran for the stairs and the exit. Luckily it was only 2 floors down. You headed to the exit where the garden was. There were only a few cameras at that end of the building. You timed it enough that you could duck and hide until the cameras were out of range.

After a few minutes, you darted into the woods running as fast as you could. You were able to scale the fence with not too much trouble. You ran as fast as you could, not looking back until you were far enough away so that you didn’t sense anyone around.

Now what?

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OKAYYYYYY I SEE YOU I SEE YOU MARILLION SOUNDS FRIGGEN LIT

SHE IS, MY DUDE! LET ME GIVE YOU THE NEXT PART!

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“N-Nooroo?”, Marinette asked when the light faded. Suddenly, the closet was empty safe for her, the little Kwami nowhere to be found. “Nooroo? Where’d you go?”

She could swear she’d seen him fly into her brooch, but... her brooch! It looked so... different. She looked different!

Gone was her white shirt, her jacket and her pink jeans. Instead, she wore what looked like a dark purple dress suit, its collar shaped like the wings of a butterfly. Black gloves covered her hands, and when she looked at her reflection in the doorknob, she saw a lilac, butterfly-shaped mask on her face. And these strands below her pigtails made them look suspiciously close to wings as well.

Well.

Her costume obviously had a theme.

Curious, she looked at the cane that had appeared in her hands when she transformed. It looked like the lower part could be taken off, like a sheath maybe, but it was its top that caught her eye. A sphere of glass sat atop the staff, and inside it...

“The Akuma!”

Not bothering to think about the physics behind it - How could it still be alive if it had dematerialized when Hawkmoth had turned back?! - she flicked her fingers against the glass. The black insect fluttered it’s wings, eager to be set free.

“Uhm... well, then?”, she stammered. Without Nooroo for company, she suddenly felt a lot less sure about this. But she couldn’t second guess herself now. He was counting on her!

“Okay,” she calmed herself, focusing on the Akuma. “We have to help Ivan! Uh... Go forth and give him the strength he needs?”

As if it actually understood her - did it?! - the butterfly phased through the glass and through the door, following the scent of Ivan’s distress. A beep came from her brooch and one of its wings disappeared.

What’s that supposed to mean?

Maybe some sort of confirmation that it had worked? She shook her head. That was something she could think about later. For now, she had a job to do!

She could feel the exact moment the Akuma reached Ivan. A glowing symbol appeared in front of her face, and a rush of emotion flooded her as their minds bridged. She gasped.

So that’s what happened!

Mylène had run off before he could even finish his song, she learned when his memories raced through her head.

“Oh no,” she whispered and Ivan raised his head. “Your confession went wrong, and now your crush is scared of you!”

“Uh...”, Ivan stammered, his eyes looking weirdly dazed. “You... are not the same as last time, are you?”

“No.”

Whoever it was that had the Miraculous before her, he had been mean to Nooroo. She would not be associated with someone like that!

“I am Mari-“ Wait. She shouldn’t say her real name, right? “Uh... Papillon?”

“Mari-Papillon?”

“No! I mean, uh...”

“Mari-pillion?”

“What? Nah-ah!”

“Marillion?”

“Damnit, no- wait. That doesn’t sound so bad, actually.”

There went her grande entrance. Not the point!

“Look, I know you feel horrible.”, she offered some comfort. “What Hawkmoth made you do wasn’t your fault, even if Chloé said so. She’s a brat, her words don’t mean a thing. I think you’re a great guy, not a monster, and Mylène probably thinks the same. You just need a little help to talk to her!”

Ivan blinked.

“Wow. Thanks? You’re really nice, compared to the last one. Where’s the catch?”

She shook her head.

“I’m here to help you! No conditions or favors necessary. I’ll give you the strength and bravery you need to set things right.”

If he even accepted her help, that is.

“Do you want to be my champion?”

“Yes, Marillion!”, was the swift reply - too swift. Shouldn’t he be a little more suspicious?

Before she could ask, he was already covered in purple fog and transformed. And a knock on the closet door made her cut the connection.

“Marinette? Are you in there?”, Alya’s voice asked from the other side of the door and Marinette squealed in shock.

“NO! I mean, yes! I mean...”

Oh my god! What was she supposed to do now? Panicking, she held the door closed. If Alya saw her like this, she’d freak out and think it was her that made Stoneheart destroy the city last time! Oh damn it, how did she transform back?!

“Is everything alright? Why are you in a closet?”

“I, uh...”, her mind was racing to come up with an excuse, “I wasn’t feeling very well, and... I was headed for the toilet! But then I heard a... scary noise? Yeah, and then I hid here!”

“A. Scary. Noise?”, Alya deadpanned, obviously not convinced. “But everything’s totally quiet-“

Just in this moment - thank god! - a roar shook the building. When she focused on her connection to Ivan, she could see the class through his eyes as he grabbed Mylène. Wait, he wasn’t supposed to just kidnap her! And, oh god, was he grabbing Chloé as well?!

“Stoneheart, what are you-“, she hissed under her breath, but a beep cut her off. With a flash, her brooch changed colors and her costume vanished, just before Alya ripped the door open.

“Stay in here!”, she ordered distraught, eyes wide with excitement. “The monster is back! Hide here!”

With that, she slammed the door shut and Marinette was alone in the dark again.

Well, almost alone.

“Nooroo!”, she whispered when her Kwami dropped into her hands, exhausted. “You’re back!”

“I fuse with the brooch when you transform,” he explained with a groan, “I completely forgot to tell you! And after five minutes, you turn back. Unless you say ‘Dark wings fall’ before, then you’ll turn back immediately.”

Storing that information away for later, she reached into her pocket to give him a bonbon.

“Oh, Nooroo, I think I messed up. Stoneheart is a bit too... overzealous.”

She opened the door an inch, peaking out. Nobody was there, the others must have fled already.

“We need to find him”, she decided. “Before someone gets hurt!”

Nooroo bit into his candy and nodded.

“I’m right behind you.”

-

Outside the school, the fight had already begun. Chat Noir had arrived and hit Stoneheart with his baton - foolishly ignoring the lesson he’d learned last time.

“Uh, my bad!”, he stammered when the monster started to grow. Marinette facepalmed.

“Superhero? More of a Super-catastrophe!”, Chloé raged, and while Marinette could only agree, she wouldn’t have said so if her life depended on said Catastrophe.

“Here comes the cavalry!”, Stoneheart declared, just before his copies walked around the corner. “Grab him!”

With that, he turned around and left his minions to deal with Chat Noir.

“Damnit!”, Marinette cursed. With his luck, the superhero would get himself killed and she didn’t want that! But she couldn’t afford to lose sight of Stoneheart either.

“Watch out!”, a voice yelled from behind her, and suddenly Ladybird swung down to help her partner. Marinette had never been this happy to see her.

“Come on!”, she said to Nooroo and ran after Stoneheart. “We can reign him in, they’ll handle the copies!”

Following Stoneheart was easy enough: he’d left a trail of chaos behind him. Finding the right one, on the other hand, was another deal. His copies were everywhere, making it hard to recognize which to follow. In the end, she simply stuck to the biggest one. He had his fists raised in front of him, but she couldn’t see what he was holding.

“How long until you’re ready to transform?”, she asked Nooroo, who was gulping down bits of candy to power up.

“I’m on it!”

Well, until Marillion was able to get close, her phone would have to do. Using the camera, she zoomed in on his fists. He was indeed holding Mylène and Chloé!

“That’s the one!”

Carefully, she snuck closer to hear what he was saying.

“Why are you doing this? Where are we going?”, Mylène cried, making Marinette’s stomach heavy with guilt. This had been a mistake!

“We’ll go to the most romantic place I know!”, Stoneheart grumbled in his distorted voice. “And then I’ll finally be able to tell you how I feel.”

“Geez, care to let me out before that? All this lovey-dovey stuff makes me sick!”, Chloé complained from his other fist, shrinking when he turned to her.

“Don’t worry, little monster!”, he assured her with a sinister smile on his rocky face. “You won’t be there to witness it for sure.”

That did not sound good.

“What’s wrong with him?!”, she murmured, ducking behind a trash can. “I thought he only wanted to confess! But now he’s all ‘Roar!’ and ‘Fight!’ and ‘Die!’. That’s not what I wanted!”

“Akuma’s are supposed to let people work through their feelings.”, Nooroo explained hesitantly. “They’re basically emotion personified from the moment the butterfly touches them. It can be a good thing to let loose sometimes! But...”

He sighed.

“It also causes him to be... irrational. Without a Butterfly Wielder to guide him, he’s out of control.”

“Wait, if he’s not himself from the moment the akuma touched him...”, she repeated, “did he even have a choice when I asked for his consent?”

“Of course he had!”, Nooroo snapped, obviously insulted. “There’s always a choice. Although... well, the connection between your minds let’s you read him, and lets him... empathize with you, which makes him more willing to accept your help. Hawkmoth abused that empathy to skew his perception in his favor, not giving him a fair choice.”

She was not sure if that was alright with her. Forced empathy still sounded like manipulation. Now, though, she had bigger worries: Ladybird and Chat Noir had moved the fight to them, and the Stonemonsters were wrecking havoc in the streets.

“What are they doing?”, she hissed, starting to run again. “Leading the monsters to the others just means more fighting for them! Ugh, why-“

She couldn’t finish her rant, because suddenly, a car was flying towards her. A whole goddamn car! She screamed and ducked, absolutely sure she would die. A metallic clank came from over her head, then a crash. But, miraculously, she was still alive. Chat Noirs staff had taken the brunt of the cars weight, saving her skin, and now a spotted yo-yo pulled it away from her.

“Are you alright?”, Ladybug asked anxiously. You’ve got to be kidding me! Her?!

“Yeah, I’m fine.”, she begrudgingly admitted. This time, they seemed to actually have done their job right. Realizing Ladybird was still looking at her, she added a pressed out “Thank you.”

“No prob!”, the red-clad menace answered with a smile that could be described as... cute. “Weren’t you supposed to stay hidden?”

How’d she know that?! An excuse, she needed an excuse!

“I was recording everything!”, Marinette stammered, holding up her phone. “For my friend’s blog! She’s a fan!”

God, she hated lying. And was accordingly bad at it. Fortunately enough, Ladybird seemed to buy it: she blinked, then smiled.

“Really? Ma- I mean, Girl! That’s so cool of you.”

She took a step back, ready to jump.

“Better get to safety, though. Let the experts handle this!”

With a wink and a flick of her hair, Ladybird swung off.

“Experts”, Marinette mimicked. “Don’t make me laugh!”

“I thought she seems really nice.”, Nooroo commented with crossed arms, swallowing the last bit of candy. She rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. We’ll take care of this before she knows it. Nooroo, dark wings rise!”

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Prank Wars - Gabriel x Reader

Warnings: None really. If you notice any, let me know.

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Character(s): Gabriel, Dean, Castiel, Sam.

You and Gabe had been in a prank war. You didn't know why or how it started, but it did. All with one sentence. "I'll get you back for that. One day. Mark my words." And it was annoying everyone.

The farthest back prank you could remember was about four months ago, when you had replaced some of his candy with mints, and he had hollered your name at the top of his lungs.

Gabriel had retaliated by changjng your hair products to temporary dye and you had woken up the next morning with bright green hair. Oh it was on.

You had responded to that prank by putting his candy somewhere he couldn't find it, and he had to apologize and fix your hair to get it back. He had grumbled but apologized.

However he then played a similar prank to what he did to Sam, playing 'Everybody Loves Me' by OneRepublic everytime you walked into a room.

This had gone on for the past few months. And Dean and Sam were tired of it.

Now you were planning on doing the ultimate prank, at least in your mind. You were going to stick candy to his vessel as he slept. (Cause he slept now, especially with his low grace) and then blast the most annoying song from Dean's playlist in his ear. Of course, you had to get candy into the bunker first. And without Gabriel eating it all.

"This is stupid." Dean grumbled, stealing a sucker from the bag as he helped you haul the two large bags of candy into the kitchen and onto the highest shelf so that Gabriel couldn't reach it, or see it.

"No its not. He's done something similar to me! And besides! This is so much better than your idea!" You protested. Dean rolled his eyes as he shoved the bag into the cabinet.

"My idea would have been great. You, me, and a couple of rigged bags of garbage put into wrappers? And then eating actual candy ourselves? Ultimate revenge! And it would finally make him ask for a truce!" Dean grumbled, locking the cabinet shut so that no one else could get into it but him or you.

"Make who ask for a truce?" A voice entered the conversation. You jumped and looked behind you, seeing Gabriel with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

You didn't know what to say. Pranking Gabriel was one thing. But actually talking to him? You were destined to fail at that. He was so confident in himself! And you were... the opposite. He was a total flirt! Who had a type that most definitely wasn't you. Besides, you were human. And humans had short lives. Gabriel was an archangel. Something that was set to live forever. Unless they were killed. What good did it do you to try and tell Gabriel how you felt? It did nothing! And you knew it.

"Uh...no one! And why are you even eavesdropping? Its not your turn for a prank anyway!" You insist. Gabriel smirks.

"Oh come on, you love me~" he teased. You rolled your eyes.

"Fat chance." You taunted back, looking back at Dean who gave you a warning look.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Oh come on! Everybody loves me~!" He sing-songs, making you groan.

"Oh shove it Gabriel!" You taunt, stomping off to the other room.

Dean sighed, and went to follow you, giving Gabriel a side glance. "This has got to stop. Both of you." He grunts to Gabriel before he went off and found you with Sam and Castiel in the library.

"He's just like that. You'll get used to him." Castiel had said to you, making you groan and slam your head into the table. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Come on, we all can see it. Even Dean can and he's not even out of the closet yet!" Sam exclaimed, making Dean look at Sam in shock and confusion.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Oh don't deny it Dean! You and Cas? The staring? Just go and kiss already damn it!" He grunts. Castiel blushes and Dean clears his throat in embarrassment. You snicker a bit before Sam looks at you.

"You aren't off the hook either! I've seen how you look at him. Its not far off from how Cas and Dean look at each other. It's literally eye sex!" Sam groaned. You felt your face brighten as bright as Castiel's. You covered your face and sighed. They were right. You'd had a crush on Gabriel since you first met him and he had flirted with you, like he did everyone who had a vagina. And sometimes people with dicks.

You'd always told yourself that you'd never tell him. Because you knew he would never feel the same. But you supposedly weren't as subtle as you thought you were. Because almost everyone in the bunker knew. Except for Gabriel.

You sighed and ran a hand througy your hair. "I can't tell him Sam, I just can't..." you started. Sam shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Why? Cause you're too scared to? Cause you're just 'not ready'? Y/N, you have been crushing on him, for 8 years! I think that's plenty of time to know you're in love with someone!" He exclaims.

"Who's in love with who? Dean and Cassie? Finally." Gabriel starts, walking into the library to join in on the conversation.

You immediately hid your bright red face and Sam glared at you, gesturing with his head for you to talk to him. You shook your head immediately. You weren't ready. You never would be.

Sam rolled his eyes again and then started to talk to Gabriel while you sat there, thinking of a way out.

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It had been another two weeks of pranks and ignoring feelings. And Dean and Sam were tired of it. Cas was even starting to get annoyed.

It was Gabriel's turn to prank you next, so you were on edge. And Gabriel had been ignoring you for awhile. Ever since you had disappeared from the library after the 'You need to tell him how you feel' conversation. You hoped he hadn't heard you, but you never know.

So now, you were reading a lore book. Nothing special. Dean and Sam had a hunt planned for you all to go on that day, so you were just getting prepared.

It was about 2:30 in the morning, and you were flipping the page, when something crashed, and Dean called out for help. You immediately dropped your book and grabbed your knife, racing out to find Dean and help him.

You followed the sound of his voice and found him in the bunker's dungeon, waiting for you with a pair of handcufs. You didn't have time to react as Sam came up behind you and put one of your wrists into the handcuffs and then low and behold, Castiel dragged Gabriel into the room and put the other handcuff on his wrist. You looked up at the three, confused.

"Wh-what is this?" You ask, trying to take your wrist out of the handcuffs when you noticed they were warded. Not even Gabriel could undo them.

"An intervention. You, and Gabriel have been doing this prank war for long enough. And you need to tell him. You know what I'm talking about." Sam says, glaring at you. You huff at him, and avoid Gabriel's confused gaze that he turns to you.

"This isn't fair boys, come on. We were just having a bit of fun-" Gabriel started.

"Yeah, a bit of fun that has been drawing on for long enough." Dean says, glaring at Gabriel. "Now I don't approve of it, but she's got something to say. If I have to confess, so does she. You both aren't getting out of here until you call a truce, and she says what she needs to say." Dean says, grabbing Castiel's hand as they begin to close them in the dungeon.

"B-but what about the hunt?!" You ask. Dean rolled his eyes.

"We're good on hands! You two need to sort this out, we're sick of it!" Dean grumbled as they finally closed the entrance, and left the room.

Immediately you growled, and you felt like crying. You weren't ready. And if you told him how you felt and he didn't feel the same? You would have to end up standing here with him and face rejection until Dean and Sam came back.

Gabriel sighed, grumbling a bit to himself. "I don't understand how they can't take a joke. I mean come on, its not like you or I were hurt by any of the pranks, right?" Gabriel asks you.

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, refusing to look at him. Gabriel frowned.

"Did... did I hurt you Sugar?" He asks. You let out a half sob at the nickname. It always made you feel good when he called you that. Always. You didn't want to ruin what you had.

"No... no you didn't..." you say, forcing back tears. Gabriel sighed again and turned you to face him, and lifted your chin up.

"Hey, I think I did. Can you look at me? Please?" He asks. You forced your eyes down, refusing to look at him. "Please?" He asks again, using his handcuffed hand to squeeze yours. You finally gave in and looked up at him. He gave you a half smile that soon faded as he realized what he was doing to you.

"Hey... truce, alright? We'll call a truce. We can just say that you told me if you really aren't ready, Sugar. Alright?" He says, giving you a genuine smile. You sniffled and wiped your eyes, sighing a bit.

"I...no... no I...I want to... before I decide not to again..." you say, a strange string of confidence filling your chest. Gabriel gave you his full attention, his hand on your chin moving to your shoulder in support. You smiled at the touch, and then looked him in the eyes, your heart pounding a mile a minute.

"Gabriel...I-I... I like you. No...I... I love you. I have for a long time... since I met you actually..." You trail, squeezing his hand as if he could leave your side. "It was so much easier to keep how I felt a secret, than to face rejection. Cause I'm just human. My lifetime is a blink to you... So don't feel bad if you don't feel the same..." you finally confess, letting his hand go. You feel like crying harder now, and you wish you weren't handcuffed so that you could curl up in the corner. But then he surprised you. He took your hand again and squeezed it tighter. You look up to him in shock.

He holds your chin again and smiles at you. "Sugar... you have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that. I thought you never would. Kept thinking it was me. That you just didn't want me to grieve over you. Or that I was too good of a friend. Y/N... I don't care that your life is short. I want to spend every moment of it I can with you. And only you. I love you too." He confesses. "Don't go telling the muttonheads I got all mushy though. They would never let me live it down." Gabriel says. You giggle and smile at him, happy tears straying down your face.

"I promise. Cause I guess a reputation is all you've got, being a man and all." You tease, using a Tangled line on him. He laughed.

"Oh yeah, definitely wouldn't want that." He responded, pulling you close with his handcuffed hand. "Cause now its the only thing I can afford to lose."

You were happy, entirely. You hadn't faced the rejection you thought you would've. And he loved you. And you loved him. That was all there needed to be.

[pandawritesmanythings]

The Kid

Summary: There’s someone in the house, and the septics are trying to find out who it is.

Word Count: 2505

Warnings: Suggestions to abusive households (Not Explicit). Did I sensor curse words? I’m pretty sure I did. sorryitsjustidontfeelcomfortableswearingbutiknowitsjacksthigsoooooo…

A/N: Got some support on the Septic/Ipliers turn into dads idea, so eh, what the heck. I had fun writing this, so here we go!

Chase woke up with a start. He had heard something, he was sure of it.

Ever since his eldest was born, he had very light sleep. Having a kid will do that to you.

However, his kids were staying with Stacey during the week and he knew that Marvin, despite being a little messy with his magic, respected everyone’s bedtime.

Bedtime. Oh god he really spent a lot of time surrounded by children, didn’t he?

Slipping out of his bed he walked out of his room. Barefoot, he stepped as quietly as he could towards Marvin’s room.

He knocked twice and the magician opened before he could finish.

“You heard it too?” The man whispered with an air of urgency. Chase only nodded.

“So it wasn’t you?”

“No. I’ve been reading this new book. Can’t dare to experiment with ball-of-sunshine over there.” He scowled and pointed towards Henrik’s room.

“You know if anyone else is awake?”

“I am.” Said a third voice behind them.

Silently, both flinched and turned towards the voice.

“JACKIE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.” Chase whisper-yelled towards the hooded man.

“What are ya whisperin’ about?” He mockingly whispered.

“We heard something downstairs.” Marvin answered sighing and pinching his nose in annoyance.

Jackie might have been one of the first egos, but he was incredibly childish sometimes.

“I just got here, there was nothing strange going on.” He pointed downstairs.

The other two stared at him, still unsure.

“Are you sure?” Asked Chase, still keeping his voice low. Even if no one got into the house, there were two people who lived in the house that they would rather not wake up.

“Yeah. I’m sure-”

CLANG!

The three men turned slowly towards the stairs that led to the first floor.

“JJ is not downstairs. Is he?”

Sounds of rummaging sounded throughout the house.

“Yeah. No.” Jackie admitted before speedwalking quietly towards the stairs.

The other two followed quietly behind him. Luckily for them, Anti was the hardest one to wake up. It was Henrik they were a little concerned about.

At the bottom of the stairs, they stopped to look around the house. Jackie hovered above the ground thanks to his superpowers, Marvin wand in hand in case he had to make a quick spell, and Chase… Was ready to help out.

The rummaging continued for a little bit, and for a moment they were almost sure it was a small animal, like a raccoon or a possum. But when a small head carrying an apple and a banana in their little hands came into view the three of them stopped dead in their tracks.

Jackie cursed softly under his breath, alerting the small child that had gotten into their home.

The girl turned and with wide scared eyes dropped the fruit and ran towards the living room.

“Go get ‘er!” Chase whisper-yelled to the other two and taking each a separate way they ran towards the living room to try and corner the girl.

The girl climbed over the couch and jumped off of it as Jackie tried to catch her. She turned around a corner that led towards the garage and Marvin tried to corner her, but she slid back under his legs and ran back towards the living room.

The girl yelped when she saw Jackie, and scrambling to turn around she ran into the kitchen, not counting on the fact that Chase was there and caught her in his arms wrapping them around her trying to lock her in some type of weird hug.

“Ok-Ok. H-Hey, lass. It’s okay- it’s okay. We’re not gonna hurt ya-” Chase tried to explain, but she started screaming while trying to wiggle out of his embrace.

Marvin and Jackie were standing on the kitchen door looking at Chase and the girl’s struggle. They approached and kneeled close to them, ready to lend a hand if needed.

“Shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay. Look, I’m not gonna hurt ya.” She seemed to calm down a little, but he didn’t lose grip on her. 

Once she seemed to calm down she turned around to look at her Chase noticed her bright blue eyes.

Just to then receive a ball of spit right in his face.

“Auhg… Yep. Didn’t expect that.”

The girl found the wiggle room and scrambled off to hide on an open cabinet where plastic Tupperware and bowls were kept. She pushed them outside and hid in there.

The three men stared at the slightly ajar cabinet door and almost simultaneously sighed

“What in the f*ck is going on here?” A voice with a German accent was heard on the stairs.

The trio on the floor whipped to look at the doctor with expressions of terror on their faces.

“W-We-…” But before he could finish the four men heard sobbing coming from the cabinet.

With a confused expression, Henrik approached the group. “Who’s in there?" 

"A girl. Don’t know how she got in the house.” Jackie offered quickly.

“How old?”

“Can’t be older than 6.” Chase said this time.

“Was she hurt?”

“Not from what I could tell.” Chase finished letting out a huff of air and resting his back against the electric oven and finishing cleaning his face.

Henrik approached them and looked at the space where the girl was hiding in. 

“I heard the screaming. You guys are so lucky it was me and not Anti.”

“Hah! He would have carved her on sight.” Jackie laughed. 

The sobbing became louder and everyone turned to glare at him.

“Sorry, shouldn’t have said that.” He muttered embarrassed, hiding his face with his hoodie.

Henrik approached the cabinet and kneeled right next to it, opening the door just a little bit more.

“Hey, lass. Ya don’t have to be afraid. Wanna come out? We aren’t going to hurt you.” He tried to beckon her out, but the girl hid her face even deeper into her knees and shook her head.

Henrik sighed. “Well, we gotta keep guard then. No one moves until she comes out.”

“But I want my beeeeeeeeeeeed!” Jackie pouted. 

Another set of glares was thrown in his direction. “Okay. Okay. I get it. I’m being an *ss”

A whimper was heard.

“Isn’t it a general rule not to curse around children?” Marvin asked.

“That’s what I do with my kids,” Chase answered, shifting in his place. “But not everyone does.”

“Me too. I’d rather they be better than me and not curse like a sailor.” Henrik agreed.

“Then. General rule. Minimal cursing around the kid. M'kay got it.” Jackie summarized.

A couple of hours went by. The small talk going on was on a low volume, and thirty minutes into it the sobbing went away.

“What should we do about her?” Chase leaned towards Henrik to whisper.

“We wait until she comes out and we’ll call child services. They’ll take care of her.” Henrik responded, not taking his eyes off the cabinet.

“Child Services? Come on, Henrik. You really think they will put her anywhere but with a foster family? You know the horror stories that come out of those places.”

“Maybe.” Henrik looked at Chase very seriously. “But you don’t have a better plan, do you?”

Chase was left speechless. What was he going to say? Let’s keep her? No. He knew better than anyone that the least qualified people to care for a child was them.

Yeah. There was a chance that she would be given to a bad foster family, but she could also end up in a very caring and loving family. She was just a kid, he couldn’t deprive her of that, just as he would never deprive his own kids of a happy home.

“Alright. We’ll call tomorrow.”

“Hey, guys!” Marvin whispered to call their attention.

The door creaked open and the girl slowly and very timidly crawled out of the cabinet, stopping right before completely exiting, looking into the eyes of the four guys that were looking back at her.

“Hey… You ready to come out?” Chase asked, kneeling in front of her.“

She shook her head, hugging herself.

"Alright, we won’t touch you if you don’t want us to.” Chase tried to calm her down.

Her little stomach grumbled and she whimpered.

“You were looking for food, right?” Chase looked at Marvin, “ Marv, give me the saltines." 

Marvin stood slowly to grab them from the closet and then handed them to Chase who extended them towards the girl.

Shyly she looked at the older man and took the salty cookies like they were the most valuable treasure anyone had ever given her.

"Thanks.” She rasped before tearing the packet open and starting munching on them. In her little head, she never had had such a grand feast.

“Are you tired?” Henrik asked kneeling next to Chase.

The girl nodded.

“We can let you borrow a bed. Come with me?”

The girl shied a little but nodded hesitantly.

The four men and the girl stood up, their adrenaline and caution growing as the girl was led towards the hallway on the first floor where the spare room was.

They opened the door and the girl rushed, saltines still in hand, and jumped onto the bed. Almost immediately, she draped herself in the blanket that covered the bed.

Chase kneeled next to her. “My name’s Chase. This is Henrik, Jackie, and Marvin.” He pointed at the others. “Our other two… brothers… are upstairs.” Chase said, trying to come up with something rational so the kid wouldn’t be super put off by six faces that looked almost identical.

“I’m Emma.” She rasped again. Her voice seemed to be either misused, worn out or she must be sick because that was not normal.

“Well, Emma. Sleep now. We’re going to find where you came from tomorrow, okay?”

There was fear in her eyes. But she only nodded. “Okay.”

Chase felt his heart shatter. Her little “okay” had been so scared, so broken and most of all, so defeated.

Looking a little closer at the girl he noticed the forming bruise under her eye, the red bloodshot eyes and scar on her cheek. It didn’t seem very deep, but it definitely wasn’t an old scar.

“Well. We’re just gonna let you rest. If you need anything you just need to call, okay?”

The girl nodded and turned herself into a burrito very quickly.

The egos filed out of the room and closed the door.

“Should we put a chair in front of it? Or lock it? You know, so she doesn’t run out.” Jackie suggested and he got a third row of glares

“No, idiot. We need to earn her trust, not shatter it at the first chance we get!” Henrik slapped his shoulder softly, calling him out on his imprudence.

“Okay! Okay! Sorry, I’m just not that great with kids." 

"I think the best, for now, is to let her rest, we’ll see what to do tomorrow.” Marvin said, dismissing Jackie’s comment.

“Yeah. I’m beat. Let’s hope JJ and Anti didn’t wake up.” Chase finished rubbing his eyes, his sleepiness starting to bleed through.

 The troop started heading upstairs. But Henrik noticed the way Marvin was deep in thought. His brow furrowed.

“Marv. What’s itching you?” The German man asked.

“I don’t know. There’s just something about the kid…” He looked back at the door. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

Henrik had to admit that there was something incredibly weird about the whole situation. And thanks to his medical training he noticed some things about the girl that were just… Concerning. Especially in her behavior.

“Yes, I agree. But, let’s go to sleep, we can talk about it tomorrow.”

Henrik kept walking but Marvin didn’t follow. His eyes were trained on the spare bedroom door.

“Marv?”

“I think… I’m going to keep guard. It’s not like I could fall asleep anyway.”

Henrik frowned. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” Marvin assured him, pulling a chair to sit next to the door. “I’ll be okay.”

With a tight-lipped smile, Henrik climbed the stairs and disappeared into the second floor.

Marvin, now alone, conjured his spellbook and began to read in silence.

In the morning they would figure this whole thing out. But he just wanted to finish his book for now.

“What are you reading?" 

"Ahg-!”

The little voice scared Marvin out of his mind. Two bright blue eyes looked up at him, wild and long brown hair falling down her back. 

“A book.” He answered dryly. He had to admit that talking to children also wasn’t his forte, like Jackie. But in his case, it was because he didn’t know what to say. Jackie just didn’t know how to shut up.

“About what?” She asked lolling her head to the side.

“Magic…” He confessed.

Her already big eyes widened. “You are a real magician!” She almost shouted.

Marvin hushed her and then answered reluctantly with a simple. “Yeah.”

“Can you do a trick for me?” She bounced on her feet.

The man with long hair hesitated. This was a child, no older than seven. What if he hurt her?

“Okay. A quick one.”

He kneeled by her side. “Alright. See here?” He extended his palm. “What do I have?”

“Nothing?”

“Ah, but that’s where you are wrong.” With a flick of his wrist, sparkles appeared and a small yellow flower materialized in his hand.

The girl laughed in amazement and took the flower delicately between her forefinger and her thumb.

“You. Are. So. Cool.” She squealed, gaze fixed in the flower. “Can you do another one?”

“Not for now.”

“Aw! Why?” She pouted.

“Because Henrik said we had to sleep. So you… Go back to your bed.”

She frowned with a mildly confused expression. “Which one is Henrik?”

“The one with tired eyes and a funny German accent.” He answered, imitating terribly Henrik’s accent in the last part.

The girl giggled but was interrupted by a yawn. “I guess this Henry is always right, yeah?”

Marvin chuckled and led her into the room. “More or less.”

She snuggled in her bed and her eyes slowly fluttered. “I guess I have to listen to what he says then–” another yawn–“ He seems to be really smart after all…”

And then she dozed off.

Marvin just stared at the girl. She looked like a small bundle in the bed, which looked enormous compared to her size.

Remembering a simple spell, he approached her and gently touched her forehead. In his mind, he saw flashes of her memories, only the ones on the surface.

With a soft gasp, he retreated. A pang of guilt for looking through her memories was overridden by the pain that he felt when he saw parts of her life. He had to leave the room quickly, he couldn’t look at the innocent child.

Now standing outside the door, Marvin found himself in a dilemma.

What would happen to the girl once they returned her to her home? And could he give her up willingly after what he saw?

[aggressivelyclueless]

The Girl In The Alley

prompted by @quishaphantom "Maddie finds a little girl down an alley who sets off all their ghost equipment. And she looks just like Danny." Words: 6167 Warning: themes of abuse, mild angst/feels

      It was almost one in the morning.  For Maddie Fenton, it had been a very long night.  She'd watched the moon crawl halfway across the sky in her search for the dead, and she was beginning to think that, perhaps, she wouldn't find any.  It would be a shame, too - she'd even brought her brand-new spirit-smasher with her in the hopes she'd be able to try it out.  Instead, the evening had been a disappointment.       She paused on a street corner, specter-detector in hand, and frowned.  It had been infuriatingly empty all evening, and she was beginning to think that some of the wiring inside was shot and that she'd have to take it home and put it on her list of things to repair.  She couldn't remember the last time she'd come out this late and there hadn't been any ghosts; she knew that she rarely found any before ten, no matter what time the sun went down, but midnight was supposedly the haunting hour - and yet, she thought dryly to herself.  With a sigh, she turned and gave a look back down the block to FentonWorks.  It was getting pretty late.  Maybe she should call it a night and have the specter-detector fixed tomorrow.       A quick flash of movement in the alley across the street made her turn.  Her first thought was ghost! but she scolded herself.  She knew there was a little gray cat that hid around the alleys a block over, and wrote it off in her mind.  If her specter-detector hadn't begun to beep when she crossed the street to get home, she would have thought nothing of it at all.       Maddie turned, casting a glance down at the screeching device in her hand.  A single blip appeared on the screen, and a second later it darted further down into the alley.  Her heart leapt; maybe she would have a chance to try out her spirit-smasher after all.  She kept her eyes on the mouth of the alley, her movements silent, and readied her weapon.  Peering around the corner, she spotted a small shadow duck behind the dumpster on one side.  She smiled to herself.  I saw you, ghost.  She slinked closer, careful not to make a sound, and kept her eyes on the spot behind the dumpster.       The thing that peered out, to Maddie's surprise, was not a ghost.  Two bright eyes stared back at her, and Maddie faltered.  The spirit-smasher was tossed aside; she knelt down, one hand on the side of the dumpster as she peered around the corner.  She was struck by just how small the girl was, hiding under a dark hoodie and baggy shorts, and something in her gut pulled at her.  What's she doing out here?  Is she by herself?  Someone's got to help her.  She spoke in only a whisper: "Hey - don't be scared, now, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."       The girl said nothing, eyes locked on Maddie.       "What are you doing out here all by yourself?"       "Holding myself together," said the girl, arms wrapped around her knees.  She looked down for a moment, as if concentrating very hard on something, and then met Maddie's eyes again.       Maddie asked her: "Where are your parents?  I'm sure they must be worried sick about you - "       The girl shook her head.  "I don't have any."       "No parents?"       The girl shook her head again.       "What's your name, dear?"       The girl flinched.  After a moment of hesitation, her gaze fell again.  "Danielle."       "Danielle," Maddie echoed, "and don't you have a place to stay?  It's not safe out here at night - "       "I know," was all Danielle said.  She pulled her arms a little tighter around herself, and slipped her knees under the edge of the hoodie.       Maddie's heart broke.  All alone out here, and no parents - the poor dear!  The motherly instincts in her swelled, and she set one careful hand on the girl's shoulder.  "Would you like to come home with me, Danielle?  I can't just leave you out here on the streets - I'll make up the spare room for you - "       Danielle said nothing.  Underneath the hoodie, her hands were shaking; Maddie's voice stung her, even if she was doing her best to help.  It was burned into her memory from the start - analyses and data readings, mostly - and now here she sat, not by a fizzling projection but by a real human that sounded exactly the same, and she wanted to take Danielle home.  She couldn't say yes - somehow, that was too much to even consider - but she found she couldn't tell her no, either.  She was caught somewhere in the middle, and every time Maddie spoke it took her back to the beginning of it all.       Maddie saw her hesitation, and gave her a concerned frown.  "Danielle?"       Danielle stiffened.  "I - okay.  I'll come with you."       "Alright," said Maddie, her mind made up, "My house is that one on the end.  We'll get you set up in the spare room.  You're not hurt, are you?"       Danielle shook her head.       Maddie got back to her feet, and offered Danielle a hand.  She couldn't believe it - and I thought it was going to be a ghost! I probably scared her out of her wits!  She'd made some calls in the morning, after they'd both gotten some sleep, and after the poor kid had been fed.  Something about her reminded Maddie of her own son; perhaps that was why she already felt so strongly.  She swung the front door to FentonWorks open without a sound and led Danielle inside.  The lights were still on but her husband had fallen asleep on the couch, and she didn't bother to wake him before leading the girl through the kitchen and to the spare room at the end of the side hall.  She flicked the light on and pulled the bare mattress down from where it had been leaning against the wall.  "It isn't much, but it's better than being outside on a night like this.  I'll get some blankets from the hall closet - is there anything else you need?"       Danielle sat on the side of the mattress.  It smelled faintly of cardboard and dust - it had probably been kept in storage at some point - and she shook her head.  "No.  That's fine."       "The bathroom's just across the hall.  I'll see if I can't find a change of clothes for you tomorrow.  Did you want me to leave the hall light on?"        Danielle shook her head.  "I'll be alright."       "If you need anything else, let me know, alright?  I'll make you breakfast in the morning, and we can get everything sorted out.  Good night, Danielle," Maddie turned, leaving the door ajar, and let all of her breath out at once.  Poor kid.  In the light, she saw even more of her son in her - the shape of her nose, the deer-in-the-headlights look when she was scared, even the way she fidgeted just so.  If Maddie didn't know better, she almost would have thought they could have been siblings.  That's just silly.  She dismissed the thought with a shake of her head.  Siblings?  I'd remember doing a little trick like that.  She went back out to the living room, where Jack was still asleep; she sat on the end of the sofa next to him.  She was caught up in thinking about Danielle, and almost forgot about the ghost she'd let get away earlier.  She wasn't angry with herself, given the circumstances.  What else was she supposed to do, let the kid sleep with the stray cat in the alley?       Her eyes fell to the specter-detector she'd left on the end table.  It was still blinking, and she was certain that it was a malfunction.  She picked it up anyway, adjusted the dial on the side, and frowned.  That can't be right.  It thinks there's a ghost in the spare room.  I was just in there.  It was only one in the morning; she decided she had the time to take it downstairs and crack it open to see what the problem was.  It would give her something to do other than fuss over Danielle, at least, although she supposed she'd probably be doing that for a while anyway.       The lab at night was somehow more peaceful than during the daylight hours, even though it really should have been impossible to tell.  Maybe it's just because Jack's asleep, she thought with a little smile.  She really did love the man, but sometimes his antics could get a little out-of-hand.  Just last week he'd spilled a half-baked concoction across half the lab; he'd taken care of the mess, of course - he was a bit clumsy, but not inconsiderate - but she could still tell where the floor had begun to warp, and one of the work-tables wasn't quite level anymore.  She supposed, in the grand scheme of things, that it gave the place character.  When they'd built the lab after moving into the house, it had been almost painfully sterile.  It was like the morgue in some hospital somewhere, where everything was cold and even the smallest sound echoed off the too-smooth walls, and it had taken them almost a year to make it bearable.       Those were the days, went her mind as her hands pulled the device in front of her apart.  She remembered how empty the house had been before the kids were born - she'd thought, at one point, that the house was entirely too big for just the two of them.  The only reason they'd gotten it was because it was dirt-cheap for a city house, and she knew that the value had dropped even more when they'd built the Fenton Ops Center over the roof.  Her husband had a great time with that one, even though it was a bit gaudy.  It had just been "the house" for those first few months.  "FentonWorks" had come later.  Jack had gotten his hands on a laser-cutter one day, and had brought it home already very proud of it, and without any explanation of where it had come from or how he'd gotten his hands on it.  He'd cut out the letters and had the sign up within a week.  Everyone will know that's our house now, he'd said with a grin.  Maddie had added the arrow later as a joke, but Jack had been ecstatic.  It suited the house somehow, just as the house suited the two of them.       Maddie frowned.  She'd run a diagnostic and had pulled out the circuitboard of the specter-detector, hoping to find the source of the malfunction; nothing appeared to be wrong with the thing, and she knew that couldn't be right.  "What in the world," she said to herself.  She thought maybe it was just shot, and that she'd have to make another one, but that didn't sit right either.  It had never given her any problems before this; she'd have noticed something was wrong with it long before it quit entirely.  She reluctantly reassembled it and gave it a reboot.  Maybe I'm just too tired for this, she thought, I'll come back to it in the morning.  She set it down as it restarted, still not entirely satisfied.  The screen defaulted back to the shape of the lab, with rough rectangles in place for furniture and such, and from somewhere out of the room the blip appeared.       Maddie turned.  That's where Danielle's sleeping, she remembered, the fretting in her mind rearing back up again.  Maybe she'd check on her, just to make sure she was doing alright, before bed.  She gave the defective machine one last glance and then turned to go back upstairs.  What if there's really not anything wrong with it at all?  She grumbled to herself, decided that it was going to keep her up if she didn't get any sort of resolution at all, and slid into the rolling chair by the desktop computer.  The Ops Center upstairs might have had the biggest and most impressive weapons, but the mainframe was just as easily accessible from here, and she tapped into it.  The entire house was riddled with equipment (well, except for the kids' rooms, anyhow - Jasmine had argued tooth and nail for their privacy when they'd mentioned installing anything up there), and she'd know if any sort of spectral anomaly had made its way inside.       The little red dot on the screen was coming from the spare room, and Maddie's face went blank.  She knew there couldn't be a ghost in there - it would have caused such a ruckus, and it would have been impossible not to spot - and yet the little blip remained.       She remembered the alley, and how she'd assumed at once that something was wrong with her equipment.  It didn't take her long to reassess the situation; it was increasingly obvious that her readings were correct - or, at the very least, consistent - and her mind turned instead to the girl upstairs.  She wondered, cobbling together several hypotheses, if perhaps Danielle was being plagued by some sort of ghastly affliction.  Was there a spirit that was haunting her directly?  Had she been possessed?  Was she hiding a ghost with her?  Had she been exposed to some kind of ectoplasmic radiation, and that was what was setting her equipment off?  She could think of half a dozen tests to run right off the bat, but immediately scolded herself.  Just ask her in the morning.  Maybe she's got an explanation.       The scientist in her wasn't content, but the mother spoke louder.  What are you thinking?  Don't you dare scare the poor thing again!  She's been through enough.  She'd bring it up tomorrow, and see if there was anything that could be done to help her.  She wondered, too, about Danielle's parents.  She'd said she didn't have any - what happened to them?  Were they the ones haunting her?  Just thinking about it made her sick; she couldn't imagine having something like that hanging over the poor girl’s head.       She shut the lights off in the lab, leaving the specter-detector out on the work-table, and shuffled upstairs.  She'd have to have a talk with Jack in the morning about what had happened - she knew he'd understand.  He'd want to help poor Danielle out too.  She paused at the end of the hall, and peeked into the spare room.  Danielle was asleep; reassured, she went upstairs to bed.

      Danielle was not asleep.       The light had clicked off, and Maddie had gone, but the lump of dread in her stomach persisted.  She'd left Amity Park to find a way to stabilize herself, and to escape the wrath of her father; she'd heard about a group of ectobiologists out on the east coast that she'd thought might be able to help her, but she never made it that far.  By herself and with her ghost powers steadily draining away, she hadn't even made it across state lines before she'd been forced to turn back.  That left her at square one, worse off than when she'd left, and she knew she was running out of time.       Her mind turned back to Maddie.  She was certain that was the woman's name, despite the fact that they hadn't met.  To see her walking and breathing was disquieting, in the same way as hearing someone casually mention an  from so long ago that you weren't even sure anymore it had ever taken place at all.  It dredged things up from the haze of memory and brought them into a spotlight of clarity, and you'd find that, perhaps, you had preferred to keep those details obscured in shadow.       She could hear Maddie's footsteps as she descended into the lab.  She was tuned into that sound - she had been for as long as she could remember; some days, when she wasn't allowed out of her father's chamber, she looked forward to them.  He might dote upon her, or bring the cat down and allow the two of them to play for half an hour so he could have some time to himself.  On days like that, he would call her precious or dewdrop.  The first time he'd let her outside to the see the sun, he'd called her dearest angel.  She'd been over the moon, rolling in the grass and flying clumsily over the impeccably-trimmed hedges because she hadn't gotten good at it yet.  She smell of rain the day after that had sent her into a fervor.  Those were the days when she thought she loved him.  She'd forgive anything he'd done, and she'd do any favor that he asked.       She hadn't realized until much later how few of those days there were.  More likely than not, she'd be downstairs.  Every time she closed her eyes, she could still see it: her containment chamber, dark on the inside except for a rectangle of glass that allowed her to see out into the surrounding laboratory.  Her first memories came from the inside of that rectangle, isolated from anything he didn't want her to see or hear, back when she hadn't been given a name or a purpose.  Sometimes, she'd be pulled out and he'd put her to sleep.  When she woke up, she'd always be dizzy, and she'd feel different.  Different wasn't always bad; she'd woken up one day to find that she'd grown her very own legs, instead of the awkward and slimy tail that was there before.  Her father had opened her chamber after that and taught her to walk.  It hadn't taken long.  You're picking this up so quickly! he'd said.  He'd said that about most of her ghost powers, too.  It wasn't until he'd told her about her failed siblings that she found out that it was because he'd made her this way.  Until that point, she'd thought it was because she had tried her best, because she loved him, because she was special.       He'd only tell her she was special when he needed her to do something for him.  It was only for important things, not simple favors, and it was usually on the bad days.  He had a fair number of those; he'd storm downstairs, cape flying behind him, yelling in a frenzy about That Accursed Phantom, and whatever else had been plaguing him.  He'd always be in an uncontrollable rage - uncontrollable, at least until she promised to sneak somewhere and get something for him, or whatever other dangerous task that he'd have for her.  As soon as she said yes, he'd always give a huge sigh.  I knew I could count on you, he'd say.  I was afraid I was going to lose it.  I'd feel simply awful if I hurt you.       I always knew you were special.       For a long time, she'd believed it.  Until the day she'd met Danny, she believed everything Vlad had told her.  She'd taken it all, no matter what - why would he lie to her?  He was her father.  Fathers didn't lie; they didn't fight; if they punished or scolded, it was because she deserved it, she said something wrong, she broke something she wasn't supposed to touch, she hadn't tried hard enough.  The first time she'd seen Danny, he'd been That Accursed Phantom in her mind.  That was what Vlad would always call him.  He'd told her to hate That Accursed Phantom, and she had.        She had, until she'd talked to him, and until Vlad had pushed her too far.  Everything had come undone very quickly after that.  She'd found out that Vlad had been using her, and that he'd intended to discard her afterwards; her learned hatred for Danny vanished; she'd run away from it all after making a wreck of her home.  She'd ventured out but she discovered the hard way that she couldn't do it on her own.  Now here she sat, back in Danny's own house, having been taken in by his mother of all people.       She knew she had to talk to Danny.  That was the only thing keeping her here.  She wasn't sure how much longer she could stay whole if he didn't help her; she couldn't even risk transforming anymore, much less using any of her powers.  Even running too fast in her human form had begun to make her palms and her feet slimy, and she couldn't bear to think of what might happen if she was caught in any sort of fight.  Just wait until Maddie goes to sleep.  Then see if you can find him.      Could she even do that?  She knew how many ghosts came out at night.  Danny had a lot of enemies in Amity Park, he said once.  He'd cautioned her against meeting them.  Certainly, they'd be stronger than her.  Just because you're a ghost doesn't mean all the other ghosts won't come after you.  Dani, please be careful.  She'd been careful so far, hadn't she?  Of course she had - and she was still falling apart.  Falling apart means no ghost powers.  That was what she'd told herself when she'd started to melt even in her human form.  No ghost powers means stay out of trouble.  When the sun comes up, I'll find him.  There won't be any ghosts during the day.       She wondered, though: could she even last that long?  Even as she lay in bed, a small pool of ectoplasm had begun to stain the spare mattress.  It wasn't an issue when she slept, at least not yet, but that had been three days ago.  She had to get sleep sometime.  She was exhausted, and she was tired of being exhausted.  What would Danny say when she saw him?  What would he do?  She realized he'd probably want to bring her home.  His mother, he'd said once, was a ghost hunter.  She had a ghost lab, and she'd know enough to be able to help a ghost as well as hurt one.       That didn't make her feel better at all.  She wasn't going to get any sleep.

      By the time Maddie was awake, Danielle had disappeared.  She hadn't even gotten to tell Jack about it - she'd gone to check on her, and the spare room had been empty.  The nagging little voice in her was scolding, as if she had failed Danielle somehow, and she felt a twinge of guilt.  Was it something I said?  She sighed, and tipped the mattress back up against the wall.  There was a tiny puddle of dried fluid on the corner, and she frowned.  Well, at least it's something, I suppose.  She'd take it down to the lab for testing later.  Whatever was the matter with the girl, Maddie was sure it had something to do with ghosts.  She'd thought about it as she'd been drifting off to sleep the night before, and she'd come to the conclusion that there was at least one spirit, possibly several, that were haunting her directly.       Poor kid.       She turned and fetched a pair of scissors, snipping carefully around the sample of fluid and setting it on the work-table downstairs.  She contemplated about whether or not she really should tell her husband about this at all; he had one of his little pet projects to complete, and she knew they shared the space well even with separate agendas.  Besides, if the sample didn't yield anything interesting - perhaps she'd drop her hunch entirely.  What was she going to do, track the girl down?         Maddie turned back to the sample on the table.  At least half a dozen tests came to her off the top of her head, and in her curiosity she performed them all.  She'd left her notes open on the side of the work-table, and kept a chart of her results as they came in.

      Danny had slept through class again.       The final bell woke him, and only with the help of his invisibility powers did he slink past Lancer without being caught.  He ducked behind one of the vending machines in the hall to reappear (not that it was particularly important, he thought to himself - as far as he was concerned, being careful about this sort of thing had become optional most days), and then darted down the hall to his locker to meet up with Sam and Tucker.       Instead of either of them, he found Danielle.  She sat, propped up against the lockers, with her hands shoved into her pockets.  Her face was paler than he remembered, and she wore the sort of worried frown that told him she wasn't going to give him any good news.       "Danielle?" he asked, reaching through his locker and pulling out his backpack, "What are you doing here?  You don't look so good."       She shook her head.  "I don't feel so good either.  You remember those guys I was going to go see?  The ones that were going to help me?"       Danny's face fell.  "They couldn't, could they?  Man, I'm so sorry - "       "I didn't even get that far," said Danielle, pulling herself up to her feet.  "I had to come back here - I don't know what else I can do!"       "Hey - calm down, we'll figure something out," said Danny, "I can hide you away up in my room for the time being.  I promise I'll find a way to get your strength back up, okay?"       Dani hesitated.  "Well..."       "Well what?" Danny frowned, "Is there something else going on?  Is there someone after you?  Do I need to know about it?"       Inside her pockets, Dani's hands balled in an effort to keep them from melting too much.  She wouldn't meet Danny's eyes.  "I was at your house last night."       "You what?"       Dani flinched.  "Your mom - her name's Maddie, isn't it?"       Danny softened.  "Yeah.  Did you see her?"       "Yeah.  She found me outside, and she said I could stay."       "Are you going to?"       Dani shifted her weight onto one foot.  "I don't know, she's - I don't know if I can do it."       "Is it because of the ghost hunter thing?" Danny asked, "I can give you the pointers if that's what you're worried about - "       "It's not that."       Danny paused.  "What is it?  She didn't say anything mean, did she?"       "Not this time."       "This time?" Danny asked, frowning.  He couldn’t imagine his mother ever having said anything about Danielle at all, mean or not.  Had they even met before?  They hadn’t, as far as he’d been aware. "What do you mean - ?"       "I don't want to talk about it," said Danielle, who had refused to meet his gaze the entire time.  "It's just - I know it's stupid, but when I see her it makes me remember things - things from home, things I don't want to remember, all the stuff Dad did - "       "Danielle.  Listen to me."  Danny put both hands on her shoulders, giving her a serious, unblinking stare.  "I promise he's not going to hurt you.  Even if he finds out you're here - I'd kick his butt halfway across the state before I'd let him touch you."       Danielle nodded without looking up.  "I know."       "Look.  I'm not saying you have to stay at my house if you really don't want to - but you gotta have someplace safe, right?"       "Well, there's that empty building a couple of blocks from - "       "Dani, I'm serious!" Danny exclaimed, "Look at you!  You're one ghost attack away from melting into a puddle and you're sleeping in abandoned buildings at night?  When's the last time you've eaten?"       "Yesterday - I found half a sandwich out by - "       "That's not good enough," said Danny forcefully, "You think you're going to get any better out there?"       "What else am I gonna do?" Dani said quietly, "I can't go back home - no one else can help me."       Danny's heart sank.  He knew she was right; the only place with the equipment to help her was Vlad's creepy basement, and there was no way he'd ever go back there either, if he could help it.  Last time, Vlad had tried to force his transformation for one of those clones - he'd destroyed most of the lab during his escape, but it hadn't been easy.  He'd watched himself melt away into ectoplasm, and thinking about it still made his stomach turn.  That had been one of the other clones - he couldn't let the same thing happen to Danielle.  He'd never forgive himself.       A sudden idea struck him.  It was absurd and he hated it - but the longer he thought about it, the clearer it became that it was the only option.  "Danielle," he said suddenly, "I think there might be a way to keep you together.  I don't think you're going to like it - I know I don't, but - "       "What is it?" Dani asked, "Even if it's dangerous - you have to tell me.  It's not like I've got anything to lose at this point, really."       Danny let all his breath out at once.  "This is going to sound really crazy, and you're going to have to hear me out, but - I gotta tell my mom I'm half-ghost."       "What?" Dani faltered, "Why would you - ?"       "No, listen," Danny insisted, "She's the only one that can help us.  She's got everything in the lab downstairs - if I tell her everything that's going on she'll understand - she'll be able to help us.  I know she'll listen to me, and we'd need my DNA anyway in order to stabilize yours."       "But you've kept it secret - "       "Forget the secret," said Danny, more aggressively than he'd meant to.  He paused for a moment, let some of his tension out, and then continued: "I'd tell everyone in the world I was half-ghost if it would keep you whole.  I can't watch you drain away like this."        Danielle just stood in rigid silence.  She knew it wasn't fair for Danny to have to out himself like that - to the face of a ghost hunter, no less.  He was right, though.  She didn't have much time left.  Despite her best efforts, the tips of her fingers had begun to seep into the pockets of her hoodie, and she was certain she'd liquefy in an instant if she tried to use any of her powers.  She might not even make it to nightfall as it was.  Finally she just nodded.  "Okay."       Danny let all his breath out at once.  "Come on.  We gotta get you home."       She followed him back to the house, keeping her head down as if she'd been in trouble.  She could feel herself slipping away a little at a time; her skin had become slick all over, and her fingers had all but stuck together.  Even when she concentrated, the best she could do was keep herself from leaving slimy footprints on the sidewalk.       Danny pulled the front door open and dropped his backpack by the stairs.  He turned and peered through the kitchen, hoping to find his mother.  He could hear something whirring downstairs; she must already be busy.  "Mom?"       "Down here, hon!" she called back from the basement.  She was humming to herself - she must have been in a good mood.  Great.  Here goes everything.       He led Danielle down the steps, and he paused a few short of the landing.  He knew this wasn't going to be easy.  He'd put it off for so long, and made so many excuses for himself, that part of him had begun to assume he'd never let it on at all.  He steeled himself.  "Mom?"       Maddie turned, pulling the hood of her jumpsuit down.  "Danny, how was school - ?"       "There's something I have to tell you," said Danny all at once.  The anxious twinge in his gut dissolved as soon as he began, and he was glad for it.  "It's really important, and you have to promise you won't freak out because it's about something even more important - "       "Is this about school?" she asked, suddenly suspicious.  "You didn't get detention again - ?"       “No, Mom, listen," Danny insisted, ignoring her question entirely, "I need your help.  You have to trust me on this."       Maddie stiffened.  "Danny, what's this about?"       Danielle peered slowly out from behind him.  If either of her hands had still been intact, she might have given Maddie a nervous wave.  As it was, her heart sank a little further.       "Danielle?" Maddie asked, gaze shifting between her and Danny.  She still had her compilation of analyses on the work-table; the results had been conclusive in that the girl wasn't plagued by ghosts - she was one.  She turned back to Danny.  "What's this about?"       "I'll tell you everything," said Danny, taking a deep breath, "But first, you have to promise to trust me."       Maddie hesitated, but then nodded.  What was she thinking?  What sort of mother would she be if she didn't trust her own son?  "Alright, Danny.  I trust you.  Now what's this about bringing a ghost into the house?"       "You have to help her," said Danny, "She's unstable and falling apart.  I know you can find a way to fix her."       "Well, I - " Maddie faltered.  "Danny, I don't know, it's just that she's a ghost, and - "       Danny's eyes flashed.  "I know!  It doesn't matter!  She's just gonna melt away otherwise!  I can't let that happen!  Not after everything - "       "Everything?"       Danny's gaze fell.  He took a deep breath, let the tension out of his shoulders, and nodded once to himself.  Here goes.       He transformed.  He'd done it a million times, under any circumstances imaginable, and yet somehow this one was the worst.  The pounding heartbeat in his ears quit in an instant; the sudden void was gut-wrenching, and the deepened silence was almost too much.  He knew that he'd been wrong.  His mother wouldn't help them.  It was too late to take any of it back.  That and a thousand other things clamored in his head at once, but it was too late.  The secret was out.       Maddie was in shock.  Her mind ground to a halt, and one hand slowly came up over her mouth.  "My god...Danny, you're - "       "I can tell you everything," said Danny, meeting his mother's eyes at last, "But first, you have to save Danielle.  She doesn't have much time left."       Maddie was silent.  Her own son - a ghost?  Not just any ghost, she realized a minute later when her mind began to process again, he'd been the rogue hero Phantom the entire time?  She was suddenly acutely aware of everything she'd ever said about him - to his face, no less - and she knew she had failed him.  "Danny, I..."       "I know.  I should have told you about this a long time ago," said Danny, "I promised you I'd tell you everything, remember?  I meant it.  Dani and I both will."       Maddie's gaze fell to Danielle, who had gone almost deathly white.  "Is she - ?"       "Like me.  Mostly," said Danny, "She's got a lot of the same DNA as me.  Thing is, she was never completely stable, and the more energy she uses the more she falls apart.  There's got to be something you can do.  You're the expert."       Maddie forced her focus onto Danielle instead.  "Well, I think there might be a way.  If she's got the same genetics as you do - " (which would explain why I saw so much of him in her) " - in theory, I could borrow some of yours and get a stabilizer ready - "       Danny nodded.  "Do it.  Whatever it takes."

      An extra chair had been pulled from the hall closet so they could all sit at the kitchen table: Maddie, Jack, Jasmine, Danny, and Danielle.  The discussion began with Danny explaining about most of his ghost powers, and some of the escapades he'd had.  He and Danielle ratted Vlad out, and Maddie adopted her on the spot.  Jack was upset, which was to be expected, but he swore that he'd have Danny's back from then on out, no matter what happened.  Danny showed them the folder of notes on the various ghosts he'd encountered, and the map he'd drawn up of the Ghost Zone.  Maddie kept an increasingly extensive list of modifications to be made to the lab downstairs and a lot of the equipment in it, as well as a handful of other tools that would be for Danny and Danielle.  They'd go out together from then on, of course, and Maddie would excuse as many late notices from school as she needed to.  She and Jack would patrol on the weekends - even a ghost needs a day off, Jack said with a laugh.  Even Jasmine would start spending more time in the lab.  Fighting ghosts wasn't as much up her alley as designing and building tools and weapons, but she had a few ideas of her own that she'd like to see put to use. The discussion took almost all night, and ended up over ice cream.  Danielle was given the spare room, and of course they'd help her paint it and decorate it.

She was family now, after all.

[fatandnerdy30]

The Itsy Bitsy Spider 8

Peter really felt invisible in his hiding spot. He was currently hiding under the couch in the living room, holding on to the leg, hanging above the floor. The last hiding place Morgan had chosen wasn't very good, he had found her in minutes hiding in the hall closet. When she started sniffling, Peter did the only thing he could do. He said that if he hid really good and she could find him, he would allow her to play dress up with him for a week. But, there was no way he was allowing a little girl near him with a dress.

So, he had chosen the best place in the house, that she could reach, because she would cry foul if he was up on the ceiling or something. As he waited, he felt the floor trembling so much, he could have sworn there was an earthquake, his skin and the back of his head crawling as if twenty thousand ants were on him. The trembling got worse when he saw Morgan's feet go running by. "Uncle Rhodey!" she jumped into the man's arms, giggling. "Oof! Hello to you too, sweetheart. Where's your dad?" He put the girl down so she could greet the rest of the team. "He's still sleeping. He stayed up late with Peter." Rhodey gave her a confused look."Who's Peter?" he asked while walking to the couch. The teen was able to keep hold of the leg of the couch, his fingers gripping the wood to make sure he could stay. That was until someone literally crashed onto the couch, and he lost his grip, falling with a yelp as he hit the floor. Peter groaned as he got up, shaking his head. He didn't know why he didn't sense someone coming. Probably due to so many giant people in the room at the same time, and he wasn't used to his new senses. Peter slowly made his way from under the couch, patting some of the dust from out of his hair then stopped at the smell of Italian leather and turned to see a polished dress shoe right next to him. The boy looked up to see the shoe's mate high in the air above him, resting on someone's knee. What was going on? Who were these people? Suddenly he heard a voice that he recognized as Captain America and froze. Peter was in the same room as the Avengers team. The actual Avengers! Sure he had already met half of them, but the entire team was just steps away from him!? It drove his little nerdy heart into overdrive. He had to see them! The boy bit his lip and jumped up, gripping the edge of the low bearing couch. Using the threading, the boy climbed as quick as he could, glad right now for his sticky ability. Just as Peter was reaching the cushion, the leg that was resting on the man's knee moved directly over him. Peter gasped and waited for the impact, but luckily leg didn't crush him. However, it did knock the boy down. Peter reached out and grabbed onto the gray dress pants-who wears dress clothes casually?- and felt himself slam into the man's leg, the muscles stiffening at the feeling. Rhodey felt something on the back of his leg and reached down to scratch. He felt a lump and paled, sitting up. What was it?! Was it a spider? Please don't let it be a spider! He felt it crawling. "You alright, Rhodey?" Steve asked, coming over. "I think there's a spider on my pant leg!" the man squeaked, knowing he was acting out of character, but he HATED spiders! "Let me see," Wanda came over and crouched down, spotting a flash of red fabric. The last time she checked, spider's did not wear clothing. With a curious look, she made Rhodey turn and was met face to face with small boy wearing a Thor outfit. Peter squeezed his eyes shut when he felt his skin crawling so much he felt sick, plus the man's movements didn't help. When nothing happened, slowly he opened one eye and found himself staring at a woman's shocked face, a woman he knew very well from seeing her on his poster every morning when he woke up in is room. The Scarlet Witch had was staring at him in shock. He couldn't move, too scared to do anything but stare. Suddenly he was wrapped in red light and he let out a shout and held onto the man's pants, feeling the material rip a bit in his grasp, until finally he let go and just let it happen. "Peter?" Steve's voice sounded angry, but also worried. "What were you doing on Rhodey's pants?" Said man turned. "Who's Peter? He better not be the team fricking tarantula, or I swear I will....oh my god." "Aunt Wanda!" Morgan giggled. "You found Peter fair and square. Now I guess you're hers for a week!" Peter turned white at that, still hanging in the air. "Pl-please don't drop me," he stuttered. "What are you all talking so loud about?" Mr. Stark's annoyed voice came from the hallway. "Anyone seen Morgan? I need to ask her about something." Then his daughter came racing around the corner of the counter, jumping at him. "Daddy! Peter and I were playing hide and seek, but he keeps winning, until Aunt Wanda found him!" "Oof! Morgan, Peter was...wait, hide and seek.... Nobody move!" Tony didn't register what the girl had said right away, flying into panic mode. "Check the bottom of your shoes. You're in big trouble, young lady. Everyone check the bottoms of your shoes." "It's okay, Tony," Steve said, holding his hand out for Wanda to drop the boy into. He was heavier than he thought he would be. "Apparently he was hiding near the floor and got caught on Rhodey's pants." Peter watched from his position on Mr. Roger's palm. "I..I was hiding under the couch," the boy said. "What the hell is that!?" Bucky asked, pointing at him with a metal finger, eyes wide. It had been a few days since he was rescued and this was the first time he was surrounded by hundred foot tall adults, and it was kind of intimidating, even from waist high. "What is he?" Wanda asked as she bent down, smiling, her Russian accent heavy this early in the morning. She wiggled her fingers at the boy in a form of hello. Peter could only wave before Mr. Roger's took a step, causing him to fall back against his wall-like stomach. "Where do you want him?" the man asked Mr. Stark, who pointed at the counter. Seconds later, Peter tumbled out of the man's grip onto the cold marble. "You are in big trouble, too," Mr. Stark's stern voice came from above Peter. "Tony?" Bucky asked as he came closer to look at the small boy, wanting to pick up each limb to see if they were real. Tony waved his hand over Peter while he sipped his coffee. "Introduce yourself. And then explain what you're wearing." Peter blushed. "Hi..I'm Peter Parker. This is the only thing that came in one piece with no Velcro. I had to change into it after I had a bath, Mr. Stark!" "Who bathed you? Pepper and I were sleeping..." "I'm fifteen, Mr. Stark, I can bathe myself. But, Morgan brought out the water for me." He looked up at the man. "I'm not a baby, no matter how small I am." Tony stared down at the small teen who had crossed his arms and was actually pouting. He sighed. He wasn't good at this teenager stuff. He hoped Morgan wouldn't grow up. "Hey, short stack," Clint greeted as walked over to the pouting boy by jabbing a finger into his back, or at least trying to, because somehow he dodged it. "Hey! Hold still," the man teased, trying again, but failed when Peter actually flipped over his hand, sticking to his arm. "What's this? Am I getting old now?" "Oh, you're old, but that's not the case," Tony teased as he sipped his coffee. "I'll explain after you all explain what you're doing here so early." "SHIELD says Hydra is on the move...and looking for him," Steve pointed to Peter, who paled. "And they're desperate to get him back." "Why?" Sam asked, standing. "He's just a kid, from the looks of him." "I'm not a kid. Again, I'm fifteen." He frowned at the falcon. "Anyway," Tony said, completely ignoring the boy. "First things first. Both of you," Tony pointed to Peter on the counter then to Morgan. "Are in trouble. Morgan, wait for your mother. Peter, you're coming to the meeting room. If I have to sit through one of Steve's boring talks, so do you. But, breakfast first. Anyone wanna help?" "What!? Come on Mr. Stark!" Peter's eyes widened while Morgan pouted. "Don't give me that look, young lady. Try it on your mother, and yes Peter, I mean it." He got a bowl out of the cabinet and was busy whisking his second batch of eggs when Pepper came out. "Oh, already put the rest to work, huh?" she asked, kissing Tony on the cheek. "He's a regular slave driver," Clint griped as he worked on the waffle batter. "Only kids are safe from his tyrant ways." "Mm, yeah I can see that." She watched as everyone was doing something and spotted Peter, smiling as he waved at her. "So, I think Morgan has something she wants to tell you," Tony said, looking up for a second giving his daughter 'the look'. "Oh really? And what is that?" she put her best 'mom' face on as she sipped her coffee. "I...I might have taken Peter out of the room this morning..but I did help him get a bath!" The little girl's eyes went moist as she stared at her mother, lower lip sticking out. "Peter was hiding on the floor!" she whined, pointing to the boy. "Yeah, that look doesn't work on me. Time out corner." The woman then turned her attention to the boy who looked like he'd swallowed a lemon. What did we tell you Peter? You could have gotten hurt, even though you're being careful." "But mommy-" Morgan whined. "No but's young lady. Keep it up, and after breakfast your punishment will be no computer for three days." A tear trailed down the girl's face as she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest in a mood, but got up and walked to the chair in the corner, flopping down onto it.. "Peter, are you alright?" She bent down see the boy on the counter, seeing him wince in her sights. "I'm okay," He said sadly. He started walking over to Miss Scarlet, when he felt his skin crawl and he dodged just as a salt shaker roll past him. "Hey!" he cried and looked towards the guilty looking Steve. "Did you just try to....a-SALT- me?" The table  was silent before everyone snorted all around him, but Tony turned to stare at him in shock. "No, nope, the only one allowed to do dad jokes is me...or Clint." the billionaire stated. "You have to admit, it was kind of cheesy," Sam said, voice laden with amusement as he held up the cheddar he was slicing. "Did you not hear a word I just said?" Tony whined while Morgan giggled from the corner. "Yeah, we heard you, but nobody listens to you, so no big dill," Natasha said with a sly grin, Wanda laughing at that. "Look what you started, kid," Tony glared at Peter, though his eyes held a glimmer of amusement. "Now everybody's starting." He flipped the pan with the scrambled eggs. "Not my fault everybody here's a copy cat," Peter said and winced when everyone made a commotion over that, holding a hand over an ear. "Hey, hey, let's not forget who could fit under my boot, kid," Rhodey said kiddingly. "Yeah, but you'd have to catch me first." the boy cheekily replied. "He's got you there," Steve ribbed. "Who knew Thor would have such a good sense of humor." He laughed when the teen groaned. But, Peter swore that if this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. But he still had a 'punishment' to deal with, right? Could Mr. Stark have maybe revoked his phone privileges if he got any as a punishment? No, because that would mean he was a prisoner here. The Avengers wouldn't keep a kid as a prisoner....would they? A large plate was placed by him, breaking him from his foreboding thoughts as the heat from it warmed him, but the smell of the waffles was better than anything. "I never thought any of you would be able to cook," Peter said idly. They acted like a family in the mornings, actually. He liked it. "Are you doubting my mad skills?" Clint asked as he lifted another waffle from the machine. "Never try to speak slang, Clint," Sam said shaking his head. "Mm. Never again." "Okay, eggs are done, how we looking on everything else?" Mr. Stark asked. "Waffles are done," Clint responded as he flipped the last item out of the machines, waving his burnt hands a little. "Everything's done. Let's eat!" Rhodey rubbed his hands together, sitting at the table, eagerly piling his plate up. Pepper passed a small plate to Peter. "Here sweetie. Help yourself, okay?" She smiled at him. Peter nodded and turned towards the plates of food, more food than he could think to eat, but he was hungry, so he was going to try. He reached toward the eggs, pausing when he saw the steam rising from them. He felt the hair stand up on his arm and ducked when a hand sailed over him and Doctor Banner pushed some eggs off his fork. "There you go, Peter. Let's call that a truce." He smiled and continued eating, leaving Peter to eat. The boy smiled and nodded as the avengers teased one another, even laughing with them. All in all, it was a great morning. And then the meeting happened.....the day had started so great for Tony. True he'd gone crazy looking for Peter when he woke, but he had calmed since finding him. He glanced at the boy sitting on Clint's shoulder, talking to Wanda and blushing when the woman smiled. It seemed the boy had a good bond with the archer, which he wasn't jealous of...much. It wasn't like Clint had rescued the kid. But, the sniper did have teenager experience so he knew how to act with them.   Tony liked the kid. He was amazingly smart, funny and had a good heart from what he'd seen since Peter had been there. He was still nervous around Tony though, so to see him laughing so easily with Clint and the others made him feel...well, he didn't know what. Jealous? Yes, but there was something more. The thing with Tony, he wasn't good with the emotions. He was very bad at them, actually. But, he wanted Peter to laugh with him like he did with Clint. He was a selfish man after all. So, when they reached the meeting room, he surged forward and snatched Peter off Clint's shoulder with a little "mine", and walked to his seat, letting Peter go onto the table. "Mr. Stark? Why-" "Shh, meeting's about to start," the man said with a grin. The boy simply shook his head and turned to sit, leaning back against Mr. Stark's arm for warmth. "SHIELD has gotten some news on activity within Hydra, all based around him," Steve started, pointed to Peter, who turned a shade of green and white Tony hadn't seen before. "They're looking for him, and they're desperate. There's been no activity on their plans, but I know there's bound to be something in the works as we speak." A noise made them all turn to the door as Bruce walked through with a large cup of coffee, sleep still in his eyes."Sorry, sorry. Friday just told me about the meeting. What's wrong?" The doctor sat next to Tony, and smiled down at Peter, who waved shyly at him. "Peter, actually," Rhodey informed him. "Peter? Are you alright? Did any more powers or symptoms pop up?" The doctor was leaning in to look the boy over, trying to ignore when he pressed into Tony's arm. "Powers?" Natashe was interested as she leaned forward to study the boy. "What kind of powers?" "It seems that Hydra gave him a cocktail of Spider DNA mixed with Gamma radiation," Tony said angrily as he felt the boy shaking against his arm. "Could that be why Hydra is already looking for him?" Bucky stood and walked over to Tony "Tony, please let the kid answer." He pleaded the billionaire, staring him down until the man gave up, leaning back, but keeping his arms on the table. The Winter soldier nodded and leaned over Peter, not missing the way he was shaking, staring up at the soldier in terror. "Who are you, where did you come from, and why are you like that?" Bucky tried to keep his voice light, but his eyes were harsh. A hand touched his shoulder and he looked to see his best friend shaking his head slightly. "We'll get to that later," Steve told Bucky firmly, removing his hand from the man's shoulder. "First things first. We need a protective detail on the kid." Tony scoffed. "He can fit in any of our pockets, I think that's as protected as you can get with the damn Avengers." "That may be, but I will feel much better if Peter is watched every second of the day, no matter where he is." Steve argued, giving the man a look. "Oh come on, you don't think he's a spy, do you? Look at him!" Sam reached over and plucked the boy off the table by his Thor cape, the boy struggling and kicking, trying to get loose before giving up and panting. "Who can he hurt? He's literally smaller than my finger." For an example, the man held up his hand next to the boy. "See?" "Sam," Wanda said dangerously, her hands glowing red. Clint stood and had an arrow in his hand, steely gaze fixed on the Falcon. "Let Peter go." Slowly the man did what he said. "Sorry, kid...I wasn't thinking," he apologized. Tony cupped his hand around the kid moving it towards him, scooping the boy up to look him over, much to Peter's chagrin. "I'm okay," Peter said. "It was just a shock, that's all. I'm okay, promise." He put his hands on the fingertip, trying to stop it from touching his chin to lift his head. "Tony, he said he's okay," Rhodey said quietly. "Trust the kid's word." Stark gave Peter another once over before letting him go, forcing his hands away from the small teen, leaning back. Instantly the teen felt the lack of warmth, but didn't say anything about it, just glad to be out of the man's examining gaze. "Be that as it may," Steve continued after getting a nod from the billionaire, "I would still feel better making sure Peter doesn't wind up in Hydra's hands again. They've obviously gotten this far with their experimentation, and I don't want them to get any further. We've dealt a big blow to them by destroying their lab and taking Peter away from them. Which, even though I am still a little nervous about him, I am glad that he's not under their thumb at the moment." He gave the teen a soft look, which made Peter blush slightly at but thanked the man. "And let's not forget who actually saved him," Tony said light heartedly. "You're welcome." The boy turned toward him with a smile. "Of course, Mr. Stark. There's no way I could ever thank you for what you did for me." The man smiled quickly, then his face fell serious again. "So, we've had a little update on him," the billionaire said, leaning forward again, seeing Peter shiver a little. "Apparently, he's developed some...new abilities." he looked down at the boy who nodded. "As we stated before, the scientists gave him gamma radiated spider DNA the morning we found him." There was silence in the room, but every pair of eyes were on Peter, all of them full of anger. "What did they do to him in that lab?" Sam asked seriously. "It seemed," Steve said, "as though they really wanted him dead by the looks of that cage I saw on the floor." The captain moved forward in his seat. " What did that, son?" Peter shivered at the memory. "The soldiers...they came in with guns...they killed everyone, then tried to..." he took a shuddering breath, then Mr. Stark's hand was around him. "Well, looks like it's story time for the kiddies," Tony said, taking over for a grateful Peter. "Okay, so you all remember the mission the ones lucky enough to be here went on, right?" Everyone nodded. "Well, that happened to be an experimental lab run by Hydra....what we saw was...it was..." Tony took a deep breath. This was the first time he was thinking of it now that he had to. Blood splattered on the glass planes revealing lifeless eyes staring through him..."All the experiments had been killed moments before we got there," he continued. "Most of them were just kids. That's where we found Peter. He apparently was hiding after they tried to kill him, too, if the bullet ridden cage on the floor was the proof." Peter nodded, hugging himself. Not aware of it, he shuffled over to Tony's arm, leaning against it, shivering. "Wait, what destroyed that cage? Kid, how were you able to dodge bullets?" Natasha asked, an incredulous look on her face. "Are you like Scott, where the smaller you are, the slower things move and sound?" Peter shook his head. "N-no...." the teen began, nervously wringing his hands together as he began his tale, glancing up to see shocked and angry faces as he spoke. "You all move normally to me, which I think is kind of weird and scary...but it was super scary when the soldiers came in. They had their guns drawn...and...and they shot everyone...." he sniffled, eyes burning. "A few of those people...even though we couldn't speak...they were my friends." The boy took a deep breath. "Samantha was the girl with the red feathers...She was the nicest, always with a soft smile after the scientists threw me in my cage after a day of testing and shots. Jeremy, he was the boy with the tentacle like fingers. They tried to make him a sea-spy, but they couldn't make him able to breathe underwater, though that didn't stop them from trying. I just....I just can't believe they're gone." In just one second, their lives were snuffed out. Then he thought of himself, and how he was almost killed. The barrel staring him down like a gaping maw, the sound of the bullets being released from the chamber deafening to his ears. The heat and the smell of singed hair as he dodged the overly large bullets, mixed with the sound of bending metal...His breath came in pants, body shivering. Lights started dancing in his vision and the room around him spun. "Pete?" a voice called. "Pete, come on, you need to calm down. Take a deep breath." The hand around him suddenly was laid on his back, making the boy jump and spin, about to grab the fingers, when he saw Mr. Stark looking at him and his hands lowered. "Come on, Peter. Breathe." Tony placed his thumb against the boy's back so he could feel his pulse. The kid was having a bonafied panic attack, he would know the signs of it anywhere. "That's it, kid, good job." Peter took a deep, shuddering breath, the feel of Mr. Stark's heartbeat calming to him. The room stopped spinning slowly, his vision coming back to normal. "I-I'm okay...I'm okay..." Peter suddenly sat, his knees giving out. "Whoa...." "I think that's enough from the kid," Tony said, blocking Peter with his hands. "Hold on with the talk, let me call Pepper in to take Pete somewhere quiet, then we'll talk." Everyone nodded, but Clint stood. "Let me take him to Pepper, get him outta here faster." He came to stand next to Tony. "You okay with that, kid?" Blue eyes pierced Peter's and the boy nodded."Yeah, thank you." He climbed on to the offered hand.

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[justimaginethisblog]

Bucky Scares You

Scaring Bucky was honestly your favorite things to do. You loved that you could make him jump. You were always hiding around corners and jumping out, hiding in his closet and screaming in his face, hell, you even hid under his bed and grabbed his ankles one time. He was sick and tired of it. He was determined that he would give you a taste of your own medicine. He had an idea. It was perfect, but he was worried that it was too mean, so he went to Natasha, your best friend, for advice.

“No, I don’t think that it is too mean. I mean for God sake, she made you hyperventilate one time. I think that she deserves it”, Natasha said to Bucky.

“Are you sure, Nat? I don’t want to scare her too bad”.

“I’m positive, Buck” she said reassuringly.

----

Finally, you were back from the store. You had to go grocery shopping, and it took longer than you were expecting. You opened the front door, excited to see Bucky.

“Hey Buck, can you help me with these groceries” you call out. No response.

“Bucky?” you call again. Again, no response. You sit the groceries down on the counter and go to look for him. You go down the hallway, and you see Bucky standing in the doorway of the bedroom that you share, but he is in his Winter Soldier gear, muzzle and all.

“Bucky?” you say confused.

“Who the hell is Bucky” he replies. He immediately charges towards you. You are terrified. It immediately registers what happened. Something inside of him snapped. He was now the Winter Soldier. You turn to run, but it is no use. He is way faster than you are, catching you quickly and tackling you to the ground. He is on top of you, straddling you, pinning your arms beside of you.

“Bucky, it’s me, (y/n)” you say to him, but it fell on deaf ears. He tightens his grip on your arms.

You think that you are a goner, and you do the only thing that you knew what to do, close your eyes, and wait for your fate. You are waiting for the Winter Soldier to hurt you, or worse, then all the sudden, you feel his soft lips and he kisses you.

Your eyes snap open, and the muzzle is off his face, and he is smirking.

“Gotcha”.

You were shocked.

“Bucky, what the hell?!” you shout.

He is laughing now. “I’m sorry, doll, but you scare me all of the time. I had to get you back!” he says, helping you off the floor. “I hope that I didn’t hurt you when I tackled you. I tried to be gentle and use my arms to break your fall”. You were standing in utter disbelief.

“I cannot believe you”, you say, a smile tugging at the corner of your face, knowing that you had it coming sooner or later.

“You deserved it!” he said, still chuckling.

“I mean, I guess I did”, you mumbled. Bucky laughed in response.

“I love you” “I love you too,” you say, already plotting your next scare.

[lifeofbouyd]

Hospital Fight

Ever sat and laughed about shit that happened to you in the past. That's me every day; so much drama I don't even know how it got myself wrapped up in. I guess I haven't been living my life right but you can't blame me. It takes two to mingle and most the people I dated only dated me because they heard I was a hoe or because I was popular. Most these chicks already had a boyfriend or two; some even had a girlfriend. I remember dodging bottles at a party once because I was dating a lesbo and her chick found out, I've jumped fences, hid in closets and even had to leave certain locations in a hurry to save my life. If I was to tell people about my life they'd say it's a lie and to be honest; if I didn't know me I wouldn't believe it either.

I remember dengue was becoming a plague and killing a whole lot of people when I was in school. I prayed daily not to catch this sickness cause I didn't wanna die or maybe it was because I still had fresh chicks that I hadn't scored with yet; I can't really decide now that I think about it. I went to see my mom one evening and while I was there I started feeling I'll. I had every symptom for this death sickness and I sure as hell wasn't ready to go yet. If I did Y'all wouldn't even know half the things you know now; I guess everything does happen for a reason. I got admitted as soon as the doctor realized how sick i was. Word spread fast about my illness. It spread so fast that they had to be pushing visitors out the next day. Most my friends, family, current and X girlfriends showed up to support me in my time of need. As happy as I was I knew it wouldn't be long before shit started between these chicks . Being on my sick bed meant that all my girlfriends we're gonna come see me and that right there had drama written all over it. For the first day everyone got along, it seemed they were more concerned about my wellbeing. They took the liberty of introducing themselves without titles as if they all wanted to see who would say they're my girlfriend to start some shit. Every time someone else came, everyone stared at each other then stared at me. I could only imagine what they were saying; I bet he's banging her too, who’s this bitch?. The room was tense, you could feel the heat fuming from these girls. Everyone was silent while they killed each other with their eyes; they stared from head to toes and from toes to head. I was nervous as hell. Please god, don’t let them start shit.

Nurse: It's time for an injection Mr. Smith. Ladies can you move to one side so I can get to do this please? They moved slowly as if they didn't want to move. Which of these girls is your girlfriend Mr smith?

Me: 😮🤦‍♂️

Girls: 😳

Nurse: They all look nice. Which one of you is his girlfriend?

Sher: Im his girlfriend

Sammy: Excuse me. I’m his girlfriend

Janae: I guess we’re all his girlfriend

Nurse: Mr. smith that’s not very nice of you. You’re playing with these girls.

Me: Is this necessary, I just want to rest and get this sickness over with. Who’s gonna bathe me?

Girls: Mi

Nurse: 😄 is this a joke?

I laid there as these chicks argued over who’s gonna bathe me. Everyone on the ward was watching as it was days of our lives or bold and beautiful. This jumpy nurse had erupted an unwanted argument 🤦‍♂️. Why the hell did I get sick, why this nurse up in my business and why the hell do I have so many girls?. Eventually they ushered them and I had to call the helper to bathe me. She couldn’t help but laugh when she got there; she found fun in my pain and misery.

It was like this for another day or two as these girls had decided they’re not giving up. I had thought I lost them all but that just made it more intense. These girls started being friends when they realized they were all gonna be there till I got out. One day 3 girls came together and we were all having fun; talking about my dick and how I am . Lost in the conversation I didn’t realize my official girlfriend had walked in. I had mentioned her a few times to these girls but they’ve never seen her before; I guess her uniform gave her away. This girl was already 6 feet tall with the body of a grown woman; everyone went silent.

Tanya: Who are these girls?

Me: 😰 ask them 😬

Tanya: Who are you girls, I’m his girlfriend Tanya.

Chrissy: I’m Chrissy, this is Shaunagay and this is Amelia.

Tanya: what are you to Bouyd?

Surprisingly everyone said friend 😯 I guess they were threatened by her size or maybe it was respect for my relationship. I was scared as hell. She didn’t stay long as she had somewhere to be. By the time she left several other girls came calming to be my girlfriend. Even girls I didn’t know I was dating. It’s as i was having my own series of Teacher’s pet.

The jumpy nurse came to inject me as always with her million questions. It was time for me to bathe and this time they agreed on who’s gonna bathe me but they also agreed no one touches the dick 🙄. How can a guy bathe and not wash his dick, that made no sense to me but to them it was death before dishonour. They had a dick stand off, literally 😂. They took me to the bathroom and got me undressed; as sick as I was several thoughts ran through my mind at that time. I considered this a perfect orgy setting; four of my girls with me in the bathroom, who do I bang first?. I’m my mind my dick was hard as velarían steel but when I looked at it, it seemed more like a dead snake to me 😂. It was just hanging there.

Mellisa: So this is the dick we all here for?. Doesn’t seem like much to me.

Janell: Shut up and bathe him or I’ll fuck you up.

Keachia: I thought we all agreed not to mention his dick. After all I’m the only one here getting it.

Me: 🤦‍♂️

Shan: We’ve had sex once

Mellisa: So I guess I’m the only one he hasn’t fucked. She grabbed it as if she wanted to pull it from the root. Why did you fuck them and not me?

By the time I could even say a word she received a straight right across the face. Janell landed the first punch; “I told you to shut up”. Mellisa isn’t the kind of girl who backs down from no one, so I knew shit was gonna get bloody. Mellisa dived on Janell and they started wrestling; throwing punches, scratches and pulling each other’s hair. The other girls stood there watching them fight. All hell broke loose when Mellisa threw a jug of water on Janell. All three girls including me got wet. Instantly Shan joined in and attacked Mellisa, that’s when I got scared. I was leaned against the corner of the shower hardly able to walk much less in any state to part a fight. They were like lions fighting for a piece of meat. They kicked, punched, scratched and pulled each other. I had to do something. Keachia stepped out when Shan joined in. I tried parting the fight only to be pushed down. Blood started spraying all over the place. It seemed someone got stabbed.

I screamed (((nurse, nurse, nurse))) as loud as I could. They came rushing to the bathroom instantly. The security had to be called to separate them. By the time they got there blood was all over the place. we all thought it was one of the girls bleeding but on checking we realized the drip was pulled out and that’s where the blood was coming from. The security tossed them out and told them never to come back as they’ve being nothing but a disgrace to their uniform and to me the man they claim they love. They praised me, as if I was king and I was doing something good. They had no idea how terrified I was, I legit shit my pants that day watching them fight. Neither of these girls was my girlfriend nor was I their “right out man”. What if my girlfriend hears this, what if this causes us to break up, is it even worth it, do these chicks even love me or is it just the dick?. After all, I sure ain’t no Mandingo so what the hell were they fighting for. I laid on my bed looking in the ceiling thinking about what just happened; I couldn’t help but smiling to myself even though I felt bad. I didn’t even bother to mention this to my friends as this was too much drama and they were the kind of friends who would mock these girls day and night. I couldn’t mention it to my girlfriend cause she would surely break my neck 😂. I broke up with all the girls except my girlfriend once I got out tying to avoid the drama. But even so drama has followed me through out my life. I still winded up fucking Mellisa and to be honest I wish I could take it back. This chick had more bad luck than Professor Doofenshmirtz 🤦‍♂️. I met in an accident, lost my phone, got robbed and got kicked off the badminton team just because I was fucking her. Soon as we broke up shit went back to normal.

Eventually I cut them all off, but that only created room for much more drama I wasn’t even ready for. That experience had taught me a life lesson; never get admitted and if you do, only tell your girlfriend 😂. This way there won’t be a fight at your hospital bed. Through out my remaining time in high school I avoided being admitted but there was always an altercation between women. I guess Some habits die hard. But no need to worry future wife, I’m a changed man today and you’ll see that someday.

[ellygoesnyooom]

Could you do the cockroach thing, but with a mouse? They sometimes pop up and it really frightens me, to the point I'm crying, and screaming for help on top of whatever I can get on.

Oh man, I understand the fear, anon. At the riding stables I work for, we would find mice in the grain and feed bags, and I absolutely hate it. We also had snakes, but that’s a whole other story for another time. Anyways, I did it for all of the characters included in the original cockroach, I hope you don’t mind. I also made it so no mice died in this, because I really don’t like the idea of killing any animals, including mice. Enjoy!

Yoosung:

You  had never had issues with mice in the house, so you never really had to worry about finding one

Which is why you nearly had a heart attack when you saw one chilling out on the kitchen floor

You had just returned from the grocery store with Yoosung, arms full of groceries. He was still grabbing some from the car when you came in

As soon as you saw the mouse, you screamed and scrambled back, dropping a few of the bags in the process

In turn, the mouse darted away, startled by your outburst

“MC?!” Yoosung came barreling into the kitchen, face ashen in fear. When he sees you are okay, some of the color returns to his face. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

When you told him a mouse was loose in the house, he had to hold in his laugh. “Oh, a mouse? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it for you!”

He wasn’t laughing when he found the mouse, though

Neither of you quite knew what to do, but eventually, with the help of the internet, he set up some non-lethal mouse traps in the house

It took a while, but eventually, the mouse got stuck in one of the traps

The two of you (aka Yoosung) released it back into the wild, very far away from your house. Then, the two of you spent hours cleaning the house top to bottom to ensure that no mice get back in

Zen:

Zen was at rehearsal, so you were left home alone for the day. You didn’t mind, as you would busy yourself with cleaning and catching up on your different interests

You were in the living room watching TV when you spotted movement out of the corner of your eye. When you looked, a little mouse was scampering about in the corner of the room

You squealed and tucked yourself up on top of the couch, eyes locked on the little rodent, which still hadn’t run off

Thankfully, your phone was within reach, so you called Zen. He didn’t answer at first, so you kept calling until he finally picked up

“Jagi? I’m in the middle of rehearsal, is something up?” At this point, the mouse was making it’s way towards you, inching closer and closer. You were in the verge of tears, stuck on the couch

“Zen, there’s a mouse! In the house! And it’s getting c-closer-GET AWAY FROM ME!” You screamed when it got too close for comfort. As a result, it bolted

“A mouse? MC, are you going to cry? Hold on, let me talk to the director.”

You remained frozen on the couch, terrified to move. Zen finally arrived about half an hour later, wielding non-lethal mouse traps to set out in the house. “I told the director I was feeling sick and needed to go home. Let’s keep the mouse situation on the down-low from him, shall we?”

Neither of you knew where the mouse was, so you set a trap in every room and waited not so patiently

In the meantime, he distracted you with movies and cuddles, even ordering a meal out

By the end of the night, the mouse had found it’s way into one of the traps

The mouse was released back into the wild. You kept the traps up for a while to be sure there was no more mice, and after being satisfied that there are no more mice, finally could relax again

Jaehee:

You were getting ready to shower and walked into the bathroom when you found the mouse cowering next to the bathtub

You quickly yelled and got out of the bathroom, locking it in the bathroom as you went in search of Jaehee, who had conveniently took the day off 

She was relaxing in the living room when you burst in

“There is a mouse in the bathroom!” You practically yelled, eyes wide and scared

She thought you were pulling a prank on her, but went along with it anyways

It was not a prank, and you could tell she was unnerved by the animal in the bathroom by the way she gasped out and slammed the door to the bathroom

“Yep, that’s a mouse,” was all she said, and you mentally facepalmed

“Well, MC, it’s locked in there for now. I have no idea how it got in here...”

Neither of you liked the idea of lethal mouse traps, so she came up with the idea of 

A few hours later, when you checked, the mouse was trapped. You were unwilling to get near it, so Jaehee stepped forwards and picked up the trap with the mouse still in it and carried it outside to be set free

The next day, both of you cleaned the entire place to ensure that 1) there was no more mice, and 2) to keep mice away

Jumin:

Jumin was working in his office for the day, and you were scrolling lazily on your phone in the living room, Elizabeth lazing around next to you on the couch

You didn’t think much of when Elizabeth’s tail started to wildly flick, and still didn’t find it odd that she quickly jumped down from the couch and darted off. She would do that at random with energy spikes, so it wasn’t odd

She started to growl and mew out anxiously from one corner of the room, pacing and pawing at one certain spot beneath one of the couches, and that’s when you finally got up to see what she was so obsessed with

You had to use your phone’s flashlight to see underneath, but immediately regretted it

A mouse was cowering against the wall beneath the couch

You quickly got up and ran to Jumin’s office, barging in without knocking

He looked up, quite startled at your sudden entrance. “Oh, MC. Is something-”

“There’s a mouse in the living room!”

His eyebrows furrowed as he thought. “Are you sure it was a mouse? There has never been any issues with mice here.”

“Well, Elizabeth 3rd was chasing it for quite a bit, and I saw it underneath the couch, so I would have to say it is quite real.”

He called an exterminator to come and take care of it, asking them to not kill it in the process after you requested it

The mouse was taken care of quickly, and you were able to return back to your previous activities. Except this time, you hung out with Jumin, just in case another mouse decided to ambush you

707/Saeyoung:

He had dealt with plenty of mice in his bunker, so it didn’t come as a surprise to him when you screamed about a mouse in the bunker

You were panicking about the mouse, practically in tears as he calmly prepared a trap and set it out

“Shhh, MC. It’ll be gone before you know it!” Saeyoung tried to comfort and distract you with jokes and affection. Though you did laugh a bit, he could tell that you were still very anxious about the mouse, your eyes darting at the floor and at the corners of the room

Eventually, after jokes weren’t enough to calm you, he took you out for a while

The two of you went out for dinner and took a walk through the park. He did everything in his power to distract you from the mouse

By the time you returned home, you had almost forgotten about the mouse and were laughing at his jokes

Key word is almost

He went inside first while you stayed in the car, waiting anxiously for him to come out

When he did, he had the mouse in a container. Part of him wanted to give it to you to tease you, but the look in your eyes as you saw it had him thinking twice

He released it, and was rewarded with a long hug from you. “You’re my hero, Saeyoung~”

He could get used to that

V:

The two of you were taking a walk together when a mouse scampered out into the path in front of you

You squealed in shock and hid behind V, eyeing the mouse up ahead with scared eyes

V didn’t know why you were so scared at first until you pointed out the mouse in front of you

He was confused about why you were so scared. “We are outside, MC. It’s in it’s natural habitat.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that it is a mouse!” You retorted. For some reason, the little mouse was still there, munching on something it found on the ground

With a sigh, he gave you a quick squeeze to try and comfort you and walked forwards

His forwards movement startled the mouse, which darted off and out of sight

“You sure can be weird, MC, but god, do I love you.” He just laughed and took your hand, continuing your walk as you gripped tightly to his hand, grateful to have him

Saeran:

He hated to admit it, but he hated mice

He wanted to seem tough and manly, especially to you, but when it came to mice - and rodents in general - he couldn’t stand them

So, when you screamed “Mouse!” from the other room, he nearly bolted out of the house

Be a man, Saeran. Save MC, he told himself as he went into the dining room

You were stood up on top of a chair, shivering like a leaf in the wind as you stared at a small brown mouse in the middle of the room

“Saeran, help! Please!” You pointed at the mouse, and he swallowed before nodding. 

“Um, I can, uh...” He looked around frantically, trying to find something to help get rid of it when he spotted the closet that held the broom. “Hold on, MC.”

He grabbed the broom and quickly ran to open the nearest door leading outside. 

Carefully, he reached out with the broom and coaxed the mouse forwards, towards the door

It took a long time, but he finally got the mouse out of the house and slammed the door on it, leaning against the wall to calm his racing heart

You eventually came out and wrapped your arms around him, thanking him for saving you

When he realized that he saved you, a proud smile spread on his lips. Maybe he really was a bit manly, if he could do that without fainting

Vanderwood:

As soon as the word mouse left your lips, disgust was already making his stomach churn

Mice are dirty and disgusting to him, and the thought of living with one made his stomach flip

“Where is it, MC?”

You were shivering as you pointed towards the bathroom. “I locked it in there.” Well, that makes his job a bit easier

He didn’t care about killing the mouse or not, but when he went to go buy mouse traps to kill it, you immediately stopped him, begging him to not kill it

Well, what do you want him to do then?

He eventually went online and found some ways to non-lethally capture the mouse, then set about preparing the trap

While the two of you waited for the mouse to go into the trap, Vanderwood busied himself with looking for possible sources of the mouse. Finding nothing, he busied himself with cleaning instead

After a few hours, he checked up on the mouse. He was pleased to find the mouse trapped, and released the mouse outside as quickly as possible

“There, no more mice.” You shocked him by giving him a quick hug and calling him “your hero”. He brushed it off as nothing, but had a small smile on his face as you walked away from him