#so I was sketching spiders because they freak me out a little

[sobselpop]

Just another day in paradise

[littyhoney]

Can we please have Earth 1610! Miles x reader where throughout their journey, the reader has been envious of Gwen because of Miles' feelings for her and he was completely oblivious about Y/N's feelings for him. Then comes the events and reveal of Earth 42! Miles, which he and Y/N were together but his Y/N ended up dying. As the story goes, both our Miles and Reader gets taken and when our Miles wakes up being tied against the punching bag, Y/N comes after him to save him but Earth 42! Miles is blinded with envy and was still in love with Y/N so he pins them on the ground in front of our Miles as he watched his other self trapped Y/N in his arms and praising their beauty. This makes Miles realize that seeing his other self worship Y/N makes his heart burn with Jealousy and realize that he has been in love with Y/N all along, not Gwen. Thank you so much!

Treasure to him.

(Earth 1610! Miles x F!Reader x Earth 42! Miles)

Warnings: Heavy angst, mention of gun, slight toxic, manipulation, very long story

Word count: 5.3K words (longest one fic i have ever write)

Ps: This is an apology piece from me for the delay of chapter five of Right person,Wrong time. I can't promise you guys when i would release it but i hope with this piece it would be something fun for yall to read. I appreciate every single reblogs and words of encouragement for me to write i love yall are so sweet. Enjoy spiders! <3<3

(In earth 1610, before the ATSV events)

You and Miles have known each other since he first step in the Vision Academy, you knew him by the tittle 'cop kid' since like half of the school witnessed Miles embarrassing moment of him and his dad. But you found out that the 'cop kid' is actually a sweet,charming yet awkward boy. You always wait with anticipation for him to walk in the class that you two had in the same time just so that you can see what’s new in his sketchbook, his graffiti sketches some of his portraits its so well drawn that you are mesmerized by it. You also hang out together either to study or you just want to sit together listening to music while you watch the master creating his masterpiece.

Day by day you just start to like his stupid corny jokes about science, his eyes that reminds you of the warm sun and that stupid sweet smile of his. It’s hard not to fall for him, whenever you hang out he would hold your hand to cross the road because he doesn’t want you to fall behind or trip. The little banter you both have when you both come up with a stupid question like “does pineapple belong on pizza”.

But it all changes when he met this ‘Gwanda’ girl or Gwen is her real name since you been in the same class as her after she got transferred here apparently. Ever since he met Gwen he has been weird, that’s when you know he is the new Spider-man of Brooklyn. How do you know? You walk into his room with Ganke one day to his dorm room to return his notes, you look up to see not only Miles on the ceiling but with Gwen and seems to be more spider people. Resulting to Ganke falling back pass out while you got web by one of them.

As the months pass by you and Miles grew closer, you been with him through thick and thin. He need notes? You lend him yours, need someone to dial cops on criminal or villain that he caught? Your phone is ready, need someone to let out some pent up frustration? You will listen to him and be there for him every time. You understand being a hero for the city and a student in such a prestige school in Brooklyn can be too much for him, not to mention he is a freaking teenager. You show him support and love to him hoping that he would notice you feelings for him, of course you did all of that not only because of love,but because you genuinely care for him. But the moment the two of you would just sit together and chatting away through the evening at the ‘Foam Part’ coffee shop, everything just feels right again.

Today is the day that you will admit your feeling for Miles,feet tapping nervously on wood tile with your drink have gone down half of the cup after you keep sipping on it. You been waiting for Miles for half an hour now,you have left him a few messages but he doesn’t respond to it. But he did promise to meet here today, but thanks to his delay you keep reciting the script in your head on how you going to confess to him. Maybe make it quick and straight to the point like “Hey miles look, I like you” or make it sentimental like “Miles,ever since I met you a year ago-” your train of though got interrupted by a ring of a bell from the entrance of the coffee shop.

There standing by the door, slightly out of breath stand Miles Morales. He look around the coffee shop trying to see a familiar face, when his eyes land on you a smile is send to your direction. He make his ways to you before sitting down with a big sigh “Finally! Im done dealing with that guy” he muster up the best puppy face that he can at you “Im sorry that im late (Y/N), as a sorry I’ll buy your (favorite dessert) what do you say?” he tilt his head to the side leaning forward.

Oh how can you be mad at him after that very tempting deal so you roll your eyes and smile at him “Alright alright apology accepted,but this will be the last okay?”. He laugh and nodding his head “Aigh I’ll make sure next time I won’t be late, I be right back” he give you a wink before walking to the counter to order his drink and getting your dessert. You sit there smilling to yourself,the butterfly fluttering in your stomach.

Few minutes later Miles return with the set items “here ya go! Enjoy” he put the small plate in front of you and keeping his hot coco to himself. “You don’t have to you know,a sorry would suffice” you insist while picking up the spoon. Miles shake his head waving his hand “Nah nah I feel bad keeping you hangin man, that’s the least I could do for you”. You just let out a chuckle and nod,it’s free food so.

Like always, you are curious as to what he have been drawing this week so as you feed yourself a spoonful of sweetness “So,anything new you been cooking up?”. Miles put down his cup before nodding “Yeah yeah I have a few new pieces, here” he turn his body slightly reach for his bag pulling out his black sketchbook that is decorated by stickers “Here,check it out” he slide the book to you.

You open up the book skipping few pages back until you see a new art have been drawn by him “Whoa, these are neat Miles” you smile wide as you take in the details and bright colors of the pieces he drawn. “I wanna put up that one up on a wall,I’ll let you know when though” he says as he watches you going through his precious book. You chuckle “can’t wait Miles” you flip to another page, seeing the familiar spider people like that particular black and white spider, Miles told you his name is Spider Noir.

Your eyes trail to another piece in the page, your smile fell slightly. It’s a drawing of the familiar blonde girl, Gwen. You can’t lie that Gwen is a beautiful girl and very talented, the drawing capture her smile and her cool shaved hair that gives her more personality. The envy feeling return but you swallow it down “Wow someone is having a crush huh” you said teasingly at Miles lifting your head to look at him,with a soft but pain smile. “What do you mean?” Miles says furrowed his eyebrows. You turn the book held it up towards him lifting one of your eyebrow “Come onn don’t lie,it’s pretty obvious Miles”. Miles eyes widened “What?! no no nahh you got it wrong im not pfff that’s funny nah nah” he says as he cross his arms over his chest after waving his hand side to side.

You roll your eyes snapping the book shut putting it down on the table “Please you been talking and drawing the same spider people these past months, and you been drawing Gwen a lot too” you give him a pointed look. Miles sigh and put his arms on the table “Look (N/N) whatever it is you’re thinking it’s not that I like her its just that I…I miss her,I miss them” he gesture his hand to the book “It’s, kind of lonely being the only spider-man you know”.

You purse your lips before sigh lightly “I hope one day you can meet them again Miles” you reach for his hand,holding it both in yours. “You’re not alone here Miles, you have Ganke…you have me”

Miles look into your eyes,he is stunned. For as long as they have been friends, Miles does have a tiny crush on her. Miles just like the sound of her laughter or when she scrunched her face at his corny joke makes him forget his problem for a while. He feel comfortable with her,he feel free to be himself with or without the mask. He knows that she’ll be there whenever he needed her help, he also put an extra work to his drawings because he wanted to show you only the best pieces of art from him. But when he met Gwen and to know that she is also a spider,it feels different to him. He know how much Gwen understands him, he doesn’t feel different of being the odd one. He is confuse, over his own feelings.

“Look Miles I been wanting to tell you something” your voice snap him out of his thoughts. “W-what is it (N/N)?” Miles look at you with anticipation.

You on the other hand is having a battle with yourself in your head going back and forth with ‘tell him you feel better’ or ‘Don’t tell him and pretend’. You squeeze his hand in your palm slightly, building up the courage. ‘this is it,if he won’t return my feelings at least I get it off my chest’ you blew out an air and open your mouth “Miles, I…” the word is stuck in your throat. ‘Just say it,say it!’ you mentally scolding yourself.

Just as you open your mouth a loud crash and a panic yelling come from outsdie of the cafe, you and Miles turn to look at scene to see few robbers went inside a car while the owner is screaming for help. ‘Wow…the universe hates me huh’ you look back at Miles to see him already looking at you with a clear ‘I gotta go sorry’ in his eyes. You just tilt your head to it with an understanding smile “Go get em spidey”. Miles smiles at you, and starts to stand up but be he stops “Wait,what is it that you want to tell me?”. You shake your head “No no it’s nothing important really,just school stuff”. But Miles know better and reassure you “Look i know its important, so tell me later okay?” he says as he start to walk backward to the door “Got it?”. You nod your head “got it now go!” watching him runs out of the cafe.

Well there goes your moment to confess, you sight as you take out your phone calling your best friend.

(In earth-42 before the ATSV event)

You climb up the fire escape to Miles hideout,where he and uncle Aaron would do their plans and fixing on his Prowler suit. You know this when the day his father died he sworn to keep the neighborhood safer,not only for his mom but for you too. He try his very best not to let two of his most beloved people in his life have the same fate as his dad.

You being a lovely partner support him and his ambition, you help him provide some of the material he needed. When he got hurt or beaten up, you would be there tending him on the couch, When some day comes the day where he is drown by guilt of not saving or do anything to save his dad, you will be there either holding him or be on the phone with a gentle voice to remind him that “It’s not your fault love”. You are his anchor that keep him grounded in the sea of his big responsibilities. He have to be the man of the house, helping his mom, be a student and survive in this dangerous city.

But the two of you are such a great couple, Miles would walk you to and back from school. Always walk together hand in hand through the school hallway, keeping you protected from anyone try to do anything. Secret kisses and sweet words exchange with a whisper, only a blind person could not see how in love these two couple are. The love and tenderness in his eyes whenever he look at you as you busy telling him about your day. One time the two of you spend the whole night dancing to uncle Aaron’s boombox that he borrowed, it ended with his arms around your waist while your arms around his neck gaze into one another swaying to the music.

That moment will always stuck with you, as you reach the window to his hideout. You heard music blast coming from inside, you pull the window up and crawl in making your way to your man. Miles seem busy with his claw sitting on the stool, so you gently wrap your arm around his waist from behind giving him a soft kiss on his neck “Hey love”. He hum lifting his head from hunching over the claw turning his head to give a kiss on your temple “Hey princesa” you smile at the nickname.

“You been so busy lately love, we spend little to no time together this week but on call for hours”  you push yourself away from him leaning on the table beside him. Miles continue to temper with his claw “lo siento, princesa. Promise after I finish with this I’m yours for the night” he glance at you. You look over to the other side of the table to see his black sketchbook, you reach and open it to see few of his old drawings he made. He have less and less time to draw his heart out these past weeks, you keep turning the pages when you see a beautiful drawing of you. You graze your finger over it to see the details and pop out colors. Your hear swell to see he have been drawing you on the few pages back, he drawn you when you’re in class and when you were practicing volleyball he capture your smile every single one of it.

“Aigh im done now, you good mi amada?” Miles call out to you as he grabbing his signature green and purple jacket, he turn his head to see you looking at his sketchbook eyeing on the particular piece that he draw few days back. He knows you love it when he draws you, he wrap one of his arm around your waist leaning his head on yours “Mi amada come on, you can check em out later”. You put the book down chuckling “Okay okay Mr Morales im goingg” you broke out a grin as he drag you by the waist to the same window you came in.

You spend the night getting tacos and chatting together in the cafe you love to hang out at, Miles insist of paying the drinks and your favorite dessert as you two stand patiently at the line to order. Miles held you close to him both are oblivious as what will happen to them soon. A figure dress in all black with hoodie up and mask covering half of his face, he walks up to the cashier.

“Uhm sir you need to be in line to order please” the little waitress says a bit skeptical at the man. “I’m not here for that, the register. open it��� the guys says making the waitress even more confuse “E-excuse me sir?”. The guy sudden reach for his back pulling out a gun pointing straight at her “I said open the register now!”

His voice caught the attention not only to the two of you but the few teens in the cafe, once it clicked in their head what is happening some reach for the phone to dial the police but the robber turn around keeping the gun up “If any of you even think of putting your phone up I’ll fucking shoot you!”

Miles already pulling you behind him, his mind is racking for any plans so that this situation won’t get out of hand. You on the other hand holding on to your phone already dialing the 911 but you let the operator listens to the whole commotion, You hand grips tightly on Miles arm, heart beats so fast that you can hear it in your ears. “Miles, what should we do?” you whisper to him. “It’s okay, I’ll handle this okay?” you held on to him with a frown, you know he can handle a simple robbery with his Prowler suit but right now he doesn't have anything to defend himself. “don’t be ridiculous you don’t have your suit” you hiss out through your teeth furrowing your brows at him.

Miles turn his head to his face hold a serious expression,his tone is stern “Just stay out of it, let the police know what happen okay?” before you could protest Miles already make his way to the robber grabbing on to his shoulder turning him around grabbing his arm twisting it. The robber yelp at the sudden attack from Miles, the pain from his twisted arm making him let go of the gun, the weapon fall to the floor as the two struggle accidentally kicking the gun to your direction. You look at the gun and look at the two, you quickly reach down to the gun holding on to it so that the robber won’t take it.

The robber look at the gun and then up to you, the look on that guy’s face strike fear in you, you hand starts to tremble holding the gun. The robber punch Miles straight to his face,this time without his mask the pain makes Miles stumble to the side making the robber charge towards his terrified partner. “Give that to me bitch!” He grab on to your arm so hard that it is starting to hurt, but you determine to keep holding on to the gun.

Miles shake his head to relieve the pain slightly to see his partner and the robber are fighting over the gun, in panic he rush over to them “(Y/N)!”. Suddenly everything turns slow mo, the robber tug the gun hard from your grasp turning it towards you and

BAM!! BAM!

Two shots have been released, a searing pain runs through your abdomen and chest. The blows making you stumble back on your feet a few time before your knees buckle underneath you, you body slammed on the floor. The sounds of people screams muffle and your vision starts to get blur.

Miles look at the scene eyes wide, ‘no,no this can’t be happening’. He rushes to your side in his head screaming ‘Please no, god no no not her too’ his hand hover over the gunshot before he softly says to you “Okay okay I'm going to turn you around baby” trying to reassure you and to himself. He carefully lift one of your side to look at the gunshot to see if it went all the way through, it does. You are bleeding out a lot, loosing blood by the second. He look back to your face to see you are crying and gasping, he hold your face with both of his face, he try his best to hold on to his tears as he choke out the words “Baby listen to me you’re gonna be alright, just hold on for a little longer baby please”.

The robber realized what he had done run out of the cafe, but Miles paid no mind as he is grasping on to you. You feel yourself is slowly slipping away, your eyes locked on to the beautiful brown eyes of your boyfriend. Struggle to breath you choke out the words “I-im scared Miles”. He held on to your hand bringing it to his cheek “Im here baby I’m here” he says as a tear runs down his cheek dripping on to your cold cheek. You know it be the last time you will ever see his honey brown eyes, with a last energy you mustered “M-Miles I-”

Then silent…to Miles everything around him is muffled, he is staring into your eyes as you pass to the other side. Your warm hand is now cold In his, he already misses your voice. He hold your limp body to his chest sobbing as he chant

“I’m sorry”

(Back to earth 1610 Miles and Reader)

For some reason everything went wrong so fast in one day, you and Miles barely survive the spider arm. One after another happened in a such pace you could barely catch up but now Miles have successfully got both of you home,or not. You are waiting patiently on the rooftop of his apartment to help him with the Spot but your eyes widened at the big graffiti on the wall of the other building, when did Mr Morales died? You remember that Miguel says his death will be in two days. The sinking feeling in your stomach is making you panic, you pieces together that you are in a wrong home, in a wrong dimension. The once lively and beautiful city turn into this dark and grimy city,the street that are always filled with people is now silence, you're in a completely different place. You run your fingers through your hair in frustration “Oh shit shit” then you walk towards the door leading to the staircase ‘I have to get Miles!’ as your hand was about to reach the door a voice came from behind the door.

Your eyes widened quickly pressing yourself to the wall blending into the shadow to see who walk out of the door, there walk out uncle Aaron and Miles. Miles on the other hand is scare and worry about you, he left you here for while and promise to come back but after he figure out he is in a different dimension he wanted to run out of his house to get to you but instead he stumble to his supposed dead uncle. “Look uncle Aaron, I gotta uh go” he try to get out of the situation “I gotta go find” his words trail  as his eyes land on the same graffiti, his dad is dead in this dimension. Before he could do anything a figure jump from the other rooftop and sucker punch Miles making him pass out straight to the floor.

You cover your mouth as you witness everything play out in front of you, not believing this is really happening. For another dimension you would have thought that uncle Aaron will be the same as your dimension uncle Aaron but no, this guy is something else. You have to save Miles and go home ASAP, you watch as Aaron slung the limp body of Miles over his shoulder turning to the other figure seems to have an exchange of conversation before the figure leap away from the rooftop to another. Aaron on the other hand walk to the fire escape stairs making his way down to the dark alleyway.

You have no other choice, you have to save Miles. You have no one else to call for help. You’re on your own, so you follow behind a few feet away from Aaron. The quiet and empty street is dark enough for you to trail without raising any of his attention, heck the street is dark enough for people in their home not to question the limp body he is currently carrying.

After a few minutes you are in a familiar window of uncle Aaron’s house, you peek inside through the window from the fire escape stair that you once went with Miles to sneak out to visit his uncle. You wait patiently as Aaron have tied Miles to the punching bag with chains and wires, Aaron answers his phone call it seems to be urgent. ‘please go out please go out’ you chant in your head and your prayer is answered as Aaron walk out of the room after he shut his phone, huh that was easy.

You push the window up and goes in as quietly as you can, your eyes glance around the dark room, completely oblivious to a pair of eyes are watching your every move from the beginning. He hope the person that his other self is looking for will be you and you walk right in to him. He got a second chance to see you again,and he intended to keep you here all to himself.

As you walk right under him, the figure dangle himself down with one of his hand try not to make any sudden noise to startle you. Before you could reach to his counterpart, he reach his hand to your shoulder gently hold on to it. You startle by the sudden contact make you turn around to see a purple neon mask staring at you, you gasp out in surprise stumble back on your feet “W-wait!” you are scare of him. You used to love his mask, you thought it look ‘cool’.

Miles quickly hold on to both of your forearm pulling you gently to him, he unmask himself so that you can hear his voice. His voice is gentle “Shh shh calm down mi amada its me”  he hold firmly at your forearms taking a few step closer to you. You are scare at this guy, the darkness of the room is making it hard for you to see his face but why is he talking to you like he known you before? And the voice sound so familiar. “W-who are you?”

Miles steps forward to you making you take every each step back until you are pin against the table and finally the light shine on to the person in front of you, that same honey eyes staring back at you. “M-Miles?” you stare at him eyes wide, this Miles looks different he have eye bags, slightly sunken cheek and his hair is shave and braided.

He look at you with a sad smile, you were too stun to do anything as he hold your cheek so gently “Hey mi amada, what happened to you?” his thumb grazing over a little scratch on your cheek cause by Miguel. “W-what did you just called me” you ask but this Miles pay no mind to your question “It’s alright I’m here now I won’t let anything happen to you,not this time”. Your mind is racing, why is he calling you my beloved? Why does he seem to miss you? Your other half is also here…well was here. Your eyes held sympathy at him now “Were you close?”

Miles saddened at your words “What are you saying mi vida, we are close” you shake your head at him taking his hand that is holding your cheek moving it away from your cheek “No no im not her Miles please” he grasp your hand pinning them to the table “We belong together mi amor, you belong to me” he lean closer to you, now chest to chest. You tremble slightly fear of this Miles behavior.

(1610 Miles POV)

Miles open his eyes, his head rings as he try to focus on his vision but as he open his eyes to see you are pinned down by somebody. Miles see your eyes make contact with his, your eyes are begging for him to help. But he can’t do anything but to dangle helplessly. The person pinning her to the table hold her chin turning her chin“Ah ah attention to me mi vida” Miles are even more confuse as to why this stranger is calling you endearing name that only use if you have an intimate relationship. “Please…you have to let me go, I-im not who you think I am” she whimper as you try to move away from the person but he shushed her “Shh mi princesa”

Miles heart burned slightly to see this person calling you different endearing names, its like he is talking to his lover and the tender touches is like he holding a treasure. Miles have been the few person that you trust and comfortable enough for physical touch, the warm hugs you share and the hand holding as you walk together. To see this complete stranger to just touch you it triggers his protectivenes and his, hidden feelings for you. “Hey! Let go of her man!”

(Back to third POV)

Miles lean back slightly a lopside smile tug on his lips before he lick his teeth “So, he’s awake” he still keep you pin to the table. “What so special about him hm? Tell me mi princesa” he reaches over to the side for one of his claw. “Base on the first name term you been calling him, you’re not even together,you’re not special to him” he hold his gaze onto you, hoping for you to understand his side and stay. Your heart squeeze painfully at his words, you two are nothing more than a friend.

“But to me, you’re my treasure, mi amor” his eyes is pleading at you, “He have all this fancy power but he can’t even get you home safe, mi princessa don’t you see? You’re here for a reason, to be here by my side together again”

Miles shake his head ‘no no no that’s not true (N/N) don’t listen to him’, he does care for her, he always have, you are special to him. You have been with him from the beginning, when you stand up to him to Miguel his heart swell to see you will always be by his side even when the others are againts him. He doesn’t want to lose you. “No don’t listen to him (Y/N)” Miles voice seems to annoy this other Miles.

“You’re so beautiful..I have miss your alluring voice talking to me, your soft touches” he put on his claw. “Why would you want to be with someone like him” his voice is lace with venom, he hate his other self to not cherish you like he would.

“Who are you..what do you want from her” Miles eyes glare at the back of this guy skull, he heard him chuckle “I’m” he pause before turn his head “I'm Miles Morales. But you,you can call me the Prowler” the other Miles says as he glare at the dangling spider.

Miles eyes widened to see himself with full on Prowler gear and a braided hair,he look much more mature here. Miles put the pieces of puzzle together in his head,In this dimension he too have his version of (Y/N), after hearing the names he have been calling it seems his other self is truly in love with not only earth 42 version of (Y/N) but from 1610 dimension too. “Look man…I know you have history with her but you can’t keep her here…you have to let us go”

The Prowler Miles walk up to near him “And let YOU keep her?” he raises his claws powering it up curling his claws into a fist “why would I do that” he put the fist beside his head.  

You watch the two Miles, one is glaring to the other while the other is looking at the other with an eyes burning with determination. Determined to get you out of here…but the question is

Who will you choose?

(the end)

[ju1cyfru1t]

Hiii pooks! 😙 I love❤️ ur writhing sm

I’ve been having such a spider man phase after watching the new spider verse movie and I was wondering what would the turtles think when they figured out reader being NY’s Spider women or spider person like they haven’t told thier turtle bf about it and stuff (live for the drama😵‍💫)

Always love you and def feel free to ignore!

I LOVE THIS thank you pookie 🤭 hope u like it 🫶🏻🕸️ u didn’t specify so I’m gonna assume you meant the rise turtles!

Rise! Leo, Mikey, Donnie, Raph x Spider-Woman! S/O

ROTTMNT x Reader

fluff! :D, fem! reader, contains swearing, not proofread

Leo

- He may not be the brightest mutant, but he is observant

- Probably interrogated the info out of you

- -> “Y/N, where exactly were you last night?” “Oh, uh…I was with, um, April.” “That’s funny…considering April was with us!”

- It didn’t really shock him to find out you had a big secret, what did shock him is what that secret is

- He’s also a little hurt that you didn’t tell him. Don’t you trust him??? But that wasn’t his biggest concern

- “Wait, so like…spider woman as in like, big mama kind of spider woman?” NO-

- You would have to really explain it to him

- But let’s be real, he still wouldn’t understand so you’d have to show him by like climbing up the fucking wall or something

- But he really does think your powers are super sick

- Laughs when you try to explain your spidey senses -> “wait, you’re serious?”

- ^ calls them your “tingly thing”

- maybe you can web his fucking mouth shut

- LOVES your suit, thinks you look stunning and super awesome

- “You know, I always said that was your color Y/N!”

- Invites you to patrol with them! (then he doesn’t have to do as much)

- thinks you’re so hot when you fight (NOT IN A FREAKY WAY YOU FREAKS) and hypes you up

- freaks tf out if he ever gets a web on him, including if you were to swing with him to get out of harms way

- doesn’t ask for them, but he can’t deny he likes the iconic Spider-Man kisses

Mikey

- would just straight up ask if you’re hiding something. Dr.Delicate touch DOES NOT PLAY ‼️

- Of course this would be something you’re hesitant about, but he would remind you that you can confide in him

- Def was not expecting THIS.

- He is asking you a million questions all at once, and will sit nicely and listen as you explain with starry eyes (stop lookin at me with them big ole eyes)

- You’re #1 fan and biggest hype man

- Thinks you’re the coolest person ever fr

- Wants to swing around on your webs with you. Around NYC, in the lair, in Donnie’s lab, on missions, it doesn’t matter he WANTS it.

- THE ICONIC SPIDER-MAN KISSES ALL THE TIME ITS HIS FAVORITE WAY TO KISS YOU NOW

- weirdly interested in your webs 🕸️

- Compliments your suit anytime you wear it around him; thinks your mask is so so cute

- ^ in his free time he’ll sketch and color new suit designs to show you (also just drawings and paintings of you in your suit)

Donnie

- isn’t going to pry any secrets from you; but he does secretly wish you’d come to him on your own.

- so you can imagine his gratitude and relief when you finally tell him what’s up

- Doesn’t really say anything about it, but he doesn’t get why you didn’t just tell him sooner. I mean, you do know he’s a hero too, right?

- he’s fascinated, he’s never seen anything like your powers before. especially because you’re not a mutant.

- really just asks questions about how it all works. Your webs, how you stick to surfaces, your enhanced senses, the whole deal yk?

- He did NOT like big mama’s webs, and he doesn’t really like yours either I’m so sorry.

- ^if he needs them, would ask to use some like he did with Big Mama’s

- It’s not you I swear he just can’t do it

- you could like climb all over his lab ceiling and walls and scare the shit out of him tho

- ^ “Y/N get down this instant! WE TALKED ABOUT THIS-“

- admires your enhanced senses and intuition of danger

- is absolutely gonna make gear for you, as well as offering to make upgrades to your suit

- wouldn’t really directly say it, but he really likes the design of your suit. it just fits you so well. (he IS going to make a purple one for you)

- would scream if you ever just dropped down in front of him to kiss him spider man style

- ^ traumatized; it’s not his favorite thing but he doesn’t mind terribly

Raph

- might take him a while to notice if something is off about you. Leo or Mikey would probably have to directly point it out for him to realize fully

- Isn’t going to beat around the bush and just asks why you’re acting lowkey shady

- really shocked, might take him a second to process even if he doesn’t really know exactly what you mean at first

- honestly he understands why you keep it a secret, just a little saddened that you kept it from him

- He’s gonna need you to really explain your powers

- “…where do the webs come out of tho?”

- would deepen your bond and connection. you can really relate to each other carrying a deep burden and the pressure of responsibility.

- AMAZING DUO with his strength and your agility

- very good hype man

- takes you on most missions and patrols, thinks you’re a really valuable asset to the team

- also calls your spider senses your “tingly thing”

- it’s not that he doesn’t like your webs, something about them just make him nervous. Refuses to let you swing him on them unless he’s in immediate danger.

- does NOT let you crawl around the lair walls, he’s scared you’ll hurt yourself

- ^ “Y/N! You’re gonna hurt yourself, GET DOWN!”

- really thinks you look so pretty in your special suit, he just doesn’t know how to say without feeling like he sounds dumb. He would DIE if it was red.

- “ I really…er, like your costume.”

- very supportive! he gets the struggle of protecting the city, but is happy you get to do it beside each other. :D

- he likes the spidey kisses, they just really fluster him

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y’all I’m sorry if there is any misinformation in this don’t flame me but I haven’t seen atsv yet

[eldritch-spouse]

Shags get obsessed with a girl that works at an art store where he gets his supplies. She's laid back and chit-chats with him about any projects he's working on.

[Okay but what if you had a really strange thing going on?]

You like this little freak.

Yeah, okay, that's a bit of a mean thing to say. But can you be blamed? There's no word that fits him more aptly than freak. Not even in the physical sense, there's a lot of variety in mushroom monsters, you know some of them can be tall and gangly like Shags. He's just bizarre.

The way he speaks, moves, conducts himself. You swear, not a single mannerism this monster makes feels natural or reflexive. Even the way he seems to intensely wait and make himself an obstacle until you initiate conversation with him... God, even the fucking topics of conversation, it's like he makes an effort to speak in riddles.

In this rather boring dead-end of a job, seeing this weirdo bend and squeeze through the doors like Samara about to crawl out of the TV is the highlight of your shift.

That's why he's your favorite client.

He's been standing still in the same supplies isle for too long, you already know what he wants.

" Having trouble finding something, Mr Shags? "

As if, he probably knows this store better than yourself.

In fact, he outright told you he used to be a client before you started working here.

He murmurs a response too quietly to interpret, forcing you to come closer. And, predictably, as soon as you are within grabbing distance (not hard to achieve when you're a lamppost of a monster featuring branch-like arms), a spider hand slithers onto your shoulder. It's cold, he's always a little cold.

You're urged in front of a shelf, his head looming over yours.

" Ahh, I need your honest opinion on something... If you don't mind? "

This is the paints section, a mural of hues that hurt the eyes.

" Sure. "

" What shade of orange do you think I should get? "

You love these questions. Because never once does he elaborate on what he's creating or why he wants you to choose. It's happened many times before. What size of canvas should I get? What pen should I get? What sketch books should I get?

You like the strange autonomy of getting to pick, offering him the same level of context he does to you.

Absolutely none.

" Alloy. " You point.

Shags reaches towards it with little effort, snagging several little containers with his root-like digits. The hand on your shoulders tightens.

" What a choice. Thank you very much, my dear. "

" No problem. "

It takes a bit of shifting before the hand on your skin is lifted.

You stroll back to the cash register with a small smile and occasionally observe the monster in the same way you'd study an animal at the zoo.

It's strange how little he moves sometimes. Initially, you thought it was just so he wouldn't drip ink everywhere, but it seems to be a part of him now. Blending in with all his other vaguely creepy mannerisms. Mr Shags gets all his items at a snail's torturous pace and finally, finally approaches you.

" How are the latest projects going, Mr Shags? " You start while scanning the paints first.

The shroom actually seems to frown for a second. Fingers busy on the balcony. " Not as smoothly as I wished... "

Tap tap tap.

" My latest muse and I, our chemistry, I'm afraid it has no substance. "

" Oh? " Your eyes deviate to his face for a moment.

" Yes... Something tells me it's time to move on. But I do want to honor our time together with one last, preserving piece. "

Tap tap tap.

" Mhm. Sounds good, I hope the next one works out. " Frankly, you're not sure what he's talking about, but you usually never are to begin with.

" Me too. " Then he smiles again, and you get the distinct feeling his stare has turned into a more scrutinizing one.

Far from the first time, it doesn't scare you like it did initially.

It's pretty funny, actually. You started out thinking this guy was some kind of loser looking to harass you, to intentionally make you uncomfortable. Nowadays he's more of an entertaining almost-friend.

Tap tap tap.

" Will that be all, Mr Shags? "

" Shags. "

He's told you to call him just by his name a couple of times. You always ignore it, but he keeps trying anyway.

There's a silent beat.

During your first years of work, the lack of action would have made you antsy enough to break the silence, which is what you know he wants you to do. But now, you have no trouble staring back placidly until he continues the conversation.

Apparently, the shroom enjoys that continuous challenge, because his grin widens slowly.

" You have a peculiar facial definition. " He eventually rasps.

A nothing statement, not quite a compliment, not quite an insult, definitely said to confuse and prompt a question. One you don't give him the satisfaction of hearing.

" Thanks. " The customer service smile has an edge of playful smarm this time.

Tap tap tap.

" ... I would enjoy sketching you sometime. Your facial expressions are intriguing. "

This is essentially his way of asking you out, you presume.

" You've drawn me before. "

He's even given you the pages, pencil depictions of you caught in a selection of moments. Mostly bored to tears and staring at the little universe between the cracks in aged walls.

Shags tuts. " It's quite different when the muse in question is part of the experience. I much prefer it that way. "

You can't help the hint of a snicker that tugs at the corners of your lips as you bag his items to hurry things along. Not that there's anyone else inside right now.

" Mm. And what if we don't have good chemistry? "

The shroom monster hands you his card, not even caring about hearing the total.

" I think we both know that wouldn't be the case. "

Tap tap tap.

It's only a few moments of intentionally creating suspense until you hand him all his new belongings and card.

" See you soon, Mr Shags. "

His grin only twitches for a delightful glimpse of a second before he carefully takes his possessions and leaves.

Playing with fire is fun.

One day, you'll get burned.

[middleearthpixie]

Where I Belong ~ Chapter Sixteen

Summary: The Company battles spiders and subsequently find themselves imprisoned in Mirkwood, until Bilbo appears with the keys and a plan…

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield/ Noelle James (female oc)

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Noelle, the Company, Mirkwood elves, orcs, and spiders - oh my.

Warnings: Battle violence

Rating: T

Word Count: 4,179 words

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Now is not the time to panic.

Are you kidding? This is the perfect time to panic.

Noelle couldn’t move. She wasn’t at all sure she could even breathe, actually, and every time her stupid inner voice told her not to panic, her other inner voice kicked its ass for its trouble. Don’t panic. How could she not panic? She was in a cocoon! The thought alone made her shudder. At least, it would, if she had room to move and actually shudder.

Her heart hammered her ribs as she tried to move her hands into a position where she could claw at the silk wrapped so tightly about her. It was hot and she couldn’t breathe and it took every ounce of will she possessed to not completely freak out.

Finally, she caught it just right and managed to work a tear into the silk. She drew in a deep breath, wiggled her other hand free, gripped the edges of the small tear, and tugged with everything she had. It slowly began to split, to fray, to open a little wider.

She was sweating like mad and her arms ached, the muscles burning furiously.

But she didn’t stop.

Almost…

…there.

Her adrenaline kicked in. She yanked as hard as she could and the silk gave. With a combined gasp and full-body shudder, she freed herself.

Bilbo had also worked himself free and he looked over at her. “We need to help the others.”

She nodded, swiping furiously at the webbing in her hair and stuck to her clothes, resisting the urge for another full-body shudder as she and Bilbo moved as quickly as they could. One by one, they freed the others from their cocoons. Thorin’s was last and by that point, she had it down to a science and when she tore away the silk, he emerged looking more than a little dazed.

Fíli came up to her, white webbing fluttering along the golden strands of his hair, and he held out a dagger. “Take this. You might need it.”

“Oh, I don’t think—I wouldn’t know what to do with it.”

“You would in an emergency.” He pressed the well-worn handle into her hand. “Please.”

“I really… okay… fine…” She stared down at the dagger’s elaborately carved handled, It was heavy in here grip, but she wrapped her fingers about it just the same as she turned to Thorin and held out her hand to help him up.

She held out a hand. “Are you all right?”

At first, his eyes clouded with confusion, but then he met her gaze and slowly nodded, clasping her hand with his. “I think so, yes. And you?”

She grunted as she hefted him to his feet, but managed to grit, “I’m fine. Ooked out, but okay, otherwise.”

His eyes softened for a moment as he stood up alongside her. “Good.” Gauzy spider silk clung to his hair, his beard, his clothes, but he shook off the daze quickly. “Thank you, Miss Noelle.”

“You’re welcome.” She gripped the dagger even tighter as something hissed from the treetops above, and she knew it had to be the spiders when she saw as each one of the dwarves around her drew out his weapon. Then, to her surprise, Thorin growled, “Stay behind me.”

She looked around to see which dwarf he meant, when he grabbed her arm and yanked her backward, then stepped up. “I said, stay behind me.”

She nodded as he raised the Orcrist, and for one moment, her only thought was, Don’t let him lop of my head.

It was her only thought because it was all she had time for. A moment later—

Spiders.

They were the most monstrous things she’d ever seen. The size of hansom cab horses and twice as wide, the spiders attacked from all sides and it wasn’t long before dwarves scattered in all directions, rendering remaining behind Thorin impossible.

Metal met spider flesh with the most sickening squelches she had ever heard and she froze, rooted to the forest floor, as a giant spider bore down on her.

Silver glinted, the flash catching her out of the corner of one eye and she ducked at the same time Thorin yelled, “Get down!”

“Oh!” Something warm and noxious splashed against her face. Nausea rose as she realize what it was.

Spider innards.

Oh, fuck…

Her legs buckled and she sank to her knees as above her, dwarves with swords and axes, arrows and slingshots, fought off what seemed like an endless number of the spiders. Even the little hobbit fought with what looked like an oversized letter opener.

There was no time to dwell on what Bilbo was doing. A shadow fell over her, and as she looked up, all she saw were enormous legs, a round, hairy belly, and lethal-looking fangs coming at her.

The scream tore itself from her lips as she swung the dagger wildly. It was every bit as sharp as it looked, as it slit open that rotund gut easily and she moved just in time as her spider screamed to drown her out and went splat onto the forest floor.

She stared in horror at the ooze-spattered dagger. Was it just that sharp or was the universe—or perhaps, Mahal—looking out for her? Either way, she had no time to dwell on that, either, for it seemed that for every spider they took out, three more attacked.

Her arms burned with fatigue, she couldn’t remember the last time she sweated so much, and still, the spiders came at them. Somewhere, Kíli screamed and Noelle jumped as an arrow went whizzing past her head.

Something hit her from behind, knocked her facedown into the forest floor and sent the dagger clattering from her grasp. The hissing made her blood run cold as she flipped herself over and found herself looking into the spider’s giant maw.

Arrows whizzed in all directions and she craned her neck as the spider above her toppled over dead, riddled with those same arrows, and people shot through the treetops above her head, just darted through the branches like some sort of tree acrobats from the weirdest circus ever.

No, not people.

Mirkwood elves.

Noelle remembered the movie and bit back a groan. This was not going to end well for them. At least, she didn't think it would. But, her being there changed the story, so what she’d seen in the movie might not be so any longer.

A few minutes later, she had her answer as Kíli shouted and Thorin and Dwalin rushed to his aid, only to have a handsome blonde elf—Legolas—drop in front of them with his bow drawn as he growled, “Do not think I will not kill you. It would be my pleasure.”

Noelle stood behind Thorin, staring at the arrow aimed between his eyes, her heart hammering her ribs and her mouth as dry as the dead and crumbling leaves beneath their feet. Then, Legolas lowered his weapon, stowed both and reached out to take the Orcrist from Thorin. “Where did you get this?”

Thorin held his stare easily. “It was given to me.”

“This is elven made. Forged by my kin.” Legolas slid it through the air, then held the point against Thorin’s throat. “Not just a thief, but a liar as well. I’m not surprised.” He stepped back, looked at the other elves surrounding them, and said something in a language Noelle didn't understand.

His words became clearer as the elves stepped up and frisked each one of the dwarves, unloading them of any weapon said elves found. That included Bilbo and herself and when one of the elves tried to take her dagger, she grabbed him by the wrist, “No. That’s not mine!”

He jerked free, shaking his head, asking, “Do I look as if that matters to me?” as he tucked it along with the slingshot he’d taken from Ori (at least, she thought it was Ori) and the weapons he’d confiscated from Dwalin.

“But—” Her protest died on her lips as another elf poked her hard in the back and marched them all from the forest, over a high, narrow bridge of wood and vines, and into the palace of Thranduíl, the King of the Woodland Elves.

Inside the front gates, Thorin was dragged off in a different direction and when Noelle turned to see where they might be taking him, the same elf who’d taken her dagger poked her hard in the back again, with enough force that she stumbled forward.

“Take care,” Dwalin growled, “she is just a wee lass.”

The elf ignored him, and in fact poked her again. Only this time, he wasn’t quite as forceful, which made her smile. Was he actually a bit afraid of Dwalin? If so, she couldn’t really fault him. Dwalin was frightening.

Still, her instinct was to remind him she was not a wee anything, but common sense prevailed and she kept quiet, just marched along with the others.

They were lead deep into the bowels of the palace, where the dungeons were, and Noelle wished she had her coat. She was already shivering as the sweat evaporated from her skin. It was horrible, but her coat was somewhere on the forest floor,

She looked about for Bilbo, but the hobbit was nowhere to be found. She tried to remember where he’d gone, but for some reason, couldn’t quite recall it. It was as if the universe no longer wanted her to know every detail of what happened in the movie. She remembered up to the spiders but now? Now the rest seemed so… fuzzy… She simply could not remember what happened next.

The elven dungeon was dank and cold, the cells large enough to hold two people, perhaps three, but no more than that, and had heavy doors of iron bars. Two beds had been carved into the walls, and she found herself staring at Dwalin as the door to their cell closed with a bang.

“Where did they take Thorin?” she asked softly, her heart hammering her ribs as she feared the worst for him.

“Probably to see Thranduíl.” This came from Balin, who was in the cell directly across from them. “He is their king. Thorin is ours. It seems to make the most sense.”

She sighed as she sank onto the hard, uncomfortable bunk. Her entire body ached from her battle with the spiders, from the trek through Mirkwood, and from the overall emotion of the day. She couldn’t believe she was actually there, in Middle Earth, with them, that Thorin was once more within her grasp—literally and figuratively—and that she had another chance with him.

At least, she hoped she did. It was too soon to tell just yet.

Dwalin sat beside her. “Where did you find that dagger?”

“Fíli gave it to me,” she said with a tired laugh. “He thought I might need it and he was right, for all the good it did.”

“Well, I don’t think you’ll be seein’ it again.”

She felt a pang of guilt over losing a knife that wasn’t hers to begin with, but then remembered that Fíli would’ve lost it anyway and judging by the amount of hardware the elves found on on his person, he wouldn’t have really missed it, either. Even so, a heaviness settled around her with those words and she scowled, muttering, “Wonderful.”

She looked over at Dwalin. As usual, he looked as if he was spoiling for a fight. They’d not only had their weapons confiscated, but the dwarves had lost their cloaks or coats as well, which made her think that even if she hadn’t dropped her coat along the way, it would be gone just the same. And that made no sense to her, although thankfully, they’d not touched her once her weapon was confiscated. Her phone remained in her pocket. Her coat was gone, but at least she had her phone. Even in Middle Earth, where it was probably beyond useless, she worried about losing her phone.

“Do you suppose Thorin will be able to bargain us out of here?” She asked this of no one on particular. She wouldn’t have bothered, if only she could remember what happened. Why had the universe suddenly decided she no longer needed to know that information? What was the point?

Unless she was to remain there with them permanently.

Could she do that? Would she be able to just walk away from her life in New York, to simply vanish on her friends, her family, her employees, and remain in a world that technically didn’t exist?

Yes, she thought she probably could, if it meant she could be with Thorin.

That made her sit up straighter. She was never the sort to plan her life around a man, but for Thorin? She would do just that. She really didn't even have to really think it through. After the last week of her life, she knew there was no decision to make. She was happier with Thorin than she was without him, and if that meant staying in Middle Earth?

Where did she sign?

Time had little meaning now, and she had no idea how long they all sat there, at first trying to force open the cell doors, but then giving up and simply talked amongst themselves. But, when footsteps sounded and drew near, they all pressed their faces to their doors as the elvenking’s guards brought Thorin back. Noelle sighed softly. Thorin looked furious, but seemed all right otherwise and and as the elf guards shoved him into Balin’s cell, Balin said, “Did he offer you a deal?”

“He did,” Thorin replied, loudly enough that his deep voice carried throughout the entire dungeons. It echoed all along the roots and branches and earthen walls, and she thought perhaps it did so through the entire palace, it was so loud. “And I told him to ish kakfê ai-‘d-dûr-rugnal! Him and all his kin!”

Noelle had no idea what he’d said, but the others hooted in response. All except Balin, who said, “Well, that’s that, then. A bargain was our only hope.”

“Not exactly.”

Noelle and Dwalin exchanged looks as keys rattled and Bilbo’s voice carried as a harsh whisper as the others cheered. “Keep it down!” he ordered, unlocking each cell as he moved down the line. “There are still guards all around!”

She crept out of the cell behind Dwalin as Bilbo said, “Follow me and please, keep quiet. We aren’t out of here just yet.”

The air grew damper and chillier as the hobbit led them down into the cellars, where Bofur growled, “Bilbo, you’re supposed to be leading us out of here, not deeper into this place!”

“I am. Just… trust me.” He led them around the corner, where they came upon nearly two dozen empty barrels stacked neatly together. She stared, along with the others, as Bilbo said, “I’ve a plan and this is how you’re getting out of here. In you get.”

At once, dwarf voices rose in protest as they all stared at the barrels in disbelief. The last thing Noelle wanted was to climb into one of them and be launched into the water so far below. Not only did it not look safe, but the barrels had no lids and they would be sitting ducks for any elves who came after them. Somehow, she really didn't relish the thought of being such a simple target for such obviously skilled archers.

“Wait, you cannot be serious about this.” She looked from Bilbo to Thorin and back. “The guards will just pick us off, won’t they?”

“No.” Bilbo shook his head. “The river’s current is swift. I saw it from up in the tree tops and as long as we catch it, we should be fine. Now, please, just climb in, won’t you?”

“No way. Uh-uh.” She shook her head. “That’s insane. If the river is that swift and one of us topples over, they’ll drown! So, it’s either death by arrow or death by drowning and neither one is really all that appealing.”

“She’s right, this is madness!” Dwalin’s whisper was only slightly softer than his normal speaking voice and everyone winced at the reverberation.

“Please,” Bilbo held up both hands, “you must trust me. This will work.”

“Oh, this is madness!”

“How are we supposed to get out of here now?”

“What is he thinking?”

Noelle looked from dwarf to dwarf as each seemed to have a complaint, then she saw Bilbo cast a desperate look at Thorin, who scowled at all of them and snapped, “Do as he says!”

“But, Thorin,” without thinking, Noelle grabbed the sleeve of his dark blue tunic, “this is insane! We’ll be sitting ducks and those elves aren’t playing!”

“None of us are playing,” he told her, shaking his head. “And there are no ducks anywhere near us.”

“No…” She rubbed her forehead as the sound of footsteps thundered somewhere above them. A sense of urgency swirled through her. “I mean, they will try to kill us and they’ll probably succeed because we will be the easiest targets in existence. This is crazy, trying to get out this way.”

“Can you see a different way out?” Balin asked. “As you did in the forest?”

“No.” She rubbed harder, shaking her head. “I… I have no idea what happens next, but in barrels… well, where I come from, we have a saying about shooting fish in a barrel and that’s what we’ll—”

“Please!” Bilbo broke in desperately, catching her by her upper arm with one hand and pointing to a barrel with the other. “You must trust me. This will work. I promise you, it will.”

“Everyone in a barrel now,” Thorin growled, “before it’s too late and we’re caught right here.”

Noelle let her hand fall to her side as the others all grumbled even as they climbed into a barrel. Given the choice between staying there or getting into a barrel… well.. she hated both options even as she climbed into the barrel.

Bilbo moved out of sight and a rather long clanging sound filled the air. The pit of her stomach fell away as her barrel began to roll down a ramp and she held her breath as it hit the water with enough force to slam her into the side, momentarily dazing her.

She bit back a gasp when icy water poured into her barrel, but then the barrel righted itself, and when her head cleared, she straightened enough to see them all bobbing like corks in the slowly moving water. Only Bilbo was not in a barrel, but instead held onto the side of one.

The frigid water bit into her, her teeth chattering like mad, and she shivered even harder. Even in the middle of summer, she didn’t like jumping into cold water, but was strictly a one-toe-at-a-time girl. This was inhumanly freezing and each time the barrel all bounced along the river’s current, freezing water slapped her in the face. It soaked into her hair, her clothes. She winced. It soaked into her shoes and socks. There was no way her phone was surviving this. Just no way.

Not to mention, the barrels weren’t the only things bouncing around. Noelle had a terrible time trying to keep facing forward and each time she spun about, her stomach tossed something terrible. The barrels also didn’t necessarily stay upright, either, and more than once, she pitched headfirst into the river and came up sputtering all the while thanking the gods she neither drowned nor hit her head on anything underwater, all the while shoving her wet mop of hair out of her eyes.

They bounced along rapids, and around a sharp bend and Noelle’s heart plummeted as they approached a stone bridge. A horn sounded in the distance and elves swarmed all around the bridge, weapons drawn and ready to go.

She saw the iron floodgate beneath the bridge.

The floodgate that slowly closed on them.

Thorin hit it first, with a loud thunk and an equally loud oath from him. One by one, they smacked up into each other like stoppers in a bottle. The force jerked each of them about and Noelle bit back an oath of her own as Bombur’s barrel slammed into hers, and her head snapped back to send a sharp burn to tearing up along her neck.

But that wasn’t the worst of her troubles. She could only stare as one of the elves arched and toppled from the stone along the riverbank, a black arrow sticking out of his back. More black arrows flew, more elves fell victim to them.

“Orcs!” someone shouted.

And they were pinned beneath that bridge, unarmed and without escape.

The elves turned their attention to the intruders and as they did, Kíli swam out of his barrel toward the west bank of the river, where he pulled himself out and ran toward the lever that would open the floodgate.

An orc took aim and fired, his arrow sinking into Kíli’s right thigh. Kíli let out a howl, grabbing at his leg as he fell. An orc splashed into the water behind Fíli, who snagged his battle axe and fired it at another orc approaching Kíli. The blade sank into the orc’s back as a she-elf with long red hair appeared from nowhere to give Kíli cover as well, while he offered up a look of shock as he managed to get to his feet and reached the lever.

The gates opened, the current caught them, and they shot out of the small space as if fired from a cannon. Fíli tried to grab hold of one of the stone bricks to get to Kíli, but the current was too powerful.

Noelle held tight to the lip of her barrel, staring in horror at the vile-looking orcs as the battle between them and the elves grew furious. She concentrated on remaining upright, but then saw Bilbo had been knocked from his barrel and was struggling to reach her.

“Got you!” She lurched up from her barrel to grab him by the wrist with both hands and heaved, ignoring the slow sting of pulled muscles as she managed to drag him over the lip just enough.

The current swept them from Mirkwood, from the elves and their arrows, the orcs and their arrows, and as the battle slipped behind them, she managed to smile at Bilbo. “We made it.”

He looked as exhausted as she felt, but managed to smile back. “We made it, Miss Noelle.”

“Please,” she let out a soft laugh, “I think at this point, Noelle is fine.”

Finally, the current finally spit them out and they hit a lazy bend of the wide river, and one by one, began washing up on the shore. As her feet touched the bottom, Noelle slid from the barrel and splashed back into the water, her legs refusing to hold her. Each time she tried to stand, her knees went to jelly and refused to hold her up, while her thigh muscles screamed in solidarity with her knees. She’d never been so cold and so tired in all her life and at that moment, she honestly didn’t give a damn if she drowned.

Dwalin rolled from his barrel and caught her about the waist to help her up onto the sandy banks, where she collapsed facedown and just struggled to breathe and prayed for her head to clear.

He dropped to his knees beside her. “You’re all right, lassie. We made it.”

She nodded, her eyes closing. Her entire body ached and she’d never felt such burning exhaustion. Truth be told, she didn’t give a damn if she ever moved again. She just wanted to lay there. Possibly until the end of days.

“Noelle?” A gentle hand came down against her back. Thorin.

She managed to roll onto her back, her heart still slamming into her ribs loud enough for everyone to hear, and fought to get her breathing under control. “Is Kíli all right?”

“I don’t know.” He crouched beside her. “We need to move, though.”

“Just go. I’ll catch up eventually.”

He scowled. “Enough of that. That orc pack will descend upon us quickly enough and we need to move. Now.”

“Thorin,” Bofur called. “Kíli’s wounded.”

“Bind him up and let’s go.” Thorin held a hand out to her. “And that means you, too.”

She clasped his hand and rose onto shaky legs. “I hope there is a pub somewhere nearby. I could use a drink right—”

“Uh, Thorin?” Fíli’s voice was laden with concern. “We have company.”

They all turned to see a tall, dark haired man, armed with bow and arrow ready to go, aimed at Kíli, standing on a boulder above them. “If any one of you moves, he is dead.”

[lightvsdark18]

After spring break, Grim and Alice needed a place to stay while their dorm was being repaired. So, she asked the dorm leaders about allowing them to stay at their dorm for a week each.

Heartslabyul

Alice was given a dorm uniform and drew a star on her cheek, but Riddle told her to choose from one of the four suits. She stated a star suit exists and since she's not a official card soldier she should have something different from the card soldiers to symbolize that, her as the star and Grim as the joker. He was convinced. (Grim got a red bow.)

Slept in the middle of Ace and Deuce's room. She bought an air mattress from Sam.

She liked how neat but crazy the place looked. Walking through the front yard of the dorm during the night was her favorite.

Ace and Deuce had fun joking and teasing Alice and Grim during their stay.

Riddle and her spent time in the dorm's lounge and talked about their interests.

Cater invited her to cafes and took pictures of the desserts she ordered like promised. She asked him what he wanted to take a picture of and decided that way.

She found Trey in the kitchen when she was looking for a snack and started a conversation with each other, leading to her asking for recipes from him to try out when she returns to her dorm.

Grim had in trouble with Riddle a few times.

Savanaclaw

Leona complained about getting her a uniform because he had to make the bean necklace before she arrived. Had to wear the bandana around her neck to cover the low part of the collar. Grim wore a bandana.

Plain bedroom, no real details. Grim hid in the closet and surprised her.

The lounge was her favorite because it felt relaxing. Didn't like the heat, but that quickly changed from the Fairy Gala.

Ruggie pushed her into the pool and Jack yelled at him.

Found Leona napping and just sat next to him to draw. In the middle of sketching, his arms wrapped around her waist and couldn't break free from his grip, (he knew what he was doing).

Trained with Jack during her stay, but did light workout compared to his.

She had to protect Grim from the students when he angered them.

Slept in Leona's bed during the Fairy Gala... with Grim in between them every time.

Octavinelle

Time to get fancy. She felt pretty good in their uniform and tipped her hat to her friends. A little hat and scarf for Grim. (I want the shoes, Alice give me yours.)

Simple and plain bedroom. Floyd tried to break into her room one night but found the door was locked. Still got the chance to flop on top of her and crush her with his body weight.

Trying to survive a week with the Sus Trio. She did like the feel of the dorm and how mysterious it looks at night. She likes the ocean, but the trio don't need to know that.

Did fall asleep on the couch one night and the twins found her. Azul, fortunately, was gracious enough to save her from them.

Cater took pictures of her in the uniform because aesthetic and she later posted them on her Magicam.

Floyd pulled her out of the dorm to go swimming and pulled her along like a rug doll.

Jade and her talked about gemstones, stuff from the sea, and the literal jade she had back home.

Found a tired Azul one night and gave him a mom hug when he asked.

The twins teased and scared Grim a few times during their stay and the cat would cling onto her leg out of fear. (I'm sorry, but I can't protect you from them.)

Scarabia

Alice was stuck in this dorm during winter break and needed clothes, so she already had this dorm's uniform in her closet. Kalim made a new bow for Grim.

There was a small vase of flowers on the desk. Cute.

The vibes were good from Kalim's positive energy to the delicious food. She enjoyed herself. What she didn't like was the heat, but I'm from Florida so I can deal.

She asked Jamil for recipes because her food is bland and not creative, watching and taking notes while he made dinner and explained.

Freaked Jamil out while telling him the story about the bugs in her parents' house like the big spider on her ceiling when she woke up one afternoon, roaches crawling everywhere.

Going to the Camp Vargas with Jamil.

Had a heart to heart conversation with Kalim one late night.

Grim often fell asleep shortly after dinner and had to be carried to their bedroom.

Pomefiore

She was able to keep the uniform as a gift from Rook for helping, Vil just had to get her the dorm shoes and a mini version of the robe for Grim.

The room had an apple pillow on the bed and a vase of flowers on the desk.

The elegant and graceful atmosphere was nice.

Surprised Vil with her keeping the promise she made to him. But it didn't stop him from complaining and lecturing her on different things.

Grim got in trouble with Vil a lot, and she would just glare at Vil when he annoyed her.

Went to the second part of the Camp Vargas.

Epel and her leaned on each other for support through the harsh beauty routines. And acted like gremlins together, it was fun.

Rook took her through the garden and chatted about themselves.

Vil convinced her to let him do her makeup and hair.

Ignihyde

After coming back to the school, Ortho requested she stays in Ignihyde to ensure her health is doing okay and can assist her if needed. The jacket makes sound when you purposely rub the sleeves against it. Another bow for the cat.

The entrance was a bit spooky, but the inside looks cool as hell. The bedroom was, once again, simple and plain.

Was told the students here aren't social and keep to themselves, so she kept her distance and had to continuously tell Grim to leave them be.

Often spent time with Ortha and got called "Big Sis" a few times by him.

Watched some anime and played games with Idia. He did get shy at her hanging out with him in his room and got slightly comfortable around her. Ortho eased some tension.

Grim got mad when he lost a game and pouted against her arm.

Had a heart to heart with Idia one night.

Diasomnia

She thought since she stayed in every dorm, why not stay in the last dorm. Malleus pouted at her for denying him her collarbones in the uniform. A hat and jacket for the boy.

Spooky place. The bedroom had a flower on the pillow.

Got cuddle by Malleus almost every night. I mean, Malleus was around her the most and often sat together and talked.

Teased Sebek for acting cute and laughed when he tried to deny his cuteness.

Grim was spooked by the place and clung onto her leg often.

Silver saw Malleus entering her room at night and told her in the morning he's happy for them and wishes them a good future together. "I'm glad you and my lord finally becoming official." "Me and Malleus aren't dating!"

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I have more questions because it's no longer 4am lmao.

Does Skeppy fear any animals? I just wanna know if there's any sweet moments of Skeppy clinging to Bad whilst he tries to calm him down.

I'm guessing Bad still hates things like littering and woodcutters but would he ever act particularly strongly about it or would he have more control?

I like how Rat seems to tolerate Skeppy because Bad likes him but would she ever get jealous if Skeppy started pettting another dog?

I have a horrifying image of Bad just spider climbing up a tree to fetch Skeppy. I don't know why but I feel like dude wouldn't even need branches lmao.

What other supernatural creatures/people do they come across? Were there any that were especially dangerous and did they befriend any?

Is Bad much physically stronger than Skeppy? I keep thinking of Skeppy being a little shaz and Bad just one-arm picking him up and slinging him over his shoulder XD.

Does Bad ever get nightmares of the day he became the forest spirit?

How far would Skeppy take stealing? Would he steal something he knows the owner has genuine attachment to? Would he do everything in his power to steal something for Bad even if it means getting hurt?

Who's more likely to protect the other?

Skeppy just minding his business looking at one of Bad's textbooks, turns his head and Bad's just having a tea party with a freaking bear. Surprised the man hasn't had a heart attack yet XD.

What's your favourite thing to imagine them doing?

Is Bsd an adrenaline junky? Or is he scared of more dangerous things like bungee jumping and mountain climbing.

What would their reactions be to rollercoasters?

Do they have a favourite date-night activity?

Everytime I think of this au it brightens my mood!! Thank you for making something so heartwarming!! <3

Glad to see you again :D And yaay, questions!

My pen pressure broke again, I can't finish any sketches for this ask rn, but here's a couple of old messy designs.

1) Comforting and nightmares

Skeppy has a normal, I’d even say adequate level of fear towards wild animals, whilst Bad has it in negative numbers. And, yes, this fun juxtaposition leads to a lot of unfortunate moments of Skeppy nearly dying from heart attack when some of Bad’s animal friends show up unexpectedly, or Bad goes all out for his tea-parties with wild bears or smth.

So, yes, sometimes the comforting hugs are necessary! And no, none of them ever play up the dramaticness of the situation just to drag out the nice comforting moment They do n o t. That’d be very silly and unnecessary, and will deserve a lot of teasing. So, it’s all serious. Not only for the first couple minutes. Yes.

But If you’re looking for comfort-after-actual-hurt – Bad does have to hold and comfort Skeppy, when the stress of trying to not fuck up the good stuff around him gets too strong. And after the nightmares where they are hated and chased by people. Those dreams do not come often, but when they do, Bad is there to hold Skeppy, whisper in his hair that he is alright, that they’re both alright, and that they can handle everything that’s going on right now.

And Bad himself, well. After leaving the town, his nightmares about the night of the ritual stopped almost completely. They come rarely, only when the anxiety gets really bad. Before, in the forest, Bad had them pretty often. It’s one of the reasons he mostly slept not as himself, but in the minds of the animals.

2) Littering

Bad will not maim someone for not getting a candy wrapper in a trashcan, especially if there are people around. But if someone leaves a big mess in the nature, or even (*gasp*) does it regularly, Bad can and will try and teach them a lesson. As in: pull a cautionary (and probably slightly terrifying) prank on the misbehaving person.

It doesn’t always work out as Bad intended, and may even scare some people off anything relating to nature for good, but, according to Bad, it’s still “a fun and useful little hobby to have :3”.

3) Rat

Rat takes a looong time to warm up to any other animals that infringe on her territory. And Skeppy might be a little shit (and his own rights for Bad are debatable) but he is Rat’s territory still (by approximation from Bad). So, she can gatekeep Skeppy a little bit. Not as much as she does Bad, but the man gotta know his place – Rat comes before other dogs for him too.

4) Tree climbing and strength

Oh, Bad can an will climb down a tree like a full-on creepy creature he is: head down, using only his claws, with Skeppy tucked under one arm. Maybe not even upside down, if Skeppy is lucky, and wasn’t too annoying about wanting to stay up on the tree for the night :D

5) Meeting other spn creatures

Oh, that’s a big question (: Yes, they do meet other cryptids, befriend some, and get in trouble with some, and deal with a handful of new and old spn troubles :D

I always thought that Bad and Skeppy’s life after the main story can make a series of short stories (or one big episodic one) dealing with exactly that: the guys traveling around, meeting other cryptids, learning more about themselves and the world, trying to build a life between human and supernatural crisis going on. Just like In The Dark it can based on the mix between the real life and the minecraft-verse events.

I wanted to focus more on finishing the main story first, though, so these stories are not as sought through, I didn’t even write down any of them yet :D

But if you have more concrete questions, ideas, or suggestions (about a specific person, or a specific thing happening) – write me, I’ll think about it, and how it can work with the theme and worldbuilding I have in mind.

6) Stealing + Protectiveness

Skeppy can sometimes forget about, ahem, moral principles, or human decency… emphasis oh “human”. He’s nature and different worldview it gives, it seeps through in his life and actions even more with age. Especially after he’s been away from actual people for a long while. So, I guess, he might at times steal something that is very important to someone, or do something that could be considered weird or rude in general.

And if Bad really needs something, or is in danger – all rules are down. If there is no one to reality check Skeppy, he might proceed to walk on heads, and commit risky and reckless crimes just to help or save Bad.

They both are quite bad with that, the protecting each other thing. Bad, tho, can be more fiscally violent in his protectiveness.

7) Adrenaline and rollercoasters

Well, it’s not that Bad likes adrenaline specifically, he’s just very curious, likes to try new things, and is almost unkillable. So he can just- just go for everything that’s interesting for him with reckless abandon, and if it goes wrong – welp. Bones can heal limbs can regrow, and the cool abandoned caves will not explore themselves. He’ll have to learn to ease up with lack of selfcare though. Because Bad can’t always leave Skeppy to fend for himself, while he heals, and Skeppy does NOT like seeing Bad getting hurt so much, and not caring about himself at all.

This probably comes back to Bad dealing with his spn nature and learning to make peace between it and himself. And to his anxiety, and unhealthy coping mechanisms.

And hey, it’s the same for Skeppy and his lack of adequate moral compass at times :D

There will be a lot of tension and growing they’d have to do in regards to all this.

Also Skeppy is the one who’s really into chasing the thrills :D Man spent nearly half a year annoying probably-murderous-forest-spirit just for little not-boring fun, jeez :DD

Rollercoasters are a no go, tho. They go up in the air, real high, and, once again, Skeppy and highs do not mix, they do not mingle, they will not have tea parties (with or without bears). Unless, of course, Skeppy really needs to prove something. Then he’ll go on a ride, and die an honorable death, and will never admit he screamed all the way through it.

8) Dates

(*insert an innuendo from Skeppy here*) But, ahm, actually I’d say they love going on picnics: getting food, and hanging around in the nature for a while.

And I honestly donno what I like to think about the most… I just really enjoy the vibe and the atmosphere of the whole story, and how Bad and Skeppy interact in general.

It all is a real delight to write about :D

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In The Dark - masterpost

[that-one-hom0]

I have more because I’m running on the power of Wendy’s and being tired so here’s some Robin,billy,finney  Headcannons

1. Robin is those kids who thinks it’s fucking cool to do like I don’t know that triangle I forgot how it looks like but it has like another line and it has another triangle under I don’t know what they’re called  but if you know you know

2. Finney has asthma ( I have asthma so yeah I just wanted to add that in because I like putting things about me in him)

3.billy I believe he has like ninja turtles like the entire collections the books the fucking toys everything dude bro has a shoes even

4. Finney secretly likes playing with Bratz dolls with Gwen

5. I believe that Robin‘s parents are dead BUT he still has a big family but most of them are in Mexico but some are in his town and I believe he lives with his uncle that has like a bunch of daughters and then his aunt to

6. Finney i’m going back to finney‘s obsession with Cowboys he might he might OK I don’t know but he probably has a cow boots and a cow boy hat

7. Billy is secretly like I don’t know kind of I guess into Jennifer Tilly to

8. Robin does this thing where he gets English and Spanish mixed up so half of the time when he’s talking he mixes up his two language at the same time(I do that a lot i’m Puerto Rican)

9. Ok I’m adding this cause I have a little oc of mine it’s in my playlist I’ve described them a lot I’m obsessed with him vance brother (oc)gabe his brother they both like watching action movies together

10.billy secretly doesn’t like root beer he fucking hates it(me too)

11. OK about Robin being upset with Selena I kind of scratch it out that he doesn’t have a crush on her will see that he has like everything kind of about her not posters but like music wise yeah his favorite song is ”amor prohibido” he likes singing it out loud with his cousins because he thinks it’s fun

12.finney favorite marvel character is Spider-Man he’s basic like that

13. Billy likes doodling on a sketch notebook when he’s bored in class when he has this tiny little notebook where he also keeps nose everything in class because if he doesn’t he freaks out and it also has a little doodles in it (I do the exact same thing)

This is everything I have have a good day :)))

1: your description makes me think of like the 3-D shape trick but I mostly think he’s just scribble ur basic notebook doodles

2:yes he seems like an asthma kid(I have it too)

3: yea it kinda fits with his vibes just liking stereotypical guy things

4: j personally think Gwen would be more monster high and Barbie but yea he’d love playing dolls with gwen

5: I more think that Robin lives with his mom and his uncle due to the others living in mexico

6: again he just thinks they’re neat

7: everyone’s into Jennifer Tilly😎

8: I’ve seen something about how some bilingual people will when ever they forget a word in one language they will say it in another one (sorry if it’s wrong I’m not bilingual my self)

9: Vance would watch action movies and I love the idea of Vance having siblings

10: I don’t get how anyone could hate root beer but ok-

11: robin Selena Superman canon😎

12: basic white boy istg

13: Billy’s secretly a really good artist I just know it

[pterodactylterrace]

Guys Like You Chapter 6

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 6

Chapter Summary: More of a filler chapter, not much Henry, I’m sorry.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, pregnancy, poor self image, bad coping mechanisms, low self esteem.

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5}

"I already told you, Faye! I don't want anything to do with this!"

"So because I want to keep my babies, you're leaving me? Is that what you're trying to tell me, David?"

"Yes! Shit, I knew you were dumb, but seriously!"

"Excuse me?"

"Are you deaf too, whore? How do you even know I'm the one that knocked you up? You've slept with just about every guy in town!"

"Get the fuck out."

"Don't come crying to me later! You're nothing without me! No one is ever going to want you. Especially once you have kids. Who the hell wants used goods? Have fun living a life of regret!"

Faye jerked awake, her head spinning as she tried to catch her bearings. Did David really leave her just like that? Sure he wasn't the greatest, but he had never lashed out like that before. At least not where anyone else could witness it.

No. David's gone. He has been gone for almost four years now. New life. Starting over. It's all in the past now.

Have to get the baby up before the sitter comes. Work is coming up soon. Life goes on.

"Briar, what are you doing on the floor?" Faye chuckled, crouching down next to her daughter, curled up on her pillow by her bed.

"I'm a puppy." Briar yawned in explanation, holding her arms up to be lifted, promptly licking her mother's cheek as soon as she was up.

"Briar, we talked about licking people."

"I'm not Briar, I'm puppy."

"Ok then, puppy, no licking people. Now what do you want for breakfast?"

"Puppy food."

"Cereal it is."

Feed the toddler, quick shower, get dressed, throw her hair up away from her face, wait for the baby sitter, hugs and kisses goodbye, then off to work. The usual routine she had settled herself into.

Feed the baby, because she's hungry and she comes first.

Shower, because she probably has some sort of mystery goo on her from the toddler.

Get dressed, avoid the mirror.  No one wants to be reminded of how much they've changed. The softness she wasn't used to around her lower stomach, hips and thighs. Her breasts no longer as perky as they used to be. The stretchmarks competing with her tattoo's for attention.

Then, the hardest part of the day. "Ok, Briar, Mrs. Anderson is here. Mommy has to go to work. I love you."

"I love you too, Mommy." Briar responded, hugging her mother tight and kissing her cheek before she was sat back down.

"Have a nice day, Miss Warren."

"I hope she's not too much to handle."

"Never is."

Some days, Faye likes to pretend she's ok. Like she has a handle on things. Like she knows what she's doing and not just blindly stumbling through her life while trying to do right by her daughter.

Other days, she would absently push her sleeves up and her eye would catch on the black lines decorating her forearm, just below her elbow. Some days she's reminded that life is a bitch, and you can't always get what you want. On those days she tried to stay out of her own head, though that rarely worked.

She could slap on a smile with the best of them, but she could never force it to reach her eyes. Her face always remained an open book, free for anyone to read. The past creeps up on you. There's nothing you can do to stop it some days. On a bad day, the ghosts of the past will haunt your mind, echoing the worst days of your life into the void of your shattered heart.

"No one is ever going to want you!"

"You're nothing without me!"

"Who wants used goods?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Warren. There was nothing we could do."

Over and over on a seemingly never ending loop, reminding her of the darkest times in her life.

Why would anyone want her? She's not the same hot twenty six year old she used to be. She was soft. She was saggy. She would never be as attractive as she used to be. Anyone in their right mind would turn around and run once they realized how much she had let herself go.

Days like today were best spent keeping people at a distance. Tell them some story about being tired. Avoid anyone that is going to call her out on her obvious lie. Therein lies the problem with dying your hair obnoxious colors. Among a sea of blonde and brunette, powder blue tends to stick out and make it almost impossible to vanish.

Lie your way out of it. Survive another day. Tomorrow might not be better, but at least it won't be the same.

"Mommy, you're back!" The sweetest sound she could hear all day.

"I always come back, my little love." Faye assured, kissing her daughter's head.

Need to care for the baby. She comes first. She deserves the world. Play time. Dinner time. Bath time. Story time. Bed time. The same after work routine she had established months ago when she decided to drop everything and run.

Her daughter thought the world of her. She would do anything to see her smile. She would wear the stupid costume. She would pretend to be a horsey. She would let her daughter use her as a jungle gym. She would make the same dinner again for the third night in a row for her.  So what if she soaked the bathroom floor during bath time? She was a mermaid, and she wanted to show off her tail. Story time, always an adventure with her imaginative little girl. What world would they find themselves in today? Dinosaurs? Princesses? Mythology? A rhyming book?

Ah, yes of course. Her current favorite, the book about the dinosaur cleaning his room. She was a girl obsessed with dinosaurs at the moment.

"Mommy, where's my Papa?" Briar asked, staring intently down at the page depicting a mother and father watching the dinosaur throw away paper scraps.

"Don't worry about him, sweetheart. He wasn't a nice man." Faye explained, resting her cheek on her daughter's head.

"Can I have a new Papa?"

"Maybe someday, sweetheart."

"Can Spider-man be my new Papa?"

"Why do you want Spider-man to be your new Papa?"

"He's my boyfriend!"

"That's not how it works, silly. If he's your boyfriend, he can't also be by boyfriend! Pick another hero!"

"Batman!"

"Well, he is rich." Faye mused, Briar giggling happily. "Now it's time for bed, my love."

"Ok, Mommy. I love you!"

"I love you too, Briar." Faye whispered, kissing her forehead. The nightlight was switched on and the door was left cracked open, just in case. Now for her seldom used free time.

Should she sketch some more? Finish that painting she started forever ago? Ever since she started a "real" job, her art had fallen by the wayside. She was too drained to do much after work and caring of her daughter.

Maybe some drawing will lift her spirits and keep the nightmares at bay tonight. But what to draw? Not in the mood for still life. Brain too fried for something straight from her imagination. Her usual model was sleeping, and her last few self portraits had been a serious blow to her ego. She just drew what she saw in the mirror. Then, when she was finished, she decided she should have worn more clothing before she drew herself. What was supposed to boost her confidence and empower her as a woman instead left her wondering when exactly she developed that roll when sitting in that position.

"Fuck it. I'm drawing a moose." Faye grumbled to herself, turning the page from her self portrait to a blank sheet. Half an hour later when she was trying to remember what a moose's antlers looked like, she finally picked up her phone. Seven unread messages? That seems like a lot. When was the last time she looked at her phone? Oh yeah, when she got home, five hours ago.

All from one person. So she wasn't ignoring everyone at least. Seven messages, all from Henry. Shit. That's not good.

Are you ok?

You seemed off on set today

You didn't even talk to me

Did you at least make it home alright?

Can you send me a sign of life?

I'm sorry if I upset you or something. Can you please talk to me? I'm genuinely worried.

Please?

Well, fuck. Here she was playing unicorn apocalypse with her daughter, and this poor guy was worrying himself to death.

Sorry, I was drawing a moose

Perfect way of saying "I wasn't ignoring you" while also avoiding his persistent questions about her wellbeing. The good old 'drawing a moose' excuse. Works every time.

I think your moose aged me by ten years. Are you ok?

Just had a bad day

Anything I can do to help?

Squeeze me until I stop struggling and my spine snaps

That's called 'murder' Miss Warren

I knew there was a name for it

Is there anything I can do for you that involves less prison?

Nah, if you're not going to take me out, then I'm not interested

I'm not going to take you out by murder. I will take you out on a date.

Faye froze, staring at her phone. He was just playing around, like he always did. No way he was serious. Henry liked to flirt, and she wasn't about to throw herself at him over a joke. She had more dignity than that. So how does she respond? She can't just ignore him, and taking forever to respond is going to give the impression that she was freaking out over what he said.

She was completely freaking out over what he had said, but he didn't need to know that. Was he just looking to get laid or something? Probably. He had gotten pretty close the last time he had been over. There's a difference between dating and screwing, though. He was probably just looking for someone to fuck while waiting for a woman worth his time to come along. Faye was broken out of her thoughts by her phone going off again, alerting her to a new message. Didn't he know she was busy having an existential crisis?

If you're free on Sunday you can come over and show me that moose your working on

*you're

Smart ass

Sunday?

I'll have to see if Mrs. Anderson can watch Briar

Bring her along. She keeps asking me about Kal

Pretty on brand for her

Sunday?

Sunday.

Sunday. What to wear on Sunday? He was probably looking for a little something something for his time, so something slutty? She got rid of all her slutty clothes after she had Briar in a fit of self hatred toward her new mom bod, so that was out. Besides, he wouldn't have invited Briar over too if he was looking to get laid.

So what does one wear on a casual 'date' these days? She had until Sunday to figure that out.

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[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Banner

One Shot: Phobias 

Summary: Katie encounters an enemy FAR WORSE than anything she’s seen before. Can Steve saver her before it’s too late?

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Language, Spiders, and a little bit of fluff

A/N: So this is a little one shot/drabble that came to me after my husband saved my life from a monster in the bathroom...

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 7

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

“SSSSTEEEEEEEEEVE!” 

The scream made the glass of water in Steve’s hand slip to the point he almost dropped it. Placing it down with a slam on the coffee table he stood up and bolted down the hall towards his bathroom only to be met by Katie, who was in her bra and denim shorts hurtling towards him.

“What is it?” He frowned, instantly placing himself between her and the bathroom, looking at the door.

“In there.” She muttered, and as her hands gripped at his hips he could feel her shaking behind him.

“Someone’s in there?” He looked over his shoulder and down at her.

She shook her head, stuttering a little in fear.  “I… just… I can’t…”

Steve was really puzzled now. Not a lot phased Katie Stark. She had fought alongside him in the battle of New York, facing off against God Knows how many Aliens. The year before she had tackled the Mandarin with her brother, then there was Loki in the Desert, countless missions with SHIELD, so what on Earth had got her so petrified, in his bathroom no less,  that she was trembling behind him?

“Stay here.” He instructed, gently before he crept forward and stepped to the bathroom. The door was wide open and he could see or hear nothing. Frowning he looked behind the door, in the tall cupboard that housed his toiletries, towels, bedsheets etc… all clear. He was just about to ask her what the fuck was going on when a movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He glanced into the shower cubicle and there was the culprit.

“Jesus Christ sweetheart.” He groaned, with a somewhat exasperated sigh as he looked at the spider. “You nearly gave me a heart attack. I thought someone had broken in and was about to kill you.”

“Something did break in!” She squeaked back, still from her spot in the hall “It’s gonna eat me!” Steve rolled his eyes to himself. It was nothing more than a house spider. A fairly big one, he had to admit, but utterly harmless. Nevertheless, he knew Katie was petrified of the damned things. She had admitted to him post an incident with one on a Quinjet that she had woken up when she was three with one on her face and had been scared witless of them ever since.

“Katie, it’s not gonna hurt you.” he reasoned.

“I don’t care!” her voice was high pitched “Incy Wincy fucking Gorilla needs to leave” That did make him laugh. “Okay, Okay.” His chuckles died down. “I’ll sort it. Don’t panic.” Luckily for her, spiders fascinated Steve. He had always found their webs a thing of beauty, and in the army had often wandered the woods early in the morning to see them speckled with dew in the growing light of the sunrise or frost in the winter, sketching the particularly intricate ones he found. He bent down, scooped the arachnid in to his hands careful to keep it enclosed and headed back into the hall. “Where is..is it IN YOUR HANDS?” She shrieked, eyes wide as she backed away from him. “Why didn’t you kill it?” “I’m not gonna kill it!” he said, shaking his head “It isn’t his fault you’re scared of him.” “But…”

“Honey, it’s fine, I’m gonna let it go outside!” He tried hard not to laugh at the sheer look of disgust and horror on her face. “Just open the door for me ok?”

“Outside outside or like the hall way outside?” She said, looking at him. He paused for a moment, he had been thinking just the hall- it was a house spider after all. But he could hear her reaction already- I’ll just come back under the door…

“Outside outside.” he confirmed, and her shoulders visibly sagged as she exhaled and headed to the doorway. She opened it, then backed away from him to let him out. Giving her a smile he headed outside, spider safely contained in his cupped hands as he headed down the stairs to the main door of his apartment block. Using his foot to keep the door jarred open, he stooped down and gently let the spider go. It scurried off and he wiped his hands on his jeans before he took the three flights back up to his floor two steps at a time. Katie was in the kitchen, still in her bra and shorts, a glass of water in her hand. He leaned in the doorway looking at her for a moment, smile playing on his lips. Even when she was being absurd he loved her.

“You can stop looking at me like that.” she said to him. 

“Like what?”

“Like you think I’m utterly ridiculous.

”Steve cut her off with a chuckle “You are utterly ridiculous.” he said, striding towards her to give her a hug. She let out a noise that was half chuckle, half groan as she pressed her face into his t-shirt. “But I love you, arachnophobia induced drama included.

”She stayed still, her cheek pressed into his chest as his hands gently held her close, palms warm on her bare back.

“Gonna go for my shower now.” She mumbled.

“Ok” he pressed a kiss to her head “You coming back out or going straight to bed?”

“Bed.”

“Alright, I won’t be far behind you.”

She smiled up at him, before she headed out of the room and he watched her go, her hips swaying gently as she walked. 

The water was hot as Katie stepped underneath it. She hated being that petrified of something as stupid as a spider, she really did. Logically she knew it was daft, they were so small in comparison to her. Tony had constantly told her whenever he had to rescue her from the eight-legged-freaks, ‘they’re more scared of you than you are of them’, but that was utter bollocks. Frankly, she’d take fighting off ten men single handed against dealing with one of them. 

With a sigh she washed her hair, turned the water off and then set about cleaning her teeth before she headed out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Steve was already in there and as she walked into the room he gently tossed a clean t-shirt onto the bed for her and she grinned. She loved sleeping in his shirts, for no reason other than they were his. And he loved the fact she loved to sleep in them for the same reason. He dropped a kiss to her cheek and told her he was going for a shower himself before he headed into the bathroom himself. She dried off, braided her hair before shrugging the T-shirt and settling down between the sheets of his bed. Steve returned a little under ten minutes later, chest speckled with drops of water he hadn’t dried off completely.

“Honey do you want a drink or anything?”

“No I’m good, Stevie, thanks.” She mumbled, eyes closed as she snuggled further into the bed. He dressed in a pair of sweats, leaving his chest bare- another thing he’d started doing since they’d been sharing a bed as Katie much preferred snuggling into him like that- and he began the usual routine of checking the doors and windows before he returned and slipped under the covers next to her. She let out a sigh and moved so that her head was lay on his chest, her hand gently tangling into the smattering of dark blonde hair that was there. He could tell she was wide awake, pondering something. 

“What’s the matter?” he asked gently.

“Do you think I’m a dumbass, you know, because of the whole…spider thing? I know it’s ridiculous, but...”

Steve took a deep breath and moved so that he was led on his side, facing her. She pouted at being jostled off his chest and he smiled at the look of indignation on her face as he tucked a stray hand of hair behind her ear.

���Clowns.” he said gently. 

“What? What has that got-“

“I hate them.” He gave a little shrug. “They freak me out. Big time. Can’t stand to look at them let alone be in the same room as them.” “So that’s why you don’t wanna watch IT.” She smiled softly “You’re scared of Clowns?” He nodded “Once when we were kids, there was a Carnival down at Coney. Bucky and I went in this like maze thing. Contained a load of mirrors and stuff…but the last room you went in was basically nothing but clowns, and you had no idea which one was the mirror and which one was the real thing.” He gave a shudder at the memory and he felt his girl’s hands warm on his chest. “Well, when the damned thing moved I had a complete melt down, asthma attack, you name it…”

“Why have you never told me this before?”

“Doesn’t do my Captain Badass image any good, does it?”

“And my spider phobia doesn’t do mine any good.” She chuckled a little. “Especially seeing as one of my best friend’s goes by the code name Black Widow.” He gave a little chuckle and wrapped his arms around her, as she turned over to get comfortable. He pulled her to him, her back pressing to his chest, and closed his eyes as he wrapped himself around her. She sighed, happy to bask in his warmth.

“Thank you for rescuing me” She mumbled and he gave a laugh that vibrated through his chest into her.

“Isn’t that what a man is supposed to do? Be his Dame’s Knight in shining armour?”

“Yeah but most Knights slay fire breathing dragons…” she said, before pausing slightly. “Oh God can u imagine? A fire breathing spider?”  she shivered.

 “Ok. Honey, now you’re being ridiculous again.” he said, eyes still closed. 

“Hey, for all we know it could exist, like in the deepest, depths of Peru somewhere, just hasn’t been discovered…”

“Well, lucky for us we aint in Peru.” he said with a sigh, as he dropped a soft kiss to the back of her neck. “Now go to sleep.” 

**** Chapter 8

[bittybattybunny]

I hope your not feeling down on your writing skills because I haven't caught up and commented on your latest releases. It's not you it's that I pick too many fanfics to follow and they all update a lot and I've been so busy and I've fallen behind on so many fics from various authors and sometimes my depression just makes me want to lie in bed all day doing nothing and it doesn't help I have to spend my limited spoons helping family everyday. I know these aren't good excuses, but I do sympathize with the lack of energy feeling at least. But your work really does bring a lot of joy to my life. It's so fun keeping up with your various AUs, and your latest one that features Kaya as Spider King has me really hyped because I want to learn more about Kaya, she's so fun! And Ruclipse is such a good comfort ship that just hits all the things I like seeing in a ship. You're so amazing and creative and it's awful that anyone would try to make you feel otherwise! Like your newest OC, Justin Tyme seems like such a lovable dumbass bastard. I love his wild, curly hair and his dapper outfit. I can't wait to see what dumb shit he gets himself into! I know this is really long and rambly, but I hope you know you have fans who genuinely love your work. I don't know if you're still thinking about that one comment you mentioned that got you really down, but honestly, fuck that guy. I don't know what they said but it must have been pure BS to have you doubting your hard earned art skills. I wish I could do more to prove you're awesome and that your fans really admire you, I just hope you don't stop sharing what you love because some rando was nasty for no good reason. Because we love what you do!

It's not like anyone one person nonny so please don't blame yourself. This has been an ongoing thing for a few months actually...

it's just a general thing over all lately like. I mentioned this in dm's with a friend but overall past few months I've had lower engagement overall with my works and it really does a number on my confidence. More so because like your latter point.

yes, I am still very much thinking about that one negative comment. Because that person also has the need to comment on other things and I even had a thing asking why I took a few weeks to update (when reality I posted to another ongoing fic and my TLC chapters are long chapters) and just the fact they could tear into a character (yes it was a comment on a character specifically and not even a main character it's a side character who has an important role for Snatcher's growth as a person down the line) then go saying "why didn't you update" when I posted a double update that week---

Like it lives in my head rent free and I want to literally cry because like the character is a focal in an upcoming chapter and I can't deal with another "why are they back" type thing. because "everyone finds them annoying"

And I'll be honest. it was Kaya. Like I've been trying to have fun with my BCU stuff with her as Spiderking because it's engaging for me and me and @/doodleimprovement even came up with a b-plot involving Kaya and Hattie trying to hook Nell and Marcus together and it's one of the best things as well as Kaya and Nell having a really good relationship.

but because of that one comment it makes me hesitant to do anything with Kaya despite she's one of my oldest ocs, my most thought out ocs and I adore her beyond anything. Like yes she's over powered and such and in TLC rn she comes off as a know it all, but upcoming chapters will show she's just a spacey kid who's trying to fit into a role others decided for her and isn't really as all mighty as she seems. Snatcher even ends up thinking of her as a little sister more than anything. Like fuck I'm even hesitant to share anything on her actual story despite how much work is in it. Like she's my favorite Oc (that's why shes my discord icon, and I'm pretty sure she's my twitter icon as well)

And like the points in the comment just. IDK they didn't fit to her, if anything the points are more suited to be shot at Eclipse.

Which is another thing I just get iffy on. I love RuClipse and everything with it. I love writing and drawing the dorks. But I'm now so afraid if Kaya could be attacked for only showing in a handful of chapters that don't even touch on who she is, when is someone going to finally tell me off on my wolf? who's going to tear into a character I pour a lot of personal shit into to try and comfort myself?

I use Ruclipse to deal with my own romantic heart, they are what I wish I could have so I love to write them, I hurt them but i like to make them happy in the end. Someone who can deal with your highs and lows. No ones perfect but you can still figure it out and love even the negative parts (I am a heavy romantic OTL)

he is in fact a lovable bastard. i have fun plans and he gives me an excuse for why Cel is so tired and having to be the brain cell and how she even wound up working with the time kids when she's so much older than they are. Currently I'm trying to think of how to use him and honestly I think he's gonna wind up hella comic relief fun guy who's just making a mess and do his own side story while Hat and Bow are busy in subcon----

thank you, I don't mind the rambly it kinda gave me a chance to get this off my chest... like I've typed this kinda response up time and time again and I always delete. I feel like I'm whining because I get upset but it's just, I spend so much time making things, I use all my spoons on either working or creating, I just want to know if it means anything but then negativity lives in my head because what's a functioning meat cube??? I try to stay positive but it's hard. Like another thing is Moon Guardian; the reason I haven't updated? because I have had someone bothering me about it. weekly I get asked about how I'm doing on it but it's not from a place of "want to read it" it's because I told them they couldn't post a certain thing until the chapter is done so it feels pressuring to constantly get asked because I feel the only reason they want to post is to boost their thing and I'm just the machine to boost it with my characters and comic.... like it feels they've taken the comic from me and it sucks because I have so many fun things planned. Like I accidentally went off on Nina about a thing with Alpine skyline and Eclipse as well as a thing with a Time Rift and a Jelly ghost.

Sorry kinda went off, just I've sat on this thought train since like early april. I've done my best to ignore it and just keep going but it's gotten really hard with the fact my health hasn't been really great. I've spent a lot of time lately bed bound because I just hurt so badly. if I'm not resting, I'm at my day job which is incredibly stressful rn as I only really work mornings and I see things that are being missed so then i report it and it still gets missed and i can't get it fixed after a point cuz we're back to full service and need the people so I can't nitpick but just.... I'm bitter okay like if I left this shit when I worked I would have gotten yelled at but now we just let it slide??? and this stresses me out which then causes my body to freak out because I'm stressed which puts me in more pain. and then like at work have people acting shocked I have my cane or soemthing and just skfdslkfksdf

so my energy is so tanked. and then the negative comment in my head, no idea if people like things cuz I have no idea if I hear nothing, just has had me doubting why post. Like I should go back to just not posting my stories and sketches or w/e and slink back to my hole like I was before.

idk Its just. a bad night in the house of bun. I've had these thoughts festering and I guess today was the dam breaking. It's probs cuz I'm nervous posting Chimeras because it's a very dark au.

[giant-sketches]

Oh my gosh! This part is so long that I drew a total of four sketches for it instead of the usual three. I’ve been changing up my writing a bit so I do hope you enjoy it still. 

Again if you would like to be added to the tag list down below just send me an ask or comment and I’ll make sure to add you.

Disclaimer: past trauma, crying, mention of eating people, people being treated like toys, swearing/cursing, pain, innuendos

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In the valley:

Roman: “VIRGIL! VIRGIL PLEASE WAKE UP!!! VIRGIL!”

Remus: “Hush now, your prince has fallen into a deep slumber thanks to my sleeping spell.”

Roman: “REMUS! What sleeping spell, you stomped on him until he passed out!?”

Remus: “It’s an original, I call it Stompus Knockoutus!”

Roman: “Ugh, whatever! Just let me down this instant you dirty marauder!”

Remus: “Woooo! Marauder, I like that. Thanks for the darling nickname Princey!”

Roman: “Aaaahhhh! What are you even going to do with me?”

Remus: “I’m taking you back to my little hole in the wall so we can play together like old times.”

Roman: “Li-like old times?”

- Roman shuddered at the memories of when his brother and he would play ‘games’ before the destabilization occurred. Once Roman and Remus had split from the same trait they stuck together still as brothers who had no idea how to be separate people. Those days started out pleasant with their creative minds expanding everyday. Roman imagined far off lands, magnificent castles, heroic adventures, and more. Remus, on the other hand, imagined tentacle arms, vomiting spiders, eyeball spaghetti, and more disturbing imagery.

- It quickly became obvious to the others that Remus was beginning to unravel once Roman started distancing himself from him. It’s all he could do as Remus’s thoughts were too extreme for Roman to take in as their imaginations interfered with one another. In response, Remus became a recluse and locked himself away to drown in his own madness. Roman tried desperately to talk with Remus, to find some kind of solution so they could stay together, but to no avail. Then one night a large crashing sound shook the fort awake. Roman dashed to his brother’s room in a panic and swung open the door, only to find a now 150 foot tall giant grinning menacingly at him.

Remus: “I’ve found a solution to our problem brother! If I simply take you away from here then we’ll never be separated again.”

Roman was petrified with fear and had no strength left to flee as Remus’s giant hand snatched him higher and higher into the air. There was no tenderness in his touch as Roman’s bones cracked and he yelped in pain.

Remus: “Singing cheers of our reunion all ready? Glad to hear them, keep it going!”

Remus squeezed even tighter as he violently pumped his fist in the air, with Roman in hand. Roman screamed loudly in pain and tears began to well up in his eyes.

Remus: “Tears of joy as well?! Oh brother, you really do know what I like!”

- Now fully enjoying his new stature Remus cheerily skipped away from the fort, into the forest and up the mountain to a cave that could fit him. For the next month Roman endured a variety of Remus’s ‘games’ and was treated like a plaything. He would be punished if he misbehaved and he was kept in a drawer with only a small hole where the knob should be for air. Eventually, Patton and Logan were able to find him when Remus was away and promptly rescued him. However, the experience left him traumatized.

- That’s why it had been so hard for him to adjust to Virgil being one of them. Luckily, with time, he realized that wasn’t true and that Virgil was special. He was special to him. Roman could feel his consciousness fading as he was still exhausted and slowly passed out as Remus carried him off into the mountains. He was simply too tired to fight back or stay awake. Roman could only hope his friends would be able to find him soon. --------------------------- Back at the fort:

Patton: “ROMAN’S BEEN KIDNAPPED!?”

Virgil: “I’m so sorry Pat. Remus snuck up on me while Roman was sleeping and I-I couldn’t do anything. I was too scared.”

Patton: “Oh Virgil, there’s no need to beat yourself up over it. We’re together now, so let's go get our boy back!”

Logan: “My thoughts exactly Patton, but we need a plan. Virgil, do you have any idea where Remus might have taken Roman? Last time he hid out in a cave up in the mountains, but that ridge is vast so it will take too much time to scan all of it.”

Virgil: “I think he’d still be hiding the same way honestly. I remember him bringing me to this one cave he had all decked out with all sorts of weird clothes and tiny buildings.”

Logan: “Promising, do you recall where that cave was?”

Virgil: “Yeah I do since it was just a couple of months ago.”

Patton: “Why did he take you there anyway?”

Virgil bit down on his lower lip as he decided whether or not to answer Patton.

Virgil: “Ugh, he wanted me to play with him...but he said we had to go out and find some toys first.”

Patton: “Toys!? Yo-you don’t mean...people?”

Patton was mortified at just the idea of people being played around like dolls. Virgil freaked out and responded quickly,

Virgil: “Woah hey! I never agreed to it. I never liked playing with that guy so I just shrugged him off and found a corner to read in instead. You don’t think I’d actually go out people-snatching with that loon do you Pat?”

Patton’s eyes softened.

Patton: “Oh course not kiddo, but the idea was really scary to think about is all. I know you don’t see us like that.”

Virgil sighed in relief and smiled. Logan coughed a bit to suggest they get a move on quickly in order to rescue Roman.

Gently, Virgil laid his hand on the ground and motioned for Patton to climb on up. Patton hopped right on enthusiastically as he was lifted up to Virgil’s shoulder. Logan reached out his arms to help Patton climb on and they held hands to keep each other steady as Virgil stood back up.

Logan: “One more thing before we disembark on our mission, Virgil, I suggest you increase in size substantially in order to better traverse the mountain terrain.”

Patton: “I agree with Logan. If you get bigger it will help finding Roman easier.”

Virgil: “Okay, you both hold onto my shirt collar then. I don’t want either of you falling off.”

Logan and Patton: “Got it!”

- With that Virgil shifted dramatically to a whopping 500 feet tall instantly. As they were being flung up rapidly, Patton and Logan hugged onto Virgil’s shirt for dear life until the shaking stopped. Both of them peeled their eyes open again to find their new view spectacular! They could see everything from the town, lake, valley, forest, and mountains. Neither of them had ever been so high up before. The entire experience was completely indescribable as they both stared in awe.

Virgil: “You both okay?” he whispered.

Virgil’s sudden question snapped Patton and Logan out of their starry eyed daze and back to reality. They both hastily answered,

Logan and Patton: “Yes, we’re fine!”

Virgil: “Alright, I’m going to start moving then. Prepare yourselves.”

- Instinctively, Logan and Patton both gripped onto Virgil’s shirt collar tightly and braised themselves. This was going to be a long trip as each step Virgil took, no matter how delicately, jostled the two of them around like wet noodles. ----------------------------- Now in the caves:

Remus: “Wakey, wakey sleeping beauty. Your tower awaits.”

- Roman was in a daze when he awoke to find himself lying on what appeared to be a play mat with the design of cobblestone printed on. Immediately, he remembered where he was and with whom. It took even less time for him to realize he was no longer wearing the clothes he previously had on as well. He was now donning a poofy pink dress, white silk gloves, and a puffed up blonde wig with a tiara attached. His face had been painted on with a fake beauty mark near his eye and plump red lips. Overall, he looked ghastly!

Roman: “Oh my gosh, did you undress me in my sleep?!”

Remus: “What’s a little nudity between brothers? Honestly you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You make a darling little damsel!”

Roman: “Damsel? Is that what this tacky dress is all about? You want to play damsel in distress with me?”

Remus touched his nose in delight.

Remus: “Bing bong! You got it!!!”

Roman: “Then are you supposed to be the prince or something?”

Remus: “Come now brother, do I look like a prin-”

Roman: “No.”

Remus: “Ouch, you didn’t even let me finish. Now I’m left all limp.”

Roman winced in disgust at that remark.

Remus: “No your prince is the brat I left out cold in the valley. I’m taking up the role of the big scary monster who's taking you hostage in my tower.”

Roman: “I’d hardly call this cave a tower.”

- Remus smirked as he flicked his pointer finger in the direction right behind Roman. A shiver ran down his spine as he cautiously turned around to face the looming figure of a tower, a real tower. It wasn’t something Remus had made, but stole from somewhere. Roman didn’t even want to think about what else Remus might have destroyed in the process of acquiring it, then an even more frightening thought flashed through his mind. Frantically, Roman looked around the room to see if Remus had snatched any people up as well.

Remus: “Now, now brother there’s no need to worry. You’re the only toy here and that’s because you’re so special to me. This game is just for the two of us, that is until your tiny friends find you.”

Thank goodness Roman thought as he sighed in relief. No one else had to suffer the way he had all those years ago. He had finally started to relax a little when Remus suddenly began poking at his backside.

Remus: “No time to waste princess! Time for you to get into the tower and start the game.”

Each poke was more forceful than the last, until Roman found it hard to keep his footing. He toppled over in pain to Remus’s dismay.

Remus: “Hey! Don’t ruin the dress, it’s my favorite.”

That was the last straw for Roman. He wasn’t going to be Remus’s plaything, not again.

Roman: “ENOUGH! I’m not playing your games anymore Remus! Not now, not ever! Screw you, this ugly dress, this stupid play mat, and the idea that I’m still afraid of you after all this time!”

- In a fit of rage Roman chucked the dress and wig off his person and hurled the gloves towards his brother in a challenging manner. Luckily, it seemed Remus had only removed his shirt as he was still wearing his pants and boots. Using his arm he wiped off the paint on his face and scowled at Remus. Remus was not pleased.

Remus: “It would appear you’re in need of some punishment in order to correct that boorish attitude of yours.”

Without warning, Roman was forcefully grabbed and lifted high up towards Remus’s face. While startled, Roman wasn’t going to keep quiet like when he was a kid.

Roman: “Just try me! There’s nothing you could do that would affect me anymore.”

Remus: “That’s what you’d think, but I’ve had a long time to come up with better punishments. I actually had an epiphany the other day that I think will work quite nicely in turning you docile.”

Roman gulped loudly. What could Remus be thinking of doing to him that he hadn’t already done?

Remus licked his lips.

Remus: “You know brother, at my size it wouldn’t be too hard to swallow someone whole. I’ve been playing around with the idea for a while now. I used to lick you all when I was a kid, but now I think it might be fun to try for something bigger than just a taste.”

Roman’s eyes went wide with fear. Remus wouldn’t actually eat him, would he? He must be bluffing, right?

Roman: “Woah, hey Remus, yo-you couldn’t actually be entertaining the idea of e-eating me would you?”

Roman was now visibly shaking and his throat had gone dry. The thought of being eaten alive was just too horrifying to imagine.

Remus: “I am actually, after all you look like such a taste morsel.”

- Remus stuck out his tongue tauntingly as Roman squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel himself being lifted up slowly towards Remus’s mouth as his putrid breath wafted over him. He really was going to be eaten, he thought. Miraculously, a familiar loud cry echoed from outside the cave,

Virgil: “ROMAN!”

Roman gasped as he flung his eyes open towards the cave entrance with excitement. He was saved!

Remus: “Looks like the party crashers have arrived! Ahead of schedule, but after this disappointing first act I’m looking forward to the clim-”

- Before Remus could even finish a massive hand launched itself into the cave and pulled him out into the night sky. Startled Remus was not at all prepared for what he would see next. He was now, somehow, locked in place by a giant fist and staring up at a now massive sized Virgil. Never in his life had he seen something or someone bigger than himself. In this moment Remus for once felt completely helpless and small in Virgil’s stern grip.

Remus: “Wh-what is this? How are you this big all of a sudden? I-I...this isn’t right.”

- Previously, outside Virgil had asked Patton and Logan to wait behind him as he went up ahead at max size. He needed them to stay a safe distance away as he confronted Remus head on. They both agreed and waited in the forest for his and Roman’s return. Virgil then walked a considerable distance away before shifting to double his current size, his limit of 1000 feet. This is where he stands now with Remus in his clutches and pissed off!

Virgil: “Let him go.”

Surprise, by such a suppressing voice coming from the once tiny Virgil, Remus completely missed what he just said. He was now overcome with fear he had never experienced before. He was now the weakling.

Remus: “Wh-what?”

Virgil: “I said let him go, now.”

Virgil repeated himself as calmly as he could. He was fuming with rage right now as he spotted Roman still being held tightly in Remus’s hand. Although, he did take pleasure in seeing Remus afraid of him for once. Still, Virgil couldn’t help thinking about what he had become if even the monsters feared him.

Remus: “O-okay….”

- Cautiously, Virgil raised his free hand up towards Remus in order to have a safe place for Roman to land on when released. As Roman fell out onto Virgil’s palm he gasped for air as Remus’s grip knocked the wind out of him when they were both pulled out of the cave. Concerned, Virgil gingerly lifted his hand up to his face to get a better look at Roman’s condition. He appeared physically okay, except that he was missing his shirt. Virgil wanted so badly to comfort him, but knew at his current size it would be too dangerous to try. He didn’t want another kissing incident after all.

- He decided it would be best to set Roman down for now while he dealt with Remus, however, before he started to move again the image of Roman running towards his face stopped him. Suddenly, Roman was clinging to the arch of Virgil’s nose and sobbing. All the stress and fear he had bottled up in order to put on a brave face melted away the moment he was safe on top of Virgil's hand. Virgil had previously been worried about Roman’s reaction to his now gigantic size after hearing about what happened to him as a child from Patton and Logan on the way here. It appeared his concerns were unwarranted as Roman felt safest when near Virgil.

Roman: “Virgil, oh my gosh Virgil, I was so scared!”

Virgil: “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here now. You’re safe with me”

Roman: “I-I know, but he….he tried to eat me. I thought I wa-was going to die. I’m so glad you showed up when you did!”

Trying his best to keep himself from yelling,

Virgil: “He tried to do what?!”

Remus groaned as the fingers surrounding him suddenly tightened.

Virgil: “Oh I’m sorry did that hurt? Good! How would you feel if I tried to eat you right now?”

Remus chuckled, Remus: “That’d be one hell of a french kiss monsieur monstre.”

Virgil scoffed in disgust while Roman frowned at Remus calling Virgil of all people a monster.

Roman: “The pot calling the kettle black, I see.”

Remus: “You think I’m a monster? Have you been completely ignoring the behemoth you’re standing on? He was so small back in the valley and now he’s somehow ballooned himself to such a size that even my butthole clenches in fear.”

Roman: “Geez, did you have to use the word butthole?”

Remus: “It’s my word of the day in that I use it every day, all day.”

Virgil and Roman both groaned at this weasel's meaningless antics.

Virgil: “What should I do with him? Any ideas Roman?”

Roman: “Usually we use Logan’s dimensional splitter to just send him and Deceit back into the dark realm. I assume you left him and Patton somewhere safe so I guess that’s not an option right now.”

Virgil: “Actually, even though I’ve become a resident of the light realm I should still have the ability to form rifts still.”

Roman: “Really?! Then hurry up and do it before this guy does anymore damage. We still have to locate which town he stole that tower from.”

Virgil: “He stole a tower?!”

Roman sighed,

Roman: “Yeah...somewhere in the realm, there’s a big mess for us to clean up later.”

Virgil: “Okay then, no more waiting. It’s time to send Remus back where he belongs.”

With that Virgil created a rift big enough for him to toss Remus into with ease.

Remus hummed as he flew into the rift,

Remus: “I look forward to the third act another time!”

Roman: “Good riddens!”

Virgil had now bent down to place Roman on the ground as he started shrinking down to a more manageable size.

Virgil: “You can say that again.”

- He rested on 200 feet in order to comfortably hold all three of them once Patton and Logan were retrieved. Roman told them about what happened as Virgil concentrated on getting everyone back to the fort. Once there, it was definitely time for bed. Before Virgil headed back to his room for the night he was stopped by Roman.

Roman: “Hey Virgil...I know you’re really tired and probably rather sleep in your own bed after such an eventful night, but do you think you could sleep with me instead?”

Virgil: “You want me to sleep with you for tonight?”

Roman: “If that’s not too much to ask. I’m...still really shook up from what happened. Even though in my mind I know Remus is gone I can’t help feeling I’m not completely safe yet.”

Virgil: “I don’t mind at all Roman.”

Roman: “Really?! Thank you so much! Come one, I’ll lead you there.”

Roman cheerful took Virgil by the hand and led him to his room. Inside the walls were covered in Disney posters and theater playbills. There was pink glitter on the ceiling and the bed covering was of a unicorn jumping over a rainbow. Overall, it was super colorful compared to his.

Roman: “Come on in!”

Roman had already tucked himself into bed and was waiting patiently for Virgil to join him. Sheepishly, Virgil climbed into bed and laid his head down on the plush pillow facing Roman. Roman did the same and smiled softly towards him.

Roman: “Thank you for saving me Virgil.”

Virgil looked away.

Virgil: “Even though I was completely useless at the valley?”

Roman reached out his hand to stroke Virgil’s face.

Roman: “Now you listen here. That wasn’t your fault and anyone else in your position also would have been knocked out cold if a giant stomped on them suddenly.”

Virgil chuckled as he lifted his hand up to touch Roman’s and leaned into it.

Virgil: “You’re right, sorry. I accept your thanks.”

Roman: “Good. Now for your reward.”

Virgil: “My wa-”

- Without warning, Virgil found himself locking lips with Roman in a passionate kiss! Stunned, Virgil simply let himself enjoy the moment until Roman pulled away slowly. Both of them were fully satisfied with the exchange and blushing deeply with embarrassment.

Roman: “We-well goodnight Virgil!” he stuttered as he hid himself under the covers.

Virgil: “Ye-yeah goodnight Roman!” he also stuttered as he turned to face the wall.

Neither of them could manage to face the other for the remainder of the night. Even though they had kissed in the valley when at the same height it was somehow more intimate.

To be continued.

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Whoops! Wrong Way 6/8

Summary: Peter has been living at Avengers Tower for 2 years, known to the workers and Avengers as Peter Parker-Stark-Rogers.  When his teacher announces that they're going on a field trip to Avengers Tower, or SI,  he's going to have to attempt to survive a day of embarrassment and keeping a secret identity.

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“Okay guys here’s the plan, mostly just protect Peter because he and that idiot Flash kid need to be the last ones so Peter can do something cool and get him out. That’s your only goal- get everyone out and protect Peter, alright?” There's a chorus of yesses that confirm her plan. She nods and motions for them to spread out around the base to be ready to run to better guns when the round starts. Just in time too. Right when they get to the starting positions FRIDAY begins counting down, “three… two… one… begin!” there’s an airhorn sound and the Avengers start their nerf gun battle.

Peter immediately starts climbing up the floating parkour platforms, dodging a few bullets while he’s at it. He jumps from platform to platform till he reaches a giant automatic nerf gun with a strap attached to it. He slings it over his shoulder and continues climbing until he gets to a high point where he can see the entire arena. There’s a snipe with extra ammo there, which he takes before laying on the ground to start sniping the other side. 

His first target is Sam. he’s at a disadvantage because he can’t use his wings in the nerf arena. He’s grounded and without a good gun. Peter smiles as he steadies his gun, focusing on Sam he takes a shot.

Misses. 

He quickly reloads while Sam begins looking around wildly, trying to figure out where the first bullet came from. Peter aims at Sam again and before Sam can retaliate, there’s a second bullet and he’s out, “Bird Brain #2 is out.” Friday announces. 

“Dang it Sam,” Steve calls out from across the arena, “already?” 

“Shut it, the kid freaking sniped me, you know how he is in these games,”

Peter laughs and begins looking for his next target. Meanwhile, Scott has shrunk down and begun sneaking over to Peter’s side. He turns back to normal size right behind Ned, quickly shooting him with the starter pistol. FRIDAY announced that Ned is now out. MJ takes the advantage of Scott celebrating and not paying attention to sneak up behind him and shoot him. He groans in frustration as FRIDAY announces he’s out, and goes to join Ned and Sam in the spectators section. 

Peter watches the commotion behind him and shoots MJ a quick thumbs up before returning to watching the opposing team, oblivious to the merc slowly making his way towards him. For some reason, his spidey-sense doesn't alert him of Wade until he’s jumped in front of him with the pistol aimed right at him. Peter puts his hands up and yells dramatically, “just kill me now!”

Wade chuckles, “I’m not here to kill you, BabyBoy. I’m here to team with you. I’m still mad at you for now putting me on your team, but I also hate my team. So, here I am!” 

“Heck yeah! Unfair advantage for the win. Great to have you on out- HOLY CRAP, watch out babe!” 

Their teaming is interrupted when a bullet hits Wade straight in the head. “Ha! Headshot it doesn’t count!” he announces glaring at Natasha who had shot him from behind one of the bunkers. She’s still smirking and a few seconds later they figure out why, “unfortunately, Deathboy, headshots are counted in this game. You are out.”

“You’re the worst Natasha! I was going to team with you!”

“That’s payback for stealing Peter from me during Hair Club.” she announces smugly. 

“Nat, really? Did you have to get my boyfriend out?” Peter asks. 

“Sorry маленький паук (little spider) he’s from the other side.”

“It’s alright мама паук (mama spider), ready to get the rest out?” 

“Let's do it.” 

Peter picks up his sniper and rushes off the platform, jumping towards a rope. He swings from rope to rope until he gets to another platform. He jumps and does a flip before landing and getting back in a sniper position he sees a flash of blue before he gets shot with a bullet. “I’m hit, dang it! FRIDAY who shot me?” 

“Turbo shot you. Although, you are still in because he used his powers so he is disqualified.”

“What the heck FRIDAY? How did you see that?”

Peter laughs, realizing that the update that he had been working on and uploaded on FRIDAY last night had upgraded her ability to see Pietro while using his powers. He watches Pietro exit the arena, leaving his guns by the door. Wanda and Nebula decide to take this moment to go get Pietro's guns and extra ammo. Wanda grabs the gun while Nebula covers for her. 

Suddenly, a bullet comes out of nowhere, hitting Nebula. Wanda turns around when FRIDAY announces that Nebula got shot, only to get hit by another bullet. Peter looks  across the arena and sees Clint in a dark corner with a piece of the arena covering him as a shield. He wants to tell him that he’s cheating but he knows that Clint will probably just shoot him anyway, so he remains silent. 

Steve finally decides to emerge from his bunker. Since he’s not allowed to use his shield, he’s taken to using a giant nerf gun instead. He runs across the arena, way too fast for Peter to be able to snipe him, towards MJ. all of her shots ricochet off of the giant gun he’s carrying until he’s within shooting range. Then, he pulls out the starter pistol and shoots her square in the chest. “That’s cheating, Cap.” she tries telling him until FRIDAY announces that she’s out. She glares at him as she exits the arena, and Peter knows that the next time there’s a prank war Steve is as good as dead. 

Meanwhile, Bucky creeps towards Steve, who’s currently looking for his next victim. He jumps out from behind one of the bunkers and uses his automated gun to shoot Steve. Around 100 bullets hit him, one after another. FRIDAY announces his ‘death’ and just like that it’s down to 5, 2 on Flash’s side and 3 on Peter’s. 

Clint and Peter are still on their perches, hidden from one another by a large tower at the center of the arena. Bucky is still creeping around where Steve got you and Natasha is a few feet away, hidden by a bunker. She appears to be strategizing. Flash is still hidden and hasn’t come out the entire game, so only Clint knows where he is. 

Peter detects movement out of the corner of his eye and turns to watch Clint slowly creep out of his corner; he silently places the piece of the arena on the platform before jumping away to another. He moves closer to the center of the arena to get a good aim of Bucky before Peter can shout a warning, Clint fires. Bucky’s out and it's now a 2 vs 2. 

Peter looks down towards Natasha, trying to signal to her they need a plan. She motions towards him and the huge tower at the center where he would be able to make a clear shot on Clint. He nods as she grabs Bucky’s fun and begins running from bunker to bunker, shooting at Clint every once in a while for good measure. 

Meanwhile, Peter moves silently throughout the arena, parkouring from platform to platform and swinging from a few ropes until he makes it to the tower. He jumps through the window and rolls to the food before jumping back up and moving to the window that has the best view of Clint. Just as he gets the shot lined up he hears FRIDA announce, “Scary Woman #1 is out.”

Three things happen in the moment one, Natasha shouts to Peter in Russia, “avenge me spider child, then get the bully out. I believe in you!” Two, Clint shouts, “I’m coming for you kid!” at the same time as, number three; Peter shoots Clint. 

Dramatically, Clint falls to the floor on his knees yelling, “No!” while FRIDAY announces that he's out. Peter grins, shouting, “I have avenged you мама паук (spider),” before returning his focus to winning the game. Flash is definitely going to stay hidden unless he’s been keeping track of- “Come out Parker! It’s just you and me. Don’t be a coward!” Flash announces, emerging from his bunker with two of the starter pistols. 

Nevermind, Peter thinks, this is going to be easier than I expected. And, as an added bonus, I’ll show off because I’m pretty sure Aunty Nat will run me through drills until even my enhanced healing can’t keep up if I don’t. 

He watches as Flash walks confidently around, trying to find where Peter is hiding. Just as he walks underneath the tower, Peter lets out a loud “whoop” sound and flips out of the widow. Flash looks up in panic, trying to find whatever devilish creature had just decided to rein it’s terror upon him. Instead, he’s met with the sight of Peter doing several flips as he falls towards him. 

Flash just manages to dodge out of the way, as Peter lands gracefully in front of him in Black Widow’s famous superhero pose. Flash falls to the ground and just lays there in school. Even when Peter walks towards him, grins maliciously and pulls out the giant gun that had been strapped to his back the entire game, pointing it directly at him. 

Before he can even think to react, Peter presses the trigger, causing all 150 bullets to hit Flash, rapid fire. 

There’s momentary silence as Peter runs out of ammo where only his heavy breathing can be heard. Finally, FRIDAY announces, “Eugene Thompson has been eliminated, Team Parker wins!” 

He noise in the arena suddenly explodes as Peter’s team and the tour group run in, congratulating Peter on his epic win, tormenting Flash for not doing anything, and talking about how awesome that battle was. Flash still hasn’t moved or talked, opting for sitting on the floor, his mouth opening and closing, gaping like a fish out of water. MJ uses this moment to sketch Flash in her crisis notebook. 

Peter, on the other hand, is grinning like a mad man and soaking up the attention for once. When everyone first came in it was surprising. His super senses weren’t too happy about the sudden explosion of noise, but Natasha had quickly yelled at them after seeing how distressed her baby spider appeared. 

After that, the questions come barreling in one after another. 

“How’d you learn to do that” (training with the Avengers)

“Why’d you act like that when getting Flash out?” (dramatic entrance) 

“Why’d you do Black Widow’s superhero pose?” (because it’s freaking awesome) 

The pose story actually was much longer than that. Some guys were harassing Nat one time about her pose and began to be super sexist and what not. After that the guys had all made their poses similar to Nat’s and even at one point all got dresses personally designed for each of them to wear to a special event. It was pretty awesome. However, that’s a lot to explain for one question so he left it at that. 

Finally, Nat tells them all to leave and meet the tour guide in the hallway, and that Peter and Flash would be with them shortly. They filed out, leaving their two classmates with the group of Avengers. 

Once they're all gone, Steve walks over to Flash and offers him his hand. Flash takes it, gratefully, and is lifted about halfway into the air before being dropped back on his butt. “Don’t mess with my kid again! I don’t condone bullying and, unfortunately for you, neither do any of the other Avengers.”

“I… what? Uh, I.. I di- didn’t. No sir!: Flash manages to stutter out before standing up and running to join the tour group. 

“And you, don’t think we aren’t aware that this kid has been bullying you for who knows how long. Your father, you, and I will be having a conversation about  it tonight.” Steve tells Peter sternly. 

“On that note… that was amazing! You finally listened to  advice on how to make a grand entrance! 

“Figured there'd be some sort of consequence if I didn’t.” “You’re dang right, маленький паук (little spider). Now go join your class.”

He nods, leaving after a quick hair ruffle from Bucky and a kiss from Wade. Ned grins at him as he rejoins the class, too starstruck from having a nerf battle with the Avengers to be able to talk. Flash, who Peter hadn’t previously noticed walking strangely close to him, begins slowing his pace until he’s directly behind Peter, “next place we go, meet me in the bathroom… or else it will be 10 times worse when we get back to school.” 

Peter mentally groans at the last part even with his enhanced healing Flash could cause some serious bruises and leave him limping, something Peter didn’t want his family seeing. So, when they arrive at the higher-up intern labs and Flash asks to go to the restroom, Peter waits a few minutes before also excusing himself to the restroom.

[evengayerpanic]

Halloween Decor [Spookstober]

Day 7 of 13 Days of Spookstober: Warehouse 13.

It's the first Halloween that there hasn't been an artifact on the loose and Myka is determined to decorate the B&B completely for Trick or Treaters, if only she could get H.G. and Claudia to stop interfering.

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“What if we set it up so that the skeleton lights on fire when the kids come up the sidewalk?” Claudia grinned from ear to ear, turning her notebook towards H.G. to show the older woman the mock prototypes she had roughly sketched out.

The smile on Helena’s face lit up excitedly. “With some pyrotechnics, we could make it a real show!”

“I know where we can find some leftover fireworks!”

“I could tether them to the house wiring, all we’d have to do is flick the light on the porch and it’d go off!”

“We could rig them to the skeleton as well so that it looks like the smoke show is coming from him, it’ll be completely rad and absolutely terrifying!”

“I’ll start on the bluepri-”

An expectant cough cut Helena off from speaking, and had the two glancing behind them and over at Myka, who looked less than amused by their elaborate Halloween decor brainstorming.

“We are not setting the house on fire.” She was firm, her voice authoritative and just slightly mothering as she glared at the two. “No discussion, not happening.”

“But Myka-”

“No!” The brunette woman glared between her girlfriend and surrogate sister. “Do you remember when you two exploded the Christmas Tree?”

Claudia let out a small laugh at the memory, or more specifically, the look on Myka’s face when their small artificial tree shot six feet into the air and combusted, causing everyone around it to have to duck for cover.

Her laugh was quickly cut off by an elbow to the stomach by Helena, who at least had the decency to look somewhat sorry by the event. “We calculated our nitrous wrong, it was only supposed to sparkle, be a real Christmas miracle, right Claudia?”

Catching on to the writer’s words, Claudia nodded quickly in agreement. “We won’t make that mistake again, Mykes, we promise we will be extra careful.”

Myka looked between Helena and Claudia, both of them flashing her pouty lips and clear wishful thinking. “You won’t make that mistake again-”

They both began to smile, looking hopeful.

“Because you are not setting the house on fire.”

“Aw come on Myka!” Claudia groaned.

“Please, darling?” Helena begged.

With a final shake of her head, Myka had made her decision, choosing instead to pass a box of decorations behind her to the two of them, over listening to their pleas for her to reconsider their idea.

“Enough, make yourselves useful and start sorting.” Myka smirked as she turned back for another box.

“All this stuff is lame though, there’s nothing scary!” Claudia huffed under her breath as she pulled out some cartoon-ish ghosts and a playful-looking Frankenstein head that was made for a door.

“I must agree with Claudia dear, isn’t Halloween for spooks and ghouls?” Helena complained as she pulled out a colourful witches hat and shoes.

“Trick or Treating is for little kids, okay, we’re not going to scare the hell out of a bunch of small children with whatever you two had planned... Got it?”

“Aww, no fair.” Came the groan in unison.

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The very next day as Myka hung a few pleasant looking ghosts around the front yard of Leena’s Bed and Breakfast, she let out a gasp as her hand came in contact with a cold red liquid spurting from one of the ghost decorations, specifically from a large wound in it’s head.

Catching her breath, Myka jumped down from the ladder and let out an angry yell. “Claudia Donavan! Helena Grace Wells! Come here, now!”

Laughing, the two girls appeared from behind one of the other trees that Myka had decorated, high-fiving until they saw the angry look on Myka’s face. 

“We are NOT making our house some sort of freak fest, got it? It’s our first Halloween where we aren’t chasing after an artifact, and I would sort of like to see some adorable young kids in cute costumes...” The two had enough shame to look thoroughly chastised, nodding as she yelled. “Do I make myself clear?!”

“It was a really good set-up...” Claudia mumbled taking the bloodied ghost and walking away with it.

The attempts to get some scary decorations into and outside of the Bed and Breakfast didn’t end there though, no matter what the women had agreed to.

An hour later as Myka was setting up cute pumpkin lights along their front walkway, she nearly knocked herself out, getting shocked as the light emitted a tiny electric storm inside the glass bulb. Helena admitted that she may have gone slightly overboard.

Three hours after that, she let out a scream as the pumpkin she was setting out on the front stoop starting spilling out dozens of fake but actually moving robotic spiders. Claudia was the one who came running out of the house, gathering up ‘her precious babies’ before Myka could trample them.

Myka had almost had enough when she came across the Michael Myers doll in the basement of the B & B.

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“Claudia, Helena, that is it, that’s enough!” She let out a shriek, watching the life-size collectible sit in a chair menacingly, eyes not leaving it until she heard the clatter coming down the stairs and fast approaching.

The two troublemakers skidded into the room, joint expressions of worry worn across their lips as they rushed to her side quickly.

“What is it, Darling?”

“What did we do now, Mykes?”

“This...” Myka trembled, pointing a finger at the being in the corner just past their noses. “This is enough. I asked the two of you for a nice happy, cheerful Halloween and you give me this?”

The two stopped speaking immediately, freezing to stare at the stunning replica that leered in the corner.

“Claudia?” Helena asked, her question unspoken but immediately understood by her young protege.

“Wasn’t me... Helena?”

“Heavens no.”

“Uhhh, Myka... That isn’t our work, that’s, that’s something else entirely.” Claudia’s whisper was frantic, worried. If it wasn’t their work, then what?

Myka rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not falling for that... You two have been trying to get me for the past two days.” She crossed her arms over her chest, turning her back to the life-sized Michael Myers. “I’m not falling for it.”

“Uhhh, Myka...” Claudia warned, her eyes widening as the previously thought to be life-sized decoration, shakily got to it’s feet and took a step towards them.

“Myka... Myka...” Helena whispered, her own heart clenching fearfully as it lumbered threateningly closer to them.

“I’m not going to fall for it-” Myka was cut off by the sound of a loud groan, and the unmistakable shuffle of footsteps behind her as the Michael Myers lunged.

It was then that Claudia screamed, her voice uncharacteristically high pitched. “RUN!” 

Claudia and Helena took off out of the basement as fast as they could, the power of fight or flight kicking in and both of them choosing flight. As they sprinted, they both shared possibilities for the lumbering beast Michael Myers that stalked them. 

"Carpenter’s Camera! Puts people inside of his movies?”

“Nicotero’s brush? Makes creatures come to life!”

“What about the dream carousel, spin it once and you receive your greatest dreams, spin it twice and you live with nightmares? Myka, didn’t we bag and tag that last month...” Claudia froze as only silence responded back to her.

“Myka? MYKA!”

Helena stopped running at that moment, grabbing Claudia quickly to stop her from running as well. “We need to go back for her, what if she was caught?”

“What if we get caught?” Claudia argued, though secretly she knew that she wasn’t about to leave her bestfriend behind, no matter how scared she was.

“She’s the love of my life, Claudia...”

“Alright, let’s go.”

The two retraced their steps to the basement, hearts pounding in their chest and ears perked up ready to hear all manner of horrifying sounds.

What sound they didn’t expect, was laughter.

Peering their head down the stairs, Claudia let out an angry yell. “PETE!” She screeched, practically flying down the stairs to attack her male bestfriend the moment that she saw him pull the Michael Myers mask off.

“Myka!” Helena yelped, flying down the stairs as well to gather her lover in her arms, stopping only once she realized that the brunette was also grinning.

“What’s going on?” Claudia voiced angrily.

“We got you!” It was Helena’s turn to let out a screech of anger as her girlfriend proudly proclaimed her victory.

Helena stepped back from Myka like she had been slapped, her cheeks growing bright red. “We thought you were hurt, that you had been killed!”

Claudia also looked red and upset, her heart still pounding in her chest from the adrenaline. “What happened to not scaring anyone for Halloween!”

“I never said that.” Myka explained, wrapping an arm around the still trembling Helena, the smile on her face infuriating both Inventor’s incessantly. “I said I didn’t want to scare the little kids... Scaring two big overgrown kids is a bit more fun.”

Claudia pouted, smacking Pete in the arm once she realized that the two of them had plotted against her. “That’s not fair, you both are mean!” Still she couldn’t help the small smile growing on her, relief filling her as she realized that they all were safe.

Myka mirrored her smile, shrugging her shoulders.

“Next time you’ll learn not to mess with me.”

[rbbalmung]

Pokemon SwSh GPL AU: Get to know _____

I mentioned yesterday that I would go more into why I like Bea and Bede as a pair, and this is how I’ll do it! Quick notes for newcomers: I’ve aged up the main cast a bit so instead of being 10-12, they’re 16-17 (as an adult, I cannot fathom a 10 year old living on their own for a year). I head cannon Bede as 17 and Bea as 18, so they’re only about a year apart in age. I think I’m gonna call them Pinkpunchshipping? Thoughts? I’m open to workshopping the name. 

Original prompt by some-imaginative-otp-imagines: 

Get to Know Bea x Bede (Ship name still being determined): 

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other? Bede. 100% Bede. I don’t see Bea as someone who would show affection through gifts, but Bede is the complete opposite. He is constantly bringing her little sweets as pick-me-ups.  

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap? Bede will sleep with his head in Bea’s lap all the time. It’s hard not to nod off when she’s playing with his fluffy head of hair. 

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes? Bea, probably, but not in a seductive way? She works out a lot, so it is common for her to come home after a long workout and immediately get out of her sweaty clothes. Bede doesn’t yell at her because he gets too flustered whenever it happens (how these two got together in the first place is a mystery to everyone). 

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway? Bea is a morning person and Bede is a night person. They’ve tried to adjust it so that they wake up and go to bed together but gave up after an irritable week. As long as Bede is around when Bea goes to sleep and Bea doesn’t wake him up at the crack of dawn, they’re good. 

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies? Bea can cook one thing and it is ramen. They are damn lucky that Opal forced Bede to learn how to cook, otherwise it would be takeout every night. 

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”? Neither. Bea is a realist and Bede is an individualist that doesn’t like being compared to other people. 

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes? On stay-at-home days, Bede will borrow one of Bea’s oversized hoodies to wear (his sense of fashion means he gives up comfort for beauty, so he owns next to no sweats). Bea thinks it’s adorable and teases him all the time for it. 

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?” Okay, stick with me on this one. I think that they almost always do errands together because, early in their relationship, they would always buy the wrong thing for the other. Going shopping together started as something they had to do as a pair, but now I think it’s just a lowkey way to spend time together. 

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions? Bea would drive, Bede would give directions. She is better at staying focused for long periods of time and he’s better at planning ahead. 

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws? Bea would definitely draw Bede. Bea picked up sketching to de-stress from Honey, so it is incredibly likely that Bede would be an eventual model for her (it’s not like she starts sketching him constantly when she recognises her feelings for him and nearly bursts into flames when he finds her sketchbook. That would be silly). 

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips? My first thought was that obviously Bea would be the backflipper, but the more I thought about it, the more I realised Bede would be the backflipper. He is so freaking extra about everything. OF COURSE he would try to show off. 

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking? Bede is a casual drinker, so his tolerance is pretty high. Bea hardly drinks, so it only takes her about 2 shots to get drunk. Bede tries to get her to take it easy, but if someone (like Raihan) challenges her, she will not back down. There hasn’t been a New Years Eve party that Bede hasn’t carried Bea home. 

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own? Bea. It takes separation and a lot of long talks for her to realise that her home life was very toxic. The only reason she decides to take Bede’s last name when they get married is to spite her parents. 

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside? Bede 100% is freaked out by bug pokemon, but he tries to play if off like he isn’t scared.  

16: Which one gives the other their jacket? I feel like it depends on the situation. Space Heater Bea is never cold, so if it’s chilly, Bede is the one getting the jacket. However, Bede will give Bea his jacket as a form of comfort if he senses something is off.  

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling (or a similar figure)? Bea is very intimidated by Opal. They are complete opposites when it comes to personality other than their shared competitiveness. Bea is convinced that Opal hates her (Opal actually really likes Bea, she just would rather die than tell her that). 

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other? Oh my god, when I say it took forever for one of them to confess, I mean three whole years of hopeless pining. Neither of them are good at talking about their feelings, so they’ll try to find subtle ways to confess to the other. Unfortunately, they are also as dense as each other when it comes to romance. I think Bede would eventually get so frustrated that he blurts it out, then immediately tries to take it back. Thankfully, Bea was too stubborn to let him. 

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting? Terrible. Absolutely terrible. I think they would definitely try their hardest if it ever happened, but I also don’t really see them having children? 

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters? Bede = Perfect Grammar. Extra dramatic. Will call someone out if they send him a spelling error. Bea = short, chaotic sentence fragments. Bede tried calling her out on it once but she shut him down real fast. 

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them? They are both SUPER protective people, so I like to think they take turns. Bea tends to scare them off by fighting them, and Bede destroys people with his words. 

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun? Bede has definitely picked up some dramatics from Opal’s training. Whenever the occasional “pink” pun slips into his sentences, Bea has to try very hard not to comment on it. 

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy? If Bea finds a stray pokemon, she will hold onto it until it can be returned to its owner. She also catches a lot more fighting pokemon than she will every need and goes camping with them once a week. 6 pokemon Bede cannot relate.   

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired? Oh my gosh, neither. It’s not that they wouldn’t give the other a piggy back: Both are too prideful to ask for one, so they mostly just end up leaning heavily on the other until they return home. 

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering? Bea gets waaayy to into Bede’s pokemon matches. She will scream at the TV (or from the audience if she is in Ballonlea that day) until she is hoarse. Bede gets really embarrassed, but it's because he’s flattered. 

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder? Bede. I mentioned earlier that Bea falls asleep faster than Bede (unless his head is on her lap), so he has a secret folder of photos on his phone with the two of them cuddling together. Bea knows he has this folder and will get incredibly flustered if it’s brought up. 

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked? BEDE. He wants nothing more than to give his sporty girlfriend a high fashion makeover. Bede thinks she’s beautiful, of course, but he just wants to see what it would look like. One year on his birthday, she humors him and he is BUZZING WITH EXCITEMENT.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of? Bede is super intimidated by some of Bea’s pokemon. (Bea is intimidated by his type advantage against her, but that’s different). 

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains? Bede. He’s taller and insists on being a gentleman. 

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures? I feel like they would go to Kalos. Bede would insist they visit the boutiques while Bea made sure they hiked in the mountains. Bede would take the pictures, but Bea would sketch a lot. 

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Jokes On You

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Here’s a little one shot of Natasha, Sam, and Steve featuring reader! It’s all platonic. Warnings: cursing, maybe bad jokes? Word count: 1.2K 

Hope you enjoy! 

Making fun of the Avengers was completely unheard of nowadays. It was either people totally supported them or were extremely against them. There was no in between and people didn’t take the Avengers as a joke, except for you! 

Trying to pursue a career in comedy was so difficult for anyone. With you, this wasn’t any different. You always tried the same old jokes about family and friends and dating. You were sort of sick of repeating the same jokes over and over again. 

You needed some new content, seriously. Watching the news one day, you saw Black Widow and Captain America giving a press conference. And it just popped in your head! Wow, this was brilliant! You started jotting down some jokes about the Avengers, hoping you weren’t crossing any lines. 

The thing about comedy though is, it’s a hit or miss. You never know how the crowd is going to take it and that can be very good or very bad for you. And today you were going to see if your new comedy sketch was going to be good. 

Stepping on stage, you greet the audience, and well there’s not that many people here. It’s in a bar, and there’s probably going to be like 10 people max listening to you. At the time you didn’t realize the whole world was going to be listening to you.

“Hey guys, uh to start this off, I’ve got some inside information about the Avengers!” You started enthusiastically. At that moment, everyone, absolutely everyone turned and stared at you. What the fuck, you were not expecting that. Even the workers stopped their tasks and stared at you, in wonder. 

“Have you guys ever wondered what Captain America’s favorite cereal is?” You called out nervously, slowly walking in a circle on the small stage. People started filming you too, what the hell! You heard quiet “yeahs” and “sures” from the small crowd. “Well, it’s Cap’n Crunch obviously! Steve Rogers eats this before his daily workout!” You answered them, sort of worried this was just a bad thing to bring out.

Everybody started hollering, “What?!” “Really?” “How did you find out?”. 

Ohhhh fuck, you fucked up, this was a reaction you really didn’t expect. Now you feel like you’re in a press conference and the media is questioning you. But you played along, sort of changing your tone into a more serious version. This was actually sort of fun, now that you think of it. Maybe it won’t be a shit show!

“Black Widow’s favorite spider isn’t even a black widow! It’s actually a tarantula! She’s got one too, and takes it out on missions to scare suspects.” You say, putting a hand on your hip, trying to sound irritated. And that worked! Everyone was eating it all up, taking up word for word and asking questions. 

Telling a few more jokes or “facts”, you end the session, walking out feeling rather weird and accomplished. That was pretty fucking awesome and funny, but you hope people realized it was actually a joke. 

The next day, your phone was blown up, many many people were trying to contact you, reaching out, asking where and how did you get all this information about the Avengers. Ehh, it seems like people didn’t realize it was comedy, and you were really shocked. Turning on the news in the morning like you always do, there is your name up on the screen, and people are talking about you! 

What? Just what? How? You know you screwed up now fuck.

Going to work at the clinic, you see it’s closed down, and there’s an actual protest outside, screaming your name. You stay in your car, freaked out, like huh, what the hell is happening??

You really regret making jokes about the Avengers, shit. 

Once you got back to your apartment building, you see a black car lined up right in front of your place! Parking your car, and getting out, you see Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, and Sam Wilson getting out at the same time as you. 

“I fucked up, huh?” You asked, leaning against your car, arms crossed.

“Yeah, you fucked up.” Sam replied, walking towards you. He motioned you to get into their car, while Steve stared at Sam, annoyed, “Language.” 

You laughed awkwardly, getting into their car, mimicking Steve “Language”, in a deep voice. Both Sam and Natasha chuckled quietly, sitting with you while Steve started the car and ignored you. 

You’ve been awkward your whole life, and always dealt with stress, trauma, anything with emotions, with humor. So it was normal for you to act this way, to try to deflect or avoid the situation. 

You were really scared right now, terrified! You were shaking, putting on your seatbelt but you still stuck to humor right now. Seeing how Steve never responded, you opted with “Someone didn’t eat their Cap’n Crunch today!” Fuck you regretted that. You’re really regretting a lot of your decisions in the past few days but it just seems to be getting worse.

“My favorite cereal isn’t Cap’n Crunch, okay?! It’s Cheerios!” Steve finally replied, speeding due to your teasing. 

The past few hours for the Avengers has been hell. All because of your comments, the Avengers lost over $900 million from supporters, the right to be in certain countries, and all missions were suspended till this problem has been fixed. 

You didn’t know any of this. You were now just focusing on the fact Captain America actually prefers Cheerios over Cap’n Crunch, wow. “Ohhh, I get it, the lil Cheerios are shaped like your shield, is that why?” You lean over, showing interest.

Natasha’s stare at you showed all the emotions you never expected to see from her. Amusement, disappointment, confusion, but yeah, mostly amusement. That’s pretty damn cool, at least one person understands your jokes. 

Sam was shaking his head at you, and now laughing too. He called out to Steve, “Hey, pull over, she’s just kidding with all of this! Let’s just take her back home.” He was now realizing that all the shit you put them through was just because of your humor!

You looked at all of them confused as hell and scared, “You guys know I’m trying to be a comedian, right? It was my sketch!” You really hoped they knew that and just let you go because fuck you didn’t want to be arrested and thrown in jail because of your jokes! 

Your jokes weren’t even bad! They were actually so good that people thought they were real. Now your understanding why no one ever jokes about the Avengers, it’s because this shit would happen!

The three avengers stared at each other when Steve pulled over. “Oh, uh let’s take you back. But you’re probably going to have to release a statement claiming your comments were comedy.” Steve looked at you, annoyed. 

“By the way, I don’t actually like spiders, they creep me out.” Natasha nudged at you. “Woahhhh, fuck really?” You immediately respond to her, ignoring Steve completely, with Sam still laughing at your antics. 

“Hey guys?” You called out after a beat of silence. All three of them nod at you, waiting for you to say something. 

“Can we be friends? I mean, I won’t make any more sketches on you guys in return?” You ask, now feeling relieved but embarrassed. Who wouldn’t be embarrassed? You just created such a huge mess because you’re sort of a dumbass but a clever dumbass. 

“You’re not in any place to negotiate, but yes we can be friends.” Sam replied, chuckling at you, with Natasha nodding, and Steve rolling his eyes.