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true-blue-megamind · 3 years

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FAN THEORY THURSDAY – Why Did Metroman Retire?

Happy Almost-Friday, everyone! And even though Minion threatens to smother everything he cooks in old Limburger cheese each time I say it: SPOILER WARNING!

Yes, I know, it’s three a.m. and it’s technically Friday, but I’m still calling this Thursday night, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Okay, let’s be honest, Metroman is a character who seems, on the surface, to require little explanation in the film Megamind. He’s only present in the beginning and end, and we spend half the movie believing he’s dead, and we learn that Metroman has done something almost unheard of among superheroes: he’s chosen to retire. The question is: why? There is a tendency to think that he's simply a spoiled rich boy who, (in his social life, at least,) does what he wants without regard for others, but is that really fair? Or could there be other possible reasons? Well, let’s take a look at a few fan theories that may explain why he chose to abandon heroism for a music career.

Metroman Didn’t Want to Be a Hero

Although he’s clearly based on—and perhaps even poking a little fun at—the Man of Steel, Metroman was no Superman. (I mean, okay, he was technically a super-man, since he had strength, speed, and powers far beyond what a human would possess.) Except, here’s the thing: he’s not a carbon copy of the Man of Steel; Metroman and Superman have completely different lives and personalities. This remains true despite the fact that they share a similar origin—that of being aliens from a dead planet—and identical powers—including laser-vision and flight. Even their code names are comparable. However, if we look deeper, it becomes obvious that Metroman and Superman are two very different characters.

Superman is all about being an upstanding hero. Although he can be annoyingly persnickety, and sometimes displays nearly oppressively unyielding strictures about right and wrong, one thing you can say about the Man of Steel is that he’s generally integral. He is exactly what his public image portrays him to be: a Good Guy through and through. The same isn’t true of Metroman, and in some ways that makes him a more complex and interesting character.

The childhoods of the two heroes are extremely different. As I’ve mentioned in Why Was Megamind Raised in Prison, when a boy, Metroman was a bully, not only making young Megamind an outsider and the object of everything from teasing to physical attacks, but also inspiring other students to do the same. Superman, on the other hand, far from being a bully was bullied by Pete Ross. Rather than using his powers against others, he was too responsible and good-hearted to use them even against Pete Ross. Metroman is adopted by super-wealthy parents, and is essentially a trust-fund baby, while Superman was adopted by a farm family. He grows up with a good work ethic and hometown values. Indeed, this economic discrepancy continues into adulthood. As far as we can tell, Metroman doesn’t need to work and has no job outside being a superhero. Superman, conversely, has to earn a living as a journalist. Finally, in the majority of comics, Superman avoids most public appearances, unless he feels they serve some beneficial social purpose. Indeed, he goes to great lengths to keep his identity a secret and avoid the public eye as much as possible. The first time we see Metroman in the film, however, he is basking in a crowd’s adoration at the dedication of a museum in his honor. Indeed, in the original script, then called Mastermind, Metroman’s real identity seems to be widely known. (In case you’re wondering, this is where the name Wayne Smith, commonly used in the fandom, originates from.) So, we see that these character are actually very different: one is a hero strictly for the greater good, and the other, while he certainly does a lot of good things, is also in it for the fame.

This may seem like I’m being harsh toward poor Wayne Smith, but his flaws do not, in fact, make him a bad person. The issue is that we’re comparing him to Superman who, while still certainly imperfect, is intended to be a better-than-average person in every way, including moral. Make no mistake, Metro City’s former hero isn’t any sort of villain; what he is is normal. If we’re honest, most of us would be pleased by wide-spread accolades and honors. He reacts to positive fame the same way nearly anyone would because, at his heart, he’s really just a typical guy. That is the material point: Wayne Smith really only wants to be an average citizen—a music star, perhaps, but still a relatively ordinary person. In that way, he and Megamind are alike: they both desire, more than nearly anything else, to be normal. The key difference is that Megamind’s sincere and driving concern for his city also makes him ideal for becoming a hero. (You can learn more about this particular fan theory in The Warden and in Megamind and Identity.)

So, why did Wayne Smith become a Defender in the first place, then? Again, I’ve briefly touched on this in previous posts, but it appears likely that Metroman was pushed into heroism just as much as Megamind was pushed into supervillainy. Because he was a bully with superpowers, it’s likely that adults around him realized something had to be done about Wayne. Otherwise he was a danger. So, they constructed an environment—the Li’l Gifted School—where he could be conditioned to seek the praise of others as well as to fight Megamind, who had been singled out as his future nemesis. (In fact, that conditioning is probably why he opted for a career that would put him on stage, aside from a probable love of music.)

Because the path chosen for Megamind involved more hardships and pain, it’s easy to forget that Metroman was in essentially the exact same plight. However, the fact remains that these were both children, and they were both being coerced into perceived destinies they didn’t want. Neither of them were given a choice and, in the end, both of them cast off the expectations pressed upon them to become the people they really wanted to be. The difference is that, because of our natural biases, Megamind’s rise to Defender of Metro City seems more noteworthy than Metroman’s step into Mr. Average Joe. The truth, however, is that both characters were basically doing the same thing: being true to themselves.

Metroman May Have Had Health Concerns

We know Megamind and Metroman are close to the same age—although the latter appears to be about a year rather than days old when he lands on Earth—but what that age is is open to supposition. We know, however, that they are almost certainly in their thirties, probably in their mid- to late-thirties. (Take a look at How Old is Megamind for more information about that.) However, we can see that Wayne is already going gray around the temples. Of course, some people’s genetics simply cause them to go gray earlier, and that’s certainly a possibility, but one fan theory suggest there may be more going on. The idea has been put forward that Wayne’s super-speed may be having an adverse effect on him, forcing his body to work overtime to keep up. The resulting physical stress could be making him age prematurely.

That’s not the only factor to consider. As hard as heroism may have been on his body, the effects on Metroman’s mind would have been even greater. Before the events in the movie, Metro City’s authorities—and, indeed, all its citizens—became too reliant upon their superhuman hero, and as a result that hero was run ragged. That isn’t a mere hypothesis. A scene that was storyboarded but never included in the final film makes Metroman’s plight perfectly clear. We see him being called from one end of the city to the other for everything from a massive explosion to an old lady needing help opening a jar. Keep in mind that, when hearing a cry for assistance, the hero would likely be unable to tell who truly needed him urgently and who was simply making unnecessary demands, thus he would have to rush to every call he heard. Even the city’s law enforcement seems to take him for granted, refusing to take criminals he just hand-delivered to jail because they’re on lunch break. The cumulative effect is that Metroman looks nearly frantic with stress.

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This is important because, aside from the obvious mental and emotional concerns, this sort of stress accelerates aging as well. According to an article in the Huffington Post, when glycation and telomere shortening, as well as the over-oxidation, are caused by enduring heightened stress for prolonged periods of time, it can result not only in graying hair and premature wrinkles, but heart trouble as well. Even the memory can be affected, as one study by the University of Wisconsin found that stress can age a person’s brain up to four years faster than normal, and contribute to cognitive problems later in life. (The study was part of a presentation—you have no idea how badly I wanted to write that word in all-caps—and is thus currently unpublished, but information about it can be found in an article from Over Sixty.)

Metroman Retired for the Good of Everybody

As you can see, in a strange way, having a super-powered Defender was actually crippling Metro City. In fact, it may be truly damaging to the local infrastructure and official organizations. Youtuber Olaf Scholtens, in his video Megamind: Power and Identity, uses the metaphor of an airplane manufacturer to explain what’s going on. (If you’ve read my own post Megamind and Identity, you’ve seen this before.) Engineers and factories put a lot of effort and expense into making certain aircraft are as safe as possible, but what would happen if they felt they could confidently assume a superhero would simply catch any plane that crashed, saving everyone on board? Safety standards would probably become far more lax, and people might be in far more danger as a result. Given the way that nearly everyone in Metro City seems to assume Metroman will always save the day, it’s possible that, within the urban area, the same thing could be happening with things like building code enforcement, large construction projects, and even public safety measures. Bridges might not be properly built, fire hazards might not be addressed, and, given the blasé attitudes of the cops in the storyboard, law enforcement officers might not even be bothering to keep an eye on things. By retiring, Metroman forced the city to become more self-sufficient again.

That, however, may not have been the only problem Metroman was trying to solve. Remember the whole discussion about the former Defender’s school boy bullying and the apparent conspiracy to turn one boy into a hero and the other into a supervillain? It’s possible Wayne may have felt remorse for the former and found out about the latter. Having battled Megamind so much in the past, he also may have realized that the blue man never actually hurt anyone, and in fact went out of his way to stage their confrontations in abandoned places. (Again, you can read more about that in both Megamind and Identity and The Warden.) It may be that Metroman real “brilliant plan” wasn’t simply to fake his death, but in doing so to prod Megamind into becoming a hero and thus accepted by society.

There is an alternative theory, put forward in a Reddit post, that Megamind and Metroman’s parents may have known one another, and may have sent both children to Earth with the intention of them becoming a dynamic duo, fighting evil together with Megamind as the brains and Metroman as the brawn. This could have been what Megamind’s father meant when he told his son: “You are destined for greatness.” While there is very little support for this in the movie, it would explain why, in the vast cosmos, both of the young survivors were sent not only to the same planet, but even to the same city.

Whatever the reason may have been, one thing is certain: there certainly is some evidence that Metroman intended his one-time nemesis to become a hero. One of his lines, after Roxanne and Megamind discover he’s still alive, supports this. You know the one. “If there’s bad, good will rise up against it. It’s taken me a long time to find my calling; now it’s time you find yours.” Then, of course, there is another line, when Music Man is watching his former enemy take the role of Defender of Metro City: “way to go, Little Buddy. I knew you had it in you.”

If Metroman really did purposefully help Megamind step into heroism, that could also explain why he didn’t stop Megamind from taking over the city—perhaps he trusted the blue man not to harm anyone and to eventually come to his senses—as well as why he refuses to overtly help defeat Titan. He does, however, clearly subtly assist Megamind, as the latter almost certainly went back to Wayne’s hideout to scan his appearance and voice into the holowatch. All of this together makes it seem quite plausible that Metroman not only wanted to retire, but also wanted the blue man to take his place.

Megamind and Metroman by White-Night-56 on Deviant Art

Maybe this means that, now that Megamind is the Defender of Metro City, he and Music Man occasionally get together to commiserate over the more difficult aspects of being a superhero and joke about the old days.

It’s also quite possible that all of these fan theories could be true. The film Megamind is, among other things, surprisingly subtle, complex, and subversive for an animated movie. Every time I dive deep into some aspect or other of the plot, I am once again impressed by the amount of thought and detail that went into this work. No wonder Megamind—and its characters—have so many dedicated fans.

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 2)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: had to split it into 2 parts bc i hit the text limit dhshaggags

prompt: continued

part 1

~sokovia was ur first big mission~

“why is y/n here, stark?” -cap

“the first mistake was letting me become a father”

“good god, tony...”

you having the time of your life crushing robots

“WHEEEEEE”

also proving useful by saving avengers a handful of times

“thanks for the assist, stark clone” -clint

rip pietro

rhodey was actually the most worried about you if we’re being honest, he didn’t understand why they let you in this one???

“y/n? y/n, talk to me! are you alive?”

“yes, uncle rhodey! i’m perfect, stop worrying!”

“i love you, kid! be safe!”

✨a good family you’ve got✨

soon the avengers broke up bc your dad cant get along with steve and it was just really awkward

but you chose your dad’s side

“sorry, steve! he pays my allowance!”

peter was actually a little okay, you know!! spazzy at first, but he was cool

“dude, you’re y/n stark! you’re tony stark’s very own son! i’m talking to mr. stark’s only child!”

“yep, that’s me. i’m what earned tony the title of ‘DILF’”

teenage teamup? ofc

“am i doing alright?”

“looking a-okay, pete!”

tony was worried fighting steve would traumatize you so he made you wait at the hotel with happy and peter

“don’t do anything to embarrass me, y/n. i dont want to see you on the news for something stupid”

you and peter ended up hanging out in your room and watching tv and ordering room service

“how do you do that so smoothly? i’d just freak out and go get it myself”

“years of experience as a spoiled rich brat”

absolutely positively being up all night and trying to fight your exhaustion

“you two seem to be getting along well. couldn’t be me” -happy

“for someone named happy, you never seem to be happy”

“not around teenagers, no”

“i remember when you loved me, ‘uncle happy’”

peter texted you every day after that

whenever flash picked on peter for “never meeting tony stark” he’d show a picture of you and him taking selfies in the lab together yes you invite him over much to the dismay of everyone else around you

plus tony was out of town and you were finally trusted enough to be left alone unchecked so like, happy would just leave at the first sign of peter

“that’s not real!”

“jealous?”

you actually showed up for homecoming on a dare (but in disguise)

didn’t wanna attract all the attention, you just wanted a high school experience

but you got called into avengers tower to help move early on :/ bad timing too cuz peter had to fight his first villain and u missed it

“dude, how do you feel?”

“bruh sound effect number two”

“oh my god”

FRIDAY heard him and pulled up the sound and you were WEAK you couldn’t stop laughing

“please....i think i broke a few ribs. cant laugh until tomorrow”

tony offered peter the avengers gig and peter said no, you were very disappointed but u understood that not everyone wanted to be in the spotlight like that

but you and peter obviously still hung out

oh, tony proposed! they interviewed you on sight!

“y/n, how does it feel to know that you’re going to have a stepmom soon?”

“you guys are aware that pepper helped raise me, right? right?!”

moving on, life was smooth for a while, there was some wedding planning, talk of you being a best man (which rhodey fought you on)

“no, i’ve known your dad longer!”

“i’m his son!”

i n v a s i o n

oh boy that was rough

bruce was surprised that you had fucking grown so much in the past 3 years good lord

“y/n...your VOICE”

“puberty, i know. when’s it gonna happen to you?”

“it hurts more when it’s from a teenager”

“uh, did you forget my birthday?”

peter’s back! peter’s back!

finally, man

“spider-kid, i could use an assist!”

“on the way!”

“aliens, why did it have to be aliens?”

up up and away for tony and peter, leaving you on the ground with all the earthly chaos and fear

“you two are the absolute worst, you know that? DAD, PETER, GET BACK DOWN HERE”

“no can do, kid. i—” *cuts off*

“oh great, no service on the space donut, huh? find a damn wifi password and call me back you asshole”

pepper was probably having a heart attack bc the news stations were having a field day but you were one of the only active avengers left, meaning you had to help clean this up

“bruce, we gotta get going”

“what? where?”

“upstate”

patching up the avengers as best as you could to take care of the threat

but you guys always win, this should be a cake walk, right?

wrong.

this was bad, very bad

after a lengthy battle with thanos in wakanda, you had failed. thanos got the stones, he snapped. the world was in ruins. but you didn’t get to see that part

you dusted away

“tell dad i’m sorry and i love him”

tony finally came back to earth hoping to see you, but upon seeing pepper’s face, he knew you were gone

“he did everything he could, tony! he didn’t deserve it!”

she was extremely upset, she saw you like a son of her own

soon, her and tony restarted their life and had a daughter, dad always wondered what it’d be like to have a little girl. it was different, it really was

she was eager to meet you

morgan stole pictures of you to hang up in her room

“when i meet y/n, im gonna give him a big hug! then we’ll have a tea party!”

tony has a picture of you and peter in the kitchen, he misses the two of you, but found comfort in the fact that you may be with each other

an ounce of hope, he had to try something

save his only son, and his other son

when he got to 2012, he was disappointed that he hadn’t let you become an avenger yet because he couldn’t see you here

yada yada he fucked up now he’s in the 70s and he fixed the fuck up and now hes in 2023

and bruce snapped

and you were all brought back and the way you kicked ass was inspiring

tony had to see his son now. right now.

“y/n, dear god! you’re okay! oh, man. i love you so much, kid. i missed you”

“i love you too. and i can’t believe you went to space without me, meanie”

“get over it”

ah, back to old times

peter and you obviously had to team up for this one! come on, what a story to tell!

and then, a snap and the warriors began to fade. you turned around and saw him on his knees

“no...”

you rushed over to where peter already was and tried to hold back tears, to be strong for him

“hey, dad. i’m here. no more missed goodbyes, okay? i’m here.”

you sat beside him and held his hand while the rest of your family made their peace with him and he finally slipped away

“y/n...are you okay?” -peter

“not even a little”

peter was worried about you, but you were worried about peter

mutual worry

meeting morgan was...surprising

pepper forgot to tell you they had a daughter while you were gone

she was so sweet and for the first month you lived at the cabin, she slept in your room

you got NO space

“i love you y/n”

“love you too” *thinking about dad bc she just reminds you of him so much*

“i love you y/n”

“love you too, morgan”

over and over

peter and you had sleepovers a lot, usually at his house bc you were the only one besides ned allowed over bc of all the spider-stuff

ned fanboyed over you

also sleepovers at peter’s were a nice break from being at tony’s cabin where you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t there

“y/n, i’m going to europe for a field trip! it’s gonna be awesome!”

“dude, you’re gonna love it. are you bringing your suit?”

“no, this is my offical vacation. no spider-manning”

“good for you, man!”

peter sent you all the pictures he took on his phone

all of them

Peter-Man: And this one is me and Ned in our crappy hotel room. And here’s the river. And here’s MJ covered in birds, and here’s the airplane, Mr. Harrington fell asleep on me

you had to come to europe once you heard what was going on

happy and you picked up peter and he was a mess

“you gave away dad’s glasses?”

“i think we’re past the point that i am not smart”

“jesus, peter. you should have called me about them. i would have taken them off your hands if you weren’t ready for them”

having to make sure that you guys didn’t get hurt bc this was honestly your guy’s first solo pair-up

there wasnt much backup here

finally, you defeated the evil (who apparently held a very large grudge against you. sorry mister beck) and were able to go back home

“call me if you need anything, pete”

“i will. i promise.”

and the next thing you know...peter’s identity was exposed

“i left him alone for one day!”

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evensquirrellier · 2 years

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petekey and 18 pls bestie :)

Ofc ofc for you my beloved. Thanks for the ask! This was fun to write, and not a tad proofread so bear with me.

18. things you said when you were scared

“Pete?” Mikey reached down to touch Pete’s shoulder, and Pete jerked away at the contact. He had somehow relocated himself to the floor in the few seconds between him being perfectly fine and him seemingly breaking down, and Mikey had no idea what to make of it.

“I’m okay!” Pete insisted, his voice shaking. He didn’t sound like he was crying, at least, just a bit anxious. Or more than a bit, if Mikey was being honest. “I’m not freaking out! I’m just… I’m just…”

“What’s wrong?” Mikey asked, because that felt like a good place to start. Anything to help him figure out why Pete had suddenly thrown himself out of his bunk mid-make-out session, and possibly get back to said make-out session. Mikey couldn’t be that bad a kisser, seriously.

“It’s nothing, I promise,” Pete said slightly too loudly, as if Mikey couldn’t hear how terrified he sounded or literally see him shaking. Mikey rolled his eyes. Sometimes he was pretty sure Pete secretly thought the rest of the world was dumb.

“Pete, you can tell me,” Mikey assured him, trying to sound comforting without seeming patronizing. He wasn’t always the best in these types of delicate situations. Carefully, he lowered himself to the floor beside Pete and tucked his legs underneath him. “I’m not gonna judge you, moron, just tell me.”

“It’s not a big deal, it’s just…” Pete’s eyes flitted around the empty bus, like someone else was going to jump out of the shadows and judge him. “I’m not gay!”

“Mhm,” Mikey replied, managing with a Herculean effort not to roll his eyes. So it was just one of these again. He got sexuality could be difficult to process, and maybe the only reason he didn’t have a problem with his own was because he didn’t let himself think about it, but he was getting tired of Pete saying the same thing over and over again. Not that he’d ever tell Pete that, of course. “I know.”

“God, I told myself I wouldn’t freak out this time,” Pete groaned, his body still shaking. “I psyched myself up and everything. You’re not even the first boy I’ve kissed! Hell, not even the first boy I’ve kissed sober! But it’s like, I’ll be making out with you and all of the sudden your dick is poking my leg and it’s like, I remember you’re a dude, and suddenly all of the feelings I have for you are fucking scary and I don’t know what to do with them, and I… I…”

“I’m not going to stop being a dude for you,” Mikey reminded Pete, crossing his legs and wrapping an arm around Pete’s shoulders. “And the fact that you’re not gay clearly isn’t stopping you from liking me, so why question it? Just like, go with the flow. I guess.”

“But it’s who I am! How can I not be okay with who I am?” Pete asked, and Mikey had no idea how to even begin answering that one. “I’m not homophobic! I’m not! I love my gay friends. So why is it different when it’s me?”

“Same reason you’re fine when your bandmates miss a chord but you beat yourself up when you do it. Probably,” Mikey suggested. He wasn’t quite sure if Pete had actually been looking for an answer to that question or not.

“I can’t even think about it without freaking out,” Pete moaned, but he wasn’t shaking anymore, leaning back against the bunk and letting his arms hang against his sides. Mikey resisted the urge to kiss his temple.

“Then don’t think about it,” Mikey said simply, because, well, it worked for him. Pete snorted.

“It’s not that easy,” Pete protested, leaning into Mikey’s side. Mikey shrugged. He was pretty sure Pete had a tendency to make things harder than they needed to be.

“It can be,” Mikey responded, which earned a long sigh from Pete. He had become fairly fluent in the Pete Wentz dictionary in the past few weeks, but he didn’t want to even begin to try and decipher what that meant. “What are the odds of me getting to kiss you again today?”

“Maybe in like, an hour?” Pete guessed, and Mikey tried not to be too disappointed, running a hand over Pete’s flat-ironed hair rather than through it. “Stay with me in the meantime?”

And Mikey did.

#asks #i-am-literally-boring #fanfiction #fanfic #writer #petekey

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icklemoony · 3 years

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Remus sat in the bay window, pretending to read his book. In reality, he was actually looking over the top of his book to spy on his boyfriend,

Sirius Black.

He first started having feelings for Black in 5th year, but hadn’t come to terms with it until a year later. Apparently he feelings were extremely obvious to everyone, except Sirius, that is. He smiled at the memory of the time they announced their feelings for each other.

“Moony, just ask him out already!” James whined. Peter, James, Remus, and Lily were sitting in the common room playing exploding snap. Sirius has detention with Professor Slughorn for tampering with Snapes potion. “I’m almost one hundred percent sure that he likes you.” James actually did know for a fact that Sirius liked him back, but he and Peter promised Sirius that they wouldn’t tell anyone, even if it meant getting them together. And James would never break a marauder promise.

“As much as I hate to say it, I’m with Potter on this one. You’ve been after Sirius for well over a year now, and it’s obvious that he likes you back. I don’t understand why you guys haven’t gotten together yet.” Lily cringed as she said the first part, as though it had physically hurt her to say those words. James beamed at Remus as if he had just received the nicest compliment he’d ever gotten in his life.

“See! Even Evans agrees with me! That has to mean something.” Remus rolled his eyes and sat back, resting on the palms of his hands.

“Thanks for your input guys, but I just can’t take the risk!” Remus sighed.

“But there is no risk on this Moony! Trust me on this,” Peter gave him a wink when he said this. James elbowed him in the side and gave him a pointed look. James knew that Peter wasn’t good at keeping secrets, but he didn’t think it would get this bad. Remus raised an eyebrow at his friends odd behavior, but quickly brushed it off as Sirius walked into the common room.

“Hey everyone!” Sirius said as he walked in. He looked a little nervous and pale, which Remus thought was weird. Sirius Black? Nervous? Strange.

“Prongs? Could we have a quick chat in the dorm?” James nodded, but gave Peter and Remus a questioning look, to which he received two shrugs. He hurried up the stairs after Sirius who was getting paler and shakier by the second.

“Merlin Pads, what’s bothering you? Is it old Sluggy again?” James groaned. “He picks the stupidest students as favorites! What’s so special about Snivellus anyways?” Sirius and James we’re sitting on the edge of Peters bed now. Sirius put his hands up as to quieten James.

“It’s not Slughorn, Prongs. I didn’t even have detention. I made up an excuse so I could plan how I want to do this.” James furrowed his eyes brows and cocked his head, clearly not understanding where this was going. Sirius took note of this and explained.

“I’m telling Moony tonight. I don’t care if he rejects me and hates me, it’s worth the risk. I hate just standing by, only being his friend and nothing more, it’s torture.” James tried not to smile as big as he wanted to.

“Aww Pads, you old sap, I think that’s a bloody brilliant idea. Want me to send him up?”

Sirius nodded, but grabbed James’ arm as he stood up.

“Wait! Tell Wormtail to come up after Remus comes back down.” James just smiled and nodded, trying not to burst with excitement.

~downstairs~

“Hey Moony? Padfoot wants to see you upstairs. Pete, you go up after Remus comes back down.” Remus nodded, but was incredibly confused. What would Sirius be saying to them that he couldn’t say while they were in a group? Was something wrong? James didn’t seem upset, but he didn’t seem very upbeat either.

“What’s happening?” Remus asked slowly. He must have had a worried face on because James was quick to respond.

“Don’t get all worried Moony, he’s just telling us something.” He said with a chuckle. Remus was still concerned but went up anyway.

“Poor bloke, he’s never gonna confess.” Peter said glumly.

“Good thing he doesn’t have to.” James was beaming.

“Potter, is that what Sirius wanted to talk about? Is he gonna confess?” Lily looked up her book that she had pulled out while James was away. James nodded hurriedly.

“Oh thank Merlin, I was getting nervous about going up there.” Peter announced.

“Sirius? Are you up here?” Remus opened the door to the boys dorm to find Sirius sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked a little more put together now, but he was still a little pale.

“Oh hey, Moony. Care to sit with me?” Remus nodded and sat down by Sirius, feeling extremely nervous.

“So, you’re probably really confused right now, but don’t worry, nothings wrong. There is something I want-“ he stopped himself. “No. I need to get something off my chest.” Remus swallowed what felt like a thousand pound weights.

“Er..of course. Go for it.” Remus encouraged.

“I-...Err..well, I-...Oh for Merlin sakes. Look Moony, I like you. A lot. More than I thought was possible, to be honest. And I know that you probably just wanted this relationship to be completely platonic and that’s fine, but I hate just having to stand by and pretend I dodn’t want to be more than friends, Remus. And James and Pete won’t leave me alone about asking you and it’s been 9 months and I’m getting kind of sick of them being prats about it.” Sirius went on rambling about how annoying Prongs and Wormtail were, but honestly, Remus tuned him out. Usually he listens, since one of his favorite things about Sirius is that he rambles if he’s nervous or excited about something, but Remus was too shocked to admire the boy in front of him. He thought for about ten more seconds before doing something very irrational.

“And I know James could keep a secret but I was skepti-“ Sirius a stopped by Remus’s lips, which had crashed into his, mid-sentence. When Sirius didn’t kiss back immediately the little voice inside of Remus’s head started screaming.

You idiot! He wasn’t ready to be kissed, and you didn’t ask! You didn’t even let him finish his sentence! He’s going to hate you now. He’ll regret telling you this. He’s going to run out of here and tell James and Peter and they’ll all laugh at you

Despite the screaming, Remus still held on to the kiss, praying that Sirius with kiss back. After what seemed like a minute to Remus, but was actually three seconds, Sirius melted into the kiss, after getting over his shock.

They stayed there kissing for another minute or two before Remus had to come up for air. Lips pink, and a little puffy, he smiled and looked down sheepishly.

“Sorry, I’ve been waiting to do that for a while.” Sirius smirked at him. Merlin, Remus lived for that smirk.

“Fine with me.”

“Should we tell everyone? I think they’re waiting.” Sirius grabbed Remus’s waist and pulled him to the top of the bed. He settled himself between Moony’s legs and rested his head on the boys chest.

“Not yet. Let’s let the moment last a bit longer, yeah?” Remus smiled and wrapped his arms around the boy in front of him and gave him a little squeeze.

“I so glad you’re finally mine, Pads.”

“Yours.”

The two boys fell asleep and when the other two finally came to bed they found them like that. Sirius wrapped in the other’s arms and Moony’s head nuzzled in Padfoot’s neck.

#marauders #maruaders era #siriusxremus #wolfstar #get together #wolfstar drabble #wolfstar oneshot #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar confessions #james potter #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #peter pettigrew #sirius black #remus lupin #lily evans #harry potter fanfiction #marauder fan fiction #wolfstar fanfiction

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melancholymaz · 4 years

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Enceinte (3)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Now at 16 weeks in your pregnancy, The avengers have been taking the Uncle and Aunty role with pride, With your nursery being built and painted. But it’s game night and what better way to do that than have the avengers have a sleepover?

Warnings: Sad!Nat turns into Soft!Nat and couldn’t help but end it in domestic!Avengers. Swearing and Bucky and Steve cheating at Uno. Also talks of parents disowning their child.

Y/S/P = Your sexual preference

A/N: Here’s part 3! I am so deeply sorry it’s taken this long! Enjoy!

Deciding to live in the compound while pregnant has been both a blessing and a curse. Unfortunately with your parents having disowned you when you came out as Y/S/P, you didn’t have very many people to tell, besides a few friends and cousins, To which they were ecstatic.

The positives are that Nat doesn’t miss a thing as her and the team have decided to only go on missions unless necessary. So now they can be there for milestones or help if you ever need it. Even Carol has decided to stay until her niece or nephew is born. You and Natasha have both been reading pregnancy and baby books and even Tony had the two of you sleep in a spare room temporarily as him and the team combine your room with the vacant one next door for the baby’s nursery which is now ready to decorate. In about 3 weeks you’ll be having your gender reveal, as you and Nat had agreed you were far too excited to wait to see if your baby was a boy or a girl. Despite it being your first pregnancy, Your 16 week baby bump was very much noticeable, and now you didn’t look like you ate too much the night before, like you did when your bump was first starting to grow.

You’ve been keeping as active as you could, doing mild workouts during the day to keep as fit as you can. You’ve noticed your skin has become a bit more clearer, as the ‘pregnancy glow’ makes it’s mark. Sometimes you’ll have random blood noses, which is normal as Dr Cho had to convince Nat a hundred times, but it didn’t make them any less annoying. Warm baths and back massages had become your best friend as your bump starts to grow, If your back pain is bad now you dread the pain that is to come. You’ll even become dizzy at random points during the day, and it’s handy having the avengers around to easily catch you if you start to sway.

You’ve started wearing maternity clothes, to which Nat loves. Your choice in bras have become different thanks to your ever growing breasts, and she loves finding new ways to take them off as fast as she can. The only thing she loves to pout about is the fact you’ve started sleeping on your left side, as now it’s rare she gets to see your face as you both lay in bed together. That doesn’t stop her from rubbing and talking to the baby every night though.

Finishing up in the gym for the day, you wipe your forehead to rid the sweat and take a swig from your drink bottle, taking a breather before you say goodbye to Steve and Bucky who are both training together. Making your way to Your’s and Nat’s bedroom, you pass Wanda and Carol in the hallway, who asks you how you were feeling and if you needed anything, much to your gratitude.

As you enter your room you immediately notice somethings wrong. You hear a sniffle before a soft cry, and you notice it’s coming from the nursery. A frown settles on your face as you walk in and you can’t help the feeling of your heartbreaking a little. There Nat sit’s in the middle of the empty room crying, staring up at the half finished Winnie the pooh themed wall mural Steve has started, making sure to leave a spot blank to paint the baby’s name when you and Nat have decided on one.

“Babe? What’s the matter?” You ask, slowly coming up behind her, placing your hands on her shoulders, softly peering at her face. Her puffy eyes look up at you and she gives you a small sad smile. “I thought I was the one that was supposed to be emotional.”

“I’m sorry, I just came in here to see the mural but then I couldn’t help but think how surreal all of this is. I mean I never would have thought 2 years ago that you’d be my girlfriend much less pregnant with our first child. I mean all my life I thought I’d never have kids much less a partner. I used to have nothing, and now I’ve got this job... and this, family that couldn’t love us any more.”

“It does seem a bit crazy doesn’t it.” You say softly, lightly massaging her shoulders as she lets a few more tears fall. You know the best thing right now is to just comfort her and let her have her moment.

“I am so incredibly lucky to have the team, and you, and especially our baby. Everything I’ve ever wanted right here and I don’t know how or why I deserve it.”

“To be quite honest with you my love I think we’re the lucky ones. To have someone so loving and forgiving like you is definitely rare. Beans going to have the most protective and playful mama, and I think I can speak for the team when I say there’s no one that could ever replace you. You deserve all of this, The team, the family and most importantly me and our baby.” You tell her honestly, placing her hand on your bump.

“You think so?” She asks with so much uncertainness.

“I know so.” You smile, to which she returns.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Nat replies, the soft smile on her face as she looks up at you.

“Yeah, multiple times.” You smile. “Now come on, we’re gonna go have a shower and go see the team, It’s game night.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“This game is bullshit!” Sam screams, slamming his uno cards on the table before standing up and kicking his chair. “He’s cheating!! There is no way he can win game 5 times in a row!! He just picked up 4 cards!”

“Stop being a sore loser.” A smug Bucky says, taking joy in his friends rage.

“Stand up and clean out your pockets.” You demand, also annoyed at your friend. Bucky does as you say with a smug smile on his face, pulling his pockets from his shorts and jumper, proving he didn’t cheat. When he sit’s down however, you catch something in the corner of your eye and you shake your head with scoff when Steve subtly high fives Bucky under the table. Nat must have seen it to, because she too shakes her head and speaks up.

“Steven, my lovely captain.” Natasha says albeit too sweetly.

“Yes Nat?” He replies, probably too quickly to come off as nonchalant.

“Would you like to stand up and empty your pockets too?” I finish instead, smiling at the blonde who looks at Bucky then stands and does the same, which ends in him pulling out roughly 10 cards from his sweatpants pocket.

“Are those Bucky’s Cards?” Wanda asks, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“...no?” Steve replies. “They’re mine?”

“Steve is that or is it not Bucky’s cards?” Carol asks this time, her face stern, which you know is making Steve slightly panic. You see Bucky staring at Steve, almost daring him to lag on him.

“Okay fine. Buck and I made a deal that I would help him win because he always loses and he’s sick of Sam and Y/N always winning.” Steve confesses ashamedly, Bucky’s eyes widening in betrayal.

“I KNEW IT!!” Sam yells. Nat just stares dumbfounded, meanwhile Tony, Rhodey and Bruce just watch things unfold shaking their head in disappointment, Wanda and Carol stand up and start packing up the Uno cards as they both know no one will want to play after this. You, however, stare at Bucky with betrayal and hurt.

“You always say you want me to win! This is discrimination against pregnant women.” You joke, to which Nat laughs behind you.

“I think he wanted you to win so the baby will be named after him.” Rhodey inputs.

“Definitely won’t be now.” You say to which Bucky frowns. “Sorry pal lost your chance.”

“What-”

“Yeah because we all know the baby’s gonna be named after me.” Tony interrupts Bucky, pouring himself a drink at the bar.

“Jokes on all of you, we’re not naming the baby after any of you.” Nat replies, smiling matter-of-factly after nearly everyone looks at her offended. “You all suck.”

“Besides me.” Carol says, sticking her hand up.

“No definitely you.” Is Rhodey’s reply, causing Carol to throw the uno cards at him. Everyone begins to move into the common room, deciding to chill before someone picks a movie.

“Speaking of the baby, what’s the update?” Steve walks in, handing Wanda the chip bowl, who thanks him quietly.

“Well, Bean should be starting to hear sounds now hopefully, muscles are getting stronger and should be having coordinated arm and leg movement.” You explain, the team listening attentively.

“And Bean is now the size of an apple!” Natasha quickly adds.

“Seriously can’t wait to be an uncle.” Tony says, scratching his greying goatee. “How are you wanting to do the gender reveal?”

“Well so far it’s just gonna be all of us, Pete, Clint and his family, Fury, Sharon and Maria. Thor too if he’s back in time from Asgard. We’ll get Dr. Cho to put the respective colour in a big balloon and we’ll have like mini games and just have a fun time with all of us.” Nat explains. The team nods, and you can see Tony’s gears in his head rolling, probably just promoted himself the event planner.

“There is to be no one invited without our permission.” You direct to Tony, who just nods.

Just an hour later you and the team have all set up mattresses and blankets all over the common room, deciding to have a sleepover all together. Bruce and Rhodey as an exception as they believe they’re “too old” to have sleepovers. You and Nat set up on the end of all the mattresses, in case need to go toilet during the night. You’re surprised everyone agreed to do it, considering they’re the earths mightiest heroes.

As the end credits of the fourth movie rolls around, you look around to see everyone but you and Nat have fallen asleep. You move back down and start to wiggle around to find a comfortable spot, but end up failing miserably.

“You okay babe?” Nat asks, lightly rubbing your back after you groan for the third time.

“Just can’t seem to get comfortable.” You mumble back, trying to fall asleep.

“Would you like me to go get your new pregnancy pillow?” She asks laying her head on your shoulder, to which you nod softly. Nat gives you a kiss on the cheek before she stands and steps over you to go get your pillow from your shared room. When she comes back a few minutes later, she helps you position yourself and when you finally find a comfortable spot, you can’t help but sigh in relief.

“Thank you my love.” You mumble, already drifting off.

“Go to sleep Malysh, I’ll try to not keep you awake while I say goodnight to Bean.” Nat whispers, already moving down to talk to your bump. You hum in goodnight before you drift off into a deep slumber.

Malysh = Baby

#natasha romanoff x reader #imagine natasha romanoff #black widow #natasharomanoff #natasha x reader #Natasharomanoff x fem!reader #avengers x pregnant!reader #avengers fluff #avengers x reader #avengers x y/n

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omgrachwrites · 4 years

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Tell a Tale of You and Me - Chapter One

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You knew that making a bet with Sirius Black was like making a deal with the devil but you just couldn’t help yourself. You had never been a heavenly woman.

Warnings: fluffy fluff, the gang being bff’s, Remus being adorable

Words: 1920

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy, please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged, I might make a playlist for this series! I love you all very much! xxx

Chapter One

You smiled in slight surprise as you walked into the bright kitchen and you saw your brother, Finn out of bed. He was actually smiling as he poured himself a glass of homemade pumpkin juice, his thick curls bouncing as he moved.

“Good to see that you’re out of bed, kid,” you grinned, ruffling his hair

Finn pouted at you before smiling himself, “I didn’t think that it was such a good idea isolating myself in bed, there’s nothing that I can do about my … problem,” the way he spoke made him sound much older than his eleven years, “and Dumbledore sent an owl to mum, telling her that I’m still allowed to come to Hogwarts.”

You smiled at him proudly as you too poured yourself a glass of iced pumpkin juice, you couldn’t wait to be sitting in the sunshine outside The Leaky Cauldron with your friends, “well, you’re braver than me and of course, Dumbledore would never turn anybody away. You belong at Hogwarts.”

You were pretty surprised that your mum had confided in Dumbledore about your brother’s affliction. She had kept it a well-guarded secret from the rest of the village; she was worried that it would affect her and your dad’s job at the Ministry. They were highly respected Aurors. They were nowhere to be seen at the present moment so you fixed your brother some lunch – a cheese and tomato sandwich with the crusts cut off and you cut the sandwich into triangles, it was the only way that Finn would eat it.

As Finn ate it, he looked at you, “are you going to be on the Quidditch team this year, Y/N?” he asked and you scoffed, sipping your pumpkin juice.

“I don’t think so, I’d love to but my stage fright would never let me, you know that,” you smiled at him cheerfully; you couldn’t feel too down on such a beautiful summer’s day.

Finn pouted at you, his eyes going round, “oh, I thought it would be pretty cool, going to my first Quidditch match and my sister being on the team.”

You grinned at him, he was your biggest supporter and you appreciated that more than anything else. You were saved by replying, for your parents walked out of the living room with a beautiful woman. She was beautiful but she had hard, sharp features, it was her grey eyes that marked her, though they had none of her son’s warmth.

“Ah, Y/N L/N, you definitely grew up in beauty and grace,” she smirked at you; there was no playful glint to it. It was quite menacing to be honest.

“Mrs Black, it’s good to see you,” you lied through gritted teeth; you would never forgive her, not after what she did to Sirius.

It seemed that Mrs Black picked out your lie because her smirk widened, “so, it’s you is it? You were the one who used to pine over my eldest son.”

“A lot has happened since then,” you bit back in a defensive tone, and it was true, a lot had happened since fourth year, that was three long years ago, “I’m going to meet the gang, so I’ll see you later, you little monkey,” you kissed the top of Finn’s head and you bade goodbye to your parents, ignoring Mrs Black.

You walked over to the white marble fireplace and flung your Floo Powder down carelessly, “Diagon Alley!” you shouted clearly and you disappeared in a whirl of green flames.

When you had reached Diagon Alley, you brushed the soot from your summer dress as you carried on towards The Leaky Cauldron. You grinned, shooting a wave at James and Lily who were sitting out in the warm sunshine. Lily’s hair shone like blazing fire in the sun. They had started dating at the end of the previous school year and they were the best couple that you knew.

You walked inside the cool pub – it was alive with many people and there were even creatures such as hags, you also saw some of your Hogwarts schoolmates – and you spotted the tousled hair boy at the bar. You smiled and made your way over to him.

“Hey cutie,” you grinned, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Remus flushed a bright red colour across his scarred cheeks, you loved flirting with Remus but the both of you knew that you would only ever be good friends.

“Hey Y/N,” he grinned as he pulled you into a side hug, “how is your brother doing?”

You smiled, it was so sweet of him to ask, “he’s doing great thank you, and he’s taking it all in his stride. Much braver than I could ever be.”

Remus nodded, “he seems braver than all of us but it’s good that he’s doing well. If I can be of any help, you just let me know.”

You beamed, jumping slightly as you felt two strong arms wrap around you from behind, “looking as pretty as ever, Y/N,” Sirius said in your ear.

You giggled and turned around to give him a proper hug, it was so weird to see him not wearing his usual leather jacket, “you’re still a flirt I see,” you had once hated his flirtatious behaviour but you had recently realised that it was no use. He was never going to change.

Sirius smirked at you before his warm grey eyes looked at something in the distance, and he whistled beneath his breath, “I’ll catch up with you guys, yeah?” he flounced off without waiting for a reply. You and Remus rolled your eyes and shook your heads fondly before taking the iced Butterbeers outside. Iced Butterbeers sounded like a weird concept but it was surprisingly delicious!

“Hey lovers,” you grinned at James and Lily as you pulled out a chair and sat down, “where’s Wormtail?” you asked.

“He’s still on holiday, I think,” James started, sipping his Butterbeer, gaining a foamy moustache in the process, “he’s been pretty secretive lately, but I suppose it’s only to be expected now that we’re getting older,” he sighed, “where’s Sirius?”

Remus snickered around his glass, “annoying some girl, knowing him.”

Moments later, Sirius came wandering over to the table, slamming a box of chocolates down in the middle of the table before he slumped into the free seat with a glum look on his face, “Marlene rejected me,” he muttered before anybody could ask.

You and Lily exchanged amused glances; the both of you knew exactly why Marlene had rejected him. Though, you did feel sorry for Sirius, he probably hadn’t been rejected by a girl before, and if he had, you couldn’t remember it. You glanced at the box and saw that it was a box of chocolate cauldrons, the ones with the Firewhisky centre. They were both yours and Remus’ favourites.

“Well, how about we share them? It’s not as bad as it seems Sirius, trust me,” he looked up at you, giving you a grateful smile that only served to enhance his handsome features.

Your idea seemed to be a good one as the five of you filled yourselves up with iced Butterbeer and chocolate cauldrons; you all laughed and joked with one another. You all lamented over the fact that this was your last year at Hogwarts and reminisced about years gone by. That afternoon was one of the best in your life. You wished that you could all stay that way forever, young, and seventeen. Though, you knew that summer couldn’t last forever.

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Sirius tapped his quill against his forehead, almost in an attempt to knock the answers from his head, he did kind of regret not doing it at James’ – he’d been living with his best mate for the past year and he couldn’t be happier. He had wanted to make the most of his last summer of freedom; he had spent the best part of it playing Quidditch with James. Sirius looked outside the compartment window at the rolling hills to distract himself from writing his essay.

The compartment door slid open and Y/N came walking in with a relieved smile as she sat down next to Remus, “everything alright?” Remus asked, not once looking up from his book.

“Yeah, everything is perfect,” she smiled, gazing out of the window.

Sirius sulked as he felt a twinge of jealousy; Y/N had been talking with his younger brother, Regulus. It had looked like she was really confiding in Regulus about something and Sirius just couldn’t imagine why she hadn’t talked to him. She wasn’t even friends with Regulus.

“What were you and Regulus talking about?” he narrowed his eyes at the pretty girl that was sitting opposite him and he ignored Lily’s smirk.

Y/N looked over at him with a mocking grin, “if you must know, your mum came over to my house over the summer to speak to my parents. I thought that Regulus might know why. I would have asked you but I think it’s plainly obvious that you wouldn’t know. I know how much you hate your mum.”

“Oh,” Sirius said lamely, the jealousy disapparated from his body, leaving him feeling pretty stupid.

“Were you jealous, Black?” Y/N smirked, causing Sirius to scowl at her.

“In your dreams, Y/L/N,” he muttered.

Lily laughed at this interaction as she leaned over James to speak to Y/N, “never mind about him, how is Finn feeling about his first year?”

Y/N sighed happily, “oh, he’s so excited, he’s just worried about getting put in Slytherin, I think he’s more worried about my reaction. So, I told him that no matter what happens, it’ll be okay and he’ll always be my little best mate.

“Well, Slughorn was a Slytherin and he’s a nice enough fellow, he didn’t go bad or anything like that,” Lily commented reasonable, causing Y/N to beam and nod at her.

“Everything really will be alright Y/N,” Peter spoke up, taking the words right out of Sirius’ mouth.

“Yeah I know, thank you Pete,” she gave him a pretty smile.

It seemed like all too soon that the six friends were sitting in the magnificent Great Hall as they waited for the sorting ceremony to start. While they were waiting, Y/N engaged Nearly Headless Nick in conversation about his summer. Nick was complaining that his request to join the headless hunt had once again been rejected. Sirius thought that it was very sweet of Y/N to take the time to speak to him. She tried to speak to all of the ghosts, even The Bloody Baron.

The boy’s marauding plans were interrupted by the start of the sorting ceremony; all six of them seemed to be holding their breath when the Sorting Hat was placed on Finn’s little curly head, “Slytherin!” the hat called out, and little Finn looked so nervous as he wandered over to the cheery Slytherin table.

Fury rose in Sirius as Lucius Malfoy looked through the sea of people to smirk at Y/N as Finn sat down next to him, “I’m sorry Y/N.”

She shrugged, smiling at him as Gryffindor gained their newest student, “well, it was definitely the worst case scenario. In a perfect world he’d be a Gryffindor,” she sighed and Sirius wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “as long as he doesn’t hang around with Malfoy then I’ll be pretty happy, thank you though,” she giggled and grinned as the sorting ceremony ended and the golden plates were filled with mountains of delicious foods.

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evermoreholland · 4 years

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More Than Enough | Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Angst + fluff

Word Count: 1,820

A/n: This is part 2 to a fic a wrote a while ago called All Alone. This could be read on it’s own, though. I’m really proud of this so feedback is much appreciate. I hope you all enjoy!

*Italics indicate flashbacks

You had never thought that you could feel so heartbroken. You just never thought you would be so broken by your best friend. You remember all of your amazing moments when you were kids, and you remember growing up together. You were Peter’s best friend, until he ruined it. He personally attacked you. The worst thing was, he didn’t care. It was up until the point where you told him to leave that he cared. You weren’t even sure that his love for you was true. How could he possibly say those words after our big blowout? Did he really even mean that or what he was just trying to get me to forgive him?

“Pick up, Y/n. Please,” Peter whispered as he tried calling your number for the tenth time that day. Peter felt extremely guilty for how he treated you. There were no excuses for his awful behavior. He didn’t know what had gotten into him today. He was upset about his breakup with MJ but that wasn’t an excuse for how he treated you. After the line went to voicemail, Peter dialed Ned’s number. Ned always had decent advice and maybe he could help Peter figure out a plan as to how to get his best friend back, maybe there was a way to fix the problem that he caused.

“Hello?” Ned responded on the other line. Ned knew that Peter went to your house to tell you about the breakup, but he had no idea how it went over.

“Ned, I fucked it up,” Peter said as he ran his fingers through his curls, a habit he did when he was stressed and upset.

“What do you mean you fucked it up?” Ned asked, confused. He didn’t see how a simple conversation could end up so badly. You were always supportive of Peter, sometimes more than others, and Ned didn’t think that your conversation with him could end up that bad.

“I ruined our friendship,” Peter said and broke down. Tears began to flow from his brown eyes and he broke down on the phone with Ned. He cried for around ten minutes and then he finally calmed down a bit.

“Have you tried calling her since you got home?” Ned asked Peter. To be honest, Ned knew that you needed your space. You had been overwhelmed by Peter lately but he didn’t think it would go this far.

“Around ten times,” Peter said. He sat on his bed and began fidgeting with a stuffed animal that you had given him in the sixth grade. He turned the teddy bear over to see the back. You had stitched a heart with both of your initials in the middle. He lightly smiled at the memory.

You had got home from school and you went to your desk to finish Peter’s bear for his twelfth birthday. You knew that giving your boy best friend a teddy bear would have been weird, but you couldn’t afford much and you’d known Peter would love it. You put your initials on the back of the bear to symbolize your forever friendship.

You needed to finish the bear soon, Peter would be coming over anytime soon. Just as you finished stitching, someone knocked on your bedroom door.

“Y/n!” Peter exclaimed.

“Coming!” You shouted back and opened the door for your best friend. “Happy birthday, Peter!”

“Thank you, Y/n.” Peter said as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I have a present for you,” you said and then Peter sat on the beanbag by your bed.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I wanted to,” you said and then handed him the teddy bear. Peter takes a look at it and turns around to see the pink heart with his and your initials on it.

“I love it, Y/n. I’m never letting it go.” He never wanted to let you go either. That was a promise he made for himself.

Ned sighed and said, “Peter, she probably needs her space. Just give her some time.”

“I don’t want to listen to you, but I know that you’re right,” Peter admitted.

“I always am,” Ned teased.

“Shut up.”

It had been a week since your fight with your best friend. You were hesitant about going to school after your fight. You didn’t want to face Peter yet. He had hurt you and you didn’t want to risk breaking down in front of him. You had most of your classes together, and you couldn’t bear to face him. Your parents forced you to go to school anyway. Your walk to school was weird without Peter by your side. You felt alone, but he was the one to make you feel that way in the first place.

You got to school and then you went to your locker like usual. You got your books for chemistry, which you would usually walk to with Peter. You heard footsteps coming towards you and you immediately knew who it was. Peter.

“Y/n,” he said gently. You turned to face him and you were met with a very depressed looking Peter Parker. Dark circles were underneath his eyes and his eyes were bloodshot. A part of you felt bad for Peter but the other part of you chose not to forgive him that easily.

“Not now, Peter,” you said and started walking to class. Peter sighed, got his books and made his way to class.

Chemistry was absolutely boring. You were really glad that you chose Betty as your lab partner in the beginning of the year, though.

“Y/n, can we please be lab partners? They’re finally letting us choose this year!” Peter exclaimed on your first day of chemistry class after the teacher said to pick your partners.

“Pete, you know when we’re partners we don’t get anything done, right?” You replied. You loved Peter and he was an absolute genius, but when you two were paired together it was hard to get anything done.

“But you’re so fun,” Peter protested.

“I’m going with Betty, but I’ll sit with you in every other class, alright?” You asked and then Peter nodded in defeat. You gave Peter a quick side hug and made your way to sit with Betty.

The next two classes after chemistry were boring. You had geometry with Ned and MJ, and then you had English with Peter. You kept looking at Peter when he wasn’t looking, wondering what you did wrong in the first place. Why was Peter so hurt by ending the friendship that he didn’t want anymore? Or did he want it?

You made your way to lunch and you were conflicted. Do you sit with your friends and have tension with Peter or do you just sit alone? Peter saw you standing and silently contemplating your decision.

“I can sit alone,” Peter said when he saw you.

“They’re your friends too,” you replied. You started walking to the table and Peter stayed still. You turned behind you and saw him. He looked awful. A part of you wanted to keep walking and not care, but you love him.

You grabbed Peter’s hand and said, “Sit with me.” You both made your way to your group’s lunch table and sat down next to each other, like usual. For the past week you ate outside by the football field so it was definitely weird sitting with everyone again, but at the same time, sitting with Peter felt normal.

No one acknowledged the fight going on between Peter and you. You all ate lunch in silence with Betty occasionally talking to Ned. It was weird but you didn’t expect anything less.

After school, you went to stop by Delmar’s to get a sandwich. Your mother had texted you that she wouldn’t be home for dinner tonight so you went to get some food. After you picked up your sandwich, you made your way home. Once you entered your apartment, you were met with a sad Peter sitting on your bed. It wasn’t the first time you saw him like this.

“Y/n, I have something to tell you,” a nervous 15-year-old Peter Parker said as he made his way into your apartment.

“Petey, you look sad. What’s going on?” you asked as you sat down on your bed with him.

“Remember when I got bitten by a spider the other week?”

“Yeah…” you trailed on. Why was he mentioning this anyway?

“This may sound crazy, but I started sticking to stuff and now my body is changing... and I t-think I need to do something about this,” Peter said. It was obvious that he was scared about all of the changes in his life and you had to be there for him.

“I’ll be here for you, Peter. We’ll get through this together. I promise.”

You did make a promise to your best friend.

“Peter.”

“Y/n,” Peter said, getting up from your bed to make his way towards you.

“I’m sorry. There is really no excuse for how I treated you. I haven’t been a good friend to you and I know you probably never want to speak to me again but I wanted to let you know that you have always been there for me and I can’t thank you enough. I haven’t thanked you enough. I’m really sorry.” As soon as Peter finished speaking, he broke down and fell into your arms. His sobs filled the room and tears began rolling down your eyes as well.

“Pete,” you said gently. He looked up at you with his bloodshot eyes and you saw his wet cheeks and began to pat them dried with your sleeve out of habit.

“Y-yeah?” He whispered. He was scared that you were going to tell him to leave. He was scared to lose you.

“I love you, you know?” You said and Peter stood up and pulled you into him. You cried into his chest for a while. You listened to his rapid heartbeat and managed to calm down after a few minutes.

“I love you too, Y/n. I hate seeing you like this, especially knowing that I caused it,” Peter said as he cupped your cheeks, his thumbs stopping your tears from falling.

“I felt so alone,” you mumbled.

“And I’m so sorry for making you feel that way. I miss being your friend, and I haven’t been a good one lately,” Peter admitted.

“I forgive you, because I know this was not like you at all.”

“I really love you, Y/n,” he said.

“I love you more, Peter. Just come and talk to me whenever something is wrong, okay? Please try not to lash out on me.”

“You have my word,” Peter promised, and you knew that was enough. He was more than enough. He was Peter, and you were lucky to have him in your life.

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jess-rewatches-prodigalson · 3 years

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Speak of the Devil (S2, E2)

Damn. I love this show.

As usual, my time stamped SPOILER FULL thoughts are below.

As always, I reference Malcolm’s mental health. A lot. So if talk about depression/mania/suicidal ideation is going to be a trigger for you, don’t keep reading.

0:14 - Hector’s back!! hahaha :)

0:40 - So Martin is worried about Malcolm.....he could stop manipulating Malcolm if he’s so worried. That would make Malcolm feel slightly better at least.

0:50 - What. A. Boss. That ambush was gorgeously executed *chef’s kiss*. haha how many times do you think Jessica has orchestrated this type of ambush on one of her children?

0:52 - I love this outfit on Malcolm. Seriously - why is it sooo attractive when he’s not wearing a tie?

0:55 -........he’s not seeing Gabrielle....but but he had a lollipop last episode. Am I supposed to believe he buys his own lollipops? Maybe he bought some to throw the team off the scent? UGH. MALCOLM, SWEETHEART, GO BACK TO THERAPY. YOU’RE IN CRISIS. ....wait. I bet you he’s not seeing Gabrielle because she knows when he’s lying. He’s probably scared that he’ll end up telling her about Endicott. And I’m pretty sure that legally Gabrielle can’t keep a crime a secret regardless of doctor-patient confidentiality.

1:02 - .....Malcolm didn’t know that he wasn’t paying his own therapy bills? WHO DID HE THINK WAS PAYING THEM?!?! Damn. Rich people, am I right?

1:10 - You ever wonder how many therapists Malcolm saw as a kid before they found Gabrielle? Just me? Cool.

1:15 - OMG. “Sexual in nature”?!?! Calm down Jess. He’s a grown ass man and even if it was sexual Malcolm sure as hell wouldn’t want to talk to his mother about his sex life.

1:19 - Oh so now both of your kids are in a “good place”? Martin, less than a minute ago you were ‘worried’ about Malcolm. Further proof that Martin is a liar and we can’t believe anything he says. Ever.

1:43 - Tom Payne’s physical acting during this interaction with Jessica is incredible. Ugh. Honestly, can I give him an Emmy myself? Look. Look at his face when he says, “You wouldn’t understand.” This is a teenage boy trying to hide something from his mom and is terrified that she’ll see the lie if he makes eye-contact. <3

1:45 - You know, Jessica really isn’t a perfect mother (especially to Ainsley) but she does care about her kids. I love her for it. She actually shows more concern for her adult children than most parents with adult children that I’ve been exposed to.

2:08 - I can’t decide if I love the music that was playing through that scene or if it’s just super cheesy and cringey. I mean “I did a bad bad thing” right as the title page rolls out? Kind of amazing but also super dorky.

2:13 - So Mr. David hears this whole conversation. Malcolm talking about his guilt, Martin calling Malcolm a hero, and Malcolm saying that the only person he can talk to about his problems is Martin. Sooooo either

Mr. David is being paid very well to keep quiet on Whitly family drama,

Mr. David stopped listening years ago.

Mr. David is a moron who can’t connect the dots. OR

Mr. David is going to blow this whistle on this fiasco to Jessica soon. I mean, he called her in the first season when Malcolm started visiting Martin. Mr. David has Jessica’s number...and I have a hunch that Mr. David cares about Malcolm. He’s watched Malcolm grow up into a troubled, bizarre, but very sweet man.

2:14 - “Why are you calling me?” Malcolm sounds upset that Martin is calling him; so why pick up the phone? I mean, I guess Martin will call him back incessantly but still.

2:19 - Malcolm’s completely honest version of how he’s doing mentally is heartbreaking. He “doesn’t recognize himself anymore”? Ugh. Baby. My heart is shattering. Someone hug him. OR TAKE HIM TO GABRIELLE.

2:30 - There is a moment when Malcolm says, “narcissistic psychopath” where is genuinely sounds like he’s about to have a complete breakdown. This boy is on the verge. My whump heart loves it and it makes me evil.

2:56 - aaannnnnnd there’s Malcolm on the verge of tears. This boy. Ugh. <3

3:00 - “It’s not going away Malcolm. The guilt. Take it from me.” Sooooo Mr. David isn’t a moron right? He’s going to connect the dots. He has to. ISTG Jessica keeps saying “No more lies” in the promos because Mr. David told her what he overheard.

3:06 - And that is the face of a boy who is dead on the inside. Seriously, he’s spent his whole life trying to convince himself (and others) that he is nothing like his father. But here we are - all his fears confirmed and it’s killed him.

3:20 - “Is this what you used?” Ainsley is talking about how Malcolm disposed of the body right? Because last episode she thanked Malcolm for covering for her. Sooooo she clearly knows that she killed Endicott even if she doesn’t remember it. I mean, she was covered in blood - Malcolm wasn’t.

3:23.- OMG. Endicott was killed with the Milton family silver. hahahaha why is that so funny to me?

3:43 - Just how big is that gap in her memory? I’d truly like to know. When did she check out, when did she check in, and are those times different than what she’s letting Malcolm believe?

3:55 - Yeah - I still want to know why she moved in. COVID? Is she afraid she’s going to do something else murdery? Because surely, living in the house where you know you killed someone can’t be pleasant. Or easy. Unless of course Ainsley is more like Martin than we’d like to believe.

4:09 - hahahahaha I am living for Malcolm’s facial response to Jessica saying, “I am in charge of boxes.”

4:22 - hahahaha Malcolm and Ainsley teasing Jessica about Gil is so precious. I love it. I wish they were always that happy.

4:40 - Look at Malcolm’s face when he says, “You and a certain Lieutenant”. He’s practically giddy. Whether that’s because he’s thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to tease his mother OR because he’s always wanted Jessica and Gil to be together in that way that many children who grow up in single parent homes hope for a fairytale parental ending. My guess - a mixture of both.

4:45 - Ainsley looks delighted at the idea of Gil/Jessica too. I assume it’s because she loves the gossip and the opportunity to tease Jessica. BUT I also wonder what Ainsley’s relationship with Gil is like? Do they have one?

4:58 - “Does he let you wear his turtlenecks?” OMG. bahahahaha comedic GOLD.

5:10 - THIS. The evolution of JT and Malcolm’s friendship is everything. 10/10 would recommend. So sweet. LOOK AT HOW CONCERNED MALCOLM IS. <3 <3 Malcolm’s been calling JT?!?! UGH. This warms my cold dead heart.

5:20 - JT is a bad liar. This dude is not okay.

5:27 - “When I say I’m fine, I’m always lying.” .....we already knew this but it hurts to hear Malcolm say is so nonchalantly.

5:32 - JT does the sign of the cross....so he’s definitely religious.

5:56 - “Holy...” “Watch it Bright.” hahaha how much do you want to bet that Gil took Malcolm to church once (1) time as a kid. It went so poorly that Gil never brought him again. Malcolm was probably questioning the priest and generally just asking a lot of “why” questions.

6:15 - Gil is so done with the Edrisa+Bright banter. Look at his face - he’s just sooo tired. .....is Gil particularly cranky this episode because Jessica is dodging his phone calls?

6:23 - Malcolm looks pensive as soon as Gil mentions that the Father had been with the church for 30 years. Why?

6:56 - I’m not going to lie. I’m really getting tired of the crap Dani (and even Gil in this episode - is he mad at Malcolm for avoiding him when he was hospital-bound? Or just cranky because Jessica isn’t calling him back?) are giving Malcolm. He’s asking a question relevant to the case. Sure - it’s not an easy question to ask but last season they wouldn’t have glared at him for asking it. I understand that Dani is upset with Malcolm for lying to her and she probably thinks he knows something about how Endicott died. I get it - Malcolm screwed up. BUT Dani’s reaction is so over the top. I understand where she’s coming from - she has trust issues. That doesn’t give her the right to treat him like garbage for the rest of his life. It’s been literally MONTHS.

7:11 - “That’s not a no.”....Damn, he looks cute when he says that.

7:30 - I LOVE that Malcolm knows so much about the Bible and Catholicism even though he’s not a believer. It makes me think he investigated a ton of religions as a kid - looking for relief from his trauma. I respect that he did the research and I respect that he doesn’t (openly at least) think other people are moronic/short-sighted for believing in God(s).

7:56 - I’ll be honest, my first reaction to Jonah was: “Why does he look and sound like he’s dying?”

8:03 - “Catholic.” haha I love some good religious comedy. BUT AGAIN GIL, THAT GLARE IS SO NOT NECESSARY. That wasn’t a ‘warning - you’re being insensitive’ glare. That was a ‘I’m your father and you’re in sooo much trouble’ glare. I love Gil with my whole heart but everyone is being a dick to Malcolm today (minus JT and Edrisa) and I’m done with it. Malcolm’s fragile mental state can’t handle it. Be nice to my boy.

8:35 - Is this Gil’s church?!? Why does he know all the church staff by name? He either attends this church or someone gave him an amazing briefing before he got to the church.

9:34 - At least Gil knows something is wrong with Malcolm.

9:41 - What? That’s it? No. Gil - press on. Don’t accept Malcolm’s “I’m fine”.

10:18 - I wish this scene didn’t end with Gil’s look of disbelief and concern. I wish we got to see Gil tell Malcolm not to go see Martin. I wish we got a more concrete papa!Gil moment.

10:42 - Something about the fact that Martin is tethered to a pole like a tether-ball is hilarious to me. Also - why are some prisoners not tied up? The inmate talking to Friar Pete has no rope.

10:52 - Ugh. When exactly did Martin give Malcolm “The Talk”? Like how old was Malcolm? How traumatic was it? Ugh. It’s very upsetting to remember that Martin acted like a good father to Malcolm for a good portion of the first 10 years of Malcolm’s life. It really doesn’t help Malcolm’s PTSD.

11:00 - That’s right Malcolm. Don’t let Martin ramble. Stand your ground. <3 So proud of Malcolm <3

11:15 - Listen to the way Malcolm says, “Who is that?”. He’s some combination of resigned and scared. I love it.

11:33 - Friar Pete is so creepy. The way he just walks up to Malcolm until his rope goes taught?! UGH. Poor Malcolm looks so done with this whole situation. He’s rolling his eyes and grimacing at various points throughout this scene. He has some major sass right now and I’m here for it.

11:41 - “You two should talk!” ....Is this Martin’s really eff-ed up way of trying to help Malcolm with his guilt about Endicott? I don’t like it.....and Malcolm’s face tells me he doesn’t either.

12:48 - Is that true? Can churches really not exorcise people without medical permission in the current day? I thought exorcisms were just banned? IDK - I’m a Christian, my branch of faith doesn’t do exorcisms.

13:33 - YES! A JT AND MALCOLM SCENE. <3 <3 I’m unreasonably happy about this.

13:45 - sooooooo is this Norman’s real home and his real mother? The first time I watched it I thought it was some sort of weird catholic-inpatient facility but now I’m not sure.

15:10 - Ok. I can’t hold back anymore. Malcolm’s shoes. They. Are. Awful. I understand - Tom Payne is a short guy. He probably needs heels to fit in the shot. I’m not mad about the heels. I’m made that they gave him very very ugly heels. Is it just me? These shoes are hideous.

15:14 - “Hi Norman.” .....Malcolm is so soft here and I’m in love with it. My cold dead heart is melting. Also JT’s freaked-out look in this scene is everything.

15:25 - There’s something about the way Malcolm says “Good.” that just hits me really hard. It’s beautiful. He sounds and looks a little scared but he’s also really calm and professional and it’s just...*chef’s kiss*.

16:44 - “He’s clearly mentally-ill.” I love this. I love that Malcolm is defending the person with a severe mental illness because he doesn’t have any proof that Norman committed a crime. It also breaks my heart. Makes me think of how many people dismissed or judged Malcolm poorly throughout his life because Malcolm’s mental illnesses. Even though they weren’t quite as extreme as Norman’s.

16:54 - I love this. JT is telling Malcolm to stay behind the line partially out of fear (because this whole Norman situation is clearly freaking JT out big time) but also partially because he just cares about Malcolm. I love their friendship and it’s evolution. SO. MUCH.

17:21 - Is there a mirror of something? How the hell did Norman know that Malcolm crossed the salt? Was it the slight creaking in the floorboards?

17:54 - Dude. Is every suspect this season going to accuse Malcolm of being a killer? First Boyd, now Norman. This is not helping Malcolm’s mental state or his ability to hide his guilt from the team.

18:30 - “Malcolm Bright. Always crossing the line.” lol. I love JT here. He’s half-teasing Malcolm. Makes me think that he subtly trying to tell Malcolm that he isn’t the killer Norman says that he is.

18:44 - I DO NOT LIKE THIS. LOOK AT HOW SCARED MALCOLM IS WHEN HE WALKS INTO THE ROOM. A ROOM WITH GIL AND DANI IN IT. THIS IS NOT RIGHT. HE’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF THEM.

19:00 - “What the hell do you have?”. Wow. Okay. No. I love Gil. I understand that he loves Malcolm like a son and he’s scared for Malcolm and Malcolm’s mental state. But this question is so over the line. Gil knows damn well what Malcolm’s mental diagnoses are. It feels like he’s accusing Malcolm of being crazy. I don’t like it.

19:17 - “Are you serious?” Ok. Dani really needs to start being nicer to Malcolm. She doesn’t have to trust him but some professional civility would be great. I really don’t like how hard the writers are pushing this tension between Dani and Malcolm. It makes Dani look so immature. An adult would be pissed but get over the anger after literal months. The relationship wouldn’t necessarily be the same but it sure as hell wouldn’t be this hostile.

19:40 - Something about Malcolm being the calmest person in the room is both comforting and upsetting.

19:55 - “My father gave it to me.”.....that’s so not going to help Gil’s concern about Malcolm.

20:50 - This is cute. We don’t get to see enough of Jessica and Ainsley acting like a semi-normal mother-daughter duo. I love it.

21:00 - “We are WASPs. It’s. What. We. Do.” OMG. Hahahaha

21:05 - I love how invested Ainsley is in the Gil/Jessica relationship. It’s so clear that she wants her Mom to be happy and I love it. It also makes me wonder if she ever wanted Gil to be her real dad as a kid.

21:30 - Damn. This episode is creepy.

21:45 - First clue that this is a dream - Malcolm says “we” but he’s alone.

21:57 - ...are Nuns allowed to paint their nails? #GenuineQuestion

22:14 - Not going to lie. This made me cry. I relate to Malcolm so damn much here. I’ve had a severe anxiety disorder for as long as I can remember (seriously I saw my first therapist - against my will - at the age of 4). I’ve also had chronic depression for almost as long. AND I’m a christian. I can’t tell you how many times other christians have told me to “cast my worries on the Lord” and “be free” of my pain. Or that I don’t really believe in God because I’m still suffering so visibly. The problem is - I don’t know if I want to be free. I’ve had these issues so long that I’m genuinely not sure who I’d be without them. It’s how I define myself. It affects every aspect of my personality. I feel like Malcolm might feel the same way - he doesn’t want to suffer anymore but he’s afraid of finding out who he is without the pain.

22:17 - Okay. So there’s Gil’s voice. So Gil+ Malcolm = “we”. As though I’m supposed to believe that Gil would split up with Malcolm when they’re looking for a nun, who isn’t even a suspect, at a church. Nah. I don’t buy it. This is clearly a dream.

22:30 - “You have to tell them what you did.”...and then we see the knife. Does this mean Malcolm is slowly convincing himself that he killed Endicott. Not Ainsley? Either way - I agree with nightmare-Ainsley. The team loves Malcolm but they’re also detectives. They’ll figure out what happened. And when they do - yikes.

22:46 - I hate this. All season suspects have been calling Malcolm evil. Martin has been calling Malcolm a “hero”. Malcolm’s guilt is eating him alive. Simultaneously, the people who are supposed to trust and care about him (Dani, Gil, the precinct, Jessica) have all shown signs of doubting him. Dani alone has pointed a gun at Malcolm’s head. Now she’s wearing body armour? AND LOOK AT THE OTHER COPS. THEY ALL HAVE THEIR HANDS ON THEIR GUNS AS THOUGH MALCOLM IS A CRIMINAL. A THREAT. DANGEROUS. This is very bad for Malcolm’s mental health......God, the whump-whore in me hopes he has a major panic attack or something this season.

23:23 - I love this scene. This is the papa!Gil content I’m here for.

23:51 - JT expressing fear and concern for his unborn child makes my heart grow several sizes. Look at his puppy dog eyes here? Ugh. So precious. This whole JT arc is heartbreaking and beautiful. I love it.

24:15 - Sooooo JT knows about Jessica right? He’s a detective and a husband. He so knows. hahaha this is so cute.

24:19 - Gil. You. Are. A. Liar......and you’ve been really grumpy this episode but I’m going to forgive you because I love you.

24:28 - GIL. You’ve waited 20 years. How much longer can you wait for Jessica?!?!

24:35 - Maybe JT didn’t know? At least - not until Gil rambled on about waiting? JT looks like he just connected all the dots and he’s super uncomfortable.

24:43 -...... so she verbally attacks him all episode then drives him home and acts like she did toward Malcolm by mid-season 1? I’m getting whiplash.

25:18 - This scene is so cute. They actually made the real life version of heart-eyes at each other. And Malcolm pours her a glass of water. Because 1) she’s driving and 2) she’s a recovering addict. He’s so casually respectful and I love it.

25:28 - “Are you any different?” Ouch. Look at how hurt Malcolm is. :( Although, props to Dani for confronting him about it. Someone needed to and she’s being really calm and caring about it.

26:10 - Dani’s little speech about being a black woman feels a little forced? Like the writers put it in so she doesn’t feel left out compared to JT? Idk, the whole thing just seemed not quite believable. Probably because when JT was racially profiled Dani - a black woman - pulled out her badge and all the white cops listened to her. It just doesn’t track. They wouldn’t have listened to her if they were racist and bold enough to attack JT in the first place.

26:47 - Anyone else think that all those lit candles are a fire hazard? Just me? Cool cool cool.

27:21 - Yo. This is stupid. I understand why this happened - because the plot needed it to happen. BUT WHY DID ALL THREE ARMED COPS LEAVE THREE UNARMED PEOPLE ALONE?!? And when does a team of 4 split into a group of 3 and 1??! It makes no logical sense (except for plot purposes).

28:03 - Creepy.

28:30 - Oh. HELL no. This is absolute bs. My entire heart is breaking for JT.

29:05 - I really like how chill this Priest is. Like - he respects that Malcolm’s a disbeliever and he’s willing to talk to him without trying to convert him.

29:55 - Listen to how upset JT sounds here!! :( :( :( My heart. :(

30:08 - Ok so how did she end up tied in the closet and not murdered?

30:40 - ....so did Jonah ruin that painting while Sister Agnes was in the closet or is the Sister just a moron who didn’t say anything about the guy ruining the painting?!?

30:50 - Sooooo Jonah is an “expert”. He taught Sister Agnes how to safely handle the lead-based paint. Yet - he didn’t use the protection? We saw him with a gas mask at the beginning of the episode? Did the sister not notice that he wasn’t using the protection? So much of this doesn’t track. Thankfully, I don’t watch this show for the “murder of the week” plot line.

31:30 - Malcolm is a good dude. Even now. He’s trying to help Jonah. <3 Heart of gold.

32:25 - Martin - shut. up.

32:45 - Friar Pete is a creepy treasure. I love him.

33:24 - “Oh you’ve gotta be kidding.” hahaha I feel you Malcolm. I feel you.

33:34 - Not gonna lie - when I watched this the first time all I could think is “How the eff does Malcolm remember everything Pete just said?” Maybe it’s just me but I would need Pete to go 1-2 words at a time. And slowly. ....maybe Malcolm took Latin in school?

24:06 - Oh so all the killers this season are also going to accuse Malcolm of being a killer and/or evil.

34:40 - Damn. I wish the team walked in right as Malcolm was screaming “the power of Christ compels you!!!”.

35:15 - I. Love. This. Gil screaming on the phone is everything. Him going to bat for JT is everything. Malcolm saying “This is bad”?!? *chef’s kiss*. ISTG Malcolm’s been scolded by Gil when Gil is that mad at some point during his teen years.

35:53 - “I’ll take care of it.” JT. Is. My. Hero. What an absolute king. He’s going to take care of it, even though he’s terrified, because he needs to protect his family. Not just Tally and the baby. But little sister Dani too. <3 My heart is full.

36:11 - ....okay so not to ruin a totally beautiful and profound scene but every time I’ve watched this scene JT doing that lean into the wall is very weird to me. Because he turns to face the camera. If he just slid down the wall or just leaned his head against the wall - it wouldn’t have felt so strange. It honestly distracts me from the scene. Every. Time.

36:18 - This is hot garbage. I don’t even want to rewatch this scene because it makes me so upset.

37:51 - I understand where Jessica is coming from but I also think she’s being a moron. I will say though, I respect the hell out of Gil for walking away when asked. A lot of men wouldn’t but he respects Jessica even if he doesn’t like what he’s hearing. So he left because she asked him to.

39:00 - If this isn’t a red flag for Jessica about Ainsley’s mental health idk what is.

39:25 - Poor Malcolm looks like he’s on the verge of tears here. :( I’m genuinely scared that Malcolm is becoming suicidal. He’s reaching the level of depressed and guilt where I think it’s a possibility. I genuinely think he’d rather kill himself to stop his guilt and suffering than to admit it to Gil, Jessica, JT, or Dani. ...for legal reasons he definitely can’t tell Gabrielle.

40:00 - Sooooo Martin is finally suggesting that it was his idea to dispose of the body. I hope it’s the truth.

40:05 - Martin is a piece of trash. He really needs to stop playing with Malcolm’s head. It’s literally killing Malcolm.

40:50 - Oh. SHIT. Malcolm just clapped back hard. I am so so proud of him. ...also concerned about this deep anger in him though.

41:46 - I swear - if we don’t get a Gil and Martin face-off when Martin breaks out, I will lose my mind. It’s one of the top things I want from this show. A Martin+Gil showdown.

Ok. So I kind of loved this episode? Even though there were...many plot holes and things that annoyed me about it. Is it just me or has this season felt much darker than last season so far? It makes sense given last season’s finale but it’s still thrown me a bit.

BUT I CAN NOT WAIT FOR 2x3. That promo. Ugh. <3 <3 We’re going to get traumatized teen!Malcolm content and I’m a sick bastard who is living for it.

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madasthesea · 4 years

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as I was told, so I believed

By @madasthesea for @canonismybitch

For the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange

Rating: G

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark

Summary: That was a side-effect of the soulmate bond people didn’t talk about much. It wasn’t just that you had to tell the truth when you spoke, there was this compulsion to speak: To answer every question, say every thought. You had to physically keep your mouth shut or the truth would leak out anyway.

He supposed it meant that there were no secrets between soulmates, but there were some things—like the fact that Peter being curled up in his mom’s blanket, flushed with fever and cuddly, was one of the cutest things he’d ever seen—that wouldn’t hurt to stay in Tony’s head.

Tony tapped his foot as he waited patiently for Peter to pick up the phone.

“Hi, Mr. Stark,” Peter’s voice finally said.

“Hey, kid, just calling to check in.” Tony spun idly in his desk chair, stretching his neck to try to rid it of a kink.

“That’s nice of you.”

“Uh-huh. So how are you?” Tony asked.

There was a long beat of silence. Tony raised an eyebrow.

“Peter?”

An anxious hum, too high to be nonchalant despite Peter’s apparent efforts.

Yep, that’s what he thought. Classic avoidance techniques. Peter didn’t want to tell him the truth, but physically couldn’t lie to him. The only solution was to not say anything at all.

“Answer me, please.”

“I don’t want to,” Peter said firmly.

“Yes, because you’re clearly trying to hide something,” Tony replied, smirking.

“Yes, I am.”

“What’s up, Pete?”

Peter’s voice was whiny when he answered, and a little muffled like he was laying with his face smushed into a pillow. “I have a fever and my head hurts and May’s gone and I hate being alon—Ugh, I didn’t want to tell you!”

Tony laughed. The compulsion to answer a direct question from your soulmate was usually too much to avoid for long. Soulmates were rare, and the people who didn’t have them often debated about the ethics of forced truth-telling, but Tony had found that he never really minded. Peter almost never abused the power anyway, and when he did, it was for Tony’s own good. He tried to be as respectful about Peter’s non-answers.

“And why is that?” he asked, already grabbing his car keys.

“Because I don’t want you to think I’m some wimpy kid,” Peter muttered petulantly.

“You are a kid, buddy, but you’re definitely not a wimp,” Tony said, his own soulmate-candor seeping through.

Peter groaned miserably. “Can you come?”

“Already on my way,” Tony assured.

Tony let himself into the Parker apartment with the set of keys May had given him after Peter’s double life—and inadvertently the fact that he was soulmates with Tony Stark—had been revealed.

“Pete?” Tony called as he closed the door behind him, dropping his keys and a grocery bag with sick supplies on the table.

“In here,” Peter replied. Tony followed his sullen voice to the door of the kid’s room, fighting a smile as he peered in and saw Peter curled up in a ball on his bed, his eyes the only thing visible under the layers of blankets he’d piled on himself.

“Hey, buddy. Sick, huh?”

Peter just grunted. Tony came closer and put his hand on Peter’s forehead, frowning at the heat coming off of him.

“Yikes, kiddo.” Tony’s voice was soft and warm, that special tone he only adopted for Peter. “Are you sick to your stomach?”

“No,” Peter murmured, actively nuzzling into Tony’s palm like a cat. Tony had never seen Peter sick before, but he had seen him on pain meds and the boy was clingier than an octopus, so Tony wasn’t that surprised.

“Can I get you something to eat? I brought soup.”

Peter froze, squinting up at Tony with one eye. “Your soup?”

“No, from the deli down the street,” Tony said, confused.

“Oh, ok. That sounds good.”

“Hey, are you telling me my soup doesn’t sound good?” Tony asked, affronted. He’d made that for Peter a couple months ago, when he’d been out in a snow storm helping people dig out their cars. Now that he thought about it, Peter had never actually commented on the quality of it, just thanked him for his thoughtfulness. “Don’t you like my soup?”

Peter bit his lip, looking up at Tony with wide eyes and saying nothing, which was an answer in itself.

“Unbelievable.”

“You were very nice to make it for me,” Peter said, peering up at Tony apologetically, a bashful smile on his face.

“Oh, I’m nice, am I?” Tony asked, levering the boy up and beginning to gather up his blankets so he could move Peter to the living room for him to eat. “Come all the way over here when you’re sick and you insult my soup.”

“I didn’t say anything bad about your soup,” Peter pointed out. Tony wagged a finger in his face, squinting with exaggerated offense.

“You implied.” Peter snorted, rolling his eyes. He stood up, then nearly collapsed back onto the bed, saved only by Tony’s reflexes.

Tony steadied Peter against his side, letting him wrap his arm around Tony’s waist and lean his head on his shoulder.

“You’re probably dehydrated, too,” Tony murmured, rubbing the back of Peter’s neck.

“Probably,” Peter sighed.

“Come on, easy does it.” Together, they walked to the living room and Tony got Peter settled on the couch.

“There you go. And because I’m so very nice,” Tony said, shooting Peter a teasing wink that got a tired smile in return. “I brought your favorite blanket.”

Peter perked up a little, reaching for the thick, knitted blanket and sighing happily as Tony tucked it around him. Peter immediately pulled it all the way up to his chin, burrowing into the soft fabric.

“You’re adorable.” The words spilled out of Tony before he could tell himself to not open his mouth.

That was a side-effect of the soulmate bond people didn’t talk about much. It wasn’t just that you had to tell the truth when you spoke, there was this compulsion to speak: To answer every question, say every thought. You had to physically keep your mouth shut or the truth would leak out anyway. He supposed it meant that there were no secrets between soulmates, but there were some things—like the fact that Peter being curled up in his mom’s blanket, flushed with fever and cuddly, was one of the cutest things he’d ever seen—that wouldn’t hurt to stay in Tony’s head.

Peter opened his eyes and grinned up at him and Tony had to concede that maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to say after all.

“How adorable?” Peter asked mischievously. Never mind. He regretted the words very much.

Rolling his eyes, Tony let himself answer, knowing that it would cheer Peter up a little bit. “The most adorable kid in the whole world,” he said, deadpan. It was true—it had to be true—but Tony could still make it his.

Peter blushed, pulling the blanket up in an attempt to hide it. “Mr. Stark,” he said, his voice both touched and embarrassed.

Tony huffed, shaking his head in fond exasperation, then went to get Peter his soup.

Tony turned on Stargate SG-1 while Peter ate, mostly tuning it out and answering emails on his phone. When the kid put his bowl on the floor and laid down with his feet in Tony’s lap, Tony looked over at him.

“Feeling any better?” he asked.

Peter shrugged, meaning he didn’t but didn’t want to tell Tony that.

“I’m sorry, kiddo. I wish I could fix it,” Tony said earnestly. He reached over and patted Peter’s hip comfortingly, then jumped when Peter flinched and yelped in pain.

“What was that?” Tony asked, his heart beating faster in surprise and worry.

“My hip,” Peter winced, then bit his lip.

Growling, Tony pulled the blanket off Peter then yanked his t-shirt up enough to see the red, swollen gash curving around his hip bone.

“Peter,” Tony hissed. “This is infected.”

“I know,” Peter whimpered, burying his face in a throw pillow.

“You know. You know? You said you were sick, how did you even—”

“I never said I was sick,” Peter interrupted, managing to look ashamed and indignant in a way only a teenager could.

“Ugh, Peter!” Tony said, standing up and stomping toward the kitchen where May kept the first aid kit. “Just because there are ways to get around the truth compulsion doesn’t mean you should.”

He came back and sat on the coffee table, opening the medical kit and unceremoniously tugging Peter’s shirt back up to get a better look at the injury.

“We’re supposed to trust each other with everything,” Tony growled. “How can I trust you when you keep important things from me?”

Peter scowled. “It’s nothing. I already cleaned it out earlier, it’s just still healing.”

“Right,” Tony scoffed. “I’m going to believe that when it took me hurting you to find out in the first place.”

“I can’t lie, remember? This is why I didn’t tell you!” Peter shoved Tony’s hands away then shakily pushed himself up to his feet. “All you do is lecture me. I don’t need you to take care of me, I just wanted you to be here.”

Tony exhaled heavily, standing as well. “Clearly, you do!” His heart was pounding in his chest, anger and fear and hurt all at once. He rubbed his left arm, hissing under his breath. “Of all the people to be my soulmate, why’d I have to get Spider-Man?”

There was a thud. Tony looked up to find Peter staring at him, his eyes huge, tears already gathering. He’d slumped against the wall, in exhaustion or shock, Tony couldn’t tell, but then his cheeks flushed red and he straightened, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Well, I’m sorry we got thrown together, then,” he snapped. Tony wasn’t sure if it because was his tone, the pain on his face, or the words themselves, but Tony’s response was a gut reaction.

“Me, too!”

Then they both froze. Because arguing was one thing when you weren’t soulmates, when you could lie just to hurt. But when every word that you ever said to each other was honest, cruel words hurt even more.

“Pete, I didn’t mean—”

“Yeah, you did,” Peter said. He was leaning against the wall for support and it made Tony’s chest ache. “You couldn’t have said it if you didn’t.”

“Let me explain.”

“I don’t want—”

“It terrifies me.” Tony spoke over Peter’s protest, his heart in his throat. Peter stopped talking. “Knowing that you’re out there getting hurt is bad enough, but that you would... do everything you could to keep it from me. Peter, I’ve tried to keep things from you before and I know how much you have to fight to do it. The fact that you would go to such extremes to hide that you’re hurt—that’s a whole other level of fear that I can’t even put into words, kid, cause if you died, I would—I would die, I think.”

Peter’s bottom lip trembled and a tear spilled down his cheek. Tony’s breath caught, but he didn’t let himself move yet.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered. “For being Spider-Man. I didn’t mean I don’t want you as my soulmate. I don’t want anyone but you. Peter Parker, Spider-Man, all of it, I just... I just wish it didn’t mean this—” He gestured to the first aid kid, to Peter’s pale face. The words came easily, more easily than they did with anyone else. Not even Pepper could make him open up the way Peter could. He wasn’t sure if that was because of the soulmate bond or just because it was Peter.

“You said you were sorry we’re soulmates,” Peter reminded him, still crying. “You said it, so it’s true.”

Tony shrugged, helpless. “Cause I’m not good enough for you, Peter. I wish you’d gotten someone you didn’t feel the need to lie to.”

“I don’t mean to lie to you,” Peter hiccupped. “I just... I wanted you to come and watch a movie with me and hold me and cheer me up while I waited for it to heal. I don’t like worrying you, I—I just wanted you to be here,” he repeated.

“I am here.”

“Yeah,” Peter said, his voice breaking. He bit his lip as if holding something back, but then seemed to catch himself and spoke anyway. “You’re good enough. You are—you’re the best.”

“Peter,” Tony breathed.

“I want you to hug me,” Peter blurted out, his cheeks pink but his chin held high.

Tony didn’t need to be told twice. He took two strides forward and wrapped Peter in his arms, letting the boy lean his weight against him rather than the wall. Peter’s breath was still catching, stray tears dripping onto Tony’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry I lecture you so much,” Tony sighed. “I’ll try to be better.”

“I’m sorry I hide things from you. I don’t do it because I don’t trust you.”

Tony tangled his fingers in Peter’s slightly sweaty hair, humming. “I get it. You’re a teenager. If I had to tell the truth all the time when I was a teenager, I would have been gone insane.”

Peter hummed, pressed his forehead against Tony’s throat.

“Can we start the movie watching and cuddling now?” Peter asked after another long moment.

Tony huffed a laugh. “That depends. Can I check your hip, just to make sure it’s clean?”

Peter sighed, sounding put upon, but he agreed.

Fifteen minutes later, they were once again on the couch, Peter’s wound freshly rinsed and bandaged. He was curled up under the knitted blanket again, his head on Tony’s thigh.

As the opening credits of the Princess Bride played, Peter turned onto his back and looked up at Tony with a small smile on his face. Tony brushed the bangs away from his forehead and gave him a questioning look.

“Thanks for coming, Mr. Stark,” Peter said softly.

Tony brushed his thumb under Peter’s eye. “What are soulmates for?”

“I don’t know, to love you or something,” Peter murmured, his voice sleepy.

Tony smiled. “Yeah. Love you,” he whispered to Peter, pressing his palm over the boy’s heart. “Or something.”

And Peter beamed up at him, because he knew it was true.

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City of Angels (Draft)

Word Count: 2,160

A/N: This is only a draft, barely edited so please be nice. I would appreciate the feedback and if you guys like this enough I will do a repost that is polished up and finished.

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The club life was something that she was unfamiliar with just a few months ago but after moving to this ‘city of angels’ as they call it, going out was as normal as breathing.

The back of Y/N’s neck lightly misted with sweat and the residue of the perfume and oils she put on earlier in the night, her friends were once by her side but have since migrated to different areas with different guys and girls, dancing on each other.

Having her fill of dancing by herself, for the time being, Y/N makes her way to the bar and pushes her empty glass towards the bartender and asks for water to have in between cocktails.

Sitting on the barstool she hears someone say “Hey” and when she spins around in her chair she sees an unfamiliar guy; pretty tall with obvious tattoos and a type of style that makes him serious but goofy at the same time and it worked for him. “Yes,” Y/N smiled showing him that it was okay to continue.

He looked a bit surprised by her reaction but recovered from the shock so quickly it was almost like it was never there in the first place. He pointed to her feet and said: “Just wanted to compliment you on your shoes, very flashy and I can honestly say I have never seen anything like them before.”

Y/N glanced at her the shoes of the topic, she completely forgot about her outrageous footwear.

She was wearing a 6-inch platform boot that was all decked out in rhinestones and a sharp black buckle.

“Thanks...Um, I’m sorry what is your name?” Y/N reached her hand out for him to shake.

Switching his drink to the opposite hand he takes her hand and shakes it gently,” No my bad, my names Pete” he laughs. “Probably should have led with that, And yours is..”

“Nice to meet you, Pete, my name is Y/N. How are you doing tonight” she says continuing the conversation and pointing to the seat next to her for him to take.

Y/N was hoping she wasn’t giving the guy the wrong idea, she was not looking for anything other than a good conversation since her friends were preoccupied at the moment.

“I’m doing pretty good just here with some friends. What about you?” Pete leans forward a bit so she can hear him better. “I’m actually here with some friends too,” Y/N says.

Pete looks a bit confused and says “But you have been dancing alone practically all night”

Y/N decided to joke with him a bit and say “Oh so you’ve been watching me all night” she laughed.

“Well with those shoes, honestly who couldn’t. But no actually my friend Colson actually spotted you.”

“Yeah sure, put the blame on the friend” Y/N laughed, this conversation was going smoother than she thought it would.

“Ha. Ha. Usually, that would be my cop-out but its actually true this time” Pete decided to point his friend out “There he is you can’t miss him, Redshirt and looking right at you...oh god” Pete muttered the last part under his breath, his friend being so obvious it hurt.

Colson quickly averted his gaze as someone behind him was trying to get his attention.

Stunned a bit by the exchange of eye contact Y/N could only mutter a small “Oh I see him” and quickly turned her attention back on the conversation she was having with Pete.

“Since your friends kind of vanished, do you want to come and hang with us? “ Pete asked being genuine.

“You sure they won’t mind me crashing,” Y/N asks just to make sure she isn’t intruding.

“Nah, besides Colson is actually really sweet. You’ll see” Pete grabs your wrist making sure you get through the crowd safely and not to lose you.

When the two of you make it to the section where they’re hanging out it only takes a minute for Pete to start introducing Y/N to everyone. The funny thing is Colson is the last one who comes over for introductions when he finally does meander over to her though she already has her hand outstretched for him. He kind of just stares at her hand for a moment, standing there awkwardly. So long in fact that another one of his friends, Slim hit him in the arm to snap him out of whatever daze he was in.

Colson coughed and finally took Y/N’s hand shaking it a bit longer than the others, but she didn’t stop him. Their eyes were locked and he said “I’m Colson” while she responded “Y/N”.

After letting go of each others grasp, Y/N tried to look anywhere but at him not wanting anyone to get the wrong idea, mostly herself. But to no avail, Colson’s gaze fell to Y/N’s shoes and he muttered a small “Woah”, “Hmm what was that” Y/N wasn’t quite sure what he said.

“Your shoes are so...Badass. You’re almost as tall as me and you look like you could beat the shit out of someone” and he actually smiled and in return, she did too feeling a lot better in this situation. “That’s exactly how I feel when I wear these. And frankly Shoes or not I am badass.” everyone around them laughed including Colson. “Oh trust me I can tell, can I get you a drink?” Y/N was taken aback by his question but decided it would be okay to put her guard down for the night and enjoy this time with new people. “Yeah sure. Just surprise me” usually when guys offered Y/N a drink she declined for obvious reasons, but she felt oddly at ease but full of electricity around Colson and they had only met each other moments ago. “Here you can come with me, just to make sure I’m not messing with it” obviously Colson was joking but he held his hand out for Y/N to take none the less. Hands fastened together he looks at Y/N, pulling her from their secluded corner into the ever-moving crowd and slowly make their way to bar tripping once on the way over someone’s foot. His hands steadied Y/N at her waist and it was then that she realized how pretty his eyes were. Breaking out of her trance much too soon, she had to keep her focus on the task at hand pointing at an opening in between the bodies on the dancefloor.

Colson is quick to push his way through the gap, not like it was that hard considering he was taller than most of the people there.

Getting to the bar he quickly asks “Do you like whiskey?” “Yeah” a short but true reply she had.

Motioning to the bartender Colson orders a “Casanova” but Y/N is wondering how the hell he got the bartenders’ attention so fast, and what kind of pull he had cause it usually took at least ten minutes or more to wait her turn to get a drink. “How did you do that,” Y/N asked obviously impressed and astonished. Colson looked at Y/N with the same astonished feature but confusion also set into his face.

“Wait really?” his tone was confused but not in a bad way. “What do you mean by really? It usually takes me forever to order a drink and for you it was instantaneous.” Y/N chuckled.

When he figured out she really didn’t know who he was Colson honestly felt relieved.

“Oh that, I’m a musician with my friends over there. Except for Pete, he is a comedian.”

Y/N nodded understanding but not judging or asking more questions “That makes a lot of sense now, it can be really hard to make me laugh but he had me busting up earlier.”

Waiting for the drink to be made Colson agreed “Pete is honestly the funniest and one of the best people I know. We had a rough year a few years back and we really became closer because of it and helped each other through it” Colson did not understand why he was being so honest with this girl but something about her put him at ease which was hard to come by but he still tried to pull himself together.

“You guys speak really highly about one another, I like that. I can’t wait to find a friendship like that” Y/N said a sort of sad look washing across her face. “Why what are your friends like?” he asked.

Y/N laughed a bit coldly “You want to know what my friends are like. They are conniving and self-centered; not to mention they left me by myself pretty much right when we showed up here. I mean look around” Y/N pointed to a few of them scattered around with different hookups and most of them seem to have left.

“Well, it looks like you need some new friends.” Colson jokes his hand squeezing hers gently. Only just now did they both realize their hands were still clasped together; Y/N panicked and let go of him suddenly. Colson’s mood in his face dropped and Y/N said “I’m sorry… I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable. I just want to respect your space.” The light sprung back into his face and said “ If I didn’t like it, then you would know” and for the first time, he sees Y/N’s face flush pink and boy does he like it.

Their drinks are ready and it only takes Y/N a moment to start and finish hers.

Grabbing a hold of Colson’s hand again she decides to be bold considering she is most likely not going to see him again after tonight and wants to savor this feeling she has when she is around him.

Leaning up as much as she can in her shoes she asks softly in his ear “In that case want to dance with me before the night is over” Colson is silent and instead guides Y/N to the dancefloor and twirls her around by her hand and waist.

His hands are draped on her body and Y/N feels a drunk, not from the booze but just him and even though she knew how these things went down she let herself live in the moment.

After a few songs, the two of them went back to the area where all of Colson’s friends resided. Y/N had to let go of his hand, knowing that if she didn’t she wouldn’t be able to later.

Y/N stayed for a couple more hours just talking, drinking, and smoking with the group; exchanging stories about life.

Before the night came to a close Y/N’s feet were tired of these shoes so she excuses herself to the bathroom and grabs her bag from the coat check. Switching into a pair of flat sandals she makes her way back to the group of people she has spent the night getting to know.

It was close to being four in the morning and the dancefloor has thinned dramatically from when she first arrived and that’s when Y/N knows the night is ending sooner than later. Before getting back to the group Y/N looks for her friend who is supposed to be her ride; not seeing her anywhere Y/N walks back to the room where Colson, Pete, and the others reside and texts her friend.

Y/N: Where are you? Looking for you everywhere.

Friend: Got a date I’m bringing home. Figured you would be fine.

Y/N didn’t even bother answering, approaching the group with a huff she opens the Uber app.

If she knew she was going to have to take an Uber she would have brought some sort of form of protection like pepper spray.

“What’s deflated you?” Pete asks noticing her mood and lack of height from the boots.

“Yeah Literally” Colson points out.

“Oh yeah, I always bring backups for shoes like that,” Y/N says.

Pete definitely doesn’t miss that Y/N’s sandals are open-toed (with a fresh pedicure no less) and takes a second to glace at Colson and joke with him subtly.

But is brought back to the subject when Y/N groans again murmuring “Of course there are no rides available right now.”

Before Pete can ask Y/N what has her so frustrated again Colson beats him to it.

“You okay Y/N, wheres your friends”.

“They all left without me and I tried to get an Uber but there are no rides available. So now I’m going to call a cab company and hope for the best”.

“Nah you are not gonna take a cab this late” Pete says.

“Not to mention by yourself and drunk” Colson chimed in.

Y/N looked at them with a confused but understanding emotion on her face.

“I mean walking isn’t really safe but I don’t have many options” Y/N counters back.

The group seems to have a silent conversation between each other and agreeing on something.

Y/N was too buzzed to know what about though.

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free-pool-trash · 4 years

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dangerous game - iv

here’s part 4 :)))))

word count: 3.2K

warning(s): swearing, bad writing not even gonna lie, not proof read :) addressing reader’s mutation because my dumbass didn’t do it

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If someone pressed a gun to your head and forced you to describe how you felt right now in only one word, you'd have to say: awkward.

Peter was sat on your right, his leg pressed against yours and Warren was sat on your left, his arm casually around your shoulders. The reason as to why this was awkward was that the two boys were in some kind of silent competition over who could be closer to you. Each of them scooted closer to you every two seconds and you were starting to feel suffocated.

Since finding out about your kiss with Warren, Peter hadn’t given you a second to yourself, nor did he give you a second alone with Warren, he was gate-keeping but Warren wasn’t acting much better. The second it looked like Peter was about to regain his previous position with you, Warren would swoop in and make sure the topic changed completely.

For a while you hadn’t noticed but as you were being crushed by the guys on either side of you on the couch, that had plenty of room, you started to put two and two together.

“If either one of you moves any closer to me I’m going to lose my shit.” You told them through gritted teeth, your body radiating annoyance while you shoved them away slightly.

Neither of the boys made any attempt to move away any further than you’d pushed them, which was not very far at all.

"Seriously you two? What the fuck is going on lately?" You asked, finally completely fed up with whatever the hell was going on.

Peter only shrugged, pouting at you "I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart."

"All good here babe." Warren started simultaneously.

And that was another thing, the pet names. The constant trying to one up each other. Doing things that they know you couldn't possibly enjoy just to spite each other. It was getting ridiculous and as well as that, it was driving you up the fucking wall.

Letting out a heavy breath you brought your hand up and covered your eyes.

You had a reputation in the school. You were always calm, tranquil even, it's why people loved you and why opponents feared you during missions. You had a reputation, one that you valued and needed to keep. With that in mind, you detangled from the green eyed monsters you were stuck between and stood in front of them.

Holding both of your hands out in a stop motion as Peter and Warren, like puppies, tried to jump and follow your motion.

"Whatever is going on here…" You motioned between them, swallowing thickly, lips pursed and trying to keep your composure.

"Leave me out of it." Giving them a false smile you walked away. More like stomped, really.

Warren's lip was pulled between his teeth as he watched you leave, "Fuck…"

Peter sighed, turning to face Warren, eyes tired and looking defeated.

"Look man, I know you kissed her." The silver haired boy confessed with a flat voice.

Warren kept his mouth shut as Peter carried on.

"I'm not trying to sabotage you, okay? I just want my best friend back." He finished with his voice becoming weaker with each word he spoke towards the end.

Warren chewed at the inside of his cheek before letting out a heavy breath, "If she comes to me crying later because of something you said I'll break both of your legs."

Nodding in understanding, Peter left the common room and sped towards your dorm, intent on not making you cry. He knew when Warren made threats there was always follow through, especially when it came to you.

When he reached your room he let himself in, as he always did, despite all the bad blood between you and him, you never seemed to mind too much.

You were laying on your bed, facing the ceiling when you heard the door open, not bothering to look, you only gave a small "hi.".

Peter cleared his throat nervously, "Hey… can I?" He asked motioning to the empty space beside you on the bed when you turned your head to face him.

"Yeah." You answered simply, watching as he jumped up onto your mattress and made himself comfortable laying beside you.

It warmed your chest for a moment, the normalcy of the position you were now in together, it reminded you of how things had been only months ago. You hadn't realized before, but you'd really missed it.

"Sorry about how I've been acting." He started, staring at the ceiling just like you were.

"Sorry I snapped." You offered in return.

Peter shook his head, turning it to look at you, "We deserved it, we were being immature."

Nodding your head in agreement but not meeting his eyes you asked, "Did you guys work things out?"

You didn't bother asking what the issue was, you had a fairly good idea and to be perfectly honest you could live without the drama of it.

"Not really but at least only one of us is here right now." He joked, nudging you with his elbow lightly causing a small smile to grow on your face.

Finally you moved your eyes to meet his, "Careful, you might jinx it."

Peter laughed nervously at the thought of Warren coming through the door.

Both of you returned your gazes to the ceiling and a few minutes passed in comfortable silence before Peter spoke up.

"Can I be really honest about something?" His voice was quiet as he turned to face you again.

Meeting his eyes you only nodded, curious as to what he needed to be honest about.

"I've been missing you like crazy. It's weird because we're friends again- but it's like we just met or something, yanno? And I totally understand that that's my fault but I just-" He slowed his ramble, closed his eyes and sighed before finishing, "I miss what we had."

His hand was so close to yours, you almost wanted to grab it. To interlace your fingers with his and reassure him that you were still here, the way you used to. But you didn't.

"I get what you mean. I miss you too." You confessed, voice quiet.

"I don't want to force things back to the way they were if you're not ready." He told you, brown eyes locked on yours as he paused to chew on his lower lip anxiously.

"And I know there's something going on between you and Warren." He added and you tensed at his words, averting your gaze.

"I just want you to know that no matter what happens I still love you." He took a deep breath to steady his nerves, before doing what you couldn't and gently lacing his hand with yours.

When you didn't say anything, only looked at him with the most conflicted expression he'd ever seen he continued.

"I know that you probably don't feel the same anymore, which is absolutely fine I don't blame you, but on the off chance that you do… I want you to know that I'm not going to be moving on anytime soon." At his statement you rolled onto your side to face him, keeping your fingers locked with his as he copied your movements.

"I still love you, Pete." You told him, voice almost a whisper.

"But things are complicated now, it's not just you and me anymore." You tried to explain as softly as you could, god you really didn't want to break his heart.

"I know…" he nodded sadly, yet still scooted closer to you.

Feeling overwhelmed by everything you'd just been told you let your head rest against the speedsters forehead.

The familiarity of the action calming you down.

Peter's free arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in and holding you closely against him, your intertwined hands squished between your bodies but neither of you minded.

"I don't know what to do, Pete." Your whimpered, eyes closing to try and keep your tears from rushing down your face.

"You don't have to do anything." He assured you, despite knowing that soon enough you would have to decide who you liked the most.

"I really don't want to hurt you. Or Warren." You told him, as you opened your eyes, revealing the wall of unshed tears that had built up behind your eyelids.

Sighing, Peter tightened his grip around your waist and disconnected his forehead from yours so he could connect his lips to it instead.

"I know… just do what feels right, don't worry about us. We're big boys. We can handle it." Peter said, puffing his chest out with a faux macho attitude causing you to giggle.

Letting out an exaggerated sigh you let go of Peter's hand and used both of your arms to pull him into a proper hug. He reciprocated your movements, holding you tightly against him, squeezing you and placing a peck on the top of your head.

"Here's what's gonna happen," you started, head nuzzled against Peter's chest, "We are going to lie here and forget that the last six months ever happened."

You felt Peter nod his head against yours, "Right."

"And then, when we have to, we're going to get up and go to Jubilee's room and get wasted with our friends and have a drama free night." You told him, trying to convince yourself that tonight's drinking wouldn't lead to you crying your eyes out over either Peter or Warren.

The sinking feeling in your stomach didn't do much to help you convince yourself, though.

Being wrapped up with Peter was nice, you had truly missed him, but there was something so off about this time in particular. This time you felt guilty. Being so intimate with Peter felt, to you, like a betrayal to Warren.

You hadn't lied when you told Peter that you still loved him, because you did, you do. But it's not the same love as you felt only a few months ago, no, it was more refined.

Whenever you used to lay together like this, snuggled up to each other and giggling about nothing in particular, you used to pray that the silver haired boy would find the courage to finally kiss you. This time though, you were praying that he wouldn't.

Luckily, it seemed that Peter hadn't gained the courage to place his lips on yours this time, not that he hadn't been thinking of it, you could feel his uncertainty.

You'd become good at focusing what you did and did not feel of other people's emotions, you worked really hard on perfecting that skill, you did it to respect the privacy of the people around you but also to avoid absorbing more negative energy than you could handle, but Peter basically had "debating kissing you really hard" written on his forehead.

Most of your struggles with Peter were rooted in the fact that he confused his own feelings, and they changed almost as fast as he moved.

He never stayed on the same one for any extended period of time, one second it was radiating "I love her." And the very next it would be countered with "As a friend."

After a while you decided Peter would be one of the people you put on mute, only feeling what he was okay with offering to you. Which in hindsight wasn't one of your best ideas but all of his conflicting emotions didn't help either of you.

You had to make sure that you weren't subconsciously passing negative emotions around, because as well as absorbing the feelings around you, you could also transfer them to others.

It made sense that when Peter had left you that the rest of your friends stood with you, it was so easy for them to stick with you because they were feeling it all along with you. To be honest you'd almost lost control during those few weeks. You really didn't want that to happen again.

And while Peter's emotions were screaming to kiss you, you almost popped a blood vessel trying to keep yours completely silent.

Once Peter left your room, you heaved out an exhausted sigh, allowing relief to flood your body and help you compose yourself before you had to put yourself back in the frey.

When you arrived at Jubilee's dorm, most of your group was already there and some of them had already started drinking.

It was supposed to be a quiet, chilled out get together with only your friend group but you could already tell that it was not going to be chill, and once you noticed Warren holding a bottle of cheap bottle of vodka you knew with absolute certainty that tonight was going to be messy.

You found yourself sitting on the floor across from Jean as you both drunkenly tested each other's mutation, all the others watching intently.

"Okok right now what am I feeling?" She asked you, trying to keep her face neutral.

"Awh Jean! You're too easy! Right now you feel so happy because you're drunk and you fucking love me." You told her surely and she gasped, slapping your arm with an open mouth.

"That's right!" She exclaimed and all of your friends cheered as you tackled the red head into a hug, "I love you too!"

A dopey smile covered her face as she wrapped an arm tightly around your shoulders and pointed to Warren and Peter, who were drinking together, and shouted, "You hear that you two! You both lose! (Y/n) loves me!"

You kissed her cheek, making a huge "mwah" sound before pulling away and stumbling back toward the two boys who were by some miracle getting along incredibly, you guessed it was the alcohol.

Smiling brightly you plopped yourself down on Warren's lap, throwing you legs across Peter's lap and looking between them with a toothy grin, "Hi."

"Hey." They both said simultaneously, Warren's arm was around your waist and Peter offered you the bottle of vodka they'd both been sharing which you gladly accepted.

"Someone's happy." Warren stated, cheeky smile on his lips as he watched you take a swig of the vodka.

Nodding enthusiastically you kissed his cheek with the same over exaggerated "mwah" as you had given Jean and he laughed.

"I am!"

"You're also drunk." Peter chimed in and you nodded, again, enthusiastically.

"Dizzy?" Warren asked when you rested your head on his shoulder.

Again you nodded, the room had been spinning for about twenty minutes and that last swig of vodka had kicked up a fuss in your stomach.

"Take this away maybe." You slurred, still smiling but allowing your body to sink against Warren's while holding the glass bottle limply towards Peter who gratefully took it from you.

"Alright I think it's time to get you to bed." Warren stated with a laugh when you began pecking his neck, again shouting, "mwah!" Each time your lips connected to the skin of his neck.

Peter nodded in agreement, chuckling as you began blowing him mwahs from your place in Warren's lap.

"Need any help?" Peter asked as Warren swooped you up into his arms and stood up.

Before Warren could reply you looked at Peter from over Warren's shoulder, "Night, Pete! Don't throw up in Jubilee's room or she'll electrocute you…" You spoke the last part in a whisper, knowing from experience that jubilee had no sympathy for people who got a little too carried away and stained her carpet.

As Warren began to walk you towards the door Jubilee's voice made him stop in his tracks.

"Hey! Where are you taking my (Y/n)?" She questioned while stumbling up to you.

Giggling uncontrollably you motioned for her to move closer and whispered in her ear, "He's taking me to bed."

Jubilee let out a gasp, clapping her hands in excitement, "Then what are you waiting for? Go!" She exclaimed with a shit eating grin on her face as she pushed Warren out of the room, "Everyone say bye to (Y/n) and Warren!"

"No! She's so happy if she leaves the moods gonna die!" Scott yelled from his spot on the floor and Jean whined in agreement.

Pouting you looked at them in confusion, "oh no, are my emotions leaking?"

"Don't worry (Y/n), they're all good feelings." Kurt reassured you with a soft smile which you returned.

"Guys! Stop bugging them! They're on their way to have a moment!" Jubilee groaned pointing towards you and Warren.

Letting out a chuckle Warren adjusted you in his arms, you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled up at him lovingly. In your drunken state there was only one thing running through your mind, "He's so pretty."

You weren't sure at what point you'd gotten from Jubilee's room to your own but you were too dizzy to question it.

The blond angel placed you down on your bed and gently tucked you under the covers as you watched him with a smile.

"Get in." You told him, reaching your arms out to him and making grabby hands.

"You need to get some rest." He laughed at you but still offered you his hands to hold to stop your grabby motions.

"So do you so get in with me…" You pleaded, jutting your lower lip out and tugging his hands towards you.

Letting out a defeated sigh, Warren lifted up your covers and scooted in beside you while you let out a triumphant "yay!".

A few minutes of silence passed by and your head stopped spinning ever so slightly, as it rested against Warren's chest, his hands running through your hair.

"Hey, birdy?" You broke the silence, looking up at him.

"Mhm" He hummed in response, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, looking at you intently.

"Do you remember when we walked to that diner?" You asked with a smile.

Warren nodded his head, his smile matching yours as you shifted in his grasp to be face to face with him, arms moving around his shoulders and his finding a place around your torso.

"I remember." He confirmed, pulling you impossibly closer.

"And do you remember how you kissed me?" You pressed, your smile turning cheeky when you noticed his cheeks flushing pink.

"How could I forget?" He asked rhetorically, his eyes locking on yours.

Biting your lip, you allowed your fingers to tangle in his hair while your faces moved closer to each other.

"So… how would you feel about maybe if we did that again?" You inquired, looking at him hopefully through your lashes.

Within a second Warren's lips were on yours and you couldn't stop the smile that had spread across your lips while you kissed him back.

Upon disconnecting his lips from yours, he pressed his forehead against your own.

"So I'm guessing you're on board with kissing more often?" You said, smiling and pecking his lips once more.

"Only if I can call you mine." Warren whispered back, his eyes hopeful now as he studied your face.

You could feel his nerves radiating off him and decided, still admittedly buzzed, that you'd quell them.

As you pressed your lips to his again, he hummed against them when he felt a wave of calm wash over him.

"I wanna be yours."

#Warren Worthington III #warren worthington x reader #peter maximoff #peter maximof x reader #Dangerous Game

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enchantedlokii · 4 years

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It’s Okay

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark

Mentioned: Richard Parker, Mary Parker, Ben Parker, May Parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Edwin Jarvis

@whumptober2020 Day Eleven: Crying

Peter was used to having bad days. They came often, if he were being completely honest. But he was lucky. Most kids his age who had been through what he had been through would be a lot worse of than he was. After losing his parents and then his uncle. . . He knew that people worried about him. May worried about him. Ned worried about him. Michelle worried about him. Even his teachers seemed to always have an extra eye out for him. Because he was seen as troubled. He was one of the kids they wouldn’t be surprised if he did something horrible to himself or to someone else. Because it would make sense.

The only person who didn’t seem to be so worrisome about him was Mr. Stark. He imagined it was because the man understood. Peter knew about the car accident; that his parents had been killed when he was young. Sure he was older than Peter when it happened, but he still understood in a way that others didn’t.

What Peter didn’t realize was the fact that this meant Tony was able to see right through his facade that he had started to adopt whenever he was upset.

“Hey, Mr. Stark,” Peter greeted as he stepped into the workshop. He was quick as he went to his desk, putting his backpack down beside him. Normally, the two would work on separate projects unless they needed an extra set of hands. “What are we working on today?”

“Hey, Kid,” Tony replied, glancing up over his shoulder. “I left you some papers over there. Was hoping you could take a look at them. Something isn’t coming out quite right and I can’t find it.”

Peter nodded and picked up the stack of papers, taking out a different colored pen and starting to work through them. He huffed as he got stuck, struggling to remember how the particular equation worked. He scribbled out a piece of his work and tried again, hoping it would work out this time and he could move on. He wasn’t really up for complex calculus today. Or anything, really, but he knew that he couldn’t just ditch on Tony. Especially not now.

“You alright, Pete?” Tony asked, causing Peter to freeze. He put his pen down and turned around with a small smile he hoped was convincing.

“I’m alright,” he told him. “Just having a bit of trouble figuring this out.”

Tony raised an eyebrow and Peter knew immediately that the man didn’t believe him. “What’s up, Underoos? I know that look.” His voice was gentle, more so than normal, and his tone made Peter want to tell him the truth, but he knew he couldn’t. Because this was the last person who saw past everything that happened to Peter and just saw him for himself.

“I’m fine, Mr. Stark,” he pressed, forcing his voice to stay even. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re a terrible liar, you know,” Tony pointed out, standing up and moving his seat to be next to Peter. “I won’t force you to talk about it, but I can tell something’s bothering you. It would make me feel better, and would make you feel better whether you believe it or not, if you didn’t keep whatever it is inside.”

“What makes you think that?” Peter asked. He wasn’t sure exactly if he meant the fact that the man knew something was bothering him or that he would feel better opening up, but he was up for an answer to either.

“Because I used to be the same way,” he said with a small shrug. “Still can be, honestly, but I’m working on that. My dad always said that men aren’t supposed to show emotion and I believed him because everyone loved him. I thought that it would make me weak to tell anyone that I was upset, and it. . .” He trailed off, seeming uncertain whether he should continue or not. He cleared his throat and put a hand on Peter’s knee. “Let’s just say it almost didn’t end well, alright? I don’t want you to have to go through the same sh*t I did because you think you can’t talk to someone.”

Peter felt his breath catch in his chest as he guessed at what the implication might mean. He didn’t dare ask, but he had a good idea. “I don’t want to bother you,” he replied finally. “I’ll be fine, really.”

“You could never bother me, Kid.”

Peter shrugged, uncertain. He could feel tears threaten to spill and didn’t dare try to speak in fear his voice might crack. He felt a hand rest on his back and his lip quivered a bit. “Peter, have I ever told you about Jarvis? The real Jarvis?”

Peter glanced up at the question, a bit confused. He shook his head, still not opening his mouth to form a real answer. He could tell from the look in Tony’s eyes that he knew why, but the man didn’t mention it. Instead, he continued speaking.

“When I was growing up, he was around more than my parents were. He was more like a dad to me than my real dad was, really,” he told him. “Still, I was afraid to talk to him about the things that most kids would talk to their dads about. The yucky stuff. Because I thought that all men must think that made us weak. So, when I was upset about something that had happened at school and Jarvis picked me up, I acted like everything was fine. He saw right through it.”

Peter smiled a bit at that. Because it sounded a lot like the situation he was in right now.

“He asked me what was wrong,” Tony continued. “And at first I wouldn’t tell him, but then he told me something that I have never forgotten. Do you want to know what that was?”

Peter nodded slowly. He had a feeling that whatever it was would be enough to send him over the edge. He knew that’s what Tony wanted, too. He wanted him to break, and not with foul intentions. He wanted to help. Peter knew that. He just wasn’t willing to accept help from him.

“He told me that when people care for you, they’re there for you for the good and the bad,” Tony explained. He moved his hand to Peter’s shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. “I’m not going to make you tell me what’s going on. It’s okay if we’re not there yet, but I hope that you’ll tell someone what’s wrong. And I hope you know that you can always talk to me, okay? I care, Peter.”

Peter took a shaky breath and nodded, unable to keep the tears at bay any longer. He let out a small sob and bent over, his body shaking as he started to cry. He was surprised, even after the conversation, when Tony pulled him close, pressing his head against his own chest and rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “Just let it out, Buddy.”

Peter wrapped around him and buried his face into the man’s chest, just above where he knew the arc reactor once was. He found hismelf clinging to his shirt as if he would disappear if he were to let go. “Please don’t leave me,” he whimpered. “Please don’t leave.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Tony promised. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And he didn’t. He stayed there until Peter’s sobs died down and he loosened his vice grip on the man’s shirt. “Feel better now?” he asked, one hand still rested at the base of Peter’s neck.

Peter nodded against his chest. “A-a little,” he admitted. “This probably sounds really dumb, but I-I think maybe I just. . . I let it all build too long.”

“It’s not dumb,” Tony assured him. “It happens sometimes, and that’s perfectly okay. It’s perfectly normal. It’s okay to get worked up and need to let it out. Don’t let anyone tell you it’s not.”

Peter sighed and slowly pulled away, glancing down at his feet as he clasped his hands together. “You’re going to worry about me all the time now,” he murmured, bringing a hand up to wipe his tears on his sleeve. “Aren’t you?”

“I’ve always worried about you, Pete,” Tony told him. He must have noticed the way Peter deflated, because he moved a hand to the boy’s chin and lifted it until he looked him in the eyes. Peter would have hated it if it weren’t for the soft expression he gave. “People worry about you because they care about you. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“But—”

“No, there’s no buts to it,” Tony interrupted him sternly. “Do you not worry about the people you care about? About May? Your friends?”

“Yeah,” Peter replied quickly. “Of course I do.”

“How is it any different that we worry about you?” he asked gently. When Peter didn’t replied right away, he continued. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say you’re tired of sympathy.”

Peter blinked in surprise. “How do you know that?”

“Because I get it,” Tony shrugged. “You think that people only worry about you because you’re an orphan. Because you’ve lost people you love. Because you’re different than they are. You’ve had it happen so much that it’s hard to know who really cares and who’s just acting. Trust me, Peter. I understand how that feels. I know it sucks. I know you’re worried that people are going to turn their backs on you when you need them most. And I promise you— I swear on my life that I will never do that to you.”

“This isn’t going to change anything?” Peter asked quietly.

“It’s not going to change anything,” Tony confirmed with a reassuring smile. “Except that now you know that you can come to me for anything. I don’t care if it’s something as trivial as a girl not liking you back, I’ll be here to listen. I’m here for the good and the bad, Pete. If you want me to be that person.”

Peter smiled at the implication of his words. He was willing to be the figure in his life that Jarvis had been to him. He told him that Jarvis was like a father to him more than his own father, and he had just openly admitted that he would be that for Peter. He cared for Peter in the way Jarvis had cared for him. He had even, for the first time, given Peter a real hug. He had broken the invisible barrier that they had been playing jump rope with for months.

Carefully, and a bit uncertain still, Peter leaned forward to wrap Tony in another hug. This time, the few tears that escaped him were happy tears. “Thank you, Mr. Stark.”

“Anytime, Kiddo,” Tony replied, hugging him back. “Anytime.”

#whumptober2020 #no.11 #fandom #writing #marvel #mcu #avengers #irondad #spiderson #peter parker #tony stark #spider man #iron man

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myonechicagoworld · 3 years

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CHICAGO FIRE – NAZDAROVYA! (S01E15)

Gabby Dawson: [whimpering]

Try not to move. You’re going to be all right.

You’re going to be fine.

[horn honking]

Gabby Dawson: Hey! Hey! Stop!

Stop!

[horn honking]

[tires screech]

Gabby Dawson: Gunshot wounds to the abdomen and left chest.

Exit under the arm caught the axillary artery.

Doctor: I’ll take over on pressure.

Gabby Dawson: He’s my brother. I’m going into the OR with you.

Doctor: Can’t do it. Now.

Got it. Somebody grab the monitor. Let’s get him down the

hall into four. Go, go, go.

cutscene

Nurse: He’s all cleaned up, daddy.

Kelly Severide: Oh, no, I’m not the… I’m not the… I’m…

Okay.

Oh, Oh.

Hey guy.

[baby coos]

Kelly Severide: Hey buds.

Leslie Shay: Daddy.

Kelly Severide: Hey bud.

[phone chimes & vibrates]

[baby coos]

Leslie Shay: Dawson. What happened?

Oh baby.

Gabby Dawson: [crying] I don’t know.

[sobs]

cutscene

[door shuts]

Matt Casey: [exhales]

Nancy Casey: I’m not happy about our fight last night. It’s important

to me that we communicate.

Matt Casey: I agree.

Nancy Casey: I get the sense you weren’t too happy about me

going out with my friend Gary last night.

Matt Casey: It had nothing to do with… Gary. I was worried about

my mother violating her parole.

Nancy Casey: Fine [clears throat]

Agreed.

Can we… agree to trust each other? To discuss

things like two adults?

Matt Casey: Yeah.

Nancy Casey: I’m happy to hear it. Eat while they’re still warm.

[mug clanking]

Matt Casey: You know something? You’re right.

If we’re gonna live together, we need to get things out

in the open. So I’m gonna ask.

Why’d you do it?

Nancy Casey: Now you’re just being hurtful.

Matt Casey: No, I’m asking a question I need the answer to.

In 15 years, you never told me why. What made you go

over to dad’s?

Nancy Casey: You always do this!

- title -

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: He was really cagey [clears throat]

We were talking right before it happened.

Peter Mills: Listen, he’s… he’s lucky that you were there. Okay?

Gabby Dawson: Pete, it’s fine. She knows.

Leslie Shay: Is he out of ICU?

Gabby Dawson: No, not yet. I’m gonna go to the hospital after shift.

Leslie Shay: All right. I’ll go with you.

Matt Casey: Hey.

[door closes]

Matt Casey: I just heard. How is he?

Gabby Dawson: Uh, he lost a lot of blood, so they’re still doing

transfusions.

Matt Casey: [sighs] I’m so sorry. Your brother went so above and

beyond for me with the Voight thing. If there’s

anything I can do, just… let me know.

Gabby Dawson: Thank you.

Matt Casey: Uh, Chief wanted me to tell you there’s a police

detective here to see you in his office for some

follow-up questions.

Gabby Dawson: Okay.

Chief Boden: Dawson, come on in. This is Detective Ben Vikan from

Narcotics.

[door closes]

Man 1 (Det Ben Vikan): Very sorry to hear about Antonio. We got

damn near every cop in this city out looking

for who shot him.

Gabby Dawson: Good to know.

Man 1 (Det Ben Vikan): Antonio was looking for the leader of the

crew that’s been putting out the bad drugs.

He talked to you about that? ‘Cause I know

you had a conversation with him right

before he was shot.

Gabby Dawson: He said that guys from Narcotics were being

territorial and didn’t want a guy from Vice taking

his collars, so he was doing twice the work.

Man 1 (Det Ben Vikan): [chuckles] Let’s have an honest

conversation.

Gabby Dawson: Let’s.

Man 1 (Det Ben Vikan): Your brother went way off the reservation

on this one.

Chief Boden: You told me you were here to investigate the shooter,

not investigate Antonio.

Man 1 (Det Ben Vikan): It’s all related, Chief, and unfortunately, the

first step is to try to sift through eight layers

of lies he told his superiors and colleagues,

myself included.

Gabby Dawson: I’d trust my brother with my life. I don’t know you

from a load of wood.

Man 1 (Det Ben Vikan): Your boss has my card if you decide to

�� change your mind and help.

[door closes]

Gabby Dawson: I honestly don’t know anything about what’s going

on with Antonio.

Chief Boden: Okay.

[door closes]

cutscene

Eric Whaley: Morning.

Kelly Severide: Morning.

[paper bag rustling]

Eric Whaley: You still work on boats?

Kelly Severide: Yeah.

[paper bag continues to rustle]

Kelly Severide: Boater’s key. Thanks.

Eric Whaley: Mmm, you probably already got one, right?

Kelly Severide: Always use another.

Eric Whaley: I was out of line last shift. So, uh, that is half a peace

offering.

Kelly Severide: Accepted. The other half?

Eric Whaley: A bribe.

Kelly Severide: [chuckles] These things cost 7 bucks, man.

Eric Whaley: Fair enough.

Kelly Severide: [chukles]

Eric Whaley: Look [clears throat]

Now that I know what really happened between you

and Renee, I’m thinking she’s probably been letting

the guilt beat her up this whole time. I got no right to

ask this, but… I think if you reached out to her, it

could go a long way towards turning things around.

‘Cause like I said, man, we don’t hear from her.

Look, this is her cell number. At least I think it is. It’s a

computerised voice.

I’ve left messages…

Kelly Severide: Eric, I don’t even really know what I would say.

So maybe it’s just best to leave the past in the

past.

Eric Whaley: Maybe even just hearing your voice might make a

difference.

Kelly Severide: [sighs]

[knocks on locker]

cutscene

Peter Mills: Hey, chow’s up.

[dog whines]

Peter Mills: Hey, hey, don’t you even think about it.

[dog whimpers]

Christopher Herrmann: Shay, this is that baby book I was telling

you about. Lots of good stuff, swaddling,

soothing…

Leslie Shay: Thanks Herrmann. Hey, do you know if it says anything

about sleep schedules.

Christopher Herrmann: I didn’t read it.

Leslie Shay: Hmm.

Christopher Herrmann: All right, you’re our guy for construction on

the new bar, right?

Matt Casey: I believe the offer was free consultation.

Christopher Herrmann: Okay. All right. Fine.

Matt Casey: Yeah.

Christopher Herrmann: The inspection is tomorrow, and then our

new silent partner is coming over here

later for a meet and greet. We just gotta

make sure that this guy knows that we’re

driving this car.

Otis Zvonecek: Go easy. Extra partner means lower cost for the

rest of us.

Mouch: I’m with Herrmann. There’s an old Japanese proverb. Don’t

let your daughter-in-law eat your autumn eggplants.

Christopher Herrmann: What the hell does that mean?

Mouch: Don’t let yourself be taken advantage of.

[station alert buzzes & blares]

(Over PA): Engine 51, Truck 81, Ambulance 61. Possible drowning.

[sirens blaring, horns honking]

Matt Casey: There.

Boy 1: We were playing and all of a sudden, Patrick fell in!

Man 2 (Trilling/Dad): Please, help my son.

Chief Boden: How long’s he been under?

Man 2 (Trilling/Dad): Three minutes, maybe more.

Chief Boden: Let’s get that straight-frame to the edge of the lake

right now.

Matt Casey: Exactly where did he fall in?

Man 2 (Trilling/Dad): Right here. He came up for a second. Then

he… he went right back down again.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Kelly Severide: Keep feeding me line until I hit bottom. Then allow 6

more feet every time I tug twice, all right? When I

tug three times, I’ve got the kid.

Man 2 (Trilling/Dad): Please, God, please… Find my boy!

[indistinct radio chatter]

[water splashing]

[dramatic music]

Hadley: All right, he’s at the bottom.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Hadley: Three tugs! He’s got him.

Man 2 (Trilling/Dad): [gasps]

Chief Boden: Medics, get ready.

Mills, go with the ambulance as backup.

Peter Mills: Right.

Man 2 (Trilling/Dad): Oh my God. Is he alive?

[voice breaking] Patrick.

Gabby Dawson: Let’s put him in the right now.

[siren wailing]

Leslie Shay: Pushing epinephrine.

Gabby Dawson: Shay, check for lung sounds.

Leslie Shay: Yeah.

Gabby Dawson: Come on, Patrick.

Leslie Shay: You’re in.

Gabby Dawson: Let’s do a pulse check.

Leslie Shay: Come on, Patrick. Come on.

Gabby Dawson: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait a second.

Peter Mills: What?

Gabby Dawson: I have a pulse.

Peter Mills: Wait, are you sure?

Gabby Dawson: Yeah. Yeah, pulses.

[air pumping]

Peter Mills: BP’s 60 over 40.

Gabby Dawson: [exhales]

Peter Mills: [exhales]

Leslie Shay: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Hey. How’s the kid?

Leslie Shay: Good.

Kelly Severide: Yeah?

Leslie Shay: Yeah. Got him warmed up. His BP is stabilised.

Man 2 (Trilling/Dad): Lieutenant?

Kelly Severide: Hey, I just heard the news. That’s great.

Man 2 (Trilling/Dad): Yes. Thanks to you guys. Um… I just want you

to know, uh… I didn’t… my son was in that

water, and I froze. I… I did nothing.

Kelly Severide: Sir…

Man 2 (Trilling/Dad): I don’t know why I just stood there. I wanted

to move, but my feet wouldn’t…

Kelly Severide: Listen to me. I’ve been to thousands of accident

scenes, and you never know any given day how

someone’s going to react.

Man 2 (Trilling/Dad): Yeah, but I did nothing. He’s my son, and I did

nothing.

Kelly Severide: That’s cold, dangerous water. You went in there,

we’d have been rescuing two.

Man 2 (Trilling/Dad): If you hadn’t shown up…

Kelly Severide: But we did.

And now your boy’s gonna be fine.

And you’re gonna be here to take him home. Okay?

Man 2 (Trilling/Dad): Okay. Thanks.

cutscene

Christopher Herrmann: Let me handle this.

Otis Zvonecek: All right.

Christopher Herrmann: All right.

Otis Zvonecek: Hey.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, Arthur. Sorry for the wait.

Man 3 (Arthur): Ah, not a problem. I appreciate what you guys do.

Christopher Herrmann: All right, we wanted to open up the lines of

communication and let you know our

perspective on the whole partnership thing.

Man 3 (Arthur): So, uh, with the Latino girl, uh, we’re four, right?

Otis Zvonecek: I think that’s actually Latina.

Man 3 (Arthur): Oh, yeah, sorry. Yeah. Look, I’m no math major, but

partnership-wise, that’s that’s, uh, 25% stake each,

no?

Christopher Herrmann: Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, no. The old

man definitely did not say equal

partnership. He said take care of you

based upon what you brought to the

table. So construction, hauling, initial

investment.

Man 3 (Arthur): I don’t have a lot of out-of-pocket money to do any

investing. I… so…

Christopher Herrmann: We’re not talking 25% then.

Man 3 (Arthur): Okay, sure. Yeah, yeah. No, I… I get your point.

Christopher Herrmann: Listen, let’s just see what you bring to the

table. We’ll see how it goes, and we’ll

make sure that it’s fair.

Man 3 (Arthur): Sounds great. Uh, look, I gotta get back to work,

but I’ll see you tomorrow at the inspection, huh?

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Otis Zvonecek: Okay

Herrmann & Otis: [laughs]

cutscene

Leslie Shay: [chuckles] Hi there, little guy.

Clarice: You know, Daniel’s planning on using the fact that I was in

therapy and on antidepressants as proof that I’m mentally

unstable.

Leslie Shay: Screw Daniel. We’re strong enough. We’ll handle

whatever he throws our way.

Clarice: Well, the lawyer did say there was another option.

Leslie Shay: What?

Clarice: We could offer 50/50 custody.

Leslie Shay: Clarice…

Clarice: I know Daniel will take it. You know, and then we can just

end all of this and focus on being a family.

Leslie Shay: [sighs]

Hey, you. Hi.

Okay.

cutscene

[background chatter]

Gabby Dawson: Knock, knock.

Antonio Dawson: Hey.

Gabby Dawson: Hey.

Antonio Dawson: I’d be dead, you hadn’t been there.

Gabby Dawson: No, you’d have crawled your way to the front door.

Antonio Dawson: Has anybody come talk to you?

Gabby Dawson: Uh, some detective from Narcotics named Vikan.

Antonio Dawson: Yeah. He’s after my badge.

Gabby Dawson: He’s saying you’ve gone off the rails.

Antonio Dawson: Look, this started out as prostitutes getting a hold

of bad dope. That’s a Vice case, which is why I

got involved. Then it turned into the bad dope

being dealt. That’s when Narcotics came in.

Gabby Dawson: Hey…

Antonio Dawson: Then it became about that new gang that I was

telling you about trying to push their way in and

take over.

Gabby Dawson: [inhales] Laura and the kids?

Antonio Dawson: Department’s putting them in protective custody

until they catch who tried to kill me.

Gabby Dawson: Have they been threatened?

Antonio Dawson: There’s been some hang ups on our home phone

line.

Gabby Dawson: If this was all about gangs, there is one cop who

could have helped out.

Antonio Dawson: Don’t even think about it.

[gate opening]

[keys jingling]

[metal clanking]

[chains clinking]

Gabby Dawson: [clears throat] Uh… my name’s Gabriela Daw…

Hank Voight: I know who you are. What the hell do you want?

Gabby Dawson: My brother, Antonio Dawson, he works in Vice…

Hank Voight: Yeah, yeah. He’s the guy who put the cuffs on me.

You tell him I said hi, okay?

Gabby Dawson: Okay, well, this involves him. So if you’ve got your

panties in a twist over how he does his job and

that’s a deal breaker for you, you just say so, and

I’ll leave.

Hank Voight: Continue.

Gabby Dawson: [clears throat] He’s investigating some bad dope

that’s been dumped on prostitutes. Uh, it’s about

some new gang…

Hank Voight: I’ve heard all about that.

Gabby Dawson: He was shot a couple days ago. But this is more

than just him and his family still having a bull’s

eye on their chest. Girls are dying out there. If my

brother was willing to risk his life trying to stop it,

I’m willing to risk mine trying to help him.

Hank Voight: My ex-partner had a thing he liked to say. “What was

the first thing Adam said when the good Lord

dropped him in Eden?” What’s in it for me?

Gabby Dawson: You know, I came here on the off chance that,

despite what happened, you might still care

about trying to prevent people from dying.

I don’t know what your jail situation is. As a former

cop, I’m assuming you’re segregated. So…

maybe by helping out, that would go a ways to

getting you some better… Uh, I don’t know,

accommodations.

Hank Voight: Then this conversation becomes about favours.

Gabby Dawson: [sighs] Okay.

Hank Voight: Okay what?

Gabby Dawson: Okay, you help me, I’ll help you.

Hank Voight: You’re gonna wanna talk to a guy named T.T.

He operates out of a two-story on the corner of 27th

and State. And I wouldn’t advise you come knocking

for him on your own.

Gabby Dawson: Well, I can take care of myself.

Hank Voight: Fine. Just tell him Voight sent you. You’re looking for

someone to testify about the Red Hooks. That’s the

gang your brother was trying to take down. T.T. owes

me. And he’s motivated because the Red Hooks are

trying to move in on his actions.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, okay. All right, got it. T.T. Got it.

Hank Voight: I’ll be seeing you around.

Gabby Dawson: Thanks for your help.

cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: I don’t get this inspector, man. This bar’s been here

for 30 years. The old man said he never had a

problem.

Christopher Herrmann: Shut up.

So how’s it looking?

Man 4 (Inspector): Unfortunately, we have issues. Main one being

the layout. Your kitchen and bar area are too

close together.

Christopher Herrmann: Mr. Stephanidies said that you’ve always

approved it.

Man 4 (Inspector): Ah, well, see, that’s a different situation.

Mr Stephanidies and I had an understanding.

Otis Zvonecek: Huh, okay. Let me handle this

[clears throat]

Man 4 (Inspector): [laughs] Oh God.

cutscene

Leslie Shay: What are you, posing for a calendar?

Kelly Severide: It’s called a football hold.

Leslie Shay: Oh… [laughs]

[baby coos]

Leslie Shay: Thank God he looks like Clarice.

[sighs] Was he crying?

Kelly Severide: No. Not too bad.

Leslie Shay: I must have been out like a light. I’m so sorry.

Kelly Severide: No, it’s fine. Really. I don’t mind.

Leslie Shay: [yawns]

Kelly Severide: Hey, this attorney you guys got…

Leslie Shay: Mmhmm?

Kelly Severide: Do you think he can locate people?

Leslie Shay: Like?

Kelly Severide: Like Renee… Whaley?

Leslie Shay: Really?

Kelly Severide: No, it’s not like that. Eric came to me, asking if I

could reach out. I guess they’ve all tried and

failed. He gave me a cell number. I left a

message, but… maybe if I just showed up

and… and… I don’t even know why I’m talking

about this.

Leslie Shay: You’re talking about it ‘cause it might help.

Kelly Severide: What would I gain from this? Nothing.

What?

Leslie Shay: I mean… today at the hospital, you reached out to

some father you’ve never met, but, uh, you don’t

wanna try and help out someone you almost

married?

cutscene

[keys jiggling]

[door opens and closes]

Gabby Dawson: Uh, my name’s Gabriela. I’m-I’m looking for T.T.

[gasps]

[gun cocks]

Gabby Dawson: [whimpers]

Man 5 (T.T.): Why you asking around about me, bitch?

Gabby Dawson: [whimpers]

Voight. Detective Voight. He told me to come see

you.

Man 5 (T.T.): You a cop?

Gabby Dawson: [whimpers] I’m Gabriela Dawson, Firehouse 51.

I need your help.

My brother’s a cop, and he was shot last night.

Girls are dying from bad dope. You know this

because they’re trying to move in on you.

Voight told me that you can get somebody to

testify against the Red Hooks.

[gun cocks]

Man 5 (T.T.): You come around her again…

Gabby Dawson: [whimpers]

Man 5 (T.T.): I’mma blow your head clean off.

Do you understand me?

Gabby Dawson: [whimpers]

[footsteps departing]

[door shuts]

Gabby Dawson: [gasps]

[pants]

cutscene

[engine revving]

[techno music playing]

[low chatter]

Kelly Severide: Renee.

Lady 1 (Renee Whaley): I will be right back.

Kelly Severide.

Kelly Severide: Good seeing you. How you doing?

Lady 1 (Renee Whaley): What brings you? Or is this just one hell of

an awkward coincidence?

Kelly Severide: No, um… I’m working with Eric at the same house,

51.

Lady 1 (Renee Whaley): Oh?

Kelly Severide: And he asked if I’d come…

Lady 1 (Renee Whaley): I’m doing fine.

Is that what you came to find out?

Kelly Severide: I guess so, yeah.

Lady 1 (Renee Whaley): Well your question’s been answered then.

Thanks for your concern.

cutscene

[door closes]

Chief Boden: This is probably gonna come as a surprise to you.

Jail visitation logs are monitored. Certainly those

concerning dirty ex-cops.

I got a call. Several, in fact. What’s my response

gonna be, Gabby?

Gabby Dawson: [sighs] I went there to see if Voight would provide

any help with the Antonio thing.

Chief Boden: Gabby.

[sighs] I can’t do anything about what you do off shift,

so I will save my breath.

I will give you a bit of advice. The news on this is

gonna travel fast. Sure as hell got to me quick. So

you may wanna bring in a certain someone from

this house before it gets on the grapevine and he

forms his own opinion.

Gabby Dawson: They tried to kill Antonio, and for all I know, they

may still wanna finish the job. Plus all those

OD’s…

Matt Casey: Voight tried to take me out! He’s a liar and a crook!

Gabby Dawson: I know. But sometimes you gotta, you know…

dance with the devil.

Matt Casey: Really? Is that the way it works?

Gabby Dawson: [sighs] Casey, I didn’t feel like I had any other

choice. I’m sorry.

Matt Casey: Hey, just do what you need to do, okay? I hope it

works out.

[door shuts]

Gabby Dawson: [kicks chair]

cutscene

Kelly Severide: Hey, Eric.

Eric Whaley: Kelly.

Kelly Severide: So, um, I-I saw Renee.

Eric Whaley: You’re kidding.

Kelly Severide: No.

Eric Whaley: [chuckles] That’s great.

Or was it?

Kelly Severide: Yeah. No she’s… she’s doing fine.

Eric Whaley: Where’d you find her?

Kelly Severide: This bar she works at.

Eric Whaley: Cocktail waitress?

Kelly Severide: Basically, yeah.

Eric Whaley: She good? She happy?

Kelly Severide: Yeah, she seems happy.

Eric Whaley: Thanks.

Kelly Severide: Mmhmm.

Eric Whaley: Hopefully I’ll hear from her.

Kelly Severide: Hope so.

cutscene

Christopher Herrmann: Big day. We just heard the news.

Man 4 (Inspector): Congratulations.

Otis Zvonecek: I think a toast is in order here, huh? This is vodka

my parents brought back straight from the

homeland. Now, Herrmann and I are on duty, so

we can’t imbibe, but don’t let that stop you.

Nazdarovya.

Man 4 (Inspector): Um… I’ll pass.

If you just, uh, sign where the “X’s” are, and

you’ll be all set.

I want to apologise for any misunderstanding.

I’ll get these into the system right away, and

you’ll get your fully executed copies in the

mail shortly.

Man 3 (Arthur): I was thinking about our first conversation about

what it is I bring to the table. I bring a lot of

intangibles, I think they call it. In fact, I’d say I

bring 25% worth.

Ah.

cutscene

Peter Mills: You gotta stop this now. You wanna get shot too?

Just… let the investigation play itself out.

Gabby Dawson: I think I just ruined a friendship.

Peter Mills: With who?

[station alert buzzes & blares]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Battalion 25…

[kissing sound]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61. House collapse, 1600 block,

North Poplar.

[sirens blares]

Lady 2: The ceiling fell in! It sounded like thunder.

Matt Casey: We’ll take a look. Just stay back.

Lady 2: Our upstairs neighbour, he’s a crazy hoarder. Keeps all

these magazines and newspapers. We could hear the

floor creaking for months.

Christopher Herrmann: Have you seen him?

Chief Boden: Ma’am will you move to the corner? This building is

compromised. Everybody proceed with caution.

Matt Casey: Main level collapsed into the basement. Can’t get in

from here. Where’s the entrance to the basement?

Lady 2: The door’s open. Oh my God. My daughter goes down there

with her boyfriend sometimes.

Chief Boden: Okay, we’re going in. Truck, Squad, get all the airbags

and cribbing we have. Get it out here now.

[indistinct chatter]

[wood creaking loudly]

Chief Boden: We need to create a tunnel using airbags and

cribbing. We’ll slide ‘em in one by one, and then we’ll

use the cribbing as support. Severide, you’re in front.

Call out the line.

Kelly Severide: All right, Casey, Herrmann, Capp, Cruz, Hadley,

Mills, you guys are with me. The rest of you guys,

up to feed the line. Let’s go.

[loud creaking & cracking]

Kelly Severide: More cribbing.

Capp: Cribbing.

Kelly Severide: All right, up on yellow.

[motor humming, wood creaking & cracking]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Matt Casey: Send the Stokes basket down the tunnel.

Christopher Herrmann: Stokes basket.

Matt Casey: You guys okay?

Teen Boy: Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

Lady 2: Oh baby. Oh my baby.

Christopher Herrmann: There you go. She’s okay, mom. Got

banged around a little.

cutscene

Chief Boden: There’s a young woman in the briefing room. Says she

wants to talk to you.

Young Woman (Rose): You Gabriela?

Gabby Dawson: I am.

Young Woman (Rose): T.T. told me to come here.

[dramatic music]

Gabby Dawson: I’m glad you did.

Young Woman (Rose): And I can trust you?

Gabby Dawson: You can.

Young Woman (Rose): ‘Cause I’m not playing around. All right, if

I’m gonna help, I need assurances. I need

out of town for my testimony. They’ll kill me

in a second if they knew I was here.

Gabby Dawson: Whatever you need, it’ll be taken care of. You have

my word.

What do you know?

Young Woman (Rose): Everything.

cutscene

[locker opens]

[pills rattling]

[locker door shuts]

cutscene

[low conversation]

Man 3 (Arthur): Hey partner.

Christopher Herrmann: Arthur… I wanna come clean with you.

[metal clanging]

Christopher Herrmann: All right, the thing is, I got a checkered

history in terms of business investments.

Some people, they hoard broken junk.

Well, I hoard broken opportunities. My

point is is that I’m really looking forward

to owning this bar. It’s an investment

opportunity that I truly believe is gonna

work.

Man 3 (Arthur): So what’s the problem?

Christopher Herrmann: You’re the problem. You’re a bully.

You use threats and violence to intimidate

people, so if you wanna have at it and

smash up my legs just like you did that

poor bastard inspector, then have at it.

I mean it.

Man 3 (Arthur): Is that right?

Christopher Herrmann: I’m a firefighter, Arthur.

I see a lot of things that, believe me, you

don’t wanna see. I don’t get squeamish.

Instead of 25%, you get 1. 1% of what I

foresee as being pretty solid profits. All

for doing nothing but walking away from

our bar and staying away.

Man 3 (Arthur): I’ll expect my 1% monthly.

[boot closes]

cutscene

Kelly Severide: Any word back yet from Daniel on the 50/50 offer?

Clarice: Mm, no, not yet.

Leslie Shay: Oh, he’ll take it. It’s the best deal he’s gonna get, and

he knows it.

Clarice: [sighs]

Well, Wesley is gonna have a good man in his life,

regardless.

Kelly Severide: That’s nice of you to say.

All right, well, there you have it. I can keep it in my

room until you’re ready to swap it out.

[phone rings]

Kelly Severide: Eric.

Eric Whaley: You sure Renee seemed okay when you talked to her?

Kelly Severide: Yeah. Why?

Eric Whaley: I just got a call from the hospital. She took a bunch of

pills.

cutscene

Antonio Dawson: I told you not to go Gabby on this.

[kissing sound]

Gabby Dawson: I know you did.

Antonio Dawson: Captain just told me your girl gave a full

statement, including the identity of the shooter.

Gabby Dawson: This ends it, right?

Antonio Dawson: Well, it should. But what did you promise Voight?

Gabby Dawson: Uh, I told him I’d return the favour. Whatever that

means.

Antonio Dawson: You’re in bed with this guy now, Gabby.

Gabby Dawson: Hey. Someone tried to kill my brother.

If you mess with my family, you mess with me.

I don’t regret what I did.

Antonio Dawson: I love you. And I’m proud to be your brother.

cutscene

[phone rings]

[phone beeps]

[door closes]

Nancy Casey: I’m so sorry, Matt. Ron and I just kinda lost track of

time, and something happened with his car. I don’t

know, it had something to do with the clutch. And it

broke down on us right on the Eisenhower, of course.

We had to call the tow truck, go to the service centre.

D-Do-Do you want me to get the driver’s card and…

or-or the receipt?

Matt Casey: Yeah. Get ‘em for me.

Nancy Casey: I don’t know why I even bother.

Matt Casey: You got two weeks to find a new place.

Nancy Casey: What? Where am I gonna live? Where am I gonna

go?

Matt Casey: I don’t know.

You got two weeks to figure it out.

Nancy Casey: He chipped away at me, you know?

[keys clatter]

Nancy Casey: Every day. Your father.

He convinced me that, not only wasn’t I a worthy

mother, I wasn’t even a worthy person. I believed

him.

Then he started to do it to you. Every day another

sidelong comment, another criticism. You

remember it. I know you do. You started to

internalise it, and my worst fear was coming

true… that he was gonna do to you what he did to

me. So that night he called, we argued… and he

said something about you. Something… so cruel.

And I snapped. And I went, and I got the gun out

of the box that he kept in the closet. And I took

the house key that you left out. And I drove

across town. And I shot him.

Just to shut him up. Just to never hear those words

coming out of his mouth again.

I know what you’re thinking. I know what you

thought. But I know you, Matthew. You don’t have

that kind of anger inside of you, that ability to

completely lose control.

You’re not me.

And I think that’s what you really wanted to know.

- end -

Definitions:

Axillary artery = Is a large blood vessel that conveys oxygenated blood to the lateral aspect of the thorax, the axilla (armpit) and the upper limb.

OR = Operating Room

Cagey = Secretive; guarded. Reluctant to give information owing to caution or suspicion.

Vice = Police division whose focus is stopping public-order crimes like gambling, narcotics, prostitution, and illegal sales of alcohol.

Epinephrine = Adrenaline, also known as epinephrine, is a hormone and medication. Adrenaline is normally produced both by the adrenal glands and by a small number of neurons in the medulla oblongata (long stem-like structure which makes up the lower part of the brainstem), where it acts as a neurotransmitter involved in regulating visceral functions (e.g. functions)

Imbibe = Drink alcohol

Cribbing = Temporary wooden structure used to support heavy objects during construction, relocation, vehicle extrication and urban search and rescue.

Eisenhower = Interstate 290 (I-290) is an auxiliary Interstate Highway that runs westwards from the Chicago Loop. The portion of I-290 and I-294 to its east end is officially called the Dwight D. Eisenhower Expressway. In short form, it is known as “the Ike” or the Eisenhower.

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Fallen From Grace

A/N: Hi this is my first time writing anything like a/b/o dynamic stuff, so be kind, I’ve been reading a lot lately and I’m quite liking it. I’m hoping to make this a series, just gonna test the waters and see how this goes.

Series Summary: Before the incident she was one of the most powerful Alphas on the Avengers team; admired, idolised and possibly feared, nothing could stand in her way. However, after a mission goes terribly wrong, and she is brutally attacked, the injuries she sustains take all of her Alpha strength, reducing her status to a weakened Omega. By the way of nature, the team can’t help but treat her in a completely new way. Especially her two closets friends, who now see her in a whole new light.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Warning: a/b/o dynamics (and the fun stuff that comes with that!), strong language, sexual content (smut is coming much later, and there will be added warnings on those chapters), fluff, angst, manipulation, corporal punishment (18+ only readers)

Part One// Part Two// Part Three// Part Four// Part Five// Part Six//

Part Seven// Part Eight//

Part Nine: The Space Between Us

Chapter Warning: Strong Language

Word Count: 2.6K

Clutching you close, Wanda helped Sam guide you to the Med-Wing, Peter following like a lost puppy. You were still whimpering, as the cut on your hand continued to soak through the patchwork bandage Sam had tried to create with the kitchen roll Peter had handed him earlier.

Stepping out of the elevator you were greeted by a sheepish looking Bruce, you had no doubt, he had probably watched the whole thing on the surveillance cameras. He took you to the Observation Room, or Obs Room, as he called it. Peter stood in the door, whilst Sam and Wanda sat either side of you on the narrow bed.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” he said sincerely, taking over from Sam, who had been putting pressure on your hand. You whimpered at the force, but shook your head.

“It’s not your fault. Alphas can be hot-headed. I’d know that better than anyone.” you jest, but Bruce can see that referring to your past hurt.

“Natasha was out of line. What she said...uncalled for.” he rolls in lips inward, as he shakes his head, clearly embarrassed by his Alpha’s actions. He begins to lightly dab at the cut, you wince and grab hold of Sam’s hand, he kindly lets you take, giving you a quick squeeze for reassurance.

“I shouldn't have spoken to you like that...either of you,” you turned to look at Wanda, who just strokes your hair, and gives you an empathetic smile, “I was the one in the wrong.”

“No Y/N. You weren't,” Wanda dismisses your self-blame, “after our fight, I was angry with you-”

“And you had every right to be...Vision as well. What I said to you was cruel and unfair.” you reasoned, you gasp slightly when Bruce starts to sterilise the wound, a quiet ‘sorry’ follows.

“No Y/N,” Wanda says a bit more forcefully, “I was angry with you, then Vis explained to me how you must have been feeling...the fear you must have felt...your entire life had just changed in the space of a few weeks. He told me how he felt; as an Alpha. And how being an Alpha wasn't all about being in control of an Omega and of others, who were below you. But it’s also about your own independence, as an Alpha you called the shots, you were in charge of your own fate...and that had suddenly been ripped away from you, your right to choose was pulled out from under you. Vis helped me to see that...he wasn't angry with you. He understood you, when I couldn't...and I’m so sorry.”

Wanda’s eyes shined with tears, and her voice shook as she finished her apology. You had never felt more understood. You and Wanda share a tender look between each other, a sense of relief washing over you, your friendship repaired.

“I’m sorry too.”

“Well this is nice.” you laugh and shake your head at Wanda, who does the same, before you both turn to see, Peter scratching his head, and looking around the room awkwardly. Sam rolls his eyes at his childishness, but you catch the small grin, that briefly flashes across his face.

“Pete, why don't you go to the vending machine down the hall. I imagine Y/N blood sugar is running a little low.” Bruce says giving the young Omega a task was likely to help keep him out of anyones way.

“Anything in particular, Dr Banner?” Peter asks, so desperate to get it right.

“I don't know Pete, why don't you ask Y/N, what she might like.”

“Y/N, what would you like chocolate, chips, candy-what would you like, anything pick, anything.” Peter starts to ramble, and you can’t help but smile in adoration.

“I’m good with anything Petey, get whatever you feel like, just not chips, remember it has to have sugar.”

“Right, right, sugar its got to have sugar...” he leaves , mumbling the word ‘sugar’ over and over.

“Bless him.” you turning back to the adults in the room.

“I can’t believe Tony lets that kid on the battlefield, sometimes.” you giggle at Sam’s playful jibe, but it’s cut short by a faint knock on the door, and two familiar scents wharfed up your nose.

You look, unsurprised to see Steve and Bucky stood in the doorway, timidly; Bucky’s head is hung low, and he can’t look you in the eye.

“Hello.” you broke the air of silence, Steve gave you a small smile, whilst Wanda was staring daggers into the pair of them, but you placed a comforting hand on her wrist.

“Right that’s you all cleaned up. Not too bad, if I say so myself.” Bruce says, hands on his hips, as he admires the neat bandage he had wrapped your hand in, completely ignoring the standoff that he is stood right in the middle of. “It shouldn't scar, I didn't have to stitch it. It’ll most likely be gone in a few days.”

You’re relieved to hear that you won't be adding to your collecting of scrapes, and scabs today.

“Thank you Bruce.” you say, pulling your wrist securely into your lap.

“No problem. Do you want me to take a look at your other cut?” he motioned towards, your abdomen, and you nodded.

“Okay, we’re gonna need some privacy.” Bruce says, as he changes his gloves and pulling a privacy screen towards the bed.

Wanda and Sam jump off the bed, Sam heads for the door, Steve and Bucky move to the side so that he and Wanda could leave, Wanda closely follows behind Sam, but she stops just before stepping outside the door.

“If either of you hurt her, Omega or not, I will make sure you suffer. Do you understand me?” she doesn’t stop the red that flashes in her eyes. The Alphas know she has the power to destroy them, and nod their heads accordingly.

She walks away her eyes, never leaving them, as she watches them over her shoulder, before they disappear into the Obs Room.

“She’s a little intense.” Bucky tries to joke.

“So are you.” you retort, eyes not meeting his, as you sit back on the bed. Bruce quickly excuses himself, feigning he has to go and get somethings, before practically sprinting out the room.

Steve and Bucky walk towards the bed, Steve grabs the privacy curtain, and pulls it so it is concealing you all from the view of the nurses station, just outside the door.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry. I just saw red-.”

“And if I had seen red,” you cut him off, “if I had seen red, and thrown that knife that was in my hand. If it had been me turning the table over, sending glass and food everywhere. If I was the one pinning another Alpha against a wall. What would have happened to me? Would I have been punished?” you ask, glaring at them.

They look at you, like school boys being scolded by the principle. You can’t help but be angry with them, you were right. If you had been the one to cause a scene like Bucky had done, and you had done on many occasions. Often you and Natasha’s training sessions would get a little out of hand, and it would result in you being pried apart. However, as Alphas it would just be seen as roughhousing nothing serious, but now in your new status as an Omega, you would be severally punished.

“We would have understood, baby.” Steve says, but the anger in you spikes again.

“Would you though, really, you would have understood. I wouldn't have been punished at all?” you raise an eyebrow, and the two sigh out in defeat.

Bucky walks over to you, and you turn away facing the wall.

“Baby, look at me,” his voice cracks, and you almost cave, but something in you keeps your head turned, “please look at me.”

You turn your face even further to the other side, and Bucky gives up, and grasps your un-bandaged hand, you try to pull away, but he doesn’t let you, so instead you let him grip your hand, but you don't hold it back.

“Sweetheart, what I did was completely uncalled for, it should never have happened. The only thing going round my head, was the need to protect you. I could tell you were upset, and it was hurting me to see you struggle.”

“Hurting you. Are you fucking kidding me? It was hurting you?”

“Y/N.” Steve warned, but you ignored him, the rage from early began to bubble once again.

“That bitch, was goading me. But you’re the one, who’s feelings were being hurt.” you shake your head in disbelief, “you don't understand what this is like...I. Have. No. Power. Anymore. None. It’s all gone. I now have to spend the rest of my life, sucking up to that Russian whore, because now she out ranks me. So...no do go on, tell me how it hurt you, when she told me that I’m a pathetic excuse for a human.”

The two Alphas stare at you in a stunned silence, and you can’t help but feel a little proud with yourself, but little edges of regret, start to make their way into your brain, when you see the look of hurt on Steve and Bucky’s faces.

“We are sorry Y/N. And we’re sorry we didn’t consider the effect Natasha’s words had on you.” Steve admits, joining Bucky, by your side, “I’ll be completely honest with you, because that is important to us, so that you can trust us, because we want you to trust us Y/N, as your Alphas. But...yes, as your Alphas we would have punished you, if it had been you instead of Bucky that attacked Nat.” you nod, acknowledging that you were now going to listen, and that you appreciated his honesty.

“But you have to understand sweetheart, that Buck did what he did, because he loves you, and he wants to protect you. We both do. Bucky attacked Nat, so that you didn’t, it was his natural instinct to eliminate the threat, and protect you from any consequences.”

“He did a marvellous job of that.” you whipped back, holding up the bandaged hand.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen, honey. I would never want to see you hurt. The thought of me being the cause of your suffering, makes me feel ashamed.” you eyes soften at Bucky’s words, the sincerity of his voice made you feel weak.

All you wanted to do, was wrap your arms around him, but you knew you had to stay strong, you couldn't physically punish him as your Alpha, but that doesn't mean you were going to just forget everything.

A knock at the door, startled all of you, pulling you out of your delicate moment, with your two Alphas.

“Is everything okay in here, can I come in?” Bruce’s voice, becomes coherent from behind the curtain.

“Yeah Bruce, you’re fine.” you say, the two men still too emotionally bruised to speak.

Bruce crept round the corner, tentatively; as he surveyed the scene.

“Am I alright to take a look?”

“Go for it.” you say rolling up your shirt, as the two Alphas stare off into the distance.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The rest of the day, was for the majority uneventful. You decided you needed a break from Steve and Bucky, and instead you were going to spend the rest of the day with Wanda.

It was really nice to just hang with Wanda. When you were an Alpha, Vision would always have to be present; it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, it was just his nature as an Alpha to protect his mate, from any possible threats, and simply being an unmated Alpha was one of them. But as an Omega, it meant you could chill by yourselves without any Alpha interruptions.

You laughed and giggled whilst you watched a few movies, you raided the fridge, as Peter never returned from the vending machine mission, he had been given by Bruce.

As the evening got closer, your fun with Wanda was interrupted, when Vision walked through the walls of the Screening room.

“Wanda, it's time for bed.” He told her softly, picking up some of the empty chip packets and chocolate wrappers, and tossing them in the trash.

“Five more minutes. Please Vis.” she pouted, but he just smirked and shook his head.

“No. Come along now. Miss Y/N will also be going to bed.” he said in his usually polite, English fashion.

“Really, says who?” you sassed.

“Say us.” you turn to the door to see Steve, his arms folded but a warm smile stretched across his face. Bucky stood a little behind him, his face still looked glum, but he managed a small, smile when you turned to them.

“But we don't want to go to bed yet.” You protested, but it fell on deaf ears, when Wanda is reluctantly picked up by Vision, and before she can back your objection, he had phased them through the wall.

“Come on doll, bedtime.” Steve says as he strides over to you, and picks you up in the same fashion as Vision had done with Wanda. You dead weight in his arms, leaning your body backwards and flinging your arms to the side, in revolt. He just flops you back onto his chest, once there; he pins you to him. You sigh out in defeat, as he and Bucky march you back to your now shared bedroom.

~~~~~~~~~~

They get you changed, or Steve does, Bucky is reluctant to touch you, afraid he might her you again. You whimper, pinning for his touch, but you stop yourself, reminding yourself that you were still angry with him.

Steve then laid you down in bed, he crawled in next to you pulling you close. You close your eyes waiting for the bed to dip beside you, but you’re confused, when no such movement occurs.

A few moments pass, and there was still no secondary movement, behind your back. You untangle yourself from Steve’s arms, and sit up, scouting the room for your missing Alpha.

Your heart shatters, when you see Bucky curled up on the couch, with nothing but a thin pillow, and a tattered old blanket. The couch is too small, for him to lay properly, his feet dangle, over the edge.

“What are you doing over there?” Bucky sits up, at the sound of your voice. He gives you a sad smile.

“It’s my punishment honey.” he says, breathing a laugh.

“What is, back problems the rest of your life.” you joke, but he doesn’t laugh back.

“No baby. I don't deserve to touch you, after I hurt you.” Your heart aches, this wasn’t just a punishment for him, this broke your heart watching your Alpha shiver on the couch, so close, yet too far to touch.

“I don't want you over there, Alpha.” you pulled the covers back, running your hand of the sheet below, encouragingly, “I want you next to me.”

“No sweetheart, this is my punishment.”

“But I’m cold.”

“You have Alpha next to you.” Steve circles his arms back around your waist, and he tries to pull you into his chest, but you’re able to hold your ground. Steve clearly didn’t like this punishment either, as he could have easily overpowered you.

“But I wan-need, both my Alphas.” you plead.

Bucky looks down, battling with everything inside his head, but he still remained on the couch.

“Please Alpha. I’m getting cold.” you shiver for effect, and that finally breaks him, as he stands from the couch, and takes three or four strides towards you, before he practically leaps into bed, pulling you as closely as possible to him.

“Better my little Omega.” he kisses your forehead, softly.

“Much.”

A/N: Aye I did it, didn’t think I was gonna get two parts done today, but whoop whoop! 😆🥳

Part Ten//

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