#NOT immediately test telekinesis by throwing everything?

[hannah-heartstrings]

Apparently if a guard attacks you in the Skingrad Mage's Guild they all gang up on and kill him, which makes me wonder about them, especially since they're the ones who called the guard on me in the first place.

#mage's guild #skingrad #oblivion shenanigans #oblivion #the elder scrolls #what was i supposed to do? #NOT immediately test telekinesis by throwing everything? #tes

[badwolf-winchester]

Ancient Bloodlines

Pairing: Loki x Emy Nightstar (OC)

OC Summary: Emy is the newest Avenger. She specializes in Magic and close range attacks/ weapons. Her heritage is unknown to her as she was left at an orphanage door step when she was a young girl with only the memory of her name. She goes by her nickname Emy but has never told anyone her full name as its a reminder of her being abandoned. Emy can see through any illusion and Magic no matter how powerful they are or how strong the magic is and is unaware of this. Her powers include Telekinesis, Elemental Control, True Sight (as stated above) Enhanced healing and Shifting (she wont discover this till much later in the story). She loves to read, listen to music, play violin, sing, and draw.

Story Info: Takes place after infinity wars. Tony and Natasha are alive Steven comes back from the future after giving back the infinity stones. Vision is alive and living with Wanda in the tower. Thor and Loki live in the tower with the rest of the Avengers and for the sake of the story Himedall is alive and living with the rest of the Asgardians on earth in New Asgard (you will find out why later)

One last thing: Please do not repost my work on any other site or social media, however reblogging on here is fine. I work hard on all of my fanfics and it’s disappointing when people take my work as their own. I am the creater of all my OCs such as Sora Nightstar, Emy Nightstar, and Lithium Nightstar. My inbox is open for any and all requests as i am a multi fandom writer. Let me know how you like the story and i will do my best to answer any and all questions. As always i encourage any and all feedback as it helps with my writing. I hope you all like it!

The Beginning

They say that your parents are there to teach you the rules of the world, but what happens when you have no parents? Who will teach you then? The world is cruel but people are crueler. Ive learned this first hand when the person i trusted most in this world left me on the door step of the St. Trinity’s Orphanage. I was 9 when my mother told me she didn’t want me anymore and i guess I couldn’t really blame her. I mean who could love someone who couldn’t control the powers that grew with each passing year. Someone who started fires out of thin air when they had nightmares, conjured whirlwinds when startled, unfurled earthquakes when angered, spring forth rain showers when sad, and levitate objects when riddled with anxiety. I will never forget that day for its seared into my mind like its own person brand echoing with every beat of my heart. A monster thats what she called me, her own flesh and blood was a monster in her eyes, and i could see the relief when she ran from the solid oak door finally rid of the burden she had to put up with throughout the years. An abomination she cried as she reached the cobblestone sidewalk eager to be rid of me and by the pace she was going at i could tell she had more spring in her step than on the walk over from the bus we exited from. Unnatural she bellowed as she disappeared around the corner a ghost of a smile springing from her lips as she disappeared. These where the last words i would ever hear from my mother, if thats what you would call her.

Emy’s POV

Tonight was just like any other. Crisp cold air submerged the city in a blanket of dark and silence while it settled into your bones. I never minded the cold in fact I welcomed it, it reminded me of the cabin i found one year after running away from one of the many abusive foster homes i was forced to stay with. I’ll admit it was one of the times I was able to avoid the social workers for longer than a week and the happiest I had ever been in my life up until i was captured by Hydra. When I had a flair up with my powers, which usually ended up being fire, i would immediately get sent back to St. Trinity’s but this time i ran before they had the chance to toss me aside. The staff there used to place bets on how long i would stay with a family, they would joke saying i was cursed or jinxed but i knew the truth, no one wanted me. Once the parents found out about my abilities I was sent packing. I was labeled as a flight risk and a danger to others which only deepened my anti socialism.

Walking through the streets of New York i pull my dark purple jacket on and my dark brown hair in a pony tail as I get closer to my destination. Because i don’t feel the effects of the cold weather Tony, being such the dad figure he is, has made it his priority to make sure i still wear one just incase so here i was walking home in black ripped up jeans, a black v neck T-shirt, black and purple checkered vans and a light weight dark purple jacket. With my headphones in my ears and “I like it heavy” by Halestorm blasting I make my way to the place i call home, Stark Tower. Walking through the front doors i make my way past the receptionist who always greets me with a bright smile. As I walk towards the elevator I give her a small smile back and a head nod. After entering the elevator and pressing the button for the penthouse I start to reflect on how i got here.

By the time i was 15 Hydra found me in that cabin and took me away. I went from hopping from family to family to being used as a science experiment, constantly being poked and prodded just so they could get a reaction out of me. As a child my powers where very unstable mostly flaring up with my emotions, its no wonder that Hydra caught wind of me its not like i was hiding it very well or more so that i couldn’t hide it. They tried to wipe my memory to gain control of me “a blank slate” is what they wanted, but for some reason, they failed as I wasn’t susceptible to their conditioning methods no matter how much time i spent in the chair. However, I could tell they were scared of me I could see it in their eyes. This didn’t last long though as they used what they called their perfect weapon code name Winter Soldier to beat me into submission. After that first meeting that left me with a broken arm and a fractured ankle i started to obey, since then Ive met the Soldier a couple of times but if he remembers me he dosent let on and I dont blame him, he has been in that chair so many times Im genuinely surprised he can even remember how to walk. He is stronger than the others as most of the other test subjects had turned to vegetables after the 4th mind wipe, he was on his 10th the last time i saw him with Hydra.

Another test was done on me and this one was different. They used a teseract? If thats what they called it I can’t be sure nor did I care all I could feel was pain like as if someone injected lava in my veins. After they injected me I started screaming after a while I couldn’t even hear myself anymore, my throat was so sore and horse from the constant roar of my agony I just wanted it to end. How long was I out for? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? Years? They didn’t keep clocks there or at least not in the dungeon like cell they had me in. When the fire faded i was left with this numbness and after further tests I realized that I was immune to fire. I can literally stick my hand in fire and i will be left untouched and unscorched. They did the same test with freezing temperatures to see if they could subdue me at least in some way. I must have been out longer than just a couple of days as during the tests i didn’t recognize any of the Doctors. In that moment I realized something, if they were trying to contain me then something must have happened to the soldier. It was time to plan my escape.

Back in my cell i could hear footsteps approaching me and then stop short. One of the scientists frantically trying to talk some sense into someone just out of my line of sight. “She is immune to anything we throw at her sir. We have done every test we could there is nothing left for us to do.” One of the goons in a lab coat stated to what i assumed is a higher up. “Bolden If her powers keep growing at the rate they are it could be days in which she will be unstoppable and with the soldier gone we dont have anything that can keep her in line. She broke Mandy and Rays arms the last time we tested her. She is getting too strong.” Brining a hand up to his chin the higher up Bolden stepped out of the shadows and looked at me with deep interest before he turned to looked at the man and scoffed. As he walked away i felt a cold chill ran down my back as I anticipated what was to become of me; I knew it was nothing good i had already broken their rules. His next words only confirmed what I feared. “ Its simple. Break her spirit or kill her Doctor. And when i say break her i mean in anyway means necessary.” His sadistic laugh is the last thing i remember before everything went black.

Its been 2 years since i have escaped and now I’m living in the avengers tower. I don’t remember what happened after that night in my cell its all a blur of red, screams, and gunshots. When i woke up next i was in a 6ft crater where I was being held captive without a scratch on me. Trees were uprooted and fallen over as if a bomb went off. Luckily the Avengers showed up not long after me waking up and took me to their base where i met Directer Fury. With his permission and 24/7 surveillance provided by Tony Stark via FRIDAY and training sessions to get my powers under control i was allowed to join the Avengers and fight for good. Little did i know that by agreeing to this I would end up in the path of a certain God or Gods who were also taking residence at the tower.

With the sound of a *ding* the elevator shook me out of my mind and back to the present. As i exited the elevator I pulled my head phones out of my ears and was instantly met with the sound of Tony losing his mind. “Where did she go? She knows she can’t be out this late. She could be taken again! Its 5 minutes past her curfew!” Rolling my eyes I roll my headphones up and shove them in my pocket and round the corner. “Tony it takes 5 minutes to get from the lobby to the penthouse calm down. I bet she will walk through that door anytime now.” Came the sweet voice of reason of none other than Pepper Potts. “I’m Home.” I said in a deadpan voice as i walked by the couple only for Tony to stand up and intercept me by placing a hand on my upper arm. “Where did you go and why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?” I looked at him and raised an eyebrow pushing his hand off me. “Tony its Wednesday. I have training with Strange on Wednesdays and I had Friday alert you as I was leaving but you were in the lab with Bruce.” Not sure what to say next Tony mumbled a small apology. “Sorry I was just worried about you. I know you are grown enough to make your own choices as you are 25 but I just want to make sure you are safe. How was the training with The Wizard?” Sighing and shaking my head just wanting to go the library and read I decided to just let it go. “Strange is a hard ass that much you already know. It wasnt bad actually I think I’m warming up to him. I didn’t spontaneously throw him to the wall when he snuck up behind me as i was going over the ancient texts so i call that improvement.” I said sheepishly while side stepping around him. “I’m gonna go to the library now and grab some light reading before bed you guys have a good night.” With out waiting for a response I quickly made my way towards my new destination only to have Tony saying something about guests in the house but I ignored him.

Pushing open the library door I make my way to the poetry section to grab my usual copy of Edgar Allen Poe that I read before bed. As my had reached for the spot i knew i put the book in i find that its not there. “Wait what? Where is my book? I know I put it back here before I left for training so where did it go?” Frustrated I stomp back over to the entrance and rip open the door ready to go on a murder spree while shouting down the hallway. “CLINT! You better give me back my night time book or I’m breaking all your arrows again! No one reads in this tower but me! How stupid do you think I am!?” Straining my ears I listen for any type of movement but was met with dead silence. After a minute I finally hear movement through the vents coming from the west part of the tower and I take off sprinting. Sliding around a corner I barely miss colliding with Steve and Bucky who look like they were on their way back from a mission. Offering a quick apology before I continue my pursuit I hear Steve yell “Hey! No running in the tower!” Not faltering in my hot pursuit of the Hawk thief I continue to zip through the tower ignoring the Captains words until i was almost to the vent that lead to the 2 level family room. Using the railing for the steps leading down to the family area to give me more height i jumped as close to the vent as possible and conjured my signature Scythe to slice through it while twisting in the air kicking the vent free and off its track. A shocked and terrified scream resonates from the vent as the culprit falls to the ground with a thud and a grunt. I landed in a crouched position and slowly straightened to my full hight. “What the hell Emy?! When did you learn to do that?!” Clint yells as he sits up rubbing his left shoulder that he landed on. I started stalking towards him with the blade of my scythe scrapping across the ground as i went while giving him a death glare. “Give me back my book Barton.” At the mention of his last name his head snapped up to me fear replacing the pain from his fall. “Oh shit last name not good.” Scrambling up on his feet he turns and runs towards the common room that connects to the elevator with me hot on his tail and my scythe trailing behind me in my right hand.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!!” He yells as he makes it fully to the room only to fling forward as i jump and kick his back tired of all the running. Twirling my weapon around I place it at his neck sneering at him. “I will not ask you again.” I said placing pressure on his neck with my blade. Sensing a fast moving object coming from my left from the kitchen I move my head back 3 inches as what looked like a hammer flew by me embedding itself in the wall. Turning my head slowly in the direction of the flying object, I confirmed it was indeed a hammer that was thrown at me. Irritation flared through me as i released Clint from the end of my scythe and turned fully to the kitchen to face my attacker. There stood 2 men that i did not recognize, one tall oak of a man with blond short hair, blue eyes and tan skin in blue jeans, a red T-shirt ,and grey jacket. the other shorter man made me stare at him and faultier for a second as he was so different from anyone i have ever seen, dark blue skin covered his entire body with darker almost black symbols and piercing red eyes, long black hair with black jeans, a green dress shirt and black jacket. Tearing my gaze away from his own curious one i looked between both men before i clenched my jaw letting my irritation settle back in. “Which one of you threw that hammer.” I said venom dripping with every word. “Whoa its ok Emy thats just Thor and Loki they are the asgardian Gods that live here in the tower part time when they are not in Norway.” Clint said standing up quickly. Not moving from my position i narrowed my eyes and flicked them over in Clint’s direction. The ground started to shake as my irritation and annoyance grew to anger remembering what i was doing before being interrupted by the Gods. Throwing his hands up in surrender he then quickly reached into his back pocket and retrieved my book. “Ok ok dont blow a fuse Em.” He said while tossing me my possession stopping me from causing an earthquake. Catching it in the air with my left had I inspected the book to make sure it wasn’t damaged before I let go of my scythe, with a wave of my hand it disappeared back to the pocket dimension I keep it in then looked back at Clint as the tremors stopped. “Touch my things again and i will be wearing your guts like my mom’s pashmina.” I said to the thief before walking out of the room and disappeared down the hallway not giving the Gods a second glance. As I entered my room i could hear a silky voice ring out from the kitchen. “Well isnt she interesting.”

Part 2 coming soon

@nickkie1129

#loki x y/n #loki odinson #loki series #loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki (marvel) #loki laufeyson #marvel #avengers x reader #the avengers #clint barton #tony stark #doctor strange #thor odinson #steve rogers #bucky barns #pepper potts

[cuddly-dean-baby]

Really?!

Pairing: Loki x GN!Reader Summary: Loki turns himself into a baby and you take care of him before he turns back to his normal self and tells you it was a joke

You place your favourite book on the couch next to you as your phone had started to ring and disturb me. Before you could get a word out, Tony’s voice cuts you off by saying, “You need to come down to my garage where my cars and suits are.” The call ends after he said those those. You sigh, going down to where he is.

“What?” Leaning against the door-frame, you have your arms crossed over your chest. You watch Tony turn around with what seems a baby in his arms. He walks over and places it in your arms. “Why am I holding him?”

“’Cause he’s your boyfriend.” Tony goes back to work on some screens in front of him. 

Taking a look down at the baby in your arms, you say his name to have him perk his head up and his green eyes stare up at you in awe. Shaking your head with a smile and walking back to the couch, you see Loki having a smile and still looking at you in awe.

Settling back on the couch, Loki in your lap, you continue to read your book. 

You had started to feel something was off, so you put your book back down to see Loki playing with a knife. “Why the fuck?” you mutter to yourself, taking the knife out of his hands. 

You use your power (telekinesis) to put the knife on top of the coffee table in front of me. Loki then started to whine, wanting your attention.

“What? Do you want my attention or food?” He smiles at both.

You walk out of the Tower with him still in your arms.

He had started to wiggle in your arms. “Stop moving or you can feed yourself and I won’t be giving you attention.” Immediately, he stops what he’s doing.

Once at the grocery store, he was placed in the seat of the trolley and got pushed around.

A disgusted face is presented on his face at the sight of the baby food. Even in his adult food, he couldn’t see how babies like the food that’s made for them.

He watches you grab some packets of mashed foods and throw them over him and land in back.

You felt Loki playing your hands, one of the things he loved to do in the most random times.

You’re in a different aisle when a couple was watching you interact with your baby of a boyfriend. “I don’t know what’s kinda worse. You being a baby or a grown up?” He began to babble. You smile, pecking his forehead. He giggles at the affection.

“Aw, what a cutie. Mama’s so lucky.” the woman had said, looking at Loki in adoration. Her partner agrees.

“Uh, yeah, I am.” you awkwardly smile at the couple. Quickly thanking them and bidding them a good day, you go off to the counter.

Waiting in line, you watch Loki stare off into the distance. You take a look at where he’s looking, seeing that he’s eyeing up a wolf plush. “No, we got the things we need for you.”

Tears had flowed his chubby cheeks, making you sigh and bow your head. “Okay, you win.” You jog to the grab the plush and back to give it to the baby, who giggles and hugs it to his chest.

After paying for the things and out of the store you are, a bag is floating next to you since you have your hands filled.

In the Tower, the bags are placed on one side of the bench island and Loki is seated on the other with a bib around his neck. He managed to grab the spoon, baby food rested on top of it. 

“Don’t fling it around.”

After everything is placed on the bench island, you wipe Loki’s mouth as his eyes started to droop with tiredness. Taking off his bib, you scoop him up in your arms, letting his head against your shoulder. The wolf plushie in your free hand.

“Don’t go to sleep just yet. I still need to change your nappy.” 

Placing him down on a blanket, you do what you had said just a moment ago. You cringe at the smell and at what you’re doing.

Once and finally finished, you dressed him up in a green onesie before scooping him back into your arms.

You tiredly walk to your shared room. Gently, you laid down with your baby boyfriend’s head on chest. “You’re pretty chill for a baby.” You take in a moment for what you just said. “No pun intended.” You chuckled tiredly.

You then decide to let sleep take over.

Waking up to a heavier on your body, you slowly open your eyes to see Loki back to his normal, adult size.

Out of instinct, you run your hand through his black strands, it slowly waking him up.

“I have a feeling that you’re not wearing underwear.”

“It seems that you are right, my love.”

“How was it to be a baby? Do you remember anything?” He does a simple nod. “It was good that you can take care of a baby. I’m glad that I turned into one for a little test for you.”

“Really?!”

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[afewmarvelousthoughts]

Only Dancing

Master List: @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin​

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: You don’t expect Bucky to join you for a night out. But who says an old wolf can’t learn new tricks.  (This is in the “Only For A Moment” universe but can be read as a one shot.)

Warnings: Smut, some jealousy, other than that just fluff

A/N: I feel like I should point out that I ship Okoye and M’Baku because she could handle that man. 

Also, this is the last drabble before part 2 starts. So. Many. Feelings. 

(Sorry if you got tagged twice. Apparently the tags didn’t take. Beginning to think that @invisibleanonymousmonsters​ is on to something by not fucking with a tag list because UGH sometimes it’s a pain. Anyway...

TAGS ARE OPEN 🙃

“Poetry,” Nakia says on a sigh as the knives fly back into your waiting palms. “Pure, violent, poetry.” You can’t help but laugh as the small vibranium knives slot themselves back into their holster around your wrist. 

“It’s not all me, Shuri made these magical things.” They really were perfect. Calibrated to return automatically to their holster at the mere whisper of your power. 

They weren’t the only magic Shuri had worked. 

Originally, the thought of letting anyone - even someone like Shuri - run any kind of tests on you was at best terrifying and at worst made you contemplate murder. Now though, you couldn’t be more grateful. 

Your whole life you’d been a mystery to yourself, never really knowing why you were different or really what you were capable of. After Hydra had their hands on you the sense of being a stranger in your own skin had only grown. How could anyone trust themselves when they had no way of knowing their limits or even how their body functioned?

In less than a week Shuri had, for the most part, unraveled the mystery. 

Your power? A genetic anomaly, likely from your father’s side. She was still puzzling over just how that anomaly worked, how it reacted with your brain to produce your telekinesis. What she did figure out was that, as you suspected, the more you used this ability the stronger and more precise it became - with limits.

“Self-preservation will kick in at some point,” she explained when you told her about the times when you’d found your ability overwhelming. “The mind can only handle an influx of so much information at a time before it overloads.”

What Hydra had done? A bastard version of what kept Steve and Bucky spry even at 100 years old. 

“The cellular regeneration is a bit slower, and it doesn’t seem to have done as much in terms of strengthening the proteins in your body,” she said. You’d stared at her blankly. “Basically,” she sighed, “you’re a really good fake to Rogers’ and Barnes’ name brand. Almost as good but your strap may break sooner than theirs.” 

Once she knew how you ticked she immediately began crafting weapons unique to your abilities, like the knives - which she called Panther Teeth, fairly accurate considering they were terrifyingly sharp and small enough that they were almost unassuming. 

As you weren’t an official member of the Dora Milaje you didn’t get the spear they carried, instead, Shuri made you twin short spears that hung at your side. They fired similarly to their full-size cousins but at a more rapid pace and shorter burst since your power could balance any recoil. 

The best by far was the vambraces that fit around your forearms. Similar to T’Challa’s suit they absorbed kinetic energy in a fight but when paired with your power they could release that energy in more focused blasts, form a shield, or even send out a powerful wave of force. 

All of Shuri’s amazing creations paired with your own growing strength made you feel like someone to be reckoned with, someone who could protect who and what she loved no matter the threat. You’d never known freedom like this. 

“So, did you convince him to come tonight?” You ask Nakia as you unfasten the holsters from your wrists. 

“Pff,” she scoffs. “A king can’t just go out whenever he wants.” She says in a pretty perfect imitation of T’Challa. 

You laugh, “A king is still mad you declined his proposal.”

“I didn’t decline necessarily,” she says, slipping free of her training gear. “I just told him I wasn’t ready to be queen.”

“Can’t say I blame you.” The two of you settle into the steam room, your tired muscles already singing in the relaxing heat. 

“What about you?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you sell that wolf of yours on making a public appearance?”

You give her a sideways glance, “What do you think?” 

“I think Okoye owes me money,” Nakia says with a grin.

“What?! She actually bet that he’d come?”

“She did,” Okoye says stepping in the room to join you both. 

“Time to pay up general!” Nakia goads. 

“Not just yet,” a sly smile curls Okoye’s lips. “I have a plan.”

-

“How do you even know they’re both going to be at the farm?” You ask as the hovercraft sails in the direction of your home. 

“I know everything,” Okoye responds. 

“Not true,” Nakia quips. Okoye throws her a glare. 

“She’s right. You didn’t know the name of the second Star Wars movie.”

“Those films are not in the right order!”

“You also didn’t know that Shuri was planning to sneak out to Coachella,” Nakia points out. You nod in agreement. 

“Ok, fine,” she concedes with a half-hearted sigh. “M’Baku told me. T’Challa asked if he wanted to join them but-” 

“But that man goes where you lead,” Nakia laughs. 

“Of course he does,” Okoye says. Apparently, the leader of the Jabari had been none too friendly before the attempted usurping. Since then though, he an Okoye had grown rather close, though they refused to make anything official.  

Her plan was a simple one. Since you’d brought your things to get ready at her place in the city there was no obvious reason to go back to the farm for anything unless there was something she or Nakia just desperately wanted to borrow. So, you’d all get ready and take a quick romp to the countryside to grab a necklace or earrings as to tempt your men to join up. 

T’Challa may take the bait but you knew that, even though your ass looked immaculate in these high waist leather shorts, your husband would not be joining you this evening. You shared as much. 

“Alright, $50 he shows,” Okoye bets. 

“Oh, I’ll take that bet,” you shake her offered hand as your house comes into view through the twilight. 

Sure enough, T’Challa and Bucky were sitting by the lake glasses in hand. The two men look back as you all disembark. 

“Two elders enjoying a peaceful evening. It’s so cute,” Nakia jabs. 

“You’re so funny,” T’Challa tosses back, dragging his eyes from her plunging neckline with visible effort and back to the water. 

“Everything ok?” Bucky asks, rising to meet you. Ever the worrier. 

“Yup. Nakia wanted to borrow a necklace is all.” He nods and holds the curtain open for you to go inside.

It’s now that he seems to fully take in your outfit, his eyes growing wide.

The black lace bustier you borrowed from Nakia left little to the imagination but was kept in check by the cropped moto jacket and of course, there were the leather shorts. The whole thing was finished by the heeled Doc Marten’s which you’d nearly wept over when you brought them home from your first trip shopping with Nakia. Being able to build a wardrobe again was an unexpected Wakandan perk.

You fight back a burble of laughter as you watch him swallow hard, averting his eyes from your ample chest. 

Without a glance back at him you head straight to the bedroom to fish out a long chain necklace that would perfectly fit with Nakia’s deep cut neckline - this may have been a last-minute ruse but you had dressed people for a living once, you could amp up your girls look and try to bait your husband into going out with leather booty shorts at the same time. 

When you turn back he’s leaning in the doorway, clearly having been staring at your ass. 

“You look nice,” he says finally meeting your eyes. 

“I look hot,” you counter with a smirk. “There’s a difference.” 

He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. You lean in and plant a kiss on his cheek, your dark red lipstick not leaving a single mark. 

“Have a good night babe,” you toss over your shoulder and head back outside. 

T’Challa is chatting somewhat awkwardly with Nakia as Okoye grins like a Cheshire cat beside them. 

“Got it!” You call to Nakia, holding up the necklace. 

Nakia turns her back to you and you clasp it on. The gold choker adds the right amount of shimmer and the long front piece falls down into the neck of her dress drawing the eye. Perfect. 

“See, it was just what this needed.” 

Nakia grins, “You’re right. Ok, let’s go! Bye boys!” With that, the three of you are back on the hovercraft without another word. 

-

A couple of hours later you push through the bodies on the dance floor to the booth you all claimed. Okoye and M’Baku lounge, sipping their drinks. 

“I think you owe me $50,” you say, finishing your own cocktail - it didn’t do anything much for you but you did like the taste. 

“The night is still young!” Okoye protests. “Did you see what they were wearing? It’s not like they could just roll out like that. Give them time.” 

“I’ll make sure she pays up,” M’Baku says with a wink. 

“Holding you to that!” You yell before heading back to the floor. 

It felt good to have nights like this again - laughter, and friends, and music loud enough to drown every worry. You didn’t even mind the crowd, nor the stranger with his hands on your hips. 

There’s a small ripple through the sea of people and you see T’Challa join Nakia on the floor. Okoye had pulled M’Baku out too, seeing them together her head falls back in a triumphant laugh. You shake your head, smiling, and continue to dance. 

The feeling of someone’s eyes on you sends a tingle up your spine. Methodically you scan the pulsing dark of the club, telling yourself there is no threat despite your mind automatically assuming the worst. 

In a flash of light, you see him on the other side of the floor, just beyond the crowd of bodies moving to the music. His hair hangs loose, a tight black tee strains across his chest, the left arm tucked in neatly, and his hand is shoved in the pocket of a pair of dark slim fit jeans that you’re not sure he owned before tonight. 

You smile, chalking his scowl up to the loud crowded space he finds himself in. With a nod, you step away from the man you’d been dancing with and head for Bucky. When he doesn’t move forward you send a bit of your power out to wrap around him, thinking to pull him in. He doesn’t budge. 

Turning away he stalks from you and the dancing crowd. 

Now you’re a little confused. You walk all the way out to the open-air terrace at the back of the club. He’s nowhere to be found. 

You make your way down the terrace steps to the first landing, away from the crowd. Why come all the way here… You wonder when a rough hand grips your arm spinning you back into a dim service corridor. Bucky’s body presses hard into yours pinning you to the wall. 

The dark look on his face clouds his blue eyes, but still, he’s so gorgeous it makes your breath catch. Gripping your jaw with his powerful hand he tilts your face up just a bit, holding it as his kiss sears you in place. It’s a hungry, passionate, possessive kiss. His tongue immediately parting your lips, tasting you, demanding more. When he pulls back you’re panting. 

Despite the heat of that kiss, his expression remains unchanged, fingers digging into your skin. Slowly his grip lessens, calloused touch trailing down your neck until they reach the collar of your jacket. 

Faster than your flustered mind can process right now, he grips the collar of your jacket, using it to spin you around to face the wall. In one swift tug, he pulls the jacket down your arms, tossing it aside. 

His hand rests on your chest, pressing you into him. The heat of his breath on your neck and his stubble barely scratching against your shoulder makes desire sing through your body. The sensation distracts you so much you don’t notice that his hand had migrated to the button of your shorts. 

Sure fingers loosen the skin-tight garment, the zipper crawling down. 

“Bucky,” you breathe in weak protest. 

“Shut up,” he growls fingers dipping into you to find that you’re already dripping. Biting your lip you grind against him, always eager for his touch. 

 “That’s how you moved with him,” his voice is gravel rough against your ear. A light bulb goes off in your mind and your movement ceases. “Would you rather have him?” Bucky presses the outline of his hard cock against the curve of your ass. 

Holy shit. You almost laugh but manage to hold it in. 

“Are you jealous Mr. Barnes?”

There are no words just his ragged breath. He answers with the sound of his own zipper lowering, his hand roughly tugging your shorts down your ass. 

“Answer me.” The demand in his voice makes your mouth water for some reason. Tilting your head back onto his shoulder you look into those stormcloud eyes of his.

“I only want you.” You reach for him, pulling his throbbing cock from his jeans. “I only ever want you.”

“Good.” This time his kiss is rough but fleeting before he pulls your underwear to the side and thrusts himself into you. Your hand flies to your mouth to catch your cry as your body stretches around him. 

The force of him threatens to knock you off balance. He reaches his hand around both steadying you and finding your clit at the same time. Rhythmically he rolls the tender bud under his middle finger, making every nerve ending in your body vibrate. His pace quickens and you think you will not be able to hold in this scream, it’s too good, too much. 

“Quiet now, sweetheart,” he says low, his own breath staggering. 

Barely you manage to stifle the sound of your orgasm rocking through your body. A moment later you feel Bucky’s cock pulse, a soft moan from him making your hair stand on end. 

He pulls out and you tug your shorts up. When you turn to face him he’s plucking your jacket off the ground. 

“Here,” he holds it up, as you slip back into it. Once it’s on his arm wraps around your chest holding you so tight you can feel his heart still racing against your back. 

“I meant it,” you say, relaxing into the comforting feel of him. “You’re all I want, Bucky.” He nods, his cheek resting against the side of your head. 

“Seeing you… I don’t think I’ve ever been the jealous type but…”

“It was just dancing babe.” 

He huffs out a dry laugh, “It doesn’t look like just dancing.” Turning in his arms to face him you take hold of his ass, pulling his hips to yours.

“Next time just come with me then,” you move against him. “You love to dance.”

A small smile plays on his lips, “I don’t know this kind of dancing.” 

“It’s easy.” You can hear the music clear enough pouring from the open doors above you. “Just feel the music. No steps to remember. Just be present.” 

Moving your hands to his hips you guide them to move with your own. Soon enough he’s getting a feel for it, letting his hands caress your curves. 

“See, easy,” you say smiling up at him. “We should get going before Okoye comes looking.”

He nods. As you begin to step away he cups your cheek, pulling your mouth to his once more. This time the hunger is replaced with something far richer that sends tingles down your spine. 

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love all of you,” you respond. “Even the jealous bits.”

“Oh?”

“Yup. Especially if it gets you to fuck me in an alley, kinda hot.” He barks out a laugh.

“I’d say it’s more a hallway. What kind of husband would I be if I fucked you in an alley.”

“A fun one,” you say with a wink. Taking his hand in yours, you both head back upstairs. 

“Well you two look damn near giddy,” Okoye teases. They’d all set up at one of the terrace tables. 

“Just a quick dancing lesson. He’s a fast study,” you say. Bucky sits in the one open seat and you perch on his thigh. 

“Uh-huh,” Nakia says with a sideways glance. 

“So,” Bucky says, arm giving you a little squeeze, “You all already tired?”

“We’ve been out longer than you old wolf,” Okoye says. 

“Psh,” T’Challa waves a hand. “This is weak.” 

“You both rolled up maybe 20 minutes ago, what do you mean weak,” Nakia tosses back at him. 

“He’s right. Didn’t look like anyone could even break a sweat dancing like that,” Bucky pokes. 

“Oh, the White Wolf wants to break a sweat, eh?” 

“I think he does, Oko,” Nakia answers. 

“I don’t know if the colonizer can handle it,” M’Baku laughs. 

“Wanna bet?” Bucky says with a wolfish grin. 

Two more clubs and several hours later M’Baku is in the process of doing 100 pushups on the street with Okoye perched on his back because the colonizer had, in fact, handled it. In fact, he’d handled it better than you by mastering some new moves - you could admit you were a little jealous. 

“One hundred!” Okoye declares. M’Baku stands, wiping the sweat from his brow. 

“Could have just bet money you old wolf,” M’Baku grumbles.

“Too easy. And less fun for the rest of the group,” Bucky smirks, patting M’Baku on the shoulder. 

Nakia gasps, shooting up from the step she’d been perched on, nose up sniffing the air. 

“Chapati,” she groans. 

“This is happening,” T’Challa declares, grabbing Nakia’s hand and leading her toward the intoxicating smells of meat, spices, and bread. 

Within the hour, the six of you have loaded up on Chapati, Rolexes, and Bajia - the magic of meat, cheese, and starch being truly universal - and are sprawled around the king’s living space laughing and eating. It feels almost too good to be true. 

In the small hours of the morning, you finally fall into bed, stomach, and heart full to bursting. Bucky flings his arm around you, holding you close. 

“So,” he asks in your ear, “when’re we going dancing again?”

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[in-tua-deep]

How would Ravenclaw! Klaus react to the ghosts in Hogwarts? Like, would he ignore them until he realizes everyone else can see them? Does he discover that he can make ghosts corporeal and/or levitation and telekinesis now that he's not on drugs? Does he accidentally talk to a ghost that no one else can see, like the ghost of a muggle, and everyone thinks he's crazy? Basically, what are your Klaus headcannons for your HP AU? (Sorry if this was too long, I've just been thinking about this alot.)

asdfFGDH no worries - I also like the idea of Ravenclaw!Klaus but for the purpose of this au he is a baby Slytherin bless his heart

okay okay okay

So the thing is, while the kids stay at the school for winter break and that’s fine, they have to go somewhere for the summer. Headmistress McGonagall took them for the remainder of the summer before they went into their first year, yeah, but she wasn’t exactly planning on housing seven magical kids. She was just the best bet to transfigure them seven beds (can you say bunk beds?) as a temporary measure

The summer between first and second year they end up with the Weasleys who have an empty nest after Ginny moved out. They have room for seven magical kids at least, even if they kind of tiptoe around one another and it’s kind of an awkward placing

Molly Weasley is very physically affectionate and loud. The kids are very used to violence and getting yelled at so this is not a fantastic combination. Five thinks Arthur Weasley is an idiot of the highest degree after several questions regarding muggle things (and the other won’t say it but they’re kind of thinking it as well) not to mention their general wariness of male parental or authority figures. 

Diego volunteers to cook with Mrs. Weasley and likes it but then immediately feels guilty because that’s something he did with Grace and he misses her so he swings wildly between liking Mrs. Weasley and hating her for not being Grace and then feeling guilty for liking her AND guilty for hating her and it’s a vicious cycle 

Luther still resents the fact that they can’t go home, even if he’s starting to clue in to the fact that the way Reginald treated them was way beyond not normal and that he’s actually way safer than he’s ever been before? It’s weird and he feels guilty for what he perceives as disloyalty for enjoying himself and having fun and so he’s kind of moody like Diego is

(this combination is somewhat explosive oops. at least they don’t share a room unlike they did at McGonagall’s place)

now this is a somewhat long winded way of saying that during the summer, the Weasley kids do come and visit their mother of course! And, one fateful day, one half of a matched pair shows up to cheerfully cause chaos. George Weasley comes home with a big smile and free samples from the shop to distribute among the little kiddies under his parents roof - have to keep them on their toes after all!

And Klaus sees ghosts. Which, if you said this to any wizard or witch, they would nod and tell you that they also see ghosts! Except Klaus sees more than the ones like Nearly Headless Nick and the Bloody Baron. He sees souls that are only wispily tied to the world, who haven’t had time to solidify their presence. Who follow behind their family.

Now, Klaus doesn’t mention this. It’s not normal, after all, and all of the Hargreeves have agreed to keep their... extra issues under wraps in case the grown ups decide to return them or something, or decide they aren’t magic after all, or whatever. They’re eleven going on twelve they’re allowed to be afraid.

So Klaus doesn’t mention anything when the red headed man comes in followed by an identical (albeit slightly younger) man. Klaus only cottons onto the fact that this man is a ghost because Molly Weasley introduces George to them and not the other one. No one notices the other one. And they’ve seen pictures, they know that there used to be Fred-and-George until the war happened and then there was only-George. 

(related: Klaus is actually very happy with the wizarding world ghosts and also very pissed off about them. On the bright side, the killing curse leaves no visible wounds! So there’s not as many incredibly disturbing traumatizing ghosts to look at! Downside here is that Klaus cannot tell if a ghost is a ghost. Unless they’re wearing fancy ass historical period clothes :/

Klaus memorizes pretty much all the years students out of sheer self defense. If there someone who Klaus knows Is Not a Student, he just quietly asks the nearest sibling who is In The Know about his powers

He gets anxious when they’re out in like, hogsmeade or diagon alley though, or when there are a lot of strangers. his general rule of thumb is to only interact with people his siblings interact with, or people who he touches first. He’s perfected the ‘accidental bump’ move thank you

The other sibs are all very accommodating because if Klaus’s secret gets out, then all their secrets get out)

Anyway so Klaus’s modus opperandi is to ignore ignore ignore! Usually if ghosts don’t realize he can see them, they leave him alone. Unfortunately, Klaus is sharing Fred-and-George’s old room with Ben (they organized themselves this way so that Ben can wake Klaus up when he has nightmares)

and Fred floats up to reminisce while Klaus is in there and Klaus would ignore him except he keeps making comments and looking sad and just UGH and he’s lurking in front of the door and Klaus can’t just walk through him to leave. That’s weird and gross. So eventually, eventually, Klaus snaps at him “Can you please move?”

and he’s tired and he had nightmares last night (he can’t just ask Five to carve the good dream runes into some random lady’s son’s bed) and he just wants to go downstairs okay?? and he’s not thinking about it and the guy looks young and friendly and almost alive and it just slips out

and Fred stands there in shock for a solid second before finally whispering a simple - “You can see me?”

and this is a mistake

Fred tries to convince Klaus so hard to tell George and to pass messages and and and - he’s just so excited! He’s been following George around, watching him wallow in grief and watching his family wallow in grief and he’d thought that ghosts were just. Ghosts. He didn’t realize it was even possible, this invisible existence. He’s been silent for so long 

But Klaus is a traumatized eleven year old okay he is Not About Any of This

eventually Fred gets it into his head that he’s freaking the kid out and softens, because Fred’s always been pretty good with kids anyway. He listens when Klaus haltingly explains why no one can know and then kind of hedges, because Fred is really nice, so he makes a deal

He’ll tell George about Fred, but only when he’s 17 and a legal adult in wizarding society with no chance of being sent back into Reginald’s grasp. Fred thinks this is stupid, but he’s waited fourish years already and didn’t expect to have any chance so (and Klaus is very adamant about keeping away from his ex-Dad and Fred knows there’s a reason)

anyway Fred follows Klaus when he goes back to Hogwarts to start second year. Well, kind of. He splits time between the shop/lurking after George and then going to bug Klaus. Klaus is very resistant to this at first, because if the other ghosts realize he can talk to Fred, then they’ll want to talk to him.

Fred fixes it though by basically just going around (because Fred is still legendary and his pranks are to be feared and all the ghosts in Hogwarts uniforms with haunted eyes that fell defending their school know that) and warning them off. He takes requests and messages and passes them to Klaus to write down in a notebook to be distributed when Klaus hits 17 - so Klaus isn’t bothered by any ghosts

besides being bros with Fred is actually a very excellent thing to be because Fred knows everything about the school. He knows all the secret passageways and all the trick steps and trap doors and empty rooms. He mentions missing having a map in passing, but tells Klaus it would have been so much cooler to have an invisible ghost to scout ahead and warn them about professors or anyone coming

Klaus doesn’t keep Fred secret from the others, so the whole family gets to benefit from Fred’s vast knowledge

(Klaus’s written test grades increase, to the bafflement of his professors - it certainly helps having a ghost to help you cheat!

none of the family are above cheating tbh, they are all very wary of the concept of failure in general and are willing to do a lot to avoid becoming acquainted with the consequences of failing)

Klaus probably figures out making ghosts corporeal when he’s hmm. 15? There is. a lot of drama in Klaus’s fifth year and it’s stressful and there is an Incident where Fred going corporeal saves Klaus’s life

(Fred helps out a lot in Klaus’s fifth year, actually, the kids would probably be in serious trouble without him)

anyway this sparks another freak out where Fred says they HAVE to tell George - because this changes everything!! They fight and don’t speak for like two entire weeks before Fred comes back and grudgingly apologizes. After so long hanging around the Hargreeves, he knows very well that they were Super Fucking Abused and are fearful of being returned for Good Reason

so Fred gets to be the one that Klaus practices with and figure out corporeal ghost stuff with

I’m going to say no levitation/telekinesis in this au (pending the results of season two maybe?) but I will say that the first year flying class? Klaus fucking excels. You think about Klaus on a broom and it should be a disaster, but Klaus is the best flyer in Hogwarts, he treats the broom almost as an extension of himself

Slytherin keeps trying to recruit him onto the quidditch team but Klaus always laughs it off saying that he’s not a jock - also his flying skills do not translate into catching/throwing skills thanks. He’s graceful as all fuck but if you try throw him a quaffle or whatever, he will drop it

i feel like it should be noted that with all seven of them, the Hargreeves could form their own quidditch team lmao

But yeah to sum up, Klaus ignores ghosts (his housemates tease him about being scared of ghosts and he laughs them off), he does discover his ability to make ghosts corporeal due to no drugs, no levitation/telekinesis, he can absolutely see ghosts that wizards can’t see (and not every wizard/witch who dies becomes the wizarding version of a ghost), and I have headcanons about Klaus being very good on a broom lmao

#ask me #anonymous #hogwarts au #tua au #tua/hp crossover #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #fred weasley #the weasleys #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #ben hargreeves #my usual rambling to get to the point #long post #in tua deep

[skylarmoon71]

Nick Amaro x Reader - Chapter 2

You were the first one to get in that day, sitting at your desk with a cup of coffee, waiting patiently for the rest of your team. After the arrest Nick made with the mugger, you were glad he didn’t suspect anything. Anyone who was there might have just thought he stumbled over his feet, but you knew better. This was also one of the reasons you left Central City. It wasn’t just the meta humans that occupied the city, but also your own meta abilities. When you first got them you were terrified. 

You didn’t understand anything and you tried to find a logical explanation for why items were always moving and breaking around you when you got angry or upset. Even when you had positive reactions to situations, there was something not so normal that occurred. After weeks of avoiding the obvious, you finally went to S.T.A.R Labs to get some answers. When they told you why these occurrences were happening you didn’t believe them, that was until you realized your very own captain was assisting Central City’s one and only Flash. Some things didn't have a very logical explanation. After meeting the rest of Team Flash, they helped you get a better handle on your partially destructive abilities. 

Telekinesis was a powerful weapon, but a very dangerous one. It took weeks to fully grasp your abilities, months to really control them. From what Cisco told you, you were merely scratching the surface. Neither you, nor anyone else really knew what you were capable of. Not very comforting information in your case. That’s why you practiced often, but only ever used them if absolutely necessary. So now that you were finally in a city of mundane people, you felt more than a little relieved. Less chances of you needing your abilities. At least you hoped.

The first person to walk in after you was Nick, with him was Olivia. Their eyes caught you immediately. “(Y/N), I heard you and Nick had quite an exciting night.”

“Yeah, that mugger must have the worst luck. Running into two detectives.” 

“I’d like to take all the credit, but I still don’t understand. The guy looked pretty experienced, then he just tripped. Must be karma.”

You laughed a bit nervously. “Yeah, well you know what they say.” Olivia disappeared into her office, and Nick took a seat at his desk. You sighed sipping on your coffee. “I need to be more careful, haven’t even been here a week and I’m already playing superhero.” You couldn’t help it sometimes. Being around Barry and the others really did rub off on you a lot. A small chuckle escaped you and you clicked on your phone. Watching the display picture with you and Team Flash. There were also a few messages on your phone from said members. 

Cisco: “How’s New York, hope you’re not throwing things around the building already.”

Barry: “Hey, if you ever get homesick don’t be afraid to call. Also Iris misses you. Be safe.”

Caitlin: ”Don’t over exert yourself, and take lots of vitamins. Also keep track of your blood pressure and heart rate.” 

Even Harry sent you a text, which was surprising since he acted like he hates everyone. You knew it was just a front. He loved them.

Harry: “Ramon is testing my nerves. Don’t be a stranger.” 

Your smile grew at your friends concern. You texted them all back, fingers moving nimbly on the keys. Apparently your insistent typing caught Nick’s attention. 

“Boyfriend blowing up your phone.” He inquired with a smirk. You stammered. “N-No, it’s just my friends from back home. “ You finished typing, dropping your phone on the desk. 

“I-I don’t have a boyfriend.” you stated meekly. It was a bit embarrassing. You were young, but ever since you were a kid, you’ve always been focused on your career, it didn’t leave a lot of space for relationships. When you finally got your dream job of being a cop, you decided you’d try to go on dates and meet someone. But then the particle accelerator exploded, and everything changed. 

You couldn’t afford to get close to anyone, mostly in fear that you would hurt them. Even though that wasn’t the case anymore, there was still a bit of unease of trusting someone to enter your life. You weren’t sure if they would be accepting of all that came with being with you. Nick didn’t miss the way your expression changed. 

“Hey don’t worry, you’re still young. You can’t rush those things, trust me. Relationships require a lot. When you’re ready you’ll know.” From the way he spoke you could tell he must have had his share of failed relationships. You wish you could have said that was the case, he must have just assumed you were previously in one that didn’t work out. You didn’t correct him. Just took his advice.

“Thanks Nick.” he tipped his head, refocusing on the paperwork in front of him. You did the same, just realizing the stack of files on your desk. “Straight to work I guess.” 

A girl entered the precinct, and you caught the way her eyes moved around the room nervously. You stood, walking to her. “Hi, is there something I can help you with?”

Now getting a better look at her you could see her swollen eyes, probably from crying. She couldn’t have been any older than sixteen years. She sniffed, rubbing her nose. “I-I...I was raped!” she cried. All at once she started crying, grabbing unto you. Your hands wrapped around her body to comfort her as she broke down and Nick got up from his seat. When he got to you there was a look of recognition in his eyes. 

“Welcome to sex crimes.” he said bitterly. That was aimed at you. This must have been the part of the job they disliked more than anything. 

~~~~

When the girl, Alica Baker gave her statement, you and Nick were off to apprehend the suspect. 

“I think you should go with Nick on this one. Some on field experience would be good. I'll work with Barba on getting a warrant for his place. “ 

Rollins and Carisi were headed to his place of work, and Fin was getting some other statements from neighbors. 

It was her own uncle. Hearing that was a gut punch. You’d never known your own parents, but you couldn’t imagine someone’s family doing such a terrible thing to their own flesh and blood. The thought repulsed you. When you got to the apartment Nick knocked twice. 

“NYPD, open up Mr. Baker.” No one answered, then you heard a lot of shuffling behind the door.

“Step back!” You obeyed and Nick raised his foot, kicking the door open. You both drew your guns, entering the apartment. You could hear things knocking over. You moved through the apartment, room by room. 

When you got to the last door Nick pulled it open and you were met with the very man you were looking for trying to force himself out the window. Nick grabbed him by the back of his shirt, yanking him off the window sill. He holstered his weapon, pulling Mr. Baker’s hands behind his back and slamming him harshly into the wall. “Going somewhere.” Nick seethed, cuffing him. 

“Whatever that bitch said she’s lying. I didn’t rape her she wanted it.” 

When he was successfully in cuffs you holstered your own weapon. 

“Yeah, tell it to the judge.” Nick snarked, pushing him out of the apartment. Mr. Baker was struggling the entire way down. “I’m innocent!” When you got outside Nick all but threw him into the backseat of the car. “Do me a favor and don’t give me a reason to shoot you.” Nick threatened. You took shotgun, Nick jumping into the driver’s side and pulling off to the station.

~~~

“His DNA is a match. We have enough to put him away for life. That’s not all. We went through his stuff. This wasn't the first time Alicia was assaulted. “ 

Fin clicked a button, a video playing on the screen. Your heart dropped at the content. “That’s right, you belong to me, no one else.” the sickening voice of Mr. Baker in the video almost made you throw up. You couldn’t believe what you were watching. “There’s over twenty other encrypted files on his computer. My guess is that he taped it every time he assaulted her. “ Fin shut the video off and you felt like you could breathe again. “That’s good, great job guys.” You nodded, glad to have caught the monster. 

“Please excuse me.” you said turning on your heels. Olivia didn’t fail to see the look in your eyes. “I’m on it.” Amanda called, following you. 

You made a beeline for the bathroom, as soon as you got in you started retching, leaning over the sink. You turned on the pipe, washing down the contents. Your head turned when you felt someone lifting your hair out of the way and rubbing your back. You cleaned up yourself, splashing a bit of water on your face before raising up. Amanda pulled out a few napkins, handing them to you and you took it thankfully. You wiped your face, a bit disappointed at your poor reaction. This wasn't how you expected your first official day on the job to turn out. 

“I’ve worked in homicide for seven years. I’ve seen countless bodies in the most horrendous situations. Yet, what I just watched was much more horrifying than any murder I’ve ever dealt with. How could he do that? H-He’s supposed to protect her from the world, from people like that! How could he!” you were angry and when the lights started flickering over your head Amanda looked up. “It’s just like that sometimes (Y/N).” she still looked a bit puzzled on why the lights suddenly decided to go haywire. You took in a couple of calming breaths, and the lights stopped flashing. 

You couldn’t afford to lose control, not here. “It’s alright, trust me the first case is the toughest. At least we can make sure he never hurts her again (Y/N). This is why we do the job. We don’t try to figure out why they do what they do, we just make sure they never hurt anyone again.” Amanda had her hands on your shoulder, giving you a small smile. You returned it weakly. “Come on, lets go book the scumbag.” you followed her out, pulling yourself together. 

When you were back at your desk Alicia spotted you. You weren’t prepared when she ran over crashing into you with a hug. You stumbled for a second. “Thank you Ms. (Y/N)!” she cried out. She was crying again, but this time they were tears of relief. You had no idea why she was thanking you though. “U-Uh, y-you’re welcome. You don’t have to worry. My boss has more than enough to make sure he never touches you again.” she clenched tighter. 

“Thank you so much, all of you.” her face was buried in your chest, and you returned the hug. 

“It’s alright, you're safe don’t worry.” Your eyes flashed a golden hue, and the light right above your head turned off completely. 

Nick blinked, wondering if he imagined the light he saw sparked in your eyes briefly. Your eyes seemed normal. “This job must be getting to me.” he shook it off. It had to have been the light from the window, yeah, that was it. 

#Nick Amaro #Law and Order: Special Victims Unit #OliviaBenson #amandarollins #fin tutuola #carisi #nickxreader #flash #metahumanreader #criminals #crime #detectives #NYPD #victims #rafaelbarba

[fraudulentzodiacs]

never let me down, just lead me home

I’m supposed to be working on my RNM Week fics, but this wouldn’t leave me alone. Inspired by this amazing Bellarke gifset. I hope it’s okay I borrowed this beautiful poem! Set during S2, with Alex disappearing and his return becoming Michael’s sole focus in life. 

For @partsofthesamecosmicbeing and @bisexualalienblast, for just being them. 

Clotho declares “He is gone”

And he breaks

Alex is gone for two days before anyone notices.

Kyle bursts into the makeshift lab he and Liz have set up in Max’s house, both desperately working to find a way to revive a now pod-bound Max.

“Kyle?” Liz asks in a worried tone, and it’s only then that Michael looks up from the latest test results to see the wild, scared look in the man’s eyes.

“Alex is gone.”

“What do you mean, ‘gone’?” Michael feels his entire body tense at Liz’s question, the worry quickly escalating to panic clear.

“I mean, I hadn’t heard from him in a few days, so I drove out to the cabin to check on him, and he’s not there.”

“It’s not too out of the ordinary for Alex to take off. Not lately, anyway.” Liz replies, and Michael doesn’t need her to look at him to know that he’s the reason why Alex has taken to disappearing. They haven’t been on the best of terms since he began dating Maria - in fact, they hadn’t said more than a handful of words since their last showdown at Michael’s trailer the day Max died. Since then, Alex had distanced himself from their group, which Michael understood despite having to live with the hurt and guilt in his girlfriend’s eyes when Alex flatly refused to speak to her at all.

“No, it’s not.” Kyle agrees. “But when I got to the cabin, the door was busted open, and it looked like there had been a fight. One that Alex apparently lost.”

“Jesse?” Michael pushes away from the table, sidestepping Liz.

“No, he’s still in the coma. This is something else.”

“Aliens?” Liz asks, and Kyle’s shrug sends a jolt of irritation down Michael’s spine.

“It didn’t look like it. Looked human, and it could have been any of Jesse’s Project Shepherd cronies.”

“Flint.” Michael states, and Kyle nods.

“Probably. We haven’t heard anything about him since Caulfield, but Alex was digging around in the hard drives we were able to steal. He told me a few days ago that he was trying to track Flint’s movements, see if he could find another blacksite.”

“Show me everything you have.” Michael uses his telekinesis to pull his jacket from across the room, gesturing to the door.

“I don’t need your help, Guerin.” Kyle argues. “I can find him myself, I just wanted Liz to know.”

“It’s Alex.” Michael replies, his voice like steel. “You’re getting my help whether you like it or not.”

“Wish you had been this concerned for Alex while you were busy breaking his heart and sleeping with his best friend.” Kyle throws back, and Liz slips between them before he can escalate the fight.

“That’s enough.” Liz warns. “We all care about Alex, and we are all going to work together to find him. Okay?”

“Yeah.” Michael deflates. “I’ll meet you outside, just give me a minute to call Isobel.” Liz nods, guiding Kyle out of the lab as the man shoots daggers in Michael’s direction.

Once they’re out of the room, a shaky breath escapes Michael as he leans against the wall, the chaos in his head even worse than usual as he thought of Alex missing - Alex gone - with no clue as to where he was or what was happening to him. It was Alex’s deployments all over again, only this time worse, because Michael could do something about it this time, but he had no idea where to start. Tears burned in his eyes as he struggled to control his breathing, and he could feel Isobel on the edges of his mind as his panic increased, probing and searching and Michael is sure that all she can get from him is Alexalexalexalexalexalexalex. He takes a few more deep breaths before hitting the call button on his cell, Isobel picking up almost immediately.

“Alex is missing. Meet us at the Crashdown.” He manages to get out.

“I’ll be there in ten.” Isobel replies. “Are you okay?”

“I have to be.” Is all Michael replies before hanging up. He can’t afford to break right now.

Alex is depending on him.

Lachesis pronounces “You will never have him again”

And he crumbles

Michael spends the next five days in the Project Shepherd bunker. The place makes him physically ill, but it’s the best place to be as they search for Alex. Kyle is there outside of any shift he can’t get out of. Liz alternates between the bunker and their lab - Michael loves Max, but he can’t spare any time while Max is relatively safe in the pod and Alex is gone. Maria and Rosa make sure everyone is properly taken care of and that Michael survives on more than energy drinks, acetone, and pure stubbornness. Maria doesn’t question Michael’s determination, but he can’t miss the faraway sad look in her eyes when she thinks he isn’t looking. He can’t worry about that now, though, because he has to bring Alex home. Everything else can wait.

Isobel is a steady presence, seeming to understand instinctively when to be there to support him and when to leave him to his work. It’s the most together she’s been since Max died, and Michael thinks that it has more to do with Isobel feeling needed when it comes to Michael than a desire to find Alex.

Michael loses all sense of time in the bunker, only marking the passing of the days by his visitors changing their clothes. Isobel arrives with coffee and bagels, and manages to pull Michael away from the computers and into a chair at the table long enough for him to give her a decent conversation.

“Have you made any progress?” She asks as she spreads her bagel with cream cheese, watching him closely to make sure he eats his own.

“No. Maybe. It’s hard to tell.” Michael admits, running his hand through his hair. “It feels like we’re always three steps behind them. I think I found the site they were holding him at initially, but the site went dark before we could even think about getting out there.”

“Why do you think they’re holding him? I mean, they haven’t made any demands or anything. What do they want?”

“To keep him quiet. He knows about everything, but he’s against his father and that makes him dangerous.”

“But, Michael, if they want to keep him quiet…” Isobel begins, but Michael gives a cold glare before she can finish.

“Don’t.” He replies, begs, his voice harsh and sharp.

“I know you want to bring him back, Michael, but maybe you can’t track him because there’s nothing to track.”

“That’s not true. He’s alive, Iz. I know it.”

“Michael…” Michael feels Isobel move her chair closer to his, can feel her on the edges of his mind.

“He has to be alive.” Michael hears the sob in his voice before he feels it escape. “I would feel it, I would know.”

He hasn’t cried, not once, since this whole thing began. He had refused, because - after Max, and now Alex - he’s afraid that if he starts he’ll never stop. Isobel pulls him into her arms and he cries into her neck, her familiar perfume the only thing he can sense with any clarity.

“I can’t, Iz.” Michael sobs, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably despite Isobel’s attempts to calm him. “I can’t, not now. After Max, I…”

“I know, Michael, I know.” Michael can register the wobbly, wet tone in Isobel’s voice, which just makes him cry harder against her.

He slowly calms in his sister’s arms, though she doesn’t let go of him until his breathing is even and steady once again.

“I have to find him.” He finally says, and Isobel nods.

“And we will. We just have to find Flint first, right?”

“But he’s always ahead of us, always gone…” Michael drifts off, his gaze returning to the computer monitors. “We need someone who knows Flint’s mind, who knows his orders…”

“Michael…” Isobel’s voice is wary. “You can’t…”

“Call Valenti, tell him to wake up Manes.”

Atropos taunts “He is lost to you forever”

And he falls

It takes Kyle a full day to get Jesse stable enough to sneak him out of the hospital and into the bunker. Alex has been gone for over a week, and Michael feels like he’s going to crawl out of his own skin as he waits. He knows that Jesse is their best chance at tracking Flint - at finding Alex - but the thought of bringing the person he hates most in the world out of the coma that’s kept them all safe makes him want to be sick. But, he reminds himself, they’re not all safe, not until Alex is home. Not until Michael can have him in front of him and know that he’s not suffering and dying for trying to protect Michael and his siblings from his own family.

They set Jesse up in one of the small interrogation rooms in the bunker, shackled to an uncomfortable metal chair by his hands and feet despite the fact that Jesse is too weak from months of being bedridden to be any kind of real threat. It’s just him and Valenti in the room with him, Isobel, Maria, Liz, and Rosa waiting in the main room of the bunker.

“Where would Flint take Alex?” Kyle asks evenly, staring hard at Jesse Manes.

“I have no idea.” Jesse replies, his voice lacking any kind of emotion as he stares at the man he shot not six months earlier.

“Wrong answer.” Michael informs him.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve been in a coma. How would I know?”

“Because Flint is a good little soldier who always follows Daddy’s orders.” Kyle snaps back. “He wouldn’t do anything as stupid as kidnapping Alex without knowing it’s what you would want. We know he has him, now tell us the locations of the blacksites or how to contact Flint.”

“Why, exactly, would I do that?”

“Because if you don’t, I’ll let Isobel in here and have her turn your brain into pudding.” Michael points out, and Jesse scoffs.

“You wouldn’t. You do that, and you’ll never find my degenerate son.”

“You help us get Alex back, and I’ll think about not putting you back under. How about that?” Kyle offers, and Michael can see every muscle in his body tense.

“If Flint has taken Alex, he is gone.” Jesse turns to look at Michael, disgust clear on his features. “He is lost, forever, and good riddance. You’ll never see him again.”

Kyle yells out at him to stop as Michael stands so quickly the chair he was sitting in flies across the room. The chains holding Jesse snap as Michael uses the full force of his powers to pull him away from the chair, pinning him against the wall, his healed hand wrapping itself around Jesse’s neck.

“Tell me where he is, and I won’t snap your neck here and now.” Michael growls, using both his hand and his power to tighten his grip.

“That’s it, prove me right.” Jesse wheezes, his eyes cold as he stares at Michael. “Prove that you’re the monster you’ve always been. Kill me. You and my son deserve each other.”

“You’re the monster, not me, and not Alex. Alex is good and kind and all we ever did was love each other. But you couldn’t stand that, could you? Couldn’t stand that he wasn’t just like you. That he was better. He’s better than all of us, he could never kill you. But I could.” 

“Michael!” Maria calls, and Michael pulls away from Jesse, turns to see that the girls have entered the room. He lets his telekinetic hold on Jesse go, the older man slumping to the floor. He turns back to Jesse, coughing as gasping as he stares up at Michael with pure hatred. He crouches down, gesturing over his shoulder at Isobel.

“You don’t want to tell us where Alex is? Maybe you’ll tell Isobel.”

Michael stands and moves to where Isobel is, watching him with wary eyes.

“Do whatever you have to do.” He instructs her before slipping out of the room.

They decree “This time you cannot save him”

And he defies them all

Michael leaves Isobel to deal with Jesse, his breathing heavy as he stumbles out of the room, out of the bunker, and into his truck. It’s the first time he’s left the bunker in days, and he’s not sure where he’s going until he’s driven out of town and is pulling up to Alex’s cabin. It looks just like it always has, Liz, Maria, and Rosa having come over and cleaned it up to give them something to do while they searched for Alex. He uses his power to unlock the front door, the house quiet and still, everything in its place. He wanders through slowly, taking in the small pieces of Alex that he finds. It’s tidy, orderly in a way that Michael has to assume comes from years of living with Jesse Manes and then serving in the military. When he enters the bedroom, however, his eyes go straight to the leather jacket resting on the back of a chair, the jacket he’d been wearing when Michael had finally pushed him away, looked away from him and at something easier, less painful.

He cares about Maria - loves her, even. She is everything that is bright and hopeful and new on this godforsaken planet. She makes him feel lighter. He ran his hand over the jacket, feeling the soft material on his fingers, pictures gripping it in his hands while Alex wore it. Pictures it lying across the counter in his trailer, thrown aside haphazardly as Michael surrounds himself in everything Alex the way he had always wanted to whenever he was near. If he hadn’t been so out of his mind that day, if he had fought one more time for them, maybe Alex would still be here. Maybe he could have protected him.

“I thought I’d find you here.” A familiar voice calls out, and Michael turns swiftly to find Maria leaning against the doorway.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, and Maria shrugs.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. I figured this was where you were headed.”

“Has Isobel…”

“No, not yet. Apparently, he’s fighting her pretty hard despite the fact that he just got out of the coma.”

“Okay.” Michael murmurs, turning his gaze back to the jacket.

“I don’t know how I ever missed it.”

“Missed what?” Michael asks, and he hears Maria sigh. When he looks at her again, tears are bright in her eyes.

“You love him.”

“You knew that.” Michael points out.

“Yeah, but I thought that it was over. But it isn’t, is it? It never has been. It’ll never really be over between you two.”

“Maria…” Michael begins, and Maria interrupts him with a raised hand.

“I’m not going to say it’s okay, because you used me, and Alex was my best friend. We both made a mistake. But, that’s not a conversation we need to have today You have to know, though, that it’s over between us.”

“I’m sorry.” Michael tries, collapsing onto Alex’s bed, his head in his hands. He feels the mattress sink next to him as Maria sits.

“I know.” She replies. “I’m worried about you though. What if this doesn’t work? What if you can’t save him?”

“I will, I have to.”

“Michael, what if he’s already gone?”

“Have you been talking to Isobel?” Michael snaps, his tone harsh.

“She has a point, Michael.”

“No, she doesn’t, because Alex isn’t dead. He’s not, you’re all wrong, and I’m going to save him. I’m going to fix this.”

So the shears break against his thread

And he vows, “Watch me do it anyway”

Alex has lost track of the days.

He knows that he’s been moved several times, presumably from one blacksite to another. But they stagger his meals, keep him in darkness, making it impossible for him to know where he is or how long he’s been there. It feels like it’s been months, though he knows that it hasn’t. They’ve taken his prosthetic, making it impossible to do little more than hobble from one end of his cell to the other. Flint shows up every now and then - usually when he’s about to be moved. He doesn’t say anything beyond ordering him around, and Alex stopped asking questions when he realized that he wouldn’t be getting any answers. The fact that he’s alive, however, has convinced him that they need him for something. He assumes that he’s meant to be bait for Michael and Isobel, a way to get the aliens they’re hunting to expose themselves. Alex prays to a god he doesn’t believe in that Michael doesn’t take the bait, but he knows Michael well enough to know that will never happen. Michael will come for him. Alex knows that in his bones. It’s what keeps him going, because Michael has always been what keeps him going. Despite the pain, and the bullshit, and the military, and Maria, Alex’s faith in Michael is something that never wavers.

He sleeps in fits and spurts, uncomfortable on the metal bed and thin mattress he’s been provided. They never question him, never torture him, and the endless silence has him crawling the walls. He can fight an enemy, an interrogator, but he can’t fight loneliness. He’s been trained to withstand all sorts of interrogation techniques, forms of torture, but this is difficult, the waiting. Perhaps that’s the point, he thinks. Their ultimate goal will be to drive Alex crazy in solitary. Then, Flint doesn’t get his hands dirty with his own brother’s blood. He doesn’t see his father, which gives him some measure of comfort. It means he’s most likely still in the coma that Kyle put him in, locked away in his own body and unable to hurt any of them. But Flint is still obviously following his orders, including holding the son he hates prisoner.

He’s pulled from his thoughts by a distant crash, the sound of bullets. He pulls himself up and leans against the wall, his ears straining for any other sounds. It gets closer, then there’s silence until the door to his cell begins to shake. The wall groans until the door flies off the hinges, revealing Michael, his hand in mid-air. Alex feels a shaky breath escape him with a short laugh.

“About time you got here.”

“Alex.” Michael’s voice is rough and heavy with emotion as he rushes in. He pulls Alex into his arms, his face in Alex’s neck as Alex’s arms go around him instinctively, gripping his waist tightly.

“I’m here.” Alex soothes, rubbing his hands up Michael’s back. “I’m okay.” He feels Michael drag his face up his neck, then his jaw before burying his nose in Alex’s hair.

“I love you.” He whispers harshly, and Alex grips Michael tighter.

“I know.” He replies as he pulls Michael against him.

“As heartwarming as this is, we really need to get out of here.” Isobel’s voice calls from the doorway.

“They have my prosthetic.”

“On it!” Liz replies, slipping past Isobel with his prosthetic above her head like a trophy.

“I’ve got it.” Michael responds, taking his leg as Liz helps him onto the bed. He attaches it with a familiarity that makes Alex’s heart stutter in his chest. It feels strange to be wearing it again after days without it, but he and Michael follow Isobel and Liz out of the cell and through the winding hallways of whatever underground facility they’re in. Kyle and Rosa are waiting in what looks to be the main entrance, both guarding an unconscious Flint.

“What do we do with him?” Rosa asks, and Michael looks to him.

“Leave him.” Alex decides.

“He kidnapped you!” Michael argues. 

“And he’ll pay for that, but not today.”

“Let’s get out of here before more of their friends show up.” Kyle orders, and soon enough Alex is seeing daylight for the first time in however long. Maria is waiting behind the wheel of his Humvee, looking almost unrecognizable in her stolen Air Force uniform.

“How…?” Alex asks as they move to the vehicle.

“Isobel may have visited your father, forced him to admit some truths.” Michael replies, helping Alex into the backseat before Maria peels away from the blacksite. “I’m sorry it took so long.”

“I knew you’d come for me.” Alex leans into Michael, exhaustion overtaking him.

“Always.” is the last thing he hears from Michael before he passes out.

For the fates could never touch a love like theirs

#malex fic #malex #roswell nm

[ends-in-five-blog]

klaus & diego / reader with powers

Anonymous said: How about Deigo and Klaus dating someone who is one of the 43 and has telekinetic powers.

↳ Klaus.

he is SO excited. he’s never met anyone outside his family like him! he asks so many questions, all very dumb and some even make you wonder if he has more than one braincell.

klaus’ first question towards your powers is if you can pass him his drinks from now on, when he’s too lazy. you say yes, sometimes. if he asks nicely.

he says you can be like flora, fauna and merryweather, meaning that when the place ends up becoming a mess, you can use your mind-powers to clean the place up. you say yes, but only for your own room, klaus’ mess is his own. he whines and says no fair.

he asks if you’ve ever thought of walking in the air while carrying yourself with your powers, you say no - and that that’s crazy. he says he’s curious.

whenever someone thinks about harming klaus in any way, you lift them with the move of a hand - and he thanks you profusely. when it  comes to interrogating someone in regards to missions, he takes the ‘good cop’ role, while you take the bad. this usually leads in your holding them over a cliff side, watching the tide come in as they beg for mercy.

the funniest use of your powers was when klaus asked if you could give luther a wedgie, which you did - and allison gave you a lecture of your goddamn life.

you and klaus together cause some of the most ridiculous things to happen - luther experiences more wedgies, allison seems to never find her phone - five’s cup of coffees are always empty once he looks away - diego’s knives are bent and rusty, and vanya’s violin is always on the top shelf!

↳ Diego.

when diego learns that you were one the 43, he immediately sets to testing you at whatever chance he gets. he pokes you often with a finger as he tries to see if you’ll throw him - you don’t - and even pulls your hair sometimes if he’s really looking for trouble.

the one time where you had used your powers in the beginning was to stop diego’s knives, turn them around to face him, and throw them back. they grazed him, but he was very impressed.

he thinks telekinesis is really fucking cool, and doesn’t hesitate to throw things at you, knowing damn well you’ll catch them.

he watches you in the kitchen sometimes when you and allison cook dinner together - watches at the ingredients float around you, as if waiting to be picked, and the cook book stays afloat in front of allison’s face. the cutlery all sets itself up on the table, and each chair lets itself out before anyone sits on it. it’s incredible. he acknowledges how much time and focus it takes for you to do this - but it also makes him worry.

diego wonders how much time alone you must’ve spent to perfect these ‘small’ but such useful actions. how much time have you spent alone to be able to move everything individually, and to know exactly where to put them, and who’s coming to sit and where? how much time had little [y/n] spent, wondering when they’d finally meet someone like them?

he worries that he won’t be able to make up for all the lost time, but he’s going to make sure that every moment with you, he treasures.

you ask him what’s got him so spaced out, and he says “your face,” you scrunch your nose and roll your eyes. he admires that smile for the rest of the day.

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves #klaus hargeeves x reader #klaus hcs #diego hcs #umbrella academy #the umbrella academy #ua #tua

[truly-morgan]

Got inspired when I saw this song, so I wrote this instead of working on my fanfiction chapter. Oopsi   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

those are with ocs of mine, so y’all might not understand the context much, tell me if you wanna learn more about them tho.

/!\ Trigger warning in tags - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Everything had come like a surprise to the older man, somehow as if he had forgotten Kyosuke was a human too and had his limits. Never would he have thought they would get at this point, he had forgotten for how long Kyosuke had to put up with all this. He had been so caught up in all his work, he had forgotten how young Kyosuke was.

He had fucked up everything, it was all his fault, he should probably have seen it coming.

That surprised came when he went to check on the young man. The door hadn't finished closing behind him that he was greeted with a chair being trowed at him, dodging it at the last second. He was sure Kyosuke simply had one of his psychotic phases, that he would be able to calm him down before he could hurt anyone or destroy anything. It always had been his objective in those times, trying to hurt as many people as possible and trying to escape.

He was taken by surprise when he felt the telekinesis use his power to slam him against the wall, knocking the air out of him. He was soon pinned down to the ground by the test subject, still a little out from his head hitting both the wall and the floor. The young man searches his coat lab pocket for something, flying away from him once he found what he was looking for.

Akainu sat up, surprised to be left this quickly by him, expecting him to beat him up or something. What could he have been looking for? The scientist frown when he got his answer as he was looking at him, seeing Kyosuke holding a scalpel, he really should be more mindful of what he was carrying on him when he was getting in a test subjects room.

Some alarm went on in his head, realising immediately something was wrong. In his state, Kyosuke would have tried to kill him. It wouldn't have been the first time and most likely not the last. So why didn't he tried?

That when he met the younger eyes, something was off, they didn't have the fire they normally had. They were looking tired, they were looking done.

"Kyosuke, what are you doing" he then asked, seeing the younger one rolling up his sleeve, staying away from him as much as possible. He looked back up at him, a desperate look in his eyes, a forced grin on his lips. "Oh, I finally found how I could get out of here" he responds. Akainu didn't have the time to ask, the medical tool already slicing on his arm.

Panic bloomed in the scientist, jumping on his feet, running towards the younger man. It was hard, as Kyosuke was throwing everything in the room at him with his power, pushing him away. But with more wounds, less effective it was, as the pain was drowning his mind. This is the only reason why Akainu could get to him.

He quickly grabbed his hand, stealing away from him the scalpel and throwing it away. It was hard pinning Kyosuke down as he was fighting and screaming at him to let go. He had snapped, he couldn't take any of this anymore and wanted to get away. But of course, this wasn't something the scientist would allow to happen.

At some point Akainu had to inject tranquiliser in him, feeling the body slowly going limb under him, Kyosuke still crying from all the emotion. The man was gently shushing him, whispering words of reassurance, trying to calm him as he was desperately trying to stop the blood.

He had quickly called for some backup, needing to take care of those wounds. In all the chaos of people coming in, he could still hear the telekinesis faintly begging for him not to do that, but he didn't listen.

He was carried in an urgency room, Akainu taking over the work, ordering people around for what he needed. Cleaning and closing the wounds wasn't too hard, the problem was the number. A great chance they had some product they had developed to stop the bleeding. He would have work faster, but panic and fear of losing him was slowing him down, which was also annoying him. But at last, he manages to take care of everything. The test subject was saved.

He was then transferred in a room with nothing but white padded wall, a bed bolted to the floor and his blood perfusion which was suspended from something bolted on the wall. He was also restrained to the bed, just to make sure he wouldn't try anything once fully back. He shouldn't be able to hurt himself like this.

Akainu had stayed once the last staff member had left, no one wanting to be around the scientist after something like this. They all knew better than to stay around when Akainu was unstable. He went next to the bed, letting himself fell on the padded ground, his back leaning on the bed frame, heavily sighing. This had been tiring, he was getting old.

He could still smell the blood, has he didn't even take time to change his bloodied clothes. The only clean place was his hands, as he needed them clean to work. He should probably go to his office and change, but he was too tired to do so and needed to make sure Kyosuke would be fine.

"Why did you stop me?" came a whisper behind him. He turning to face the tired subject, his eyes holding in anger and defeat. "Why?" he repeated again.

The scientist laid his head on the bed, still facing him. "Because I can't lose you" he responds without thinking, this was his honest response. He receives a scoff for his honesty, as if he wasn't believing him. "Yeah, I'm a guinea pig you can't afford losing? Or maybe the old man would kill you if I died" he commented. Of course, he would think it was in that way, though it was fair to think like this.

“No, you are just important to me, I don't want to lose you” explained the older one, this time gaining a frown and tear slowly building in the corner of Kyosuke eyes. “Fuck you” he said, his voice tight from holding in his tears. “Fuck you and die you liar”.

Akainu sigh, he was used to being sworn at and asked to die, at this point it was normal. He instead changed subject by asking why HE did it. "I told you, I want to get the fuck out of here" said the young man, tear rolling down his face.

He then went on how he couldn't take any of the test made on him. That he couldn't keep on living like this. That he wasn't even allowed to see anyone other than people who didn't give a shit about him. That he couldn't keep up with all the expectation put on him, as if he was nothing more than a guinea pig. That he couldn't keep up with all the torture he was put through. That he just wanted to end this. How he hated this place. How he hated all the people in here. How he hated himself. How he hated his messed up mind. Everything was just too much now.

Kyosuke had stopped in his rant, looking at the man, confused. “Why the fuck are YOU crying?” he asked harshly but overall extremely confused. Akainu was just as confused, straightening up to sit correctly, realising he was, in fact, crying. Maybe it was too much hearing him state all that was wrong. Maybe it was too much hearing the normally energetic and joking young man telling he hated himself and just wanted to die.

A chuckled escape Akainu's lips, confusing the young test subject even more, whipping away his tears. “I don't know” he admitted, putting his glasses back up, glancing at Kyosuke with a tired and sad smile. “I'm sorry about everything” he whispered as he looked away.

He wasn't expecting forgiveness, he knew he didn't deserve it. He wasn't a good man. He knew he couldn't get him out of there. He knew everything would most likely get back to what they were before. He knew that even if he promised him that thing would get better, things wouldn't. At least not for Kyosuke.

He could remember the first time they met, how Kyosuke seemed to like him and trust him blindly. He was just a kid at the time after all and nothing more than observation was made on him. He was trusting him so much since he was the nice nurse bringing him sweets and taking care of him. He was so innocent at the time.

Then they became scientist and test subject. Kyosuke had grown to be a rebellious teenager, always trying to make his life harder than it should be. They had a sort of hateful yet friendly relationship, he wasn't sure what it was. He just knew he had a fire in himself burning, ready to annoy Akainu as much as possible.

And here they were now, Akainu covered by Kyosuke blood, both tired and reaching a final breaking point, even if they were different points. One was a middle-aged man, overworked and maybe under stress all the time even if he wasn't feeling it. The other was a young man in his early twenty, tired of his life and already ready to die. What a great duo they were. They were both missing the old time when everything was doing fine.

“I really fucked this up, didn't I?” asked Akainu, a ghost of a nostalgic smile on his lips as he was thinking about how things were at the beginning. “Yeah” scoffed Kyosuke, turning to look back at the man “But you're not the root of the problem” he said, something deep in him still wanting to reassure him. Boy was he messed up for wanting to reassure him even after all this.

"True" admitted Akainu, his hand slowly replacing Kyosuke hair. "Your old man will be the death of us" he whispered, knowing well neither of them could get out of there. This seems to make the other one laugh, as it was something he already knew, saying "Tell me something I don't know".

They were doomed to die here and he was fucking everything up when he could at least try to make thing better for both of them. He always has had the younger man life in his hand and he hadn't taken care of it, instead, he ruined it even more.

"I could find a way to get us out of here and try to survive outside" he suggested even if one could already tell he was set on trying to do that. He was tired to live like this, as much as he loved doing experiment all he wanted, he was still just a puppet, as much as he didn't want to admit it. It was a hard task. It was a dangerous task. It would be really hard to hide after.

His motivation grew stronger when he could see a flame building back in the young man eyes. Yeah, he should at least try that.

#tw suicide attempt #tw force injection #kyosuke hamada #akainu fuyuda #short story #my ocs #original fiction

[transtech-zine]

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Episode 4: “Dark Web” Written by: Ian Weir Broadcast: 7/7/01

Blackarachnia patrols the city at night when the Autobots get notified of a silent alarm being set off.  Blackarachnia, nearest to the crime scene, swings in alone, and discovers Megatron and a team of Decepticon volunteers stealing supplies from a refinery.  She stalks through the shadows and the machinery, observing the Decepticons’ actions and waiting for backup.

Suddenly, Blackarachnia is attacked.  She whips around to face her opponent, finding herself up against a shadowy doppelganger of herself.  She’s unable to put up a good fight, as her double hits stronger and reacts faster than she does.  Blackarachnia is flung into a silo, which collapses into rubble on top of her.  Debris above her shifts and moves, as if her double is coming back to finish the job…  But when she is freed, ready to retaliate, she finds Silverbolt.  She passes out.

While unconscious, Blackarachnia dreams of her doppelganger stalking through a twisted world of spiderwebs.  In this vision, it uses Blackarachnia’s telekinetic powers and deadly weapons to eliminate her friends one by one; then it comes across Silverbolt…

Blackarachnia wakes up in the medbay, with Silverbolt at her bedside.  He gently explains to her that the Decepticons got away, and while he did find signs of a scuffle, he never saw the thing that attacked her.  She discharges herself from the medbay, refusing to rest until she has come up with a strategy to defeat the monster and protect her friends.

Blackarachnia locks herself in her lab and refuses to see anyone – not even Silverbolt.  Her inner voice keeps telling her that neither she nor her friends will be safe until she has created a weapon powerful enough to destroy the shadow creature.  Over the next few days, Blackarachnia creates a series of guns.  Every time she falls asleep, she tests her latest weapon in her dream; it is never enough to defeat her double, spurring her on to make deadlier and more dangerous weapons when she wakes up again.

Silverbolt knocks on her lab door to show her something, but Blackarachnia pushes him away.  She has finally completed her most powerful design: the Vamparc Ribbon, a weapon that leeches spark energy from its target as a power source for a violent energy blast.

The shadow manifests again, and her fight with it takes her out of her lab and into the Citadel.  Here she finds that similar doppelgangers lurk around every corner, trying to contain her.  Feeling under attack, Blackarachnia makes her way through the building, firing off pot shots at each assailant.

Overwhelmed by the shadows’ numbers, Blackarachnia dives into a surveillance room, where she finds the tallest doppelganger yet.  Though she threatens and attacks the creature, it keeps evading her attacks.  With no interest in fighting her, the thing slams a button down on the surveillance console, revealing to Blackarachnia that since leaving the lab, she’s been fighting Autobots and Maximals – and security camera footage from the refinery shows that there was no assailant that night.  With new clarity, Blackarachnia turns to see that her latest opponent was Silverbolt himself.  The two embrace, with both worried about what’s happening to her…

From Blackarachnia’s voicebox, Starscream vaingloriously explains that he has been haunting her from inside her mind as part of a revenge plot to destroy everything she loves for her part in ousting him from the Beast Wars.  He throws her around using her own telekinetic power.

Blackarachnia gives Silverbolt the Vamparc Ribbon, urging him to shoot her with it.  Starscream guides the two of them into a dramatic standoff where he threatens to force Blackarachnia to shoot herself in the head.  Silverbolt is first on the trigger.  The Vamparc Ribbon drains energy from Starscream’s spark.  The Decepticon is shocked; this is the first thing in millions of years to have hurt him.  He is forced to retreat.

Blackarachnia is back in the medbay, recovering from the physical trauma.  She tells Silverbolt that in future she’ll listen to him when he tries to help.  But she rests uneasy, knowing that Starscream could strike again at any time.

Meanwhile, Starscream returns to the Decepticons, presenting Megatron and Shockwave with the blueprints for Blackarachnia’s new weapons.

Episode 5: “Field Test” Written by: Len Wein Broadcast: 14/7/01

While planning their next move in combating the Decepticons, Autobot High Command receives a transmission from Shockwave.  Shockwave, apparently

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wearied by having to fraternise with the unintelligent Scavenger, offers him as a prisoner to the Autobots, giving them co-ordinates to where they can pick him up.

Optimus Prime immediately suspects a trap.  Cheetor agrees, but with no leads as to where the Decepticons are hiding, he suggests that triggering the trap is the best way of tailing them back to their base.  In the meantime, he tasks Rattrap and Nightscream with triangulating the origin of Shockwave’s transmission.

Cheetor leads a strike team of Optimus, Blackarachnia, Silverbolt, Botanica, and two Maximal Security Force officers (MaxCops) to the rendezvous point, which turns out to be Kalis, a ghost town now overgrown with technorganic plants.  Blackarachnia explains that during the Great War, Kalis was a minor township that was used by the Decepticon Science Division as testing grounds for experimental weapons, before the area had to be abandoned for safety reasons.  Optimus Prime obliquely hints that there is more to the story than Blackarachnia knows.

The team comes across a containment cell in the town square.  As they cautiously approach it, suspecting a trap, the container collapses open, revealing not Scavenger, but a bulky, armoured, heavily armed robot.  A viewport lights up on the interior of the cell, from which Shockwave introduces the robot as an Immorticon, first of a new race of sparkless Decepticon soldiers.

The Immorticon steps forward and executes the two MaxCops, causing the rest of the Autobots to duck for cover.  While it advances, a strange wave of energy pulses from underground, washing over the team, but seeming to have no effect.  Silverbolt squares up against the Immorticon, but as he readies himself for his steel skin ability, he instead receives a precognitive vision of being flung aside by its fist – a vision that comes true in short order.  As Cheetor tries to receive his own flash of foresight, he is enveloped in vines, and he realises that the energy wave has swapped their Transcendence powers around!

While the Autobot team scrambles to evade their new foe, back in Cybertropolis, Rattrap and Nightscream have made no progress discovering the Decepticon hideout.  Instead, they’ve discovered a series of unusual transmissions being sent and received from Kalis.  To investigate further, they head towards the town on a shuttle.

Optimus Prime has paired up with Blackarachnia, and they talk each other through their swapped powers.  While Optimus quickly masters her telekinesis to attack the Immorticon, Blackarachnia struggles to activate his energy weapons.  Optimus tells her that Kalis was really abandoned because it was being used as a burial site for disused doomsday weapons; he suspects a still-active device underground is responsible for their power swap.  The Immorticon fires a charged shot at them with its powerful beam distributor ray – and in the nick of time, Blackarachnia uses Optimus’ ability to fashion an energy shield, protecting them, but levelling the building around them.

The Immorticon breaks out of the rubble and falters briefly, before transforming into vehicle mode and setting off after Cheetor, Silverbolt, and Botanica.  Blackarachnia reasons that the Immorticon has only rudimentary intelligence, and that it is being shepherded by Shockwave.  Cheetor, who has been listening in via the comms, tasks Optimus Prime and Blackarachnia with going underground and locating the power exchanger.  Meanwhile, Cheetor and the team are going to try and survive long enough to understand the Immorticon’s full capabilities.

As the Immorticon trundles towards them in tank mode, Botanica acts as bait, reflecting its bullets and beams.  Cheetor attempts to ensnare the Immorticon’s treads with vines while Silverbolt gets in some hits; the flyer manages to sever its ray gun, but he is distracted by an unexpected premonition, and the Immorticon blasts them with its pulse cannons.  Underground, Optimus Prime and Blackarachnia explore the disused weapons storage facility.  While she advises the Autobots on how best to counter her own weapon designs, Optimus surreptitiously plants detonation charges around the area.

Rattrap and Nightscream arrive on their shuttle.  Rattrap discovers the coded transmission through which Shockwave controls the Immorticon; Nightscream emits a sonic scream on the same frequency and Shockwave is immobilised.  The team watches in suspense as the Immorticon freezes… and reboots on its most basic programming: find and destroy Optimus Prime!

As the automaton pursues them, Blackarachnia asks Optimus how to identify the ability exchanger.  Optimus admits that the only thing he knows is that the entire cache of weapons is too dangerous to fall into Decepticon hands; maybe in destroying all of it, he’ll find the right device.  Blackarachnia is shocked by his self-sacrifice, but Optimus insists that, with the Immorticon following him, his being at the centre of the explosion is the only way to take it down.

Blackarachnia returns to the surface and the Autobots flee in Rattrap and Nightscream’s ship to a safe distance.  Inside the facility, Optimus Prime has a showdown with the Immorticon, giving it a dramatic speech about the choices one can make to change the path of one’s life… but the Immorticon is sparkless, and doesn’t comprehend what he is saying, so Optimus pulls the trigger.

The demolition charges are detonated, and explosions spread throughout Kalis.  The Autobots wait with bated breath as the city is levelled by the collapse of its foundations…  But an orange bubble of energy emerges through the debris.  Optimus Prime has survived thanks to the shield technique he learned from Blackarachnia, and his use of his own power signals to the team that their abilities have been restored.  The Immorticon’s armour is melted and its circuits fried; they’ve won.

Cheetor has Optimus airlifted to safety, but is irritated at him for planning such a suicidal mission.  Optimus insists that it was the only way to stop the Immorticon.  Cheetor is troubled; this was only one Immorticon, and they don’t know if it was operating to the fullest of its abilities.  It killed two Maximals and was only stopped with an unrepeatable explosion – what will it take to stop an army of them?

My primary inspiration for “Dark Web” is apparently so obscure that instead of being able to link to it, I’m going to have to take a moment to explain it.  When I was growing up, I owned The Official Spider-Man Annual 1997, a 1996 UK publication featuring a handful of comic stories.  One of these comics was called “The Spider-Shadow!”; during a fight with Mysterio, Spider-Man gets his head trapped in a fishbowl helmet, which he instantly shatters.  From that point onward, Spider-Man is hounded by a monstrous doppelgänger of himself which knows all his weaknesses and nearly defeats him.  It’s only through context clues - such as passerby J Jonah Jameson lambasting his “solo acrobatics act” - that he realises that the Spider-Shadow was never there, and that the supposedly-shattered fishbowl helmet is still on his head, casting the monster as an illusion.  Spidey captures Mysterio and goes home to MJ’s spaghetti carbonara.

UPDATE: I found the annual in question, and you can read the comic here.

This came to mind when plotting out the Blackarachnia/Starscream rematch.  What could Starscream do with his ghostly powers to enact his revenge?  Blackarachnia has gone through a lot in the long, long time since “Possession”, having swapped faction, embraced her feelings for Silverbolt, and adopted her found family.  Starscream’s plan hinges on driving her paranoia to such a point that she could harm her own friends.  In earlier drafts, the double appeared in reflections as Blackarachnia’s Beast Wars bodies.

In establishing a villain that can get inside your head as an unstoppable ghost, you also need to come up with a way to stop him from doing the same thing every episode, hence the introduction of the Vamparc Ribbon.  The Vamparc Ribbon is a weapon introduced in IDW’s “Autocracy” series, though in one of this zine’s little kisses with history, I pretend like it was introduced during Transtech.  Since it draws its power from spark energy, it’s not an ethical weapon to have; consequently, Blackarachnia only goes to use it when the threat is that high.

The implication of the end is that, as part of the army-building throughline in these early episodes, the weapons Blackarachnia developed are for use by the Immorticons, and that stealing the blueprints was Starscream’s secondary objective.

The Blackarachnia art here is by the excellent Erica @transgirlsoundwave Walsh.  As mentioned before, I don’t rate Blackarachnia’s concept art designs very highly, so outside of a checklist of things, Erica was free to make her own design.  I asked Erica to create a Blackarachnia that hearkened back to her Beast Wars appearance; I provided the design for her head, and asked that Erica include a spider abdomen that becomes a helicopter cockpit for a vehicular mode, and twin helicopter rotors that form the spider legs.  While sketching out her ideas, Erica went the extra mile and came up with a transformation scheme as well:

As popular fiction will tell you, a faceless army of identical soldiers will always lose out to a small band of heroes.  With all-out warfare on the cards for episodes 12 and 13, there needed to be an earlier story establishing the level of threat an Immorticon poses, before swathes of them are cut through in the finale.  So this episode is my “Dalek”.

A lot of this episode is the “show, don’t tell” counterpart of the Immorticons’ earlier character bio.  You could tell the audience it has deadly weapons, but instead you could kill off two MaxCops.  You can tell the audience it has rudimentary intelligence, or you could demonstrate what happens when it loses its control signal.  You could say it’s tough, or you could only have it be defeated by levelling an entire town on it.  The Immorticon’s most basic programming is deliberate setup for “Rusty”, where I downplay what I think is an amazing pun in calling it the Prime Directive.

It helps the Immorticon’s reputation that the Autobots are on the back foot, having had their powers exchanged.  This couldn’t be a power innate to Immorticons, because then they could use it every week, so there had to be an outside reason for it to happen.  This dovetailed into my search for a condemned part of Cybertron to use as a battleground, so I chose Kalis.  In the Marvel UK comics, Kalis was home to the secret base of mad scientist Flame, who used an army of zombies to deter intruders from uncovering his plans to turn Cybertron into a mobile battle station.  The guy invented zombies, and that wasn’t even his primary objective.  So Flame’s two-pronged attack is extrapolated into the backstory of the Decepticon Science Division and its many doomsday weapons.  As with “Ancient Relics”, there’s lore implications here.

Silverbolt misusing Cheetor’s power is supposed to be a great comedy moment.  Optimus giving the Immorticon a characteristic speech is an odd comedic beat, but I think I was intending to show that he considers levelling the city to be a last resort.

Optimus again acts as if he’s the main hero; the Immorticons’ Prime Directive reflects that the Decepticons consider him that as well.  Though he’s on better terms with Cheetor at this point, he still seems to be ready to sacrifice himself as if every battle is the final one.  It’s a good job for him that Blackarachnia is slightly more imaginative with his Green Lantern powers.

#Transformers #Transtech

[starryseo]

freedom. | han jisung

pairing ↠ jisung x gender neutral!reader

genre ↠ angst? fluff? more to come? superhero au tho!!!

wc ↠ 2371

summary ↠ can a league of gifted people overcome the ruling government and finally find freedom?

warnings ↠ surprisingly none!

a/n ↠ just a prologue to start off this series! more character development and interactions coming in the next chapters!! this was previously named eunoia fyi!

[ prologue ]

[ age 5 ]

You had no clue what was happening.

Your mother was acting strange, hugging you tightly as your father repeated that everything would be okay. You kept laughing their actions off, giggling, “It’s just New Years, don’t be scared.”

But that was yesterday. As soon as the clocks struck 6 o’clock the next morning, government officials had barged into your room, waking you up from your sleep. They were dressed in pure white suits, helmets fitted around their heads, masking their faces. Although you always saw them patrolling public areas, you had never seen them venture into homes unless with the police.

You barely had a moment to wonder what they were doing here, your parent’s endless pleas for them to leave you alone overwhelming your mind, yet their shouts fell on deaf ears as the officials grabbed you, one man cuffing your hands behind your back as he took you away, two others holding your parents back.

You struggled against the metal, crying out for your parents as he forced you out of the door, their figures blurring as the distance between you grew.

The man took you to a black van, small lights lining the inside roof and revealing a  woman sitting inside. She smiled as you came in, the corners of her lips curving into a smirk as the lights casted an eerie glow over her features. Her hair was in a meticulous bun, not a single strand out of place, and her posture was completely perfect, yet your eyes focused on her impatiently tapping against the clipboard on her lap. Ushering you over with a wave, she pulled a key from her pocket; with hesitant steps you walked over, glancing over at the two other children already there. You recognised Daehyun and Hyerin instantly, the three of you living on the same street and going to the same school. Once you reached the woman, she asked you to turn around; unlocking the handcuffs around you, throwing them over to the man who had brought you here.

“Sit down over there,” she instructed, pointing next to Hyerin. You took a seat next to her, the man finally shutting the door, drenching you in darkness. The silence was enough to keep you quiet and you felt Hyerin loosely hold onto your hand. You could feel her shaking, so you squeezed her hand to calm her despite your own quivering.

After you, they had brought in five other children, all of whom went to your school. You rode in silence the whole time, only the sniffling of the other kids being heard.

You guessed that at least half an hour had passed since you were taken into the van. The same man that had dragged you away from your parents opened the car’s doors, making you form a line outside it. They had driven you to a massive building, painted in a clean white. The windows were tinted a dark blue, not letting your eyes see what was happening inside. You looked around to see other children your age pouring out of more black vans. They all looked equally terrified, most holding hands and staying close together.

The officials led you all in groups inside the building, taking you into a large hall with men in suits standing on the stage at the front. Once everyone was brought in, one man stood at the podium, tapping on the microphone before speaking, “Welcome, boys and girls of District 9. Today is a very special day for everyone here, does anyone know why?”

He chuckled as no one spoke up, “It’s because we get to see if there are any gifted children here today. Doesn’t that sound amazing?” You shuddered as a smirk crossed his face before he continued, “Begin the process.”

With that final statement he left the stand, leaving the hall with the group of suited men. As soon as he was out of sight, the officials took their groups out, one after the other. When it was your turn to leave, they took you to a room where you had to sit down. One by one, they called out your names, sending you into an adjoining area. Each child returned from the room just as anxious, only with a new blue wristband wrapped around them.

“y/n, enter.”

You held onto the door knob, the cold metal doing little to cool down your nerves before you took a deep breath, pushing down on the handle. You entered to see a middle-aged man sitting at a desk, a chair across from him. He waited for you to sit down, the leather chair looking exquisite yet feeling rough beneath you.

“So, y/n, do you know why you’re here?”

You shook your head, his kind façade making you wary of everything he was saying.

“All I’m going to do is put a magnet in front of you, okay?” He didn’t wait for a reply, immediately opening a drawer to take said object out. As soon as he put it on the table, it shook ever so slightly before staying stationary. “Interesting…” he mumbled, pulling out a metal key now.

Just like before, the key trembled the tiniest amount before staying still.

“Thank you, y/n.” He grinned, before continuing, “For being extra good, you can have a special green wristband, okay?” He gestured for you to put your arm out as he took out the band, wrapping it tautly against your wrist. “You can leave now.”

You rushed out of there as quickly possible, skin crawling as you heard the man pick up the phone, “Group 7 completed. Only one…”

As soon as you shut the door, you sat back down, eyes glued to the floor. You could feel the stares of the officials, the light glaring off their opaque masks harshly. Immediately, they stood up, ordering for you all to form a line. They led you out and you noticed lots of other groups doing the same. You walked down several corridors before stopping at an intersection of sorts. There was a single machine that children were walking through, one official standing on the other side, directing them where to go next.

So many children before you were sent to the right, out the doors to what you had hoped was freedom, but as you walked through, the official took one look at your green wristband and said two words that still haunt you.

“Go left.”

[ age 7 ]

The minute hand was so close to, yet it had never been further from, striking 6 o’clock. The officials had locked you in your rooms, having informed you yesterday that, until midday, you would have to stay there. You nestled between two boys, Jisung and Hanbin, all of you peering out of the small window.

“I can’t see,” Yerin whined, trying to weasel her way to see. The four of you shared a room, two bunk beds taking up most of the space and a small chest of drawers (only filled with your uniforms) occupying the rest.

You watched from above as groups of children filed out of the black vans – the same black vans you had come out of, just like them. They followed the same procedure you had, disappearing into the building and, if you listened carefully, you could hear the faint commotion of footsteps on the ground floor.

You hated this. You hated watching helplessly from your window, no way to tell these kids to fight back, do something, anything, other than play into their hands without a fight. Jisung was banging on the window, shouting out for the kids to run away, but you knew his attempts were futile. They were just as useless as the year before.

January 1st was a date you had come to fear, knowing children would come in, forced to forget the life they had since these white walls were the only things that would encompass them for the years to come. You always wondered how your parents were – had they forgotten about you? What were Daehyun and Hyerin doing with their lives now; were they in school having fun? Why couldn’t you get the blue wristband?

[ age 10 ]

Telekinesis.

That was the power you had. The power that should have made you feel strong and mighty, yet you hated what it had done to you.

This power took away your freedom.

It was an innate ability, the head scientist explained, a week after you had joined.

“Only a small minority of people from each District are lucky enough to have these abilities,” he continued, but you all knew you weren’t ‘lucky’ at all.

“But why us?” Jisung shouted, and you grabbed his hand, pulling him down to hide from the officials who were suddenly alert that someone was speaking out of order. You could see their hands moving to their weapons, only returning to their upright postures when the scientist waved his hand for them to stop.

“You’re an idiot, Jisung, just stay quiet.” You mumbled, glad the officials weren’t on guard anymore. Jisung had a terrible habit of testing their limits and facing drastic consequences, only to repeat it all over again. You hated seeing him in trouble, mostly because he’d come back from wherever they took him, filled with more anger than you thought was possible in a 10 year old.

“That is an interesting question,” the scientist used at Jisung’s outburst, “and the answer’s very clear! You have these powers because the universe thinks you’re capable of having them - only you guys are strong enough to use these powers to serve your country, understand? Thank you all.” And with that, he left the stage.

The guards opened the doors and led you out in lines to the cafeteria.

“It’s a load of rubbish,” Jisung grumbled, stabbing his spoon into the mash potatoes on his tray.

“What is?” Felix asked, eating his food a lot more calmly than Jisung.

“Everything that stupid scientist said,” Jisung exclaimed, keeping his voice as low as possible so the officials walking around didn’t hear. He gestured the group closer to him before continuing, “I heard some older guys talking about how, after you leave this place, the government send you on missions abroad to fight in wars, just so they can expand their land and get more resources. We’re not ‘serving our country’ like that idiot said, they want us to kill other people just so they can rule over everything. We’re like… We’re like pawns for them, nothing but little kids they can replace every year.”

“Can we have one dinner - just one - where Jisung isn’t going all government crazy?” Hyunjin sighed, pushing around the vegetables on his plate. “You hate this place, we get it, but you can’t do much - the officials could beat you up so easily.”

“Just think about it, though, there’s-”

“Just stop, Jisung!” you blurted, “We can’t get out of here, we’re just kids, so stop trying and get used to it.”

He was quiet after that.

The only good thing to come out of being here was the people you met. There was Felix from District 4 and Seungmin from District 3. You loved Felix’s fire powers – he would always make the most magnificent, yet miniscule, fireworks, only to be extinguished by Seungmin shooting streams of water at them. The three of you shared recon training and were put in the same group, so you had learned very quickly to listen and trust one another.

Jisung had also befriend Hyunjin from the first District and Jeongin from the sixth. Hyunjin had air powers which were amazing at cooling you all down after training, especially when you battled outside in the heat. Although Jeongin was younger than you all, you welcomed him with open arms.

You remembered the day after he arrived. The officials make you start training as soon as possible. Most kids from his District looked sinister, huddling in a dark corner which everyone avoided. You had wondered why everyone was scared of them – they were only 5 years old and even the teenagers were quivering as they walked past them. And then your thoughts were answered.

Some older children, a couple of years older than yourself, were picking on a few District 6 kids, including Jeongin; you caught parts of their arguments, just stupid insults, yet, to this day, you never understood when they said it was “all the Dark District’s fault” that you were all stuck here. Those kids were stuck here too, so how were they to blame?

Jisung had interfered before the guards did. It was idiotic of him, lifting the biggest kid that was shouting into the air and tossing him aside like rubbish. You watched as the two remaining kids’ hands lit up in a blinding white. Although you admired Jisung’s courage fighting the older children, you tried shouting out for him to leave it but he ignored you, his own hands lighting up in a mixture of purple and black. Other children formed a ring around the three, incessantly shouting, “Fight! Fight!”

The guards had finally arrived, luckily no one had taken any punches yet, but after they dragged Jisung away, you didn’t see him for a whole week. The day he came back he was fuming but quiet - deadly silent, even. He came back with no light in his eyes and, from then on, his hatred for this place grew tenfold.

From day one he had come up with the most elaborate plans to escape this hellhole. But they were all for nought. It seemed that the government poured every ounce of cash they had into funding this place, constructing an inescapable building, geared with the highest security and latest technology. Everything confining you was anti-magic, the windows bounced back any attacks that hit them and the doors had sensors on them, warning guards if anyone ever tried to leave.

Yet Jisung’s mind never stopped whirring with the riskiest, most daring, ideas - and he would let no one stop him from carrying them out.

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[bad-wolf-911]

Everything Can Change (All Might X Reader) #1

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Synopsis: (Y/N) hates All Might with all of her being. But when she finally get to meet the guy, she can't place that feeling in her heart. And does Toshinori feel something for the girl too? He knows that is wrong, but rules were meant to be broken, right? 

Warnings: Underage

Help: (Y/N) = Your name    (L/N) = Last name    (h/c) = hair color    (e/c) = eye color

The girl walks into the school, staring at the front of the place while thinking: What the hell am I doing here?

(Y/N) studied for the exams and passed with the best marks, of course, behind Bakugou. In the second test, again, her score was huge, this time even higher than the blond for saving some people. But, all this, for what? To show that All Might was only a strong man and that his ego was greater than his power. Since meeting Midorya and Bakugou, her hatred of All Might only increased. Izuku always talked about how incredible he was and that he was the best hero, but inside the (h/c) knew she wanted to hear that for herself. When Katsuki distanced from the two, she decided to try to change Izuku's way of thinking about the hero, but the more he talked about him, the more the boy showed that All Might was perfect in every way. Of course, the kid without a Quirk would idolize the Symbol of Peace. While the eldest possessed the greatest force in the world, (Y/N) could levitate things as she pleased, her Quirk was Telekinesis, but not quite like Izuku's mother who could levitate small things, the girl could raise whole buildings, she never tested, but knew she could do it.

While entering the school, she noticed that most of the students had Quirks that appeared physically, that’s why she liked her Quirk, because it was something discreet and she never liked to draw too much attention in the wrong way for her quirk. The bell rang and the girl tried to run to get there before the teacher, however, he was already at the door, and he held a physical education uniform.

"It's kind of sudden, but put this on and go into the field." the teacher says, his tired eyes looking at each of the students.

A few moments later, they were all outside and then:

"A Quirk evaluation test?" the students ask, making the (h/c) plug her ears with her fingers.

The girl ignored what was beeing said by the teacher from there, only stopping when she heard her name being called.

"(L/N), you finished in first place on the practical exam, right?" the girl nods, making all eyes turn her way.

Bakugou seemed about to explode, finding out who had overtaken him and defeat the person was his new goal.

"In essence, what was your best result in softball pitching?"

"54,8 meters." she says, lowering her head slightly, clearly ashamed.

"So try to do with your Quirk."

(Y/N) positioned herself in the circle, holding the ball, feeling it’s weight and it’s density.

"You can do whatever you want, as long as you stay in the circle." he explained quickly "Quick. Give it all you got."

"I don’t even need to move…" The girl loosens the ball, making it float in the palm of her hand, and then the object flies away with a unmatched speed.

"Know your ceiling first." the teacher turns to the class "This is the most rational way to form a foundation of a hero." then the brunet shows the device in his hand, marking 842.8 meters.

The students begin to comment with each other, talking obvious nonsense about the course of heroes. Suddenly the mood changes, making the girl come back from her dream world.

"Those who arrive last in the eight tests will be judged as having no potential and will be punished with expulsion."

A (h/c) smiles, there’s no chance that she would come last, even if she tried to lose. All the tests would be easy and it would pass smoothly, she was sure. The only one who was more likely to be sent away was Midorya, his Quirk was very unstable, maybe that's why he never used it in his childhood. The girl was sure that the boy would not use his Quirk, leaving him with the last place, destroying his dreams once and for all.

"Welcome to the AU Heroes Course!" the teacher says, smiling sadistically.

At that moment, Katsuki and (Y/N) thought the same thing, a chance to show they were the best. Bakugou looks at the girl without her noticing and stares at her for a few seconds, trying to understand her.

While the teacher argued with the students, the (h/c) tried to remember who this teacher was, she did not know any hero like him, if she discovered his Quirk maybe she could remember his name. When she remembered that her teacher was a hero, she remembered that All Might would be one of the teachers! Her smile faded, she thought she would only see his face about two to three times in her life. Now she would see the blond almost every day, she wanted to die at that moment. How had she forgotten this detail?

As the teacher finished speaking, the tests began. The first test was speed. (Y/N) ended up doing the test with Iida, arriving a few milliseconds behind the brunette, who was impressed by her speed. Bakugou was a few rounds later, almost reaching the speed of the (h/c).

The second test was strength. One of the students with several arms reached 540 kg, but the girl passed everyone, being able to break the force device with her telekinesis.

"Wow, she broke the device!" one of the boys spoke, catching Midorya's attention.

The third test was long jump. Again coming in first.

The fourth test was repeated side jump. (Y/N) just could not get past the purple boy. She got too dizzy before she got more jumps first. That kid was strange, she thought.

The fifth test was ball-throwing. The girl was left out, since she had already done her part in the test. In Izuku's turn, she hoped the boy would use his quirk, but when he threw the ball, his pitch was only 46 meters. When she looked at the teacher, she quickly noticed who he was. Aizawa Shouta, better known as Eraserhead, his Quirk was to erase the Quirk of an individual who was looking at. Few people knew him for working at night and out of cameras and spotlights. The brunette had just erased Midorya's Quirk, leaving the boy perplexed when he realized who it was. The bandages that had once been around his neck wrapped around him and pulled the boy to him, talking to the boy in a low voice.

Apparently, he had gained one more chance, since he had picked up the ball again and was preparing to throw it. (Y/N) noticed his finger lighting up in a strange light and the ball flew away, breaking the sound barrier easily. The girl smiled faintly, she knew her friend could do it, at least his efforts were not in vain. She hoped that one day she and Izuku could fight side by side, the boy had great potential for heroism. When the (h/c) saw Bakugou’s face, she began to laugh loudly, not caring if anyone was listenning. Suddenly, Katsuki goes to Izuku running fast, causing the girl to stop laughing immediately, worried about her friend. But Aizawa was faster than the blonde, trapping him with his bandages.

"Damn... Do not make me use my Quirk again and again. I get dry eyes." with that, the girl's laughter came back more powerful than the last.

After all the tests, stretches, abs and long distance running. The girl could see her score diminishing in her mind, she was never good at anything that had to do with the body. When Aizawa showed the score she saw that she had gotten sixth place, she realized that she had to improve her physical conditioning, otherwise she would be left behind. But what worried her the most was Izuku’s score, the boy was in last place! She walked to the boy to try to comfort him, but the professor interrupted.

"I was lying about the expulsion." Midorya was white with that confirmation.

A while later, after the classes were finished, (Y/N) saw Izuku leaving the room, going home. She ran after the boy to try to accompany him.

"Izuku!" The girl calls from far away, smiling at the boy.

"(Y/N)!" the boy says, turning his body to look at the girl with Iida who was on his side.

Suddenly another person calls the boy.

"Hey! You three!" the girl comes running, arriving at the two boys quickly.

"Uraraka!"

"You're the infinity girl." says Iida, the (h/c) laughs with the verification.

"I am Uraraka Ochako."

The four go to the station, talking animated. For some time the girl did not have friends, besides Izuku, she missed the time when she was a child and everyone got along. She was sure the next day would be even more interesting.

#allmight #all might #all might x reader #x reader #reader insert #romance #bnha #bnha spoilers #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #aizawa shouta #first meeting #first crush #first love

[v0rd1g4n]

The Thunder Games

This is it, the last episode of the Thundermans. I wanted to write this the day after I watched it, but I needed more time to write all I had to say about it, and it’s pretty long so... let’s start.

This episode begins right after the previous one, with Max and Phoebe impatiently waiting for President Kickbutt’s call to announce if they made it to the Z-Force championship, and of course they did, so they immedately celebrate in their own way.

The twins got prepared and right before teleporting to the Z-Force facility in Metroburg, they gave us a very interesting scene of Phoebe staring at Max,which made me think: “Find someone that looks at you the way Phoebe looks at Max”

And what’s the first thing they do once they arrived? Being so close to each other like they always do, of course.

There’s a short scene where Phoebe tries to be friendly with one of the girls, but she didn’t react the way she expected. There was a time when I mentally said; “What the hell?” What is this girl doing in a Hero contest? Is this girl a hero or a villain? I don’t know but we got one last chance to hear Phoebe’s recurring joke of faking her voice, something I always loved xD

Then a guy from the Z-Force appears in the room and presented the heroes to the first test. I don’t know about you, but I hated this guy since the first time I saw him. He’s not even funny, but I guess that was the purpose of this character.

After the heroes escape from a dangerous situation, they meet a new character called “The Gamer” (Balfour), who immediately flirts with Phoebe. Of course Max was not gonna let that happen, so he started to make fun of him.

This guy proceeds to demonstrate his powers (which turned out to be body controlling via a gamepad) and after a funny situation, Max and Phoebe decided to team-up with him.

I’m gonna be sincere with you guys, I didn’t like this new character, but trust me, it doesn’t mean I think it’s a bad character, no, not at all, it’s just my opinion. Somehow, he reminded me of Link.

Once I cleared this up... Back in the Thundermans house, Billy and Nora try to replace Max and Phoebe as the protectors of Hiddenville, but there’s somehting I immediately noticed: they looked younger than they looked in the previous episodes, at least one year younger. I know this is because of the order they filmed the episodes, but at least they should’ve tried to delay this all they could. Again, just my opinion.

As I was saying, Billy and Nora tell their parents what they were planning to do, but of course they underestimate them and decided to protect the city without them.

Back in the Z-Force facility, Max, Phoebe and the rest of the competitors are facing the second test, which consisted in a tough fight against each other. The twins were really close to lose but they’re saved by their new friend, The Gamer.

Let’s make a pause here to talk about the fight. It was a pretty cool scene I know, but I personally believe that Max and Phoebe could’ve ended the battle a lot faster. They both have a very advanced telekinesis, I mean... they stopped a meteor in mid-air. I’m sure they could’ve thrown a telekinetic wave and push everyone out of the green circle.

It’s a competition guys, and if I was in a situation like that, I wouldn’t risk to lose just because I don’t want to win the easy way, but yeah, that would’ve been so boring xD

Once the final competitors are selected based on the results of the test, we can see a funnny scene, where the writers showed us how they get rid of a non-important character xD Again, what is this hero-villain girl doing here?

When Balfour tells the twins about his sad story, they decide to invite him to their house for dinner, but did you see Max’s reaction? I don’t think he’s very happy with him being so close to “his Phoebe”, but let’s pretend it’s just my imagination :)

Back in the Thundermans house, Max and Phoebe arrived with their new friend, and they quickly get along together, but not before Hank insisted to tell one of his classic stories, and one of them reminded me of the episode “Who’s your mommy?” I think he mentioned the same villain back then.

Max and Phoebe made it to the lair, and then there’s an incredible reveal;  Balfour is actually Dr. Colosso’s son. I don’t rememer who said here in Tumblr that Dr. Colosso would have a son in one of the last episodes, but by the time I was watching this scene I totally forgot about it, so it was a big surprise for me.

After the dinner, Billy and Nora finally demonstrate their parents that they’re not the little kids they think they are, and are capable of being good heroes too. Oh I almost forgot, Bradford was there too xD

Back in Metroburg, after the final test has began, Balfour reveals how mad he is at the Thundertwins for ruining his life, and he quickly shows his trully hate by betray them.

But Max and Phoebe were smart enough and managed to defeat him in the last second, which only make him more angry, to the point of yelling he will get his revenge.

Max and Phoebe are so happy for getting in the Z-Force, but the dream of spending so much time together immediately vanishes, when that annoying man says that they have to fight against each other in order to chose one of them.

Did I mention that I hate this guy?

Max and Phoebe talk about what they have to do. On one hand they don’t want to fight their “partner in crime”, but on the other hand they really want to get in the Z-Force, so they agreed to fight so one of them could fulfill their dream.

And this is another moment that should not happen in this episode. In a perfect world the twins would never fight to each other just to be part of an elite group of heroes, but I understand that there must be a confilct so... yeah.

Far away from there, Balfour arrives at the Thundermans house and he immediatelty controls everyone with his powers, just to have fun and get his revenge, but he also turned his father back into a human, which is really cool because we haven’t seen him since the episode “Better Off Wed”.

In the meantime, Max and Phoebe’s fight begins. Thanks to this annoying guy, we get to see the Thundertwins fighting against each other, and we finally see how skilled they are. It was a pretty cool fight where they had to use all of their powers to win the battle.

Personally, I’ve been waited a long time for a fight like this, but I didn’t want to see the twins fighting against each other like that.

And yeah, in the heat of the battle, we could hear Max’s recurring joke about Phoebe’s pointy elbow one last time xD I still don’t know how they came up with this, but it’s cool they did.

Once Phoebe takes control of the fight by telekinetically lifting Max in the air, everything seems to be coming to an end, but then something happens.

Phoebe is having doubts with the idea of defeating her twin brother, and seems to lose her concentration.

Suddenly Max uses this on his favor and quickly breaks free from her telekinesis, and then he throws Phoebe out of the battlefield, winning the battle in an epic way.

But after seeing his beloved twin lying on the floor, finally defeated, he starts regretting for what he did. That’s when he realized that proving he was better than his sister all along, is not what he thought it would be.

Just look at his face, he genuinely looks so worried about Phoebe, but it’s too late for him to go and see if she’s okay, because he’s practically dragged out of the place by all those people..

After the though fight at the Z-Force, Phoebe returns to Hiddenville High and explains Cherry what happened exactly. She stated that her hand got hurt during the battle, but then we see that’s not true.

All right, at this point I’m sure of one thing, Max did win the battle. Some of you may disagree with me, but that’s what I think. I know that Phoebe said she let him win because she didn’t want to take Max’s dream away from him, but all he did was seeing an opportunity to defeat her, and that’s what he did.

He was focused on the fight and she wasn’t. He didn’t put all those feelings in the battlefield and she did. So in my opinion, Max earned his place in the Z-Force legitly.

Phoebe arrives at the house but she’s quickly controlled with one of Balfour’s micro-chips, and in a pure act of evil, he decides to put them all in a big cage, just like the one where Colosso used to live.

Max is finally in the headquarters of the Z-Force, and at some point he finds out what Balfour has done, so he wants to save them, but when that annoying guy tells him to put aside his family, Max realized that the Z-Force is not as cool as he thought, so he leaves the headquarters to save his family.

Once Balfour realized that Dr. Colosso seems to love Max more than him, he turns him into a rabbit again. Then Max arrives and tries to save his family, but he’s captured in the cage too. 

There was a time where Dr. Colosso disagrees with Balfour about Max’s fate, and that was very interesting because after all they’ve gone through, I knew Dr. Colosso would never hurt his best friend. He even prefered Max over his own son. That’s a friendship.

The villain explains his cruel plans to all of them and that’s when the family knew it was over, they would never be the same after this, so they began to cry and say good bye to each other. Everyone starts holding hands but when Max and Phoebe do this, something happens. (Yeah, they hold hands!)

Their hands start to glow and suddenly their twinpower is activated, which turned out to be some kind of electric wave that destroys the cage and the micro-chips at the same time.

They quickly escape from the cage and defeat Balfour in just a few seconds, but when Barb explains what could’ve unlocked their hidden twinpower, Phoebe tries to convince them about never holding hands before. Yeah, right.

As a punishment for his acts, Balfour is turned into a rabbit, just like his father, but you can clearly see (for waht he says to Max) that he’s still evil, even more evil than his father but... that’s how they solve the problem.

If you ask me, I think they should’ve sent him to Metroburg Superjail. Dr. Colosso is just a guy who likes to annoy people, but he’s not really that bad. On both season 2 and season 3 finale, he demonstrated how important is Max for him, but Balfour is dangerous, and deserves to be in prision, not Juvenile Jail.

And yeah, the twins share another look, just like old times. Please, just look at their faces and tell me that’s not love :)

During the last scenes of the episode, Max and Phoebe hold their hands again, but it’s clear that they have to practice how to use their new power. (Yeah, they hold hands again!)

Soon after, President Kickbutt arrives to explain that she fired this Commander guy, but re-hired him as her new assistant. Sometimes I love that woman xD

Evelyn proceeds to announce that Max and Phoebe are going to be the head of the Z-Force, but they’re not planning to work alone. 

Some time later, the whole family is ready to save the day, but that’s not an excuse for Max and Phoebe not to look at each other, like they always do. (Please, look at them!)

And right before running out of the house, Max forces me to change a big part of my fanfic Cornerstone, because he decided to rename the Z-Force to T-Force, and so other details too. Thanks Max, thanks.

And then we finally see the last scene, of course it was all we’ve been hoping for. An awesome way to end with an awesome show.

Overall, I really liked the final episode. Yeah, there are some things I didn’t like but that doesn’t mean it was bad. Like I previously said, I didn’t like the main antagonist, I would’ve prefered to see a powered Dark Mayhem fighting the thundertwins again, but just the two of them in a more dangerous battle.

I’d like to say that this is my favorite episode but I would be lying, my favorite is still Thunder in Paradise, but that doesn’t take away how awesome this season was. I didn’t call it the “Thundercest season” for nothing.

Thank you so much if you read this far. I’d like to read some opinions here :) Eveyone can write a comment, come one... they’re free! xD

#the thundermans #season 4 #the thunder games #max thunderman #phoebe thunderman #chloe thunderman #billy thunderman #nora thunderman #cherry #barb thunderman #hank thunderman #thundercest

[eddiesrichie]

Imperium-  Chapter 1

Woooahh thanks for the responses already! I’m really happy you guys are so excited for this fic. I am also pretty excited XD

It’s amusing reading what people think Richie’s power is. No one has guessed it hehe and I honestly doubt anyone will. 

Anyway, this is the prologue. I’m going to start chapter one and hopefully have it up next weekend. Thank you guys so much, and I hope you guys like it. 

Huge thank you to @reddieinthestars for being my beta <3 she really fixed it up. She’s amazing <3 

Eddie is on the run. He hightails it through the maze of boisterous students filling up the hallways of Derry High School, keeping his eyes locked on his best friend’s auburn hair in front of him. He can feel the hand tugging on the loop of his backpack, and he knows it’s Stan trying not to get lost as well. Eddie looks back to make sure the fourth person, Beverly, was still in their line, and she was.

They clamber into their first class, choosing to sit on the far side of the room as they always do. Bill takes the front seat; Eddie takes the chair behind him. Stan takes the seat to the right of Bill, while Beverly takes the seat to the left of him.

It’s silent for a moment between them as they get their notebooks and pencils out. Eddie takes an aspirin out of his fanny pack, swallowing it whole without water. He’s gotten over the need to use liquids with his pills. Eddie places the bottle of medicine on the corner of his desk.

“Hey, Eddie, I s-s-saw a sign saying that tra-track was having try-outs on F-Friday,” Bill brings up, turning around slightly to make eye contact.

Eddies hums with a nod. “I saw that too, and I am definitely going. You guys will come too, right?” he asks hopefully.

Beverly smiles sweetly, “Of course we’re going to go. We’ll be that group of kids just screaming in the bleachers for ya.”

Eddie groans, “Couldn’t imagine you guys doing anything else.” Stan chuckles from his chair, as he fumbles with his camera.

Eddie reaches for his backpack for one more thing, and his elbow accidentally hits his medicine bottle, knocking it off his desk. He doesn’t react; his heartbeat barely rises. There isn’t a colliding noise - or any noise at all - from the object hitting the floor.

Because it doesn’t touch the floor.

Eddie sets his planner on his desk before looking to his right to find his bottle and a few spilled pills floating in the air around it. He mutters, “Thanks, Bill,” and he collects the dropped objects.

“N-No problem,” Bill answers. “You would prob-probably lose ev-everything if it weren’t for m-me,” he teases.

Eddie flicks the back of Bill’s neck, “Shut up, Big Bill.”

His cheeks are beaming red, knowing that Bill was right. He once leaned too far over the cliff at the Quarry, and the walkman headphones on his head had fallen, pulling the music player out of his hand and over the edge. If it weren’t for Bill, he would’ve had to run to beg his mother for a new one, and she’d only bought him one in the first place when he’d convinced her that he needed it for school. She had always whined about it deafening him one day.

But then, she had a complaint about everything he did. Walking to school? Kidnapping. Bugs. Allergies. Not wearing clothes to bed? Hypothermia. There was nothing he could do that didn’t result in something outrageous in her mind.

Her poor little ‘Eddiebear.’

He remembers the first time Bill used his powers. He, Bill, and Stan had been sleeping over at the Denbroughs’ house, and they were trying to reach the highest shelf in the movie cabinet. They were only eight, so they were pretty short at the time. Bill and Stan were now nearly two feet taller, while Eddie had only grown a little bit over a foot since then.

Apparently, Bill’s parents gave him permission to watch their first scary movie by themselves. It was ‘Halloween’ and it was on the highest shelf. Bill was standing on a crouched Stan, reaching blindly for the movie when it happened.

One minute it was lying tauntingly on the shelf, and the next minute it flew right at Bill’s hand. Bill had no control over his new powers, so it ended up flying across the room and barely missing a lamp. The room had gone from all three boys arguing about how to retrieve the movie to complete and utter silence.

“That is so cool,” Eddie had finally whispered. That comment was followed by the rest of the night being spent with all three boys staring as Bill used his telekinesis power on random things.

Bill went from moving small objects to being able to move a car. His power made his house seem like a magic wonderland when Bill had his breakfast, tools, silverware, plates, and pans are floating idly in the air.

In short, Bill’s power was the coolest.

Until Beverly moved to Derry. She had him beat.

She could make plants grow. With a short glance, she could have flowers and vines growing all over a house within minutes. She could bend branches with her mind and a wave with her hand.

Eddie remembers his first interaction with Beverly Marsh. He had been sitting leisurely in a lawn chair watching his mother work in her garden. It gets quite cold in Derry, so his mother had been tending to her plants daily by that time in the month of October.

The plants had looked dead and unable to bring back, but his mother was anything but easily discouraged.

Imagine both of their amazement when the plants began gaining their color back and growing rapidly. His mother had shrieked in joy and got up to dance in her flowery overcoat.

Eddie looked to his right and found Bill standing next to a grinning girl. She had short red hair and was wearing a pink, buttoned dress. She waved at Eddie with her fingers before continuing her walk with Bill down the street.

Eddie was out of his chair and running after them in moments.

He, himself, was the third person to find his power. His power was the reason they never had to go to the doctor again.

It happened on a school day when the group was headed to the nearest doctor’s office. Henry Bowers had socked Bill right in the nose, breaking it and leaving Bill with blood gushing down his chin and onto his shirt. It was a sight for sore eyes that almost led to Eddie vomiting on the way there.

Bill nearly ran into a stop sign, and Eddie was quick to steer him away. Without thinking, Eddie kept his hand around Bill’s forearm incase his friend were to wander into some other obstacle.

To be fair, Eddie didn’t know he did it in the first place. No one would’ve.

Beverly had been talking about her score on the latest math test when suddenly there was a cracking sound and Bill howled in pain. He fell to his knees with both his hands on his nose. Eddie and Stan immediately stopped next to him, asking if he was okay.

Tears and blood were smeared on Bill’s face, and Eddie winced in disgust at the sight of it when Bill removed his hands. He thought of all the germs, but he shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. But then, Eddie tilted his head in confusion.

“Uh, Big Bill? Were you trying to fix your nose yourself?” Eddie asked bewildered. He squinted at the sight, no longer seeing the awkward, broken angle Bill’s nose had been in. He set his hand on Bill’s thigh to move closer without losing his balance.

Bill’s eyebrows furrowed. “Of course not. Why would I – Ow!”

Bill’s hands were being held by Stan, so he couldn’t automatically reach up to cover his nose again. The group of friends watched in amazement as something moved inside the injured boy’s nose with a pop. Blood flowed down Bill’s face and chin now, as if some dam was parted. Eddie scrambled for another bag of Kleenex he kept in his fanny pack.

Bill took the Kleenex gratefully, but he looked elsewhere. He reached up and weakly tapped his nose, then started to squeeze it. “I…I think my nose fixed itself?”

Stan shook his head. “No, your power is telekinesis. Don’t be greedy, Bill,” he joked lightly. Though, he also looked incredibly confused with the situation.

“One of us has a healing power,” Beverly states. She puts both her hands up. “You guys know my power, and I wasn’t touching you.”

“Wait,” Ben spook up. He pulled out a piece of paper out of one of his notebooks, and brought it to his pointer finger and slid it over the skin. He hissed in pain as he gave himself a papercut. He then thrust his finger towards Stan and Eddie. “I wasn’t touching him either, so it was one of you.”

Eddie backed up slightly at the blood forming in bubbles on Ben’s finger. He can practically hear his mother screaming at him about disease and the dangers of blood transfusions.

‘AIDS, Eddie!’

Stan reached out and wrapped his hand around Ben’s forearm. When nothing happened, Stan released his hold with a shake of his head. “Not me.”

Eddie’s face went red, his body shaking in excitement. He copied Stan, wrapping a hand around Ben’s forearm. The group watched in bafflement as the small cut stitched up and the skin smoothed over in merely a minute.

Eddie’s face widened with a smile, but then pain radiated through his own finger. He jumped back with a shout, “Ow!”

He looked over to find Ben holding the paper. Ben must have given Eddie a papercut too. “Why did you do that?”

Ben was too busy observing Eddie’s finger to answer. Ben bites his lip. “I guess you can’t heal yourself.”

Eddie glanced down at his finger and sure enough, it was still bleeding. He shrugged and pulled out a disinfectant wipe. “Guess not.”

Ben’s power was the most entertaining finding out.

Ben had left the room when the group decided they wanted to play hot potato since Stan’s mom was baking potatoes for Thanksgiving. Bill was the one to initiate it, tossing the potato at Eddie, who screamed and threw it over to Beverly.

The kitchen was full of laughs when Ben walked in.

Bill laughed, “Catch it, Ben!”

Bill threw the potato over to Ben, who caught it in one hand and held it with confusion written on his features.

“How are you holding it for so long? Throw it!” Beverly shrieked.

“I…I don’t know. Is it hot or something?” Ben asked with a raised eyebrow.

Once the group settled on Ben having a heat manipulation power, Ben used it all the time to scare people. He almost gave his mother a heart attack when he reached in the oven to grab the pan of brownies. He also surprised Beverly once by taking her unpopped bag of popcorn and heating it with his palm, causing the kernels to pop.

Imagine both Ben’s and Beverly’s red faces when someone mentioned that maybe they were meant to be because of their powers.

That was what they learned in eighth grade. Two people are ‘meant to be’ if their powers are polar opposites or their powers correlate to one other.

That led to several excited, whispered conversations among the group of friends.

Beverly and Ben immediately got red in the face since someone pointed out that their powers correlate in a way. Plants need heat for energy – to thrive.

The other members of the group grinned ear to ear because they all knew Ben had the biggest crush on Beverly, and Beverly was subtly dropping her own hints. After learning that maybe they were meant to be, the two began talking more and being around each other more. One day, Beverly took Ben’s hand in hers. They were now dating.

Eddie worried about his potential soulmate so much, he had an asthma attack because his power was healing. What if his ‘soulmate’ person had the opposite power? What could that possibly be? Killing people? What kind of person would they be? Why would he be with them if they could kill people?

A few nights after that lesson, the group had a sleepover at Bill’s. Bill’s little brother, Georgie, - who went missing the summer after – had come into the living where they were sleeping and cried about a nightmare he’d had.

Thirty minutes passed and nothing was helping the poor boy stop crying. He kept rambling about some clown chasing him into the sewers, and how it felt so real. Bill tried every method in the book, but he couldn’t calm his little brother down.

Until Stan woke up.

Stan woke from a particular shriek from the younger boy, and he sleepily trudged over to help Bill calm the younger boy down.

Stan only looked at Georgie for maybe twenty seconds before Georgie’s tears begin to dwindle, and his eyes start to flutter shut. It seemed like magic to watch the distraught boy become calm and happy with a small smile on his face. Georgie mumbled, “Thank you, Stannie.”

Eddie watched Georgie gallop his way back to his bedroom, the nightmares clearly forgotten. He looked back at Stan, and his eyebrows shot up.

Bill was looking at Stan with pure amazement and awe in his eyes. A smile was on his lips, that Eddie wasn’t sure if Bill knew was even there. Stan was looking back shyly.

“I guess I can control emotions,” Stan finally announces to the group. “That’s pretty cool.”

The group immediately grew enthusiastic over Stan’s power, claiming that yes, it was super cool. Bill didn’t comment, instead staring at Stan like he held all the answers in the world.

Apparently, Bill took Stan’s power as a sign of them being meant to be, which Eddie didn’t find at all surprising because he wasn’t dumb. Bill would’ve used anything to prove that Stan and him were meant to be.

Since Bill could control physical objects and Stan could control mental spaces, Eddie assumed it made sense. Whatever the case, Bill and Stan seemed pleased.

Eddie soon found that Stan felt the same way when he walked into the kitchen the morning after, and he found them kissing right next to the stove.

Now in high school, Eddie glances down to find Bill and Stan holding hands under their desks. Bill lightly rubs a thumb along Stan’s knuckles, and Eddie wonders where his soulmate was.

A bell rings, signaling for all classes to begin.

Biology is simple enough, and the teacher seems nice. The teacher’s name was Mr. Debrew, and he lets each student introduce themselves one by one. After Bill and Stan introduces themselves, Eddie stands up for his turn, but then the door slams open and two boys dash in trying to catch their breath.

“Sorry! My dog chewed up my alarm clock’s plug. A-alarm didn’t go off!” one boy rambles out, holding a hand to his chest to calm his breathing.

The other boy speaks up. He was wearing black rimmed glasses, and there was a wide grin on his face. “We were totally irresponsible and played videogames all night, so we would’ve definitely slept in if it wasn’t for his mom,” he adds as he points to the darker skinned boy behind him.

Eddie snorts. Beverly laughs.

The teacher finds it amusing too. “A sleepover the night before the first day of school? Did your mothers know about this?”

“We’re brothers,” the first boy tells him.

The boy with the glasses wraps an arm around the other. “Can’t you tell the resemblance, Teach?”

Mr. Debrew’s face goes startling red, and he clears his throat. He picks up the roll call’s clipboard. “Your names, please?”

“Tozier. Richie Tozier,” the taller one answers. Eddie laughs at the James Bond tone the boy used. Richie makes eye contact with him, and Eddie’s stomach flips at the way he’s smiling at him.

“Mike Hanlon,” the other boy states.

“You boys can take your seats. I’m about to start a lesson on cells,” the teacher instructs. Richie salutes him before walking off, taking the chair right behind Beverly. Mike takes the chair behind Stan.

Richie lightly kicks at the back of Beverly’s chair, who turns around and faces him. Richie puts his chin on his palm and flutters his eyelashes. “Come here often, senorita?”

Beverly smirks, running her fingers through her hair. “I do indeed, handsome. Want to skip class and make out under the bleachers?”

“I would love to, but,” Richie purrs with a thumb pointing at Eddie. “I do believe I caught the eye of a total nerd with a fanny pack.”

Eddie looks at Richie with a glare. “As if. Plus, who are you to be judging what other people are wearing? Do you know what you’re wearing?”

Richie glances down at his attire. He was wearing an old blue shirt with darker blue shorts. A red Hawaiian flannel covers most of his shirt, and he was wearing converse shoes with socks reaching midway up to his kneecap. He winks at Eddie with a shrug. “I didn’t have much of anything to work with. I only had the clothes your mom had for emergencies this morning.”

Eddie scrunches up his face. “You’re disgusting!”

“And you’re cute! What’s your name?”

Eddie gapes at him before spitting out, “Eddie Kaspbrak.”

“Well, Eds, no need for me to ask what your power is,” Richie sing-songs. “You have the power to steal hearts.”

“Oh my god,” Eddie groans. “Are you deaf or something? I said my name is Eddie. Not ‘Eds’.”

“I told your mom my name is Richie, but she had plenty of other alternatives…”

“Shut up!”

“Beep, beep, Richie,” Mike speaks up from the other side of Eddie.

Bill raises an eyebrow. “What do-does that mean?”

“It’s just what my mom came up with when Richie takes something too far,” Mike explains with a short glare to Richie.

“I can already tell we’re going to say it all the time,” Stan comments with a huff as he writes what’s on the board.

“Well, Eds, can call me whenever he wants-“

“Beep, beep, Richie!”

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more than survive - chapter 4

Going back to school on Friday wasn’t the worst thing to ever happen, but it wasn’t the best. Ever since the Weed Shotgunning Incident, as Jeremy liked to think of it, Michael had acted strange around him. On Thursday, he’d gone to hug the other boy when they parted ways, but Michael quickly patted Jeremy on the back and turned to his car. The following morning, he had barely spoken two words on the ride to school. Jeremy hoped that he hadn’t done something wrong. As much as he liked the other boy, the idea of anything making their friendship awkward made him incredibly anxious. Which was precisely why friendship was all they could ever have between them. Nothing more, no matter how much Jeremy wished for it.

It was a rather uneventful day at school but when he got home, he received a distress text halfway through his Government homework and sighed. He just wanted to finish the worksheet and watch some TV. Was that too much to ask? Regardless, he suited up and headed into the city. Jeremy wasn’t sure what he should expect, but it absolutely wasn’t this. When he made it just past the river, his eyes fell upon a man sitting atop a building. He held out an arm disinterestedly and waved his wrist, causing a car to fly directly past Jeremy’s head and into a nearby bank. The man didn’t seem to be anything extraordinary except for the apparent telekinesis and, well, he was glowing. White light bounced off of the surfaces surrounding him, Jeremy noticed as he got closer. He pulled himself up to the man’s level, hoping to stay hidden behind some power lines.

Of course, luck wasn’t exactly in Jeremy’s cards. Ever. The man glanced to the side and suddenly pushed a satellite in his direction, laughing as the boy dodged the hit.

“What’s your problem?” Jeremy yelled, trying to make eye contact. The man was of an average build: not too tall or bulky but not small, either. He seemed to be a good three or four inches taller than Jeremy, with mid-sized shoulders and slim torso. He was wearing a long black jacket that hung beneath him as he swung his legs over the side of the building. His body, as Jeremy had noticed earlier, was glowing brightly. It was difficult to discern from the street, but now that he was only a rooftop away, it seemed obvious. In the man’s hands were two blue-tinted balls of light, spinning rapidly. What the hell?

“Can’t I just have some fun?” The man shrugged, pulling on a pair of sunglasses. It looked like something straight out of the Matrix, and Jeremy didn’t even understand that movie to begin with.

“You’re hurting people!” He took a few steps closer, almost on the edge of his building.

“Not yet, I’m not,” the man sing-songed. He lifted a hand and said, “Come closer!”

Jeremy grit his teeth. He shouldn’t. He had no idea what this guy was capable of. He took a step backwards to emphasize how much he wasn’t going to do as the other man asked. “Why should I?”

“Come closer, Jeremy.” The man took off his sunglasses and stared directly at him.

Jeremy felt like he’d been slapped. His blood ran cold and he suddenly lost feeling in his fingertips. “Wha-” he began to say but he couldn’t get the words out. How did he know his name? How could he possibly know? He slung a web to the building that his opposition was sitting on and readied himself to jump. He needed to talk to him. He needed to know. He swung across the roadway, beginning to pile up with police cars, and ended up face-to-face with the strange man as he stood to meet Jeremy on the rooftop.

“Simple scans,” the man said with a condescending tone. As Jeremy got closer to him, he could make out a twisted smile. “Everything I could ever need is right in there,” he drawled as he picked up a gloved hand to point to the boy’s skull with a delicate finger. “Jeremy Heere. You’re sixteen and you go to Middleborough High. You live with your dad because your mom left when you hit puberty. You always blamed yourself. Your address is-”

“Stop!” Jeremy commanded, his voice coming out louder than he thought it could. “How are you doing that?”

“I can do anything,” the man said nonchalantly. He straightened his posture and cocked his head as he repeated, “I can do anything I want.” He suddenly threw out a hand, pushing Jeremy into the hard concrete without touching him.

Jeremy wheezed, the air trying to return into his lungs. “Why are you doing this?” He gasped as he steadied himself on his hands and knees before standing up once more.

“Because I can!” The villain exclaimed, throwing his hands triumphantly into the air. His dark hair wavered in the wind and upon closer inspection, Jeremy could see that a ring of blue light surrounded the pupil in his eyes.

“Who are you?” Jeremy raised his hands defensively but knew they would do him no good.

“I’m the Super Quantum Unburdened Intelligence Proxy,” he responded. Jeremy knew all of those words separately, but was struggling to put them together. The man was speaking with perfect enunciation, which kind of threw him off of his game a little. After attending public school for so many years, it was foreign to him. “You can call me the SQUIP.”

“So you can just...scan people and know anything that you want?” Jeremy swallowed. This seemed so far out of his realm.

“Pretty much, yeah,” the SQUIP responded smugly. “You see, you’d be amazed at what humans could do if they’d just push a bit harder. If they’d meet the resistance with more...force instead of failure.”

Jeremy hoped that the man couldn’t tell how confused he was beneath the mask. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“My, you ask a lot of questions,” he cooed. His eyes flashed red for a moment and Jeremy had to hold himself in place. Creepy. “Imagine if humans tapped into the untapped parts of their brains, Jeremy. Like you, with your powers." He paused to point a leather-gloved finger in the hero's direction. "Do you seriously think one little spider-bite put all of that into your DNA?”

“Um,” he hesitated. “Yeah.”

“Naive. I like it,” the SQUIP laughed. “Jeremy, you had it in you all along. All you had to do was trigger the reaction.”

“Bullshit,” Jeremy spat. The SQUIP looked even more amused at his stubbornness and he wanted to hit him in his stupid face. Really badly.

“Listen, Jeremy, you and I are more alike than you think.”

“I disagree,” he responded immediately. Jeremy lowered his hands to his sides, angling his body away from the man.

“Not completely, you don't. I can see into your head, Jeremiah,” the SQUIP said as he curled his lips into yet another smile.

“Stop calling me that,” Jeremy requested, putting on a braver face than he felt.

“Why? Don't want your dad finding out? Your friends? Or should I say friend?” The man—or whatever—stared at the boy in silence for a long moment, his eyes narrowing before belting out a large laugh. It was rather unsettling, missing any air of humor or joy. It was pure malicious intent and a dry smile that shook Jeremy to his core. The SQUIP called out, "You haven't told a soul!”

Jeremy curled his hands into fists and called out, “Why should I? It’s my fight, not theirs.”

"Michael sure would like to know...it's a pity you just keep lying to him.”

What the fuck? What the fuck? Jeremy felt his stomach drop and he suddenly wanted to scream. “Leave him out of this,” he said, gritting his teeth.

“Oh, I will,” the SQUIP nodded solemnly. “For now.”

Jeremy could feel the air leaving him. He could feel the panic setting in. He’d lied for so long. He'd put this wall in between them, he'd jeopardized their friendship to keep him safe, to make sure he was okay—but it was all for nothing. The SQUIP had involved him anyway. All of it, for absolutely nothing. He felt sick.

“Now, now, no need to panic. I’m not going to go anywhere near him. Provided that you listen to me.” The SQUIP put his sunglasses back on but not before Jeremy spotted the flash of red in his eyes once more. At the boy’s silence, he continued. “I want this to be a mutually beneficial relationship, Jeremy. I won't hurt Michael if you promise that you will come to me when you're instructed to do so.”

“Wh-What do you want?” Jeremy was almost afraid to ask, but he had to. He had to keep his best friend safe. Sure, giving in to hostile requests was, like, number one on the What Not To Do When You're A Superhero guide—but he had no choice. If something happened to Michael...Jeremy didn't want to consider the possibility. Nothing would happen to Michael, not as long as he was around to prevent it.

“I want to test you. I want to see how your powers are different from mine. I want to learn from you,” the villain explained. His tone had shifted into something more sinister and the boy couldn't help but feel incredibly frightened. “I want you to help me get stronger.”

“W-Why me?” Jeremy felt horrible. He was shaking. He couldn’t morally let this guy get away, let alone help him become more powerful, right? But...Michael. He would do anything to keep him safe.

“Because, Jeremy, you're the only hero who seems to have a chance at stopping me. Now, I know you want to. You'd kill me right now if you thought you could get away with it. You'd kill me just like you killed that man on the ship..." He paused briefly to grin at Jeremy's ever-growing paleness. "But I can tell that you aren't going to. We wouldn't want anything to...happen.” The SQUIP snapped his fingers and suddenly, Jeremy found himself on the ground. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak. “I’m going to leave. You're staying there. I’ll let you know when to meet me next.” The man gave a small wave and said, “Stay in school and don't do drugs, kid.” By the time Jeremy could lift his head, the SQUIP was gone.

The boy got up onto his knees, pulled off his mask, and promptly vomited. The city skyline seemed imposing for the first time in his life. He wished it would swallow him whole.

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First marvel fic on this new blog! I hope you like it, the only other fandom I’ve written for is Riverdale on my blog @jvghead-jones-iii. Enjoy!

Summary: The reader sides with Steve during Civil War and her skills are tested when she’s thrown into the fight at the airport.

“Run!”

You flinched slightly as Bucky whispered into your ear.

Following his lead, you took off after him and Sam making sure to pace yourself as you sprinted through the airport. You ducked slightly when the windows shattered, throwing your hands up and stopping the glass in it’s path.

“Alright…ow! Couldn’t you have stopped the glass when I was already fully inside the building?”

You, Sam, and Bucky turned to the newcomer who was perched on a beam as he carefully picked out the shards of glass that were embedded in his suit.

His artifical eyes widened slightly before coming to a rest as he spoke again. “Wait, your power is telekinesis? That’s so cool!”

You nodded dumbly as both Sam and Bucky tugged at your arms, the glass dropping to the floor as you were forced to run away from the young hero.

“Hey wait! I didn’t get your name,” he called out after you.

You looked over your shoulder and smirked before answering. “Peter Parker.”

His eyes widened once more as he heard you say his name and he proceeded to swing himself after you, determined to know who you were.

“So…how the hell do you know wonder kid?” Sam muttered as you hid behind a pillar.

You shushed him but answered nonetheless. “You remember that secret mission Tony gave me after the whole Ultron fiasco?” Sam nodded. “Well he sent me to New York to keep tabs on spider-boy. Just in case we ever needed him.”

“Well it looks like Tony needed him after all,” Bucky hissed, a sarcastic smile on his face.

“Listen kid,” Bucky continued. “Get out of here. We’ll handle the spider.”

You started to shake your head, but Sam interrupted you. “No (Y/N). He’s right. Go find Wanda. You guys work well together. Stay safe ok?”

You nodded softly before creeping along the wall, already searching for an exit.

You didn’t get very far before you felt something hit your wrist, pinning it to the wall with a ‘thwip’.

You glanced down to see a white substance and immediately cried out for help. “Sam? Buck? Help?”

“Uh, we’re a little tied up at the moment (Y/N),” you heard Sam’s strained reply.

You looked for a way to get out of the webs but no matter how hard you pulled or strained, they stayed put.

“Strong isn’t it?”

You screamed and looked up at the sound, coming face to face (well face to mask) with Peter.

“Yeah, and kinda gross. Does this stuff come out of you?” you asked, your face twisting in disgust.

Peter’s smile faltered underneath his mask as he tried to converse with you. Stepping closer, he leaned against the wall in what he hoped was a casual fashion before speaking again. “So you know my name, I only think it’s fair if I know yours.”

You snorted but perked up as you heard a familiar noise. Redwing. You glanced out of the corner of your eye to see the small gadget flying in your direction. Glancing at Peter, you motioned for him to come closer, effectively putting him in Redwing’s path.

“Do you web up all the girls you meet?” you asked in a slightly flirtatious tone. You could feel the smirk grow under Peter’s mask.

“Only the beautiful ones,” he responded, enjoying the sight of the furious blush that tinted your cheeks as soon as the words left his mouth.

“It’s a shame that our little date couldn’t last longer,” you commented.

“What do you-”

Peter’s words we’re cut off as Redwing swooped in, throwing him out the window. “Hey! You set me up!”

You laughed out loud at his accusation as Bucky approached you, cutting off Peter’s webbing.

“Mr. Stark? They’re not stopping!” Peter cried out, mildly panicking as the two groups of superheroes charged at one another.

He immediately noticed you, running alongside Clint and Wanda and the intensity of his gaze made Tony look your way. When he saw you look at Clint for reassurance, his brows furrowed slightly.

Sighing and filled with worry, Tony grasped Peter’s arm and pulled him aside.

“Listen kid. You see that girl?” he pointed to you and Peter nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly under his mask. “She’s your age so do an old man a favor and keep her out of trouble yeah?”

Peter bobbed his head enthusiastically. “Sure can do Mr. Stark. I’ll make sure she stays safe.”

Tony sighed to himself as he watched Peter swing away. “Teenagers.”

You ran towards Natasha with Clint but stopped in your tracks as you heard a familiar ‘thwip’.

You twirled around and dropped straight to the floor as a white mass flew over your head and hit the wall behind you.

It was Peter.

“You know, it was pretty rude of you to set me up the way you did back there,” he teased.

A slight smirk spread across your face. “Aw but I set you up with Redwing. He’s not so bad.“

You heard a snort emanate from under the mask, making you giggle. Peter blushed at the sound and cleared his throat awkwardly. “So, uh, you come here often?”

You laughed out loud at his attempt to flirt before stepping closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he gulped audibly. “Y'know Pete, if only the circumstances were different. I might not have to do this.”

“Do what?” he asked, confused.

In a flash, you had him in a headlock. You kicked his legs out from under him and tightened your grip until he collapsed, clawing at your arms as he tried to get you to let go.

When he stopped moving, you let him go and got up, pausing to look down at him as he wheezed and tried to catch his breath.

You help your hand out and located some wire, bringing it to your outstretched hand and quickly tying his wrist to a pole.

“Ow,” Peter hissed as he tried to tear his hand away.

“Good luck getting that knot off. I was in scouts when I was younger,” you said as you walked away, throwing a wink in his direction.

No matter how hard he tried, Peter couldn’t help the blush that covered his face once more.

He was still sitting there minutes later when Tony was thrown his way.

“Mister Stark!” Peter greeted happily.

“Kid,” Tony grunted out, looking him over. “Ah she got you too?”

“What do you mean sir?”

“After you let her go, she came after all of us. Who do you think threw my over here,” Tony muttered as he stood up, blasting the wire that bound Peter’s wrist. “(Y/N)’s gotten much stronger with her abilities I’ll give her that.”

Peter looked after Tony as he flew away.

“(Y/N),” he sighed. “So that’s her name.”

With a grin on his face, Peter swung towards the battle, this time finding himself in an altercation with Captain America himself.

You whimpered in pain as you pushed Clint out of the way, taking the hit that the panther had thrown his way.

“Go help the others!” you cried. “I’ll take care of the king.”

Clint looked at you hesitantly, taking note of the way you were holding the king down with your powers before nodding and running off.

You let the king go and he stood up slowly, stretching and flexing his muscles in a way that resembled the very cat he was dressed as.

“King T'Challa,” you declared, dropping into a low bow.

The king seemed taken aback at your actions before he shook his head and crouched down into a fighting stance.

“I am terribly sorry for your loss,” you continued. “Your father was a great man and although I know you won’t believe me, Bucky played no role in his death.”

T'Challa paused for a moment, not knowing what to do. “Thank you for your condolences Miss (L/N), but I am afraid you are right. I don’t believe you.”

With those words, he lunged at you. You threw your arms up last minute, trying to block him.

It didn’t work and instead you felt his vibranium claws tear through your arm. You cried out loud, drawing the attention of Bucky, who looked at you in concern and darted over to help you fight the panther.

By the time he got there however, you had thrown T'Challa into one of the airplanes, muttering furious apologies as you attacked the King of Wakanda.

Unbeknownst to you, your cries had also drawn Peter’s attention and distracted him from his battle.

He groaned as Cap dropped the walkway on his shoulders and he struggled to hold it up.

Noticing his lack of focus, Steve chuckled breathlessly. “You like her don’t you kid?”

Peter stumbled over his tongue as he tried to deny Steve’s statement.

“Don’t try and hide it kid,” Steve laughed. "I was the same when I was your age.“

“It’s just, she’s really cool Mr. America,” Peter replied quietly.

“Well I hope something works out. I like you kid. Where are you from?”

“Queens,” Peter grunted as he struggled under the weight he was holding.

Cap chuckled once more before running off. “Brooklyn.”

You yelped in surprise as you were pulled aside and came face to face with Bucky and Steve.

“Listen (Y/N/N),” Steve began. “I don’t like this plan but we need you to come with us to locate the rest of the soldiers. When Scott gives us the signal, we sprint towards the hangar and whatever happens, do not stop until you reach it. Okay?”

You nodded as you struggled to catch your breath. “Got it Cap!”

“Also,” Bucky said. “Take some pity on the poor kid and give him your number or something. It’s sad really, the way you two flirt.”

You blushed heavily as you ran off, waiting for the signal, and ran into Natasha who only looked at you and wrapped you up in her arms.

“Thank goodness you’re still safe,” she mumbled. “Go hide somewhere safe. Please.”

You didn’t answer as she ran off, instead focusing your attention on the now humongous Scott Lang.

I guess that’s the signal , you thought to yourself as you sped towards the hangar.

Everything happened too quickly for you to process but all you know is that you were standing at the entrance to the hangar when Vision and Wanda faced off.

Multiple cries were heard and Natasha held Steve and Bucky back as they tried to run to you.

When Rhodey fell, out in the field, the entrance collapsed, and covered you in debris.

The last thing you heard was Bucky, Steve, and Peter screaming your name and the last thing you saw was a familiar Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man™ swinging towards you.

You opened your eyes slowly, groaning slightly at the aching pain you felt throughout your body.

“Where am I?’ you whispered groggily.

At the sound of your voice, Tony (who had been sitting by your bed) shot up straight. He took one look at you before he launched himself at you, gathering you in his arms much like Natasha had done and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank god you’re alright,” he muttered over and over.

“Tony where am I?” you asked again. “Where are the others?”

Tony shifted his gaze towards the floor. “You’re in the Raft. You all are. But you’re in the medical wing. You and Rhodey were hurt pretty badly.”

You gasped. The Raft. You were in a maximum security prison.

“Listen kid,” Tony continued. “Cameras are off so take this.”

You tightened your grip over the things Tony had slipped into your palm. Your cell phone, some pills, and a slip of paper.

“You won’t stay here much longer kid,” Tony said. “I’m gonna go get Cap and Barnes and then we’ll get you all out of here okay?”

You nodded softly, leaning forwards to hug Tony again before he got up and walled towards the door.

“Oh and kid,” Tony paused. “Do me a favor and put that paper to good use. You’re still young. Have some fun!”

You chuckled as Tony sent a smile your way before leaving. Looking down, you unfolded the piece of paper, only to let out a laugh when you read the writing.

Hey (Y/N) (I finally got your name btw), I just wanted to say that even though we were on opposing teams, you’re pretty, and cool. I mean you’re pretty cool. I wanna get to know you if that’s alright with you so if you’re ever not busy saving the world, you can shoot me a text if you’d like?

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

-Peter P.

Peter jumped in anticipation as he felt his phone vibrate. He felt the smile spread across his face as he read the message, glad that Tony had delivered his note.

Hey Peter. I’m sorry about setting you up with Redwing but if you’re willing, I have someone else in mind that I think will suit you perfectly.

-(Y/N)

Peter wasted absolutely no time in replying.

First Marvel fic and I hope y'all enjoyed it! I hope it was good!

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