#Parker is the weird little girl who no one wants to play with

[wandasgf]

THERE'S JUST ONE THING I WANT (your blood all over me)

pairings: final girl!reader + slashers!wandanat, pre-established bucky + reader

summary: movie night at your boyfriend bucky's on friday the 13th, what could go wrong?

warnings: depictions of violence and murder, cult dynamics (cult leader wanda), character death (not reader), cheating, manipulation, patriarchal ideals, misogyny, power dynamics, pet names, mommy kink, dom!natasha, sub!reader, dom!wanda, fingering, groping

wc: 5.7k~

A/N: sorry bucky...

Friday the 13th, a universal day of bad luck and bad omens. You were never one to be overly superstitious, you did have a black cat, Liho, after all, but something about this just felt like a bad idea. Bucky had proposed the idea of having a movie night of sorts to celebrate the unofficial holiday, wanting to invite some friends over and watch a few horror movies. He explicitly wanted to ‘watch Parker piss his pants over a little movie,’ which you rolled your eyes at. 

“I don't know if this is a good idea, Buck…” You sigh, looking up at the taller man through your lashes, your arms wrapped around yourself. “Oh, come on, it'll be fun. Who doesn't love a good horror movie?” He laughs, though he knows you don't, “besides, I'll keep you safe. Don't worry.” He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You know I don't like those kinds of movies,” you huff, “and your friends are always… weird.” You mumble, burying your face in his chest. He sighs above you, starting to run his fingers through your hair, “I know, I know, but it'll just be one movie. And it's just the guys! They're harmless, come on, you know that!” His tone is lighthearted, but he tugs a little on your hair at the last part. “You can invite some of your friends,” he offers, “who've you been hanging out with lately? Wanda? Natasha? Carol?” and then he quickly changes his mind, he doesn't like her attitude towards either of you, “Ugh, no, don't invite Carol… How about that Kate girl? You can invite the redheads and Kate?” 

“...okay, but promise you won't pick one that's too scary?”

“Promise, scaredy cat.”

Friday comes quickly and you're currently preparing for Bucky’s friends to come over, making sure there's cold beer in the fridge and snacks for them to eat. Your boyfriend was setting up the television apparently, telling you that you were always better in the kitchen than he was and then disappearing into the living room. Some of your friends were coming too, which you were grateful for. You had debated inviting Carol even though Bucky said not to, but decided against it. Wanda and Kate would be here soon, but Natasha said she had something she needed to do with Yelena tonight and wouldn’t be able to make it. 

You play with the ring around your finger before you start to put bowls and dishes on the island’s countertop in front of you, humming softly to yourself as you make sure it looks presentable. You were never one to like an ugly spread. Bucky chooses this time to come into the kitchen and wrap his arms around your waist from behind, “see? Told you, you’re so much better in the kitchen than I am.”

“You’re just saying that because I cut up some plums for you.”

“You got me.” He chuckles, reaching forward to grab a slice of the fruit, “the boys should be here soon, you should get changed.” He pats your bare thigh, the shorts you’re wearing are decidedly too short for him, and then pulls away from you and starts to walk away. 

“You didn’t seem to mind my outfit earlier!” You call out after him teasingly, and he just turns around to give you a pointed look, opening his mouth to speak before promptly closing it when he hears a car pull into the driveway. “That must be Steve. Go get changed.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

It did turn out to be Steve, and you greet him after you’ve come back downstairs. This time dressed in a pair of jeans and a brown sweater. Bucky’s friends arrive in quick succession after that: Steve, Sam, Tony, Peter (Quill, not Parker. Parker couldn’t make it), and even Rhodey showed up which was apparently something of a miracle. Wanda’s friend Vision was away for work, otherwise you might have asked her to bring him too. You sip on a drink in the kitchen with Wanda while you wait for Kate, it was far too loud in the living room with all the boys. Especially because Tony had started drinking. You don’t envy Pepper, the man could be loud while sober, so this was almost unbearable. You remind yourself that they’re Bucky’s friends and it’s just one evening, he’ll make it up to you tomorrow. 

“You know, you could have just told him we were going out and you wouldn’t have had to deal with all of this,” Wanda hums, lifting her glass up to her lips and taking a sip of wine, “I know how much you hate these kinds of movies.”

“I know, but he seemed excited about it, and you know him… I don’t want to be down on something he’s actually excited about.” You lean against the counter, holding your glass in both hands against your chest. “He said he’d pick a movie that wasn’t too scary, but we can probably get away with just being in here for the whole night. It’s not like they’ll really notice.”

“You don’t think Bucky will notice if you’re not within two feet of him at all times? You must have forgotten who you’re talking about.” Wanda laughs humorlessly, a tight smile on her lips. None of your friends were particularly… fond of your boyfriend. It’s not that they hated him, he could be a nice guy, it’s just that sometimes the way he treated you was more like the way you’d treat a child or a trophy than a girlfriend.

Just then Bucky’s voice interrupts the two of you with a ‘babe!’ and you excuse yourself from the kitchen. You’re semi-grateful for it, not wanting to get into this Wanda right now, but you wanted to avoid the guys for longer than you were able to.

It turns out he had just wanted another beer, which you brought him and he accepted with a kiss to your cheek. You’re certain that Peter was going to ask for one too until he and Bucky had some sort of silent conversation, so you slipped out of the room to avoid whatever the outcome might have been. Things between the two of them could get tense. 

Wanda gives you a look when you re-enter the kitchen and you shrug, “he was having some sort of debate with Steve, he didn’t want to lose his train of thought.”

“Uh huh…” The strawberry blonde opens her mouth to say something else, but she’s cut off when she hears a sharp, feminine scream pierce her ears. A scream that she knows doesn’t belong to the horror movie everyone is supposed to be watching tonight. She gives you an indecipherable look, and you look back at her with wide eyes, frightened. “Was that… the movie? Buck didn’t say he was starting it yet…”

She doesn’t answer you, waiting to see if maybe she can hear the background noise of a movie coming from the living room, maybe they decided on a different movie. But when she doesn’t hear anything besides confused chatter she can’t quite decipher she shakes her head, “I don’t think so.”

You’re soon joined by Bucky and the rest of the guys in the kitchen when he rushes in to make sure the scream he heard wasn’t, in fact, his girlfriend. “What the hell was that? Are you okay?” He holds you at arm’s length to inspect you, making sure you weren’t hurt. You could be a little clumsy, and he knows you’ve been drinking some wine, so he thought maybe you had decided to cut up some fruit and dropped the knife, accidentally cutting yourself. But after a quick once over, he realizes that you’re fine. 

“I-I don’t know. Wanda and I were just talking in here and then we heard a scream. I thought maybe you started the movie without us. Do you think someone’s hurt somewhere? Oh God, this is exactly how those horror movies you like so much start out. I told you doing something like this today was a bad idea, Buck–”

The back door opens and you barely hear it, still rambling until Bucky puts his hand over your mouth. You furrow your eyebrows, and you’re about to move his hand to tell him off, who cares that his friends are here, until you hear a set of footsteps and realize that everyone is standing still and tense. Bucky’s house had a bit of an odd layout. Whereas other houses kitchen’s were in the back of the house, his was near the front. 

Your boyfriend was always hyper vigilant, even when there was no reason to be, but when he brings his finger up to his lips to signal you to be quiet, you think that maybe there is a reason this time. Even Tony seems to have shut up, looking slightly concerned. Maybe all your talk about bad omens was getting to everyone. 

There’s a tension in the air and everything is silent for a moment until the footsteps continue, getting closer and closer…

Your breath gets caught in your throat when a masked figure steps through the doorway. They have a long, sharp, knife-like blade in one hand, the front of their shirt and mask splattered with blood. In the other hand, you see a coat you recognize, one you know belongs to Kate, splattered and stained with blood. Wordlessly, they hold it up and tilt their head, their green eyes sparkling at the recognition and horror on your face. A scream rips through your throat before you can stop it.

Bucky turns and he’s quick to push you behind him as soon as you scream while everyone else is frozen in place, eyes wide with shock. “Very funny guys, love that you hired an actor to scare the shit out of my girlfriend, very clever. When I said I wanted to scare her, I meant with the movie. So she would be extra clingy tonight, so we could– not the point. This isn’t cool.” His tone hardens with the last three words, feeling the way you’re shaking slightly behind him from fear. 

“Buck, we didn’t… this isn’t us.” Sam speaks up and the masked stranger decides that this is enough talking for now before they surge towards Peter, who’s drunk enough to move just a bit too slowly. Their knife plunges into his stomach and he lets out a loud yell, drink dropping from his hand and glass shattering against the floor, doubling over when the knife is taken out and then plunged into his flesh again and again and again. 

The action is enough to snap everyone out of their frozen states and send everyone running in a panic. You vaguely hear a ‘holy fuck!’ before Bucky grabs your hand and drags you out of the room, planning to circle around the killer and then exit the house. He lives at the end of a relatively secluded street, but he has his car and if he can get to it, he knows he could get the both of you away from danger quite quickly. He’d be sorry about his friends, but he can always make new ones. 

“B-Buck, wait! We can’t just leave Wanda, what if she’s next? Please, we can't just leave. That was Kate’s coat, they got Kate. We can’t leave everyone.”

“We might get killed and you're worried about that redheaded b– fine, we can make sure Wanda’s okay.” He concedes when he sees your face, pulling you into the bathroom with him and shutting the door. He takes a breath and then locks it. If all else fails, the two of you can stay in here until morning, but right now he apparently needs a new plan.

He pats his pockets to try and find his phone, if nothing at all he needs to call the police. He groans when he realizes he left it on the couch. “Fuck.”

At some point you and Bucky get separated, it's hard to stay together in chaos like this. Maybe going back for Wanda was a bad idea, but you just couldn't leave her to fend for herself, especially after what you can only assume happened to Kate. And seeing what happened to Peter, you couldn’t let that happen to her. Stupid, maybe, but she was one of your closest friends. 

You don't know how long it's been until you find yourself in a group again. Except now you're missing Peter, Tony, Steve and Rhodey. By the look on Bucky’s face, you know they all must have suffered the same fate as Peter.

“What do we do, man? We could try to leave, but that only got Steve killed. Did anyone call the cops? I can't find my phone.” Sam paces the room.

Steve’s body lays limp and slightly cold on the stone path leading from Bucky’s porch to the driveway. He didn’t get very far.

“I did.” Wanda speaks up from the doorway, keeping watch in the one on the left and scanning the whole room, paying particular attention to the doorway across from her. “I hope they'll be here soon. They might have already been here if James didn't live so far from town.”

“Oh, are you blaming this on me? Are you saying this is my fault?” Bucky shoots a glare towards Wanda. The tension between the two of them was always thick, but right now you think even a knife wouldn’t be able to cut through it. 

“If the shoe fits.”

“Listen here, you–”

“Watch your tone.” Wanda's accent slips out and your eyes flit over towards her.

“Please don't fight, it won't make things better.” Your voice is quiet, scared, as you speak. You stand close to Bucky, arms wrapped around your torso. You're shaking slightly, the image of both Peter and Steve making you nauseous. You hadn’t expected to see him when you walked out the front door, and the image was enough to have you running back into the house. 

Bucky grunts in response and Wanda doesn't say anything, crossing her arms tightly over her chest and looking towards the other entrance of the room you were all in again. 

Perhaps she should have been paying more attention to what's behind her, though, because the masked stranger is suddenly right there. Your eyes widen and you don't have time to warn her before she shrieks as they force her hands behind her back and press a knife against her throat. It's a bit of a struggle, but the masked assailant is clearly strong as they manhandle Wanda into the room. 

“Wanda!”

“Fuck!”

“Man, fuck this!”

You, Bucky, and Sam all stand alarmed near the center of the room, looking with widened eyes at the scene in front of you. A beat of silence passes, all that can be heard is labored breathing. And then the knife falls from her throat and Wanda starts to laugh, bent over from the force of it. “Oh, you should have seen your faces!” She laughs like this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to her before she stops abruptly and stands up, a gun suddenly in her hand, pointed straight towards you. “Come here.” Her accent is back now, the fake American one dropped. 

“W-Wanda, I don’t… what’s going on?” You sniffle, tears falling freely down your cheeks.

“W-Wanda,” she mocks, faux pout on her lips, “Come here.”

“Don’t listen to her. Stay right behind me.” Bucky steps in front of you, shielding you with his body. 

“What a gentleman.” Wanda sneers, gun steadily pointed at Bucky’s chest now. 

“Wanda, sweetheart, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Natasha speaks up, taking the now bloody hockey mask off and revealing herself. It had been so hard for her to keep her comments to herself and remain a mystery this whole time. Usually it wouldn’t be, but today was just so exciting. And it was personal.

Oh, she had been the one to give Wanda the handgun.

“Now what the fuck?” Sam makes the mistake of making himself known again and Wanda rolls her eyes, turning and aiming the gun at him instead. “Oh, shut up.” She pulls the trigger and a bullet goes straight through the man’s skull, blood splattering onto the floor and the wall behind him. He drops to the floor with a thud.

“Jesus Christ! You’re both fucking insane!” Bucky takes a glance towards Sam’s body on the floor, feeling bile rise up in his throat. 

“Buck, I-I’m scared.” You whimper, and he pulls your body against his, hoping to bring you some comfort by running his fingers through your hair. This is not something he ever thought before, but maybe he should have listened to you when you said this was a bad idea. 

Wanda takes a deep breath, her head jerking involuntarily at the sight, like she’d just seen something horrible. “I won’t ask again. Come. Here.” The gun is pointed at you again and her hand shakes slightly. Her eyes flash and you look up at Bucky, afraid she might actually shoot you. “Buck, I-I maybe I should go over. T-To calm her down… I don’t want her to hurt you.”

You sniffle again and he takes five seconds before giving a small nod. “It’ll be okay, baby. They won’t get away with this, I promise, I won’t let them.” He says in a way that he hopes is comforting to you. You hesitate before pulling away from him and slowly walking over to Wanda. 

“Hi, Wands,” you smile up at her sweetly, “did I do good?”

“You would have done better if you didn’t let him put his hands on you like that,” she spits. You pout up at her and she softens slightly, leaning down to kiss you. She knows you were only playing a role, but that didn’t make it better, “you did great, baby.”

“What the fuck is going on!”

You spin around, eyes wild, no longer hiding anything now that the charade has been dropped, angry that your moments with Wanda are still being interrupted. “Will you shut the fuck up for five fucking seconds?! We are trying to have a conversation here.”

Bucky, poor guy, looks the most shocked you’ve ever seen him. He never would have seen this coming, he never could have. This wasn’t like you, you were sweet and quiet and would never speak to him like that. You couldn’t possibly have anything to do with this, not voluntarily. The way you were acting wasn’t making any sense. 

“Baby… Come on, this isn’t like you. Whatever they said to you, whatever they did to you, you can tell me. I can help, I’ll get you out of this, you don’t have to worry.” He chooses almost the exact wrong thing to say, and you grab the gun from Wanda, pointing it towards him. Wanda and Natasha look toward each other, this wasn’t part of the plan. Not exactly, anyway.

"Oh, you can help me?! You'll help me!" You think of these past couple of months, years really, that you’ve spent with Bucky, stuck with Bucky. You did it to yourself upon the request of Natasha, but that doesn’t make it any better. You're practically hysterical at this point, waving the gun in your hand around with your finger on the trigger, "because you're a big strong military man, you can help me! Oh, and I bet you’ll save me too!" You're laughing now, shaking as adrenaline pumps through your veins. "That's what I am to you, isn't it? Proof of your ability as a man to save a woman? Your little trophy to prove that you're a good guy." You point the gun steadily at Bucky now, looking him directly in the eyes, "unfortunately for you, I've never been yours to save."

The thing about your and Bucky’s relationship is that it was never built on anything good. It would have been better, for him mostly, but the both of you, if you had just stayed friends like you wanted to, but he just kept pushing. He loves you, don’t you love him too? He knows you do, he can tell. He’s loved you since middle school and he’s never found the right time to tell you, but now that you’re both starting university, he couldn’t take the chance that you’d find someone else. (Unfortunately for him, you already had. The extra 10 years of friendship Bucky had, had nothing on the connection you had with Wanda and Natasha). 

Bucky watched you grow up, watched you turn to him when your parents fought, watched you take your father’s mistreatment of you and your mother, and watched your little fear of abandonment grow when your father up and left one night. Watched the way you hoped he wouldn’t leave too, took advantage of it, really. And you watched him, watched the cracks in his nice guy persona get bigger, watched as they became canyons when you wedged yourself into them, watched as he hoped, God he hoped that you were your mother’s daughter. 

And Wanda and Natasha watched you both, content to keep your relationship a secret as you explored the ways in which you could exploit Bucky, expose his true colors. They didn’t do very much pushing on your part, they wanted you to be free to make your own decisions. They may be in charge, but this was your idea, they just gave it the green light. Well, Wanda may have planted a few seeds, but that’s what she does. You were free to ignore them if you wanted, but she knew you didn’t. She knew you’d make her plans blossom. 

The switch from hysterics to calm and collected has your boyfriend's head spinning. He doesn't know what part of this is real and what isn't, still half hoping this is some sick prank. Because this isn't like you, it's just not. The first time Bucky had ever shown you one of his guns, you were like a deer in headlights. You'd refused to even touch it, scared of such a weapon, a monster of human creation, you'd called it. That's who his girlfriend was, not this person standing in front of him. This mad woman, this crazy bitch. So this had to be fake, it had to be a prank. 

It's not, of course, because what Bucky doesn't understand is that nothing with him had ever been anything but fake. What Bucky doesn't understand is that even though he's your boyfriend, you've never been his girlfriend, you've been Natasha and Wanda's. You've always been Natasha and Wanda's.

Natasha comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist before pressing a kiss to your cheek, "go on, pretty girl, you can do it," she whispers encouragingly. This may not be a part of the original plan, but the sooner they get this done, the sooner she can take you back to her and Wanda’s apartment. And the sooner Wanda can stop obsessing over this. "Remember how he treated you. Remember how we treat you."

“Be a good girl, we’re so close.” Wanda’s voice hits your ears and it’s like you can’t help but listen to anything she says. You take the shot without a second thought, the bullet going straight through Bucky’s chest as your own chest heaves, your breathing slightly labored. You’re still holding the gun towards him as his eyes widen and he drops to the ground, touching the wound like he can’t believe what just happened. He chokes slightly, coughing, as blood starts to spill past his lips and you shut your eyes. If only he hadn’t turned into such a rotten guy, he would have survived. 

You feel Wanda’s soft hand slide up the length of your arm as she slots herself behind you now, Natasha going to check around the house to make sure no one has miraculously survived being slain. A smile graces the Sokovian’s lips and she envelopes your hand in her own, gently transferring the gun into her own grip instead, letting your arm drop to your side before lowering the weapon and tucking it into her back pocket, “you did such a good job, baby. I’m so proud of you.” Her voice is so sweet and loving that your bottom lip trembles involuntarily.

You love Natasha, but Wanda has always had an affect on you, and you know that if the Russian had said the same thing instead, you wouldn’t react this same way. The overwhelming feelings that loomed over tonight come back in full force as you let out the first sob. “Oh, sweet girl,” Wanda coos, turning you in her arms and bringing you against her, holding you tight, “such a big night for you, huh? But you know that what you’ve done is for the greater good, right? You know that, don’t you?” 

You nod and she kisses the top of your head. “B-But Tasha came early, and I didn’t know that Katie– I thought– Tasha was too early, and I couldn’t tell if–” You can’t get your thoughts together anymore, your mind racing with everything that’s been going through your head since the beginning of the night. The fear for Kate, the confusion when Natasha showed up before 10:02pm, the very specific time she was supposed to, the way Wanda had looked just as confused as you had.

“Oh no, did she scare you?” Wanda laughs lightly, endeared and a little amused, “I’ll have to give Tasha a little talking to. She was a little early, huh?” She smooths her hand along your hair, petting you, “don’t worry about Katie, darling, she’s just fine. You know how Yelena would react if she wasn’t.” 

“I-I know, but–”

“Shhh, I know, sweetheart. It’s okay, you didn’t know. Now, why don’t you give me a kiss, hm? Don’t I deserve a thank you?”

A ‘thank you’ for what, you didn’t know, but Wanda clearly thought she was deserving of one and who were you to question her? You lean up to give her a kiss, your arms wrapping around her shoulders as she grips your waist. You sigh against her lips, feeling yourself relax a little just from the comfort any amount of affection from Wanda gives you. 

“I leave you two alone for five minutes and you’re pretending like I don’t exist.” Natasha stands from where she was leaning against the doorframe as she looks at you and Wanda, “do you have any idea how long I was standing there?” It had only been long enough to catch Wanda’s ‘don’t I deserve a thank you?’ and watch the two of you kiss, but still. 

You pull away from Wanda and huff, your tears now forgotten, “I’m mad at you!” You glare at Natasha and she raises an eyebrow, walking towards you now, “mad at me, зайка?” She furrows her eyebrows slightly, as if she’s confused, and there’s an annoyingly attractive little smirk on her lips as she gets closer. 

She grabs your hips and pulls you away from Wanda and the Sokovian would usually protest against the Russian’s audacity to steal her girl away, but she’s content to watch the two of you bicker for a few minutes. Natasha pulls you against her, “now what did I do to deserve that?” She squeezes your hips softly, looking down at you. “You were early!” You push against her chest before resting your hands there, playing with the fabric of her sweatshirt, “we had a plan!”

“Well, we didn’t exactly stick to the plan anyway, did we, baby? Huh? I don’t think the past 15 minutes were part of the plan. How about you, Wands?” Natasha turns her head slightly and makes eye contact with her girlfriend, to which the strawberry blonde just rolls her eyes, “this is not my problem. She’s not mad at me.”

“We might have if you showed up on time! You scared me, you asshole!”

Natasha is perfectly happy to humor when you’re ‘mad’ at her and even when you play fight against her or hit her, but she is not happy to hear you speak to her like that. Her movement is swift as she reaches up to grab your jaw, her grip harsh as her fingertips dig into your cheeks, “watch your tone and your language, yeah?”

You whine quietly, nodding. Natasha hums, releasing your jaw in favor of patting your cheek, “good girl. Now, why don’t you tell me properly why you’re ‘mad’ at me?” Her next actions contradict her words as she slips her hands underneath your shirt, sliding her palms up your stomach and then back down again.

“You were…” you trail off, distracted by Natasha's hands on you. She slides her hands back up and gropes your covered breasts, “I was?” There’s a smug look on her face as she looks down at you, pleased with how easily she can distract you. “You were early and… and you scared me, I didn’t know it was you.”

“My sincerest apologies, princess,” Natasha slides her hands back down and grabs your waist, squeezing roughly, and then she grins, “I didn’t realize you were so easily scared.” You’re about to curse her out, but she leans down to capture your lips in a kiss before you get the chance. The kiss is sloppy and rough as your hands grip her sweatshirt, tugging her as close as possible. 

Wanda, never one to like being left out, takes her place behind you, sandwiching you between her and Natasha. Her hands slip under your shirt and replace where Natasha’s used to be, cupping your breasts and groping them softly, “let us make it up to you, ангел.”

The sound of Wanda’s soft voice in your ear relaxes you in their arms and you make a noise of agreeance against Natasha’s lips. “My poor little angel,” Wanda murmurs, “my divine little lamb. You didn’t deserve to be scared like that, did you?” Wanda’s questions are almost always rhetorical and you’re glad for that right now. 

One of Natasha’s hands moves from your waist to unbutton your jeans and then slides into your panties. You grip her sweater tighter to try and urge her to move her hand further down, but she leaves it splayed just above your cunt. She pulls away from your lips, the both of you panting as you catch your breath, a string of spit connecting your lips and then dripping down.

“Say please, зайка. Just because I’ve upset you doesn’t mean you lose your manners, does it?”

“Please, Tasha. Please touch me.”

“Tell me thank you for what I did today.” She’s trying to stay in control of herself, but you can tell from her labored breathing and the flush of her neck that you’ve affected her. 

“I’m so happy you freed me, Tasha. Thank you. I’m so grateful I can be yours forever now. Thank you, thank you.” 

Natasha surges forward and crashes her lips against yours, a moan escaping your lips at the contact. Wanda hums in approval and it lights a fire in both yours and Natasha’s stomachs. You both know, this time, Wanda is only here to watch over the two of you, and to know what you’re doing has her approval means more to the both of you than anything you’ve ever done.

Natasha swallows your gasp when you feel her fingers beginning to rub at your clit, slow circles that work you up at just the right pace. Wanda places small kisses on your neck as Natasha works, groping and squeezing at your breasts as she does. She knows she’ll have you to herself later while Natasha works on cleaning up today’s mess, so she’s content in watching her prized possession feel good.

When Natasha moves her hand further down and sinks two fingers into your cunt, you pull away from her lips and let out a little whimper. Usually, she’d work you up, but she knew the three of you shouldn’t linger in the house longer than necessary. “Shhh, that’s it baby, you can take it.” She lets you bury your face against her chest as she pumps her fingers in and out, grinding the heel of her palm against your clit. 

“There you go, that’s a good girl.” Natasha coos. She’s being uncharacteristically gentle and you think it’s because Wanda is watching or maybe she really does feel bad for scaring you like she did. She holds you tight against her as she leans over you to kiss Wanda. You feel your knees get weak when you realize what’s happening and you clench around Natasha’s fingers. 

They both pay you no mind except for the fact that Natasha’s skilled fingers are still working against your cunt. She curls them just right and you bite down on her collarbone. She gasps and pulls away from Wanda’s lips, her other hand gripping your waist tighter, her blunt nails digging into your skin and leaving little crescent marks. 

“Forgot our little зайка was a biter.” She grunts.

It’s not long before Natasha’s fingers work you up and push you over the edge, cumming with both her and Wanda’s permission. When Natasha pulls her fingers out you let out a little whine, sensitive from cumming. “Open up, pretty girl.” She brings her fingers up to your lips and you let her push them inside, cleaning your cum from her fingers, your cheeks hot at the action.

Natasha pulls away from you and pushes you to your knees, your shaky legs doing very little to hold you up anyway. Wanda’s fingertips drag across your cheek as she moves in front of you, standing next to Natasha. “What do you say, маленький ангел?” Wanda speaks as she uses her middle and ring finger to tilt your chin up. 

You peer up at them, adoration swimming in your eyes, “Thank you Mommy. Thank you Tasha.”

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THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Fifteen

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

warnings: draco being, well, draco

wc: 2495

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Chapter Fifteen: You Said Yes, Right?

"You said yes, right?"

Hermione was looking at you with such intensity that you felt uncomfortable in your seat. You had explained to her what was waiting for you the night prior, and she was ecstatic until you had informed her of your answer.

"I didn't know what to do," you raise your hands as if you're under arrest, "he caught me in a whirlwind and then I just stumbled."

"Did you take the flowers?"

"He insisted."

"Y/N," she slams her hands on the table before her, the others in the library looking around, "do you even realise how many girls talk about him? Edward Chambers wants to take you to the ball, and you said I need to think about it?"

Madam Pince peeks around the corner of a nearby bookshelf, and you lean in across the table.

"Would you keep your voice down?" you whisper sternly, "you're going to draw attention."

"I'm just confused," she whisper shouts back, "why wouldn't you say yes? Do you not like him? Is he secretly really weird or something? Do you know something no one else does?"

Then it hits her, and she falls back in her seat. You didn't need to answer, because she already knew what you were going to say. "Malfoy," she sighs disappointedly.

"I can't help it."

"I know," she says softly, sharing a small smile with you, "but you're doing that one thing you promised me you wouldn't."

"Huh?" you play dumb.

"You're putting things on hold for him," she reminds you, pointing aggressively at the table, "you know it's no good."

She was right. Painstakingly so. You let out a big puff of air before burying your head in your arms. Hermione gently rubs your head comfortingly.

"What is wrong with me," you mumble into your sleeves.

"You're not allowing yourself to move on," she tells you, "I can't imagine it's easy, but you've already told me you can't see a future where this works out. Edward seems a nice guy, just give him a shot. Nothing has to come of it."

Hermione spoke some wisdom. Edward was very keen on the eye, and from how polite he was last night, you could imagine he was gentlemen. You sigh deeply, still nuzzled against your crossed arms. There was a guilt eating at you, as if you were somehow betraying Draco if you said yes, even though there was no active romance between you. This feeling was up there with the worst of them.

"If I say yes," you mumble some more, "then what would you do? We were going together."

"I'll be fine," she shrugs, smiling, "I'll just go with Neville. I know he hasn't found a date yet."

You put your hand out, and Hermione takes it with a squeeze.

"Love you, 'Mione. I don't know what I'd do without you."

She laughs lightly.

"I love you too," she says, "I just want you to be happy. That's all."

"Happy is a word I'm not too familiar with at the moment." You mutter miserably.

"I hate to add fuel to the fire," Hermione then says, looking a little sheepish when your eyes lock, "but don't you think Draco will be attending with someone?"

"I'm sure of it," you roll your eyes, "and I know exactly who without having to guess."

Hermione follows your line of vision, spotting the stunning Slytherin on the other side of the library, studying alone.

"In that case," she turns back to you, "I say you have nothing to lose."

With only two days left until the dance, you hadn't much time to dwell over Edwards question. He had been patient, waiting for your answer an entire day, when you decided to put him out of his misery. You were going to agree to being his date at the weekend, whether your heart wanted to or not. Draco was at the back of your mind the entire walk there, agreeing to meet Edward at the front entrance, out of sight of the other students who were making their way to their dorms for the night. You didn't want to be the talk of Ravenclaw tower just yet.

Whilst you walked, several scenarios played in out in your head. How you were going to tell Draco was the main one. Of course, there was no need for you to feel guilty, but the guilt was gnawing at you anyway. As you turned down the last corridor, your worst nightmare just happened to be walking towards you, as if he'd materialized right out of your thoughts.

"Y/N," he says a little breathless, dressed in his Quidditch robes, no doubt coming back from practice, "fancy running into you this late."

"Yes," you say, nervously, which entices him to raise an eyebrow at your strange demeanour, "just fancied a walk is all."

"Towards the castle entrance?" he smirks playfully, "are you trying to escape?"

You laugh awkwardly, and he senses something is very off. The universe really had it in for you.

"You seem weird," he moves a little closer, and you step back abruptly, "everything okay?"

"Everything is just fine," you nod your head, gripping the sides of your robes. Unfortunately for you, Draco wasn't stupid, "I really should get going, I need to-"

"Hey," Edwards voice comes echoing down the corridor behind Draco, and he spins to face the boy, who's look of confusion only adds to the mystery, "I was wondering where you were, Y/N. Everything alright here?"

Edward eyes Draco cautiously, before coming to stand at your side. Draco looks unimpressed, disappointed and curious all at the same time.

"Did you need something, Malfoy?" Edward continues to prod, noticing how ridged Draco's body had become suddenly, like he was ready to lay one right in Edwards jaw. The Ravenclaw captain showed no fear towards the infamous Slytherin.

"Nothing," he says stiffly, "I was just asking Y/N where she was heading."

"Is it any of your business?" Edward steps forward slightly, in a threatening manner, and without thinking your hand reaches out to grab Edwards wrist in an attempt to stop any conflict. Draco's eyes shoot right to the point of contact.

"It is when a student is out past curfew," Draco's grey eyes slide up meet Edwards, and then his award winning snigger breaks out across his face, a look that sends a shiver down your spine, "I'm sure Flitwick would be pleased to know his star player likes breaking the rules."

"Like hell he'd listen to you," Edward retracts, and your heart begins to thunder under your ribcage, "you're nothing but old news, Malfoy. Get out of our way."

"Our way?" Draco chuckles devilishly, and then makes direct eye contact with you, "how interesting."

"C'mon, Y/N," Edward tugs on your arm gently, "let's leave this creep to it."

You're being pulled away before you can speak, looking back to see that Draco was already walking in the opposite direction. Your heart began to sting. The desire to run back and tell him it wasn't what it looked like, and that Edward is just a fellow student, he's nothing to you, was raging throughout your body. As soon as Edward takes you around the corner, your heart sinks into your stomach as you lose sight of Draco.

"Sorry about that," Edward breathes, smiling down at you with a completely different air about him, "not sure why he was so interested, but hey ho. Not to worry now. You wanted to talk?"

"Um, yes," you swallow thickly in an attempt to push down the lump in your throat, "I just wanted to accept your offer."

Edwards face lit up.

"Oh, really?" he says, "that's truly wonderful, Y/N. I'm so glad."

"Me too," you muster a smile for him, and then he's pulling you in for a hug. The feeling of another boys arms is foreign. You can tell it isn't Draco, as if he has a distinct way of touching you. You knew this person was different, because it felt different. The electricity you usually feel was but a small spark, if even that. To be polite, you hug him back loosely.

"Well, you must pick a dress," he says, pulling back, "have you seen one you like at all? Any colours? I'll obviously go with your colour scheme."

He was very sweet, and handsome, that much was obvious. He smiles a toothy grin.

"I have but it was rather pricey," you laugh breathlessly, "it was blue."

"The perfect colour, is it not?" Edward nudges your arm gently, "I'd be happy to buy it for you."

"Oh, no, I couldn't allow you to do that," you wave your hands dismissively, "I can find another one that's much more in my budget."

Edward gives you a lopsided smile, and his eyes soften as he looks down at you. He's looking at you like Draco does, like you're something... special.

"Whatever you want," he takes your hand a presses a feathery kiss, and the heat rushes to your face, "if blue is what you would like, then that is what you shall have."

You smile lightly, but soon look to the ground so he couldn't see how utterly flustered you were right now. Edward was so graceful, almost elegant in the way he handled you in those few short moments. It wasn't the same nervous feeling you have around Draco, you were merely flattered.

"I should probably get back to my room," you then tell him, "it's kind of late."

"Then I shall walk with you," he puts his arm out for you to link with, and memories of your walk into Hogsmeade on Draco's arm come flooding in like tidal waves. You thank him quietly, and take his arm, walking rather silently towards the tower together.

It was strange, foreign, almost. Edward never pushed you to speak, just every now and then commenting on the things you passed by. He was a calm presence, nothing chaotic or unnerving about being around him. You knew that many girls at school were interested in him from the whispers and rumours that would fly around the common room. He was unproblematic, polite and a teachers favourite. He always did well on tests and came out in the top scores. He was as nice to look at as he was to talk to. A star Quidditch player and an example student, and here you were on his arm, somewhere girls would fight tooth and nail to be.

There was just one problem.

One small, very nagging problem…

He wasn't Draco Malfoy.

Friday morning Draco felt physically sick. What on earth were you doing with Edward Chambers? He had suspected it had something to do with the ball, but his mind was so congested with thoughts of you sneaking off to be alone with someone else he didn't make much room for any common sense.

The way you grabbed his wrist. It hadn't been that long since you were both crying and confessing between the lines at the astronomy tower. He then felt guilt, guilty that he was angry about this when it was his decision to go along with his family. He then wonders if he should've fought more, made it clear to his parents he wasn't going to just settle. It might be too late for that now, he thinks. He's made his bed, and it was time to lie in it.

Alone and miserable.

He actively avoids you for the most part, keeping his head down during classes and taking the long route to anywhere he needs to be. Luckily for Draco, he knew every crack and crevice of this castle from sneaking around during his sixth year. He didn't trust himself to not be awful about it, especially since he was less than kind the other night. He could've just let you go, but no, he had to make some snide remark before passing by. If that hadn't bugged you, then he was sure seeing his face might do the trick.

It was late, the evening before the ball, excitement and anticipation hung thickly in the air. The smell protruding the hallways was absolutely delicious, the elves busy preparing a feast fit for a king. Draco was feeling especially melancholy tonight, making his way, with a bunch of flowers his mother had owled to him during breakfast in his hands, to Astoria Greengrass's dorm room.

You have left it rather late, his mother's letter read, but I took it upon myself to find out miss Greengrass's favourite flowers. You must ask her tonight, Draco. You shall be lucky if she is free.

Even the curvature of her words makes him feel furious. He rapped his knuckles on the wooden door, asking her friends if she was there prior, and waits just outside until the light from Astoria's room spills out into the corridor. She's dressed in a dusty pink gown, slippers to match, and lets out a squeak of surprise upon seeing him.

"Draco," she says, jumping back behind the door, "I wasn't expecting anyone."

"It's only me," he smiles thinly, "you don't need to hide."

She lets out a small chuckle in relief.

"I suppose not," she moves to block the light once more, her eyes now drawn towards the bouquet of pink roses in his hand, "are those flowers?"

"For you," Draco presents them to her, "I know it's late, but you don't happen to have a date for tomorrow night, do you?"

Astoria tries to hide the pure joy in her features, but Draco see's the way her eyes sparkle at the question. He thinks it's a shame his heart can't learn to love her.

"I actually do not," she laughs nervously, gently stroking the petals on one of the roses, "I was, well, it might sound a little weird, but... hoping you might come by, if you hadn't decided on someone else."

He could see she was looking at him with anticipation for an answer. She wants to know if she is a second choice to someone else. Someone else being you. He doesn't have the heart to confirm her suspicions, so instead smiles best he can.

"I'm just a nervous person deep down," he tells her, a little white lie to quell the uneasiness, and her shoulders slump a little in relief, "I was going to ask you a while ago."

"Oh," she yet again tries to mask her excitement, biting down on her lip, "well, in that case, I would love to go with you, Draco. Thank you for asking me."

"Colour?"

"Do you need to ask?"

He lets out a breathless chuckle.

"I'll be waiting for you in the common room tomorrow night at seven," he then relays to her, and she quickly moves in to press her lips to his cheek in a fleeting kiss.

"Sounds wonderful," she breathes, backing into the doorway. His body goes rigid, not sure how to feel about that sudden gesture, "goodnight, Draco."

"Yeah, night," he then stutters to say, rubbing the back of his neck. She may think she flustered him, but in reality he feels nothing but awkwardness. The door closes, the light from the room disappearing and leaving him in the dim corridor. He lets out a deep sigh, before falling back against the wall.

"I do hope you're happy, mother," he mumbles to himself.

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[winniethewife]

Broke your heart, I'll put it back together (Peter B. Parker x Reader)

Words: 718

She opened the door, the rain was pouring down, there he was Peter B. Parker her best friend since the beginning of high school. Standing in the pouring rain.

“Peter? Are you insane? Come inside. Please.”

“Thanks, I-I didn’t know what to do. Where to go…”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve had a really, really weird day.” He goes to tell her about being pulled to another universe and Miles, Gwen, Penni, Noir, Porker, all of it. She sat there a little off kilter, sure she was one of the few who knew he was Spiderman but this… even this was weird for them.

“But I think I want to try to get back with MJ have kids you know, remind her how it used to be…” He smiles at her and she smiles. She knows how much Peter Loves MJ and that’s why she never said anything all these years about her feelings for him.

“Just tell her how you must've lost your mind. How it’s always been her and you would do anything to have her back.” She tried to smile at him as genuinely as possible, which probably looked pretty normal to him by now.

“You always knew exactly what to say. You are the best.” He gives her a hug and she lets the smile fall from her face as she buried her face in his shoulder, holding him close for just a moment longer.

“You’d do the same for me Peter.” She says quietly, wishing for once she could be selfish. They sat and talked for a long time, eventually she got out a bottle of wine and they had a couple glasses. She didn’t think about how handsy she gets when wine drunk. Her head resting in Peter’s lap as they laugh and joke around. She takes his hand in hers and starts to play with his fingers in quiet contemplation.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Peter asked, confused as to why she had suddenly gone quiet

“Peter…I want you for worse or for better…You’ve been the only guy on my mind since we met. I Just…I never wanted to tell you because, you always pick MJ. Always, But…I would wait for ever and ever for you to give me a chance.” She say this so honestly and but also drunkenly. He’s speechless, probably for the first time in his life. He used his free hand to caress her face. Has she really been hiding this all this time?

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” He asked softly as her caresses her face. He doesn’t know how to feel. It was always MJ. He’s loved her for a long time, since the minute he met MJ. But looking at his best friend, he wonders, is he making the right choice.

“I don’t know… It was always MJ…I didn’t want to ruin your life… you were always so happy together, and when you got divorced I wanted to give you space…and now, you’re going back to her…and I don't want you to go” She said not looking in his eye, Only looking at his hand in hers. Peter takes her chin in his hand and turns her face to look at him, Hazelnut eyes looking into hers.

“Say it…say you want me…” He murmured

“I want you Peter. I’ve never wanted anyone else.” She didn’t sound so drunk this time. He pulls her up into an embrace burying his face in her shoulder. He takes in her scent. If he wanted to get back with MJ, why was this so tempting? She pressed a soft kiss on his neck, she knew he probably would still go back to her in the end, but it was hard to resist it.

“I…I shouldn’t” He tries to reason with himself

“One night Peter…you can go back to her in the morning. You’ll get the girl…She won’t know.” She whispers in his ear, before kissing his neck again.

“You deserve better…you deserve more” His voice is sad, his best friend was in love with him, and he might just take advantage of that. She moves to look him in the eye, her hands on either side of his face.

“Please…. Say you want me.” She leans in closer to him

“I want you” he closed the distance.

~

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[novamariestark]

Birthday Blues | Alden Parker x f!reader

Summary: When Parker's birthday arrives he starts to feel self-conscious about the age gap between you

Warnings: fantasizing (not detailed), age gap

Word count: 1545

[A/N] I wanted to post this on my birthday last week but my brain took the weekend off 😂

'Oh great, another year older' Parker thought as he woke up on the morning of his birthday

It didn’t used to bother him as much as it does now. But it does. Why?

You

A 30-year-old woman who for some reason he can’t begin to explain, fell in love with him. But you did. You fell in love with your new team leader. Parker shook his head with a sigh as he got out of bed and went into the bathroom to get ready for work. The two of you have been dating for seven months. You actually met through Fornell, and you fell in love with him before he joined NCIS. When he first started, you two decided to end your relationship and just remain co-workers and friends. That didn’t last long.

You couldn’t concentrate every day, knowing what it felt like to be in his arms. Waking up next to him or to the smell of whatever pastries he popped out to get for you.

The two of you met at one of Fornell’s poker games. You weren’t a pro but you were still good enough to win some pocket money. Fornell was like an uncle to you, Gibbs too. Gibbs was also there and despite telling you that he’d never play poker with you again, sure enough he got sucked in every time. Director Vance was there too, which was always weird for you because you rarely see him outside the office or without that stern look on his face.

This time you lost repeatedly, and they were starting to get worried about you because you made some very rookie mistakes. These mistakes were caused by the incredibly attractive man sitting opposite you. All your attention was going to not staring at him and making it obvious.

What made him so attractive to you? Was it the way his hazel eyes focused on the cards in his hand. Or the way his eyebrows knitted together as he anticipated his next move or was it the way his long fingers curl around the small cards. You couldn't help but imagine what those long fingers could do to you. How they’d feel against your skin. You shuddered just thinking about it and hoped no one noticed. Despite your efforts, the dirty part of your mind betrays you. Your heart races as your fantasies run wild and you take in every little detail, each mesmerizing move he makes.

His voice didn’t help either, it was deep and melodious. It just made him more attractive, sexier.

What you didn’t know was that he was going through the same thing as you. It’s his first time at Fornell’s poker night and the last thing he expected was a beautiful girl. When he first arrived, he was immediately captivated by you. You were absolutely stunning, with long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. As the night went on, he realized that he couldn't concentrate on the game. He was too busy watching you, and it was starting to become a distraction. He was content to watch the plays of the others, drinking in the beauty of the woman across from him. During the game, he stole glances at you, admiring your every feature, from the graceful curves of your body to the enchanting dimples that lined your cheeks.

When the night ended, everyone started to head home, or in Gibbs’ case, crash in the spare room. You and Alden walked to your cars together in silence. Being so close to him made you nervous.

The only thing that could be heard was the light noise of cars in the distance. At least until Alden broke it.

“Did you go on easy on me?” Alden smiled, a twinkle in his eye, God that smile, “Because it was my first time?”

For a moment, you were confused but then it dawned on you. Fornell must have warned him about you. You felt your cheeks heat up as you’re reminded of the real reason you tanked tonight. It was less embarrassing, so you said ‘yes’

“Well, I appreciate it, I’m not that good at poker,”

You smiled and decided to jump at the opportunity in front of you. You smiled at him and shrugged, “I could teach you if you like. Take all of Toby’s money,”

He took you up on your offer and that’s how your relationship started, a couple of innocent games that turned into something more.

The age gap didn't seem to bother you and it had never concerned Parker either, but as the day of his birthday approached, he couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about the age gap between the two of you. You could see the worry etched on his face and it broke your heart.

The man was a pastry aficionado. He loved to bring you and the team exotic pastries to try. So, you decided to make some of your own. You used to bake all the time but, due to your hectic work schedule, you hadn't had the chance to bake anything in a while. To do this, you chose to do the one thing you hadn’t done since you were a teenager. Play hooky. A few days before, you had been dropping subtle hints that you were not feeling well. You expected Parker to be suspicious, especially considering the timing and the fact that he was a trained investigator, but he didn’t seem to catch on. But he was really worried about you.

He had been worried about you ever since. He had spent countless hours by your side, making sure you were comfortable and had everything you needed. It made your heart swell because of how much he cared, but also made you feel a little guilty as you weren’t sick. As he prepared to leave for work that morning, he couldn't help but express his concern once more.

"You sure you are going to be okay?" he asked you, his voice filled with worry.

You smiled weakly at him, grateful for his concern. "I'm fine, Alden, just need some rest. I should be okay later," you reassured him.

He gave you a gentle nod and closed the door to your bedroom as he left for work. As soon as you heard his car drive away, you got up from the bed. You quickly got changed, ready to head to the store to pick up the ingredients you needed. You grabbed your purse and car keys, throwing on a sweater to keep warm from the chill in the air.

When you arrived home, with your arms full of grocery bags that filled with everything you needed, you put on some music and got to work. You quickly put it all away and started rolling out the dough and beating together the filling, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla filling the house.

With the help of some online videos and a few of your grandma’s recipes, you had the perfect pastry dough. You spent the next few hours baking each piece, trying different recipes and attempting to combine flavors. Hours later, you were overwhelmed with excitement. After all that work, it was finally time to taste your creation. You grabbed a tray of the perfect golden-brown pastries and went to the team’s headquarters.

You took a deep breath as you exited the elevator, knowing that you would be seen as soon as you did. McGee was the first person to see you.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked concerned. Obviously, they knew why you weren’t at work but not why you were there now. At McGee’s voice, everyone looked up and followed his eyeline.

Immediately, everyone stood up, looking at you and wondering what’s going on but they quickly noticed the tray in your hands.

Torres, being the curious one, was the first to make a move towards the tray. He reached out his hand, only to have it smacked away by you. You couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction.

"Happy Birthday, Alden," you said, your voice filled with love and affection. You could see the surprise and happiness in his eyes as he looked at the pastries on the tray.

“You aren’t really sick, are you?” he asked as you stopped in front of him.

“I’m sorry, baby, don’t be mad but I wanted to do something special for you,” you smiled nervously as you gestured to the pastries in your hands.

As the rest of the group gathered around, you began to explain how you had spent the entire day baking these treats for Alden. You had tried out a new recipe and had even decorated them with his favorite color frosting.

It had been a long day, and everyone was exhausted and starving. You gave everyone a pastry, carving out some extra slices for Parker. Everyone took a bite of their slices and a satisfied “ahhh” went up in the room. Everyone exclaimed how delicious your pastries were.

Parker walked over to you, kissing your temple, 'Thank you, beautiful,” he said, finally managing a smile.

You kissed him on the lips, lingering for just a moment and whispered, “No matter how many birthdays come and go, I'm never going to love anyone more than I do you.”

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[reidslovely]

Ever Since...Queens. (Mob! Peter Parker)

Pairing: Mob! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader.

Requested: Yes based on this request here

Description: Peter Parker when rushed into position of bossman, he thought finding the love of his life like his uncle would be easy. Three girls, three different stories until he realized she had been in front of him all along. 

Content Warnings: Peter is really vain in the beginning like any teenage boy is. Nothing really outside of this, mentions of murder? Nothing descriptive. 

AN: Written a little different than my other stuff, and a little rushed...still hope you enjoy <3

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Love was always a complicated thing for Peter.

As much of a man Peter had to be, on the inside for a long time he was still the teenager he was when he was thrusted into the position. When Peter was rushed into the role of boss he had to look around and decide where his life was going to go from here. At seventeen years old he had to decide who he was going to marry, and how to keep what Ben had built. It wasn’t as easy as Ben made it out to be, and Peter wasn’t ready to fall in love. He wasn’t even sure he knew what love felt like. It took time but, he did with the right woman.

“What do you mean you don’t think you’ve ever been in love? You and Felicia dated forever. You didn’t love her?”

Harry laughed as he sat in the leather chair by the open window summer breeze blowing into the office. Peter sat there, twisting in the chair of his uncle's office. It all still felt foreign to him. He didn’t fit, if someone had walked in here now no one would take him seriously. He was some scrawny kid sitting in a chair that looked like it could eat him whole, he felt like he was playing pretend.

“I cared for Felicia, I liked her. But I never saw myself being with her, I never saw us getting married, having kids. I didn’t even want to go to prom with her” Peter straightened up in the chair untucking his leg from under the other, staring at the wedding photo of Ben and May positioned happily in the corner. The door pushed open, May’s laughter could be heard from down below as the three girls entered the door also enjoying the older woman's joy.

“Hello girls, what can me and my very scary hitman do for you?”

“Shut up, Osborn.”

Gwen laughed, dropping herself on the couch next to Mary-Jane. The other girl was sitting on the arm of the chair, Peter had watched (Y/N) closely, how she hid herself away from her friends, always seeming a bit lost in her own thoughts. Peter caught her staring at him often and it gave him a tight, weird feeling in his chest. One he couldn’t place, sort of like anxiety.

Don’t get him wrong she was kept, and well groomed for the most part. Her hair did stick out here and there, maybe because of the heat wave going through Queens currently. Makeup was smeared slightly under her eyes like she had slept in it. Her clothes were always a bit ill fitting, like she was hiding herself. If Peter was going to pick someone, she couldn’t look like that. Let alone she needed to have some social skills, and (Y/N) did not.

Gwen’s well manicured, pink clad hand reached out for Peters, pulling his gaze away from (Y/N) and to the blonde.

“You seem lost.” She jokes, her thumb stroking over the back of his hand.

Gwen had a thing for Peter, she had since they were in middle school and Peter couldn’t lie he had enjoyed the attention she gave him.

“Never.” Peter teased back, his grin wide on his face. He took her hand in his, his thumb brushing over her dainty ones. “What are you doing this weekend?” He asked, no one in the room gasped but the tension multiplied. Watching Mary-Jane and (Y/N) traded looks, and Harry’s eyes looked as if they were going to roll out of their sockets.

“Nothing..I’m all yours.”

There that feeling was again, anxiety and had he turned his head he would have seen (Y/N) staring at the back of his head with a frown on her face.

Then like magic Gwen was all his. For four years, before she dumped him to leave for England on the day he was gonna propose.

She had begged Peter to give up the family business, to come to England with her that they could be normal. Normal sounded good to Peter, great even. However, Peter had racked up a higher kill count than anyone ever thought he would, this meant his family and friends were at risk if Peter let them out of their sights for even a minute. That’s why he didn’t go, at least that’s the reason he gave himself.

In the weeks time Gwen left Peter had found solace in (Y/N), a person he grew very close with very fast once he could get her to stop hiding in the back of their friend group.

“You’ll find some one Pete, you’re amazing! Girls throw themselves at your feet all the time.”

(Y/N) said, closing her laptop as they spoke over the phone. Peter, now twenty-one, could appreciate the way they had all changed over the years. Harry was his second hand man, he had gotten over his womanizing ways and finally chose to be serious about his life. Mary-Jane, who was going through her own rocky break-up, had finally moved out of her dad’s house and was on a small off broadway play now.

Then (Y/N).

(Y/N) had become a great friend to Peter while he was dating Gwen, mostly because she and Gwen were inseparable. She was filling out herself. Her clothes started to fit better, and she had cut a few inches off her hair keeping it from being frizzy. Yet, she didn’t want to date, Peter had even tried to set her up with Harry at one point. While she was thankful, she stated she wasn’t interested.

Shame.

“Yeah, I’d like to meet them.” Peter laughed into the phone as he stepped into the black SUV. “Give them my number and tell them to call me.” He said laying his head back.

“I’ll tell you what, why don’t we all go out tonight. Me, you, Harry and M.J. It’ll make you feel better.”

Peter thought on her words, watching people on the street pass by as he rode in the back of Miguel’s car.

“Yeah, okay. Don’t make me regret it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

There was a sadness in her voice. Peter noticed it a lot when they talked, he thought maybe she was lonely. Which is why he was always trying to set her on dates.

Peter didn’t regret going out that night. He sat in the booth at the club watching M.J. and (Y/N) dance together. The two laughed and grabbed onto each other’s shoulders as they yelled lyrics at each other, once they were a couple shots deep.

“She’s gorgeous huh?” Harry laughed. “Really filled out.”

What a weird way for Harry to talk about Mary-Jane. Mary-Jane has always been gorgeous with her soft red hair, green eyes that look at you with care and understanding. Peter had even gotten to kiss her in the school play in middle school. It was accidental, but it happened.

“Yeah, but she’s always looked like that.” Peter laughed still nursing his old fashion. Harry’s energy sat up straighter, suddenly more interested in what Peter was saying. Yeah, he’s cutting Harry off at three next time.

“Yeah? She’s always had a thing for you. You should ask her out, if..if you’re ready of course.” Peter thought for a moment, biting his inner cheek. Harry was right. Gwen was gone, she was in England and she was not coming back. As if on cue, the girls walked back. (Y/N) slid in next to Peter, and Mary-Jane next to Harry.

“What were you guys talking about?” (Y/N) asked, drinking her vodka soda. Looking up at Peter with her big puppy dog eyes. He didn’t know how to answer her, as he looked down at her.

There was that ping in his chest.

“Harry was talking to me about something and helped me realize.” Peter pulled his gaze away from (Y/N), back to Harry. There's a grin on his face no one has seen since Gwen.

“M.J. you wanna get outta here?”

M.J. looked at Peter a bit taken back, her pale cheeks flushing a red that matches her hair. “I, yeah sure.” She says grabbing her bag from the other side of Harry, rushing out of the booth. (Y/N) moved slowly out of the booth, letting Peter out, tossing enough money to cover their tab.

Had he turned around he would have seen a very sorry Harry, comforting a very upset (Y/N).

Things got in the way very quickly. Peter had to get out of New York for a while, taking May and M.J. with him. He didn’t stay in contact with anyone outside of them for their own safety. Except Harry of course, keeping everything good in New York as he worked out of the Keys for a bit.

‘A bit’ quickly turned into three years.

Mary-Jane was there through it all. Police interrogations, which Peter effortlessly outsmarted. Quick little moves they had to make, they even almost got married. Peter however, saw how much she wanted out. She longed to have a life that she didn’t feel out of control of, she longed to get back into acting. They loved each other, but he couldn’t hold her back.

They broke up once they got back to New York. There was no heartbreak in it this time, there was no denial like there was with Gwen. Maybe because a part of Peter knew he didn’t love M.J. the way he had loved Gwen. He was even learning to admit he was not ready to marry Gwen.

Everything happened to Peter for a reason. A reason he didn’t understand.

Not until he was standing outside a bookshop in the city, staring at the name printed at the bottom. His chest tightened, he wasn’t sure if it was the memories that came with the name or how proud he was. He hadn’t known she wanted to be a writer, she was always scribbling or writing in her journal for as long as he could remember. Whenever he’d ask she’d just say it was nothing important.

“Going in?” A mother asks, her daughter's hand in hers.

“Oh, yes.” Peter opened the door for them letting the mother and daughter in before him. He fixes the scarf wrapped around his neck, pulling it off his neck and into his pocket.

There she was.

Peter's heart thumped in his chest as he watched her interact with the kids. She smiles as she signs their books, and talks to them about the little bunny on the cover. He remembered the stuffed bunny she lugged around in elementary school, how Flash Thompson ripped it from her hands throwing it in a puddle. Peter remembered throwing down flash getting on top of him hitting him before grabbing the stuffed yellow rabbit from the puddle wiping it against his white shirt. The way she looked at him, was the first time he felt that tightening in his chest.

The tightening that made his heart felt like it missed a beat when she smiled at him, engulfing him in a hug as a thank you.

After all these years, he could place the feeling. It wasn't anxiety, it wasn’t regret. It was adoration taking a physical toll on his body. It explains the way his hands would shake when she’d hand him something. Now it’s all the same as he reaches the front, being the last in line.

“I don’t have a kid with me, but maybe you can sign something for an old friend.” Peter laughed, placing the book on the table.

“Peter Parker.”

They share a smile, (Y/N) stands going in for a side hug. Peter engulfed her his hands firmly on her back, holding them together. There was so much to say, but he didn’t know where to start for once. How to voice what he was feeling. (Y/N) pulled away from their hug but there was no gleam to her eye like there usually is, but she still had the same sweet smile.

She bent down to sign his copy of the book.

“Are you done here? Do you have dinner plans?” He asked. (Y/N) opened her mouth before shutting it. “I uh, don’t no. Why?”

“I thought maybe we could get dinner..as like a date.” (Y/N) looked like she had been waiting for those words all her life. (Y/N) looked up at him, and then back down at the ground.

“No, no Peter, I'm sorry.”

Everything felt like it crashed down. No, what did she mean no.

“What..why? We can do tomorrow, I just wanna take you out.”

The sigh that left her mouth disappointed Peter to an extent he hadn’t felt in a long time. Why? Had he been too late?

“Peter..had you asked three years ago, even last month I would have dropped everything and said yes in a heartbeat. I have been hopelessly, and devotedly in love with you since that day in fourth grade that you beat Flash up for me. But you never saw me, you never looked at me, and I just don't wanna be a rebound, I can’t sit here and love that you’re finally seeing me as more than the ugly duckling only to be dropped a few weeks later.”  

(Y/N) rambled her words just falling out of her mouth, Peter listened to everything she said. He stood there shocked and confused, why would she- oh.

“I gotta help clean this up Pete, but we shoul-”

“No (Y/N), it is not like that. I..please.”

He couldn’t get the words out before she was already walking away. He wasn’t giving up this time, he wasn’t going to just give up. That’s not who he was.

He cut in front of her grabbing her shoulders, eyes pleading her to look at him, to listen.

“It is not. Do you hear me, it is not that.” Peter says his hands holding her face. “It has always been you. Ever since I was that little boy in Queens, it has been you. You make me so nervous, yet so giddy. I have this ping in my chest everytime you look at me or talk to me. I just wanna be with you. Forever, for as long as you will have me. That faceless girl I see when I picture a wedding, or kids. She is you, and I see that now. I just had the chance to know you, to share my life..”

(Y/N) grabbed Peter’s face, pulling him in for a heated kiss. Something she had waited years for, Peter could tell in the way she kissed him.

“Again, Daddy, again.” The little boy in bed begs, holding the signed copy of his mothers book in his hands.

“Noooo, no more.” He laughs. “You gotta get to sleep. Big day tomorrow.” Peter kissed Benji’s head, leaving the room. He stopped by the nursery watching his wife rock their newborn daughter back to sleep. (Y/N) caught his eye, giving him a toothy smile as she hummed to the little girl. Peter grinned to himself, the ping in his chest growing, feeling him with that boyish feeling all over again. She was finally his, the girl he had defended all those years ago, and promises to continue to defend even after it is all over.

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[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Original Fiction

Wildflowers of Deliverance (three-part series)

Red, like my bleeding heart in your hand - 25k (complete--editing) novella prequel (the childhood years) - Follow Nash, his sister Jo, and his best friend Teddy in Deliverance, TN as they take on bullies and grow together, only to be ripped apart before they reach their potential

Blue, like don't forget about me - 60k (complete--editing) queer romance - Twenty years after Nash and Teddy lost touch, they reunite at a funeral and find all of the too-big feelings from childhood are still there, bubbling under the surface

Violet, like these delights - 50k~ (outlining) sequel to Blue - Jo's POV, coming of age in your 30's - Jo gets the freedom she thought she always wanted and finds, it kind of sucks actually

Woolen Hollow - Drafting Percolating - fantasy, magic systems, found family, accidental chosen one; a story about choice, family, and that weird forest kingdom girl who's obsessed with fortune tellers

Hot Air Balloon Town (working title - percolating) - In a small town famous for their hot air balloon museum and annual festival, a young woman decides she's going to break the world record for highest altitude in an open basket. However, the ghost in town is complicating things.

FanFiction

Spideypool (Peter Parker/Wade Wilson)

Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) -- slowburn soulmates au where friendship is magic (or the one where Peter and Wade are literal soulmates but don't realize it for literal years because they're literal idiots)

The Little Barnacle -- Peter panics and botches Wade's proposal by proposing first like the babbling disaster man he is. He also turned out hella aro and this was his choice.

GwenMJ (Gwen Stacy/Michelle Jones)

michelle.mp3 -- Michelle breaks up with Peter and retreats to her grandma's house in the country to lick her wounds and meets Gwen, her insufferable neighbor who also happens to be the drummer and songwriter who upended her perfectly adequate life and is apparently back for more.

Parkner (Peter Parker/Harley Keener)

*deep breath*

Freak Out 'Verse -- It starts with a kidnapping, evolves through a summer romance, and ends with a portal to another dimension, team dynamics, and... shit tits? am i reading this right? ...really? Yeah folks it says shit tits what the fuck

Peaches 'Verse -- It starts with Abbie and Harley. It starts with leaving. It ends with Abbie and Harley and Peter and May. It ends with a room and choosing to stay.

The Distance Between (You and Me) -- Harley struggles to get a grip on his PTSD while his kidnappers are still out there, the board of directors at Stark Industries are looking for any excuse to deny him his future right to inherit the company, and his "bodyguard" drives him up the fucking wall.

For the First Time, Eye to Eye -- Peter and Harley have a lot of shit to work through and Harley's family reunion (while they pretend to be boyfriends of five years rather than workplace rivals), is not the time or place. And yet...

Lemon Boy -- Post-Endgame (sorry) Harley takes in Peter as a roommate to help with expenses while he remodels his deceased uncle's house. Both grieving in their own way, they eventually learn to see the other clearly--through the mask and despite the barriers.

Parkner One-Shots

Heart (in hand) Home (in you) - 2.5k - Harley-centric sick fic

An Insignificant Problem - 1.2k - De-aged!Peter; Fed-up!Harley

Wouldn't Dream of It - 2.3k - Harley-centric alien goo induced trip down memory lane

The Human Kind - 3.7k - Spidey and Laddie play hide and seek :) (mind the tags!)

Undercover? I thought you said under covers... - 3.7k - what it says on the tin ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Peter, no - 3.4k - Peter is an awful outdoorsman. Harley is in love with him.

Rhythm and Blues - 1.3k - Flash POV! He's stuck late at school and sees something he isn't supposed to.

No Need to Rush - 5.3k - It's simple: Harley loves Peter. Yet complicated: Peter loves Harley.

Second Chances for Second Guessers - 3.7k - Peter is a flighty little whimp afraid of falling in love

Pete, I'm Fake Drunk and Wanna Go Home - 2.9k - Peter needs a night off and Harley has a fool-proof plan to make him take one

The Devil is a Hopeless Romantic - 2k - tried to write angst. it's only okay

Completely and utterly devoid of sex appeal - 1.7k - Peter has the hots for Harley when he wears a certain outfit. Unfortunately it's his work uniform. And they work together.

Fake Romance Crap - 3.4k - sure he fake married me an hour ago, but do you think he likes me?

Apeshit - 2.1k - A Freak Out 'Verse one-shot written for the prompt: You know what, maybe they ARE tired of being nice. Maybe they DO wanna go apeshit.

adventures with hair dye and feelings — In Space! - 8.7k - 5 times Harley and Peter don’t kiss +1 time they do (in space!) Written for the combined prompts: 8) every single kiss so far has been a disaster but it's really funny and 46) don't have a one night stand with your coworker on the spaceship

Put in the Work - 54.7k - Rated M - fka the nasa au, now with minimal nasa (sorry). Harley built his whole life around two things: his daughter and his career at NASA. It's nothing but bad luck that he's laid off at the same time Hazel is pushing for independence. To cope, he falls back on his usual stress-relief, hotel sex with a hot stranger, but bad luck arrives in threes and it's definitely bad luck to fall in love with your one-night stand. If only he had a friend to vent to other than his sister, his daughter, and his strange quasi-friendship with Spider-Man via twitter…

Come on, take a joyride - 6.8k - 5 times Harley takes Peter for a ride +1 time Peter takes Harley

Free Pass - 9k - Rated E - a smutty New Year's Eve one-shot that got plot in it somehow...

another time, a difference place (I have loved you before) - ??? - In-progress (I'm posting as I go for once) - Endgame parkner fix it fic. Peter and Harley were together inside the soul stone. Unfortunately, neither of them remember anything and these frequent bouts of deja vu are getting weird.

Coming Up...

Baseball Smut - Rated E - parkner one-shot. Baseball uniforms are sexy, okay?

Your Mom Freaked Out - ??? - An addition to the Freak Out 'Verse that occurs sometime before the final scene of You're Freaking Out's epilogue. Harley gets blasted with temporal rays when Peter and Tony's time machine experiment goes wrong. It's just his luck that he wakes up handcuffed with Officer Benjamin Parker sitting at his bed side...

Not Spider-Man 4: Bring it on Home (working title) - ??? (LONG) - Gen fic (no romantic parkner), Harley-centric, trans ftm!Harley, canon compliant, post NWH - Harley built his own Iron Man armor and he uses it Robin Hood style to keep Rose Hill from blinking out on the map. Abbie thought she was helping by sneaking off to meet with reporter Betty Brandt and her photographer, Peter Parker, to shed some light on the dire situation in small towns like Rose Hill post-blip and the extremes people like her brother go to to keep people fed and healthy. But getting kidnapped is rarely considered helpful.

Spider-Man 4: Bring it on Home - ??? - Peter/Michelle - Sequel to Not SM4: BioH - Michelle POV (maybe with some Peter POV too--i'll decide when I actually get to writing it hah) -- Inspired by the events of Not SM4, Peter sets out to Boston get his friends back. Meanwhile, Michelle is trying to solve the mystery of why she and Ned have gaping holes in their memories. Ned has it worse than she does and has the therapy and medical bills to prove it, which is all the more reason for her to get to the bottom of this before his episodes get any worse. She's positive she could have solved it by now if not for the universe throwing constant distractions in her face--like the cute guy that recently started frequenting the shop where she works. And what the hell is Spider-Man doing outside of New York. One mystery at a time, Em. You'll figure it out. You always do.

We Were Gods (we were kids) - 100k~ - parkner childhood friends to estranged almost lovers to superheroes fighting on opposite sides to reluctant allies to lovers (this is the OG OG Blue like don't forget about me, back to its roots)

#UPDATED: 03/09/2024 #masterpost #writeblr intro #parkner #spideypool #this isn't going to show up anywhere due to the 75 billion links but here we are #finally decided to make one without out a metric fuck ton of images #even tho i worked really hard on those images #and i love them #*sigh*

[definitelynottony]

Could you do starkercest? But fem!peter? 🥺 pls?

Her there nonny. Fem!Peter isn't something I've done before, but I gave it a shot because you asked so nicely~

TW: Female Peter, incest (Daddy x daughter)

Tony thought he's been a good father. He's spoiled his baby girl rotten over the years, sure, but she's perfect. And when she gives him those big bambi eyes, like hell he'd ever say no to her. Except when it comes to boys.

"Daddy! Everyone else has a date, why can't I? There was at least three guys that already asked me to the dance!"

"Because, princess, you're not old enough to date yet." That has been Tony's excuse for the last four years. It's even getting old to his own ears.

"That's bullshit and you know it! I'm seventeen, Dad! Most of my class have been dating since they were twelve!"

"I'm sorry you're going to school with a bunch of heathens, but i'm raising my little girl with some class. You can date when I'm dead!"

"But that'll take forever!!!"

"Brat." Tony rolled his eyes at her.

"Meanie!" Parker pouted out to her Dad. Tony can't stand that.

"Come on, tesoro. Don't be like that. Daddy bought you that pretty dress you wanted, bought you all new makeup, and you're going to go get your hair done. Why do you need a boy bringing you down when you're going to be the bell of the ball?"

Parker's eyes started to shine with tears. She was good... too damn good. She knows how to play her Dad's heartstrings. Crying, without fail, always got her what she wanted. She learned that by age five. Tony never had the heart to say no.

"Parker Maria Stark. Do not cry over a boy. I taught you better than that."

"Who am I going to slow dance with, Daddy? I'll look like a loser... everyone already thinks I'm weird."

Tony pulled his little girl into a tight hug. "No one thinks that, baby. You're the prettiest girl in that whole school."

"You have to say that! You're my dad."

"I'm also a man. I know what I'm talking about."

Parker's face flushed at that comment. She turned away and pouted, trying to hide her face. Tony saw it, though. Felt it. How his little girl clenched her thighs... he's just a man. God. A lonely man with a gorgeous seventeen year old daughter. These intrusive thoughts aren't the first time they came to the old man.

Honestly, they've been happening more and more. Even more sinful after Tony saw what his little girl bought herself with her Daddy's credit card. Tony had to dig a bit. Had to threaten the company with the fact that they sold over a five hundred dollars worth of products to a minor. But it was worth it. To see all the lingerie that now sits in his little girls dresser. The dildos and vibrators she's hiding under her bed.

Yeah. There's no way he's letting his little girl with an awakening sexual appetite go off with a teen boy. Tony was a teen boy at one point. He knows how they are. What they want. The only thing they want. The joke is that thing doesn't go away with age. When he's holding his little girl like this, thinking about what she might be thinking about... okay. He should probably let go now.

"Daddy?" Parker asks in a shy voice as her Dad let go of her and stepped back.

"Yes, baby girl?"

"Why don't you want me to have a boyfriend? You know, statistically, kids with strict rules tend to do worse things when they're legal..."

"Are you threatening me, princess?" Tony's face gets serious. Eyes small in a glare, eyebrow cocked.

"All I'm saying is if I don't get to date boys my own age now, maybe I'll end up dating an older man next year when I go off to college." She shrugs.

"Excuse me? You will do no such thing. You're my child, you'll follow my rules."

"No! If I want to go date a forty year old when I turn eighteen in a few months, I will! And you can't stop me!"

Tony's never felt this possessive before. He sees red when he grabs his girl by the wrist and pulls her in against him. When he growls out, "if you're so desperate for a man to fuck you, sweetheart, let Daddy show you exactly what you're asking for."

He might not win "father of the year award," especially after this. But he made his little girl scream and pass out after her third orgasm and you know, that's enough for him.

#reply #starker #fem!peter #fem!peter x tony #mywritings

[cassieb1617]

Call of Duty💌

Fluff, peaks of angst

Pairing: Steve Rogers x gamer!reader

Summary: You love battlefield, but you love Steve more.

Warnings: Mentions of the war; Steve getting anxious and very nervous; reader feeling really bad; Steve not knowing culture and history aka Minecraft; mentions of Steve‘s trauma; let me know if there‘s more

A/N: I‘m thinking of maybe turning this into a series? Depends on how you like it! This is based off an ask I send someone on Tumblr and I wanted to write a one-shot ever since I thought of it.

In the 40’s, Steve always wanted to go to war and he did go to war. Steve was forever, in a sick way, grateful for it because it gave him many opportunities. One of them was clear to everyone, it was the serum. Though many bad things happened to the way where he is now, it all turned out good.

Another thing Steve was extremely grateful for was you. On his way to today, he lost a lot of people and a lot of time but if he were honest with himself, he would do it all over again if he met you.

The first time Steve actually saw you was because of Peter Parker. Now, Steve got used to technology and to phones but when he saw Peter with his phone in landscape, a term he now knows because of you, and a pretty face on it, he got curious.

It took Peter 20 minutes until Steve got a small hang of the world that is Twitch and streaming.

The girl was playing a game and her face cam sat in the right corner of Peter‘s phone. He didn‘t know what she was playing but she was laughing a lot and there were other voices as well. The game was mostly blocks and animals that were very pixelated.

Half a year later, he saw you again but this time in real life. You were at the park he always went jogging with a dog. You and your dog were playing frisbee, well, you were throwing it and your dog very enthusiastically brought it back to you. Though it seemed that your dog found another interest and its name was Steve Rogers, aka the former Captain America.

When Oscar, your dog, ran straight into Steve which caused the super soldier to stop and stumble a bit, you apologised furiously for your dog and scolded him with ‘you get half an hour less cuddles today, you little duck‘. That day, you had insisted on buying Steve coffee as an apology for your dog and because his run was already interrupted anyway, he went with you.

And boy, was he glad you did because for him, your sweet and slightly funny aura was something entirely refreshing. The coffee turned into exchanging numbers, exchanging numbers turned into your first real date, this time without your dog who you sadly had to leave at home for the day. That first date turned into two and months later, Steve lived with you.

He was already used to you streaming and gaming, and quiet frankly, he loved doing it with you. When he admitted to you at your third day that he already saw you once before on Peter‘s phone thing playing a weird game with blocks, you gaped at him like a fish. But not because he already kind of knew you, no, because he didn‘t know Minecraft. You had dragged him then and there to your home and showed him the highlight of the game that is Minecraft. Now, months after that day, you two had a virtual farm with many sheep, pigs and even a cat and two dogs near a village.

But something that he would never get used to is the sound of shooting. In all his years of being Captain America and growing up with war, he took quiet the trauma with him. So, hearing shooting the first time in his very own home, he all but ran straight to the room you spent many hours a day in to check in on you.

Though, the only thing he found was you talking to a friend, a game in the background and exploding sounds coming from your computer. You shrieked a small ‘Steve‘ and jumped from your chair when he bursted into your room but you came down from the shock and went up to him. All good things came to an end for you when you saw Steve‘s panicked face.

„Steve, what‘s going on?“ your sweet voice snapped him out of his stupor but he still flinched when a bomb exploded in your game. He never believed that the sounds were so realistic and of course, you had to notice his reaction to the sound. Practically flying with the speed you put on and turned off the game, saying a quick goodbye to your friend, Anna, and put all your attention on Steve and his wellbeing.

„Talk to me, Stevie.“ you pleaded with him, though you already had an idea of what‘s going on. „It-it sounded so, so realistic. I-“ he had to take a break from speaking, too overwhelmed with emotions.

„It‘s okay, Steve. Take your time.“ he relaxed a bit at your words and breathed deep in and out. He repeated that actions a few times. In and out. „I thought- I thought that you were hurt or that- that HYDRA or- I don‘t know, something came to you and you were hurt or worse, -“ he couldn‘t end his sentence, too afraid that if he speaks it out loud, it would come true.

„Psshh, Steve, I‘m okay, I‘m here and I‘m alive. It‘s okay.“ you took one of his hands to your chest, pressed it firmly on your heart‘s side, letting him feel that you were breathing and living.

It took a while for him to calm down before chuckling out an embarrassed apology for disturbing you.

„Steve, darling, you have nothing to apologise for. I‘m sorry, I should’ve thought before playing so loud. Of course it would trigger you, you did nothing but fight your whole life.“ the blonde man watched as you scolded yourself before pulling you in for a tight hug.

„It‘s not your fault, no one could’ve known, love.“ he reassured you snd you nodded softly. „I promise, I won‘t play it again, well, at least not when you‘re here. I love Call of Duty, not as much as I love you, but still. A good competition.“ Steve smiled at your words and you stayed on the ground of your gaming room, arms around the other and glad to be there.

#marvel #mcu #chris evans #fluff #steve rogers x reader #fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x gamer!reader #gamer!reader #steve rogers x female reader

[ekat-fandom-blog]

Barbie and the Secret Door!DPxDC AU

I've always wanted to see a Barbie AU so I'm gonna make one. If you've never seen BatSD, you can find the plot here. (Btw, at the very end there's a clip where Malucia's parents come back from a trip and laughingly ask her if she attempted to take over the kingdom again. I recommend watching or listening to the songs because they perfectly describe how delusional almost every single character is. I love you grandma and little fairy girl for being two of the most grounded characters in this movie.)

First, the roles:

The Grandmother played by Alfred.

Princess Alexa played by newly picked up Jason.

Nori and Romy played by Sam and Johnny.

Queen Unicorn played by Dan.

Unicorns played by Danny, Dani, and Vlad.

Princess Malucia played by Youngblood.

The Main Attendant played by Aragon.

Sniffers played by Walker and Skulker.

The Little Fairy Girl played by Star.

Second, tweaking the story:

Instead of fairies/mermaids/unicorns, it's vampires (amity parkers), nagas (ghosts), and banshees (halfas). trogs (the attendants) and sniffers (idk they're like bloodhounds) are nagas as well.

All animals are mostly normal w/just enough magic that they glow.

Vampires have purple or red eyes, sharper-than-normal teeth and nails, pointed ears, and the ability to turn into bats.

Nagas have green or red eyes, sharp teeth and nails, a tail, and the ability to turn into a snake.

Banshees have neon green or red eyes, sharper-than-normal nails, and the ability to tell when someone's close to death.

Stealing their magic turns them into humans.

Youngblood is a naga who doesn't have an ability (therefore is the most human looking of the nagas) and has decided to steal everyone's magic because he deserves it. (via Malucia's scepter) He hasn't stolen the castle servants' magic because it would make things harder for him.

Skulker and Walker don't "sniff out magic".

They've yet to realize that humans need to eat and drink water on a regular basis.

Jason's 11 years old, Youngblood's 6(?), Danny's 10, Dani's 8, Star's 11, Johnny's 12, Sam's 11. The rest (on the list) are adults.

Something I'm not gonna tweak: the fact that the palace servants don't try to revolt or usurp Princess Malucia. They seem extremely tired.

Now, onto the actual idea:

Jason is very nervous and untrusting of his new surroundings. His favorite activities are sneaking books from the library into his room and going to school. He's very resistant to interacting with Bruce because if he is like how the rumors say he is, how is he supposed to fight him off? Alfred notices and gives him a fairy tale book written by one of Bruce's ancestors about the house.

The book leads him to a door in one of the rooms he's never been in. This door leads to a fantasy world. There are tons of bright colors and weird plants. He spots a glowing, green puppy and starts following it. He wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings and was confronted by Johnny and Sam. (Johnny trips because he isn't used to having legs.) However, they notice the clothes he's wearing and realize that he's not from there and probably has no idea what's going on.

They tell him that the Evil Prince Youngblood has been stealing everyone's magic. Since Jason doesn't have any he might be able to help them. When Jason asks why they can't do anything, they reply with something along the lines of "how would we sneak past the guards or win a fight against them? we don't know how human bodies work."

Eventually, they start leading Jason back to their base when they nearly get caught by Walker and Skulker. Thankfully, the two get distracted by a rock thrown by Star and they get to the base quickly. (Unbeknownst to them, Star gets caught.)

Jason sees that a good portion of the camp has been stripped of their magic and made human. They seem to be rather disheartened at their situation. This makes him want to help (especially when he meets Danny, Dani, and Vlad and learn they're being hunted more religiously than anyone else.)

POV changes to Star's. She's being led into a large reception hall where a tall, shadowy figure is sitting on a throne on a raised platform. Then the lights come on and she sees that it's just a child sitting on a raised throne. (if you don't want to look at the image: the platform is eight half steps high, the throne is 9 steps high)

Youngblood ignores Ember, Walker, and Skulker in favor of Aragon and his plans to throw a celebration after becoming the most magical prince ever. Walker and Skulker gain their attention and announce that they've caught another naga child. Youngblood gets upset with them for not finding the much-more-magical banshees, but quickly turns his attention to Star and demands she gives him her magic. Then, he forces her to play games with him, Aragon, and his two guards.

Switch to Youngblood's POV. Walker and Skulker come back into the room to announce that they are certain that they know where the Banshee King is. Star starts to ask how they found him before snapping her mouth shut, which Youngblood decides means that she probably knows something. He goes to talk to Walker and Skulker and finds they know the general location (a forest) that he's in, not the exact location.

While he isn't happy, he does have an idea. He tells Aragon to prepare to go get the Banshee King. He then looks overly surprised that Star's there and tells her that she can leave since she's not of use to him. Once she's out of the room, he orders Skulker and Walker to follow her.

Back to Jason. He's figuring out a plan to sneak into Youngblood's castle and get everyone's magic back. Then Star bursts into the hideout and tells everyone that Youngblood took her magic and has the location of the Banshee King. Jason was going to ignore that when Danny and Dani started crying about their big brother being in danger. Now he's got a plan to go with Sam and Johnny to retrieve Dan.

When they get back to the base with Dan, they find everyone captured and depowered (with the three banshees missing.) He tries to fight Youngblood, but loses because of not knowing how to deal with magic. (also there's like 4 guards surrounding Youngblood.)

Youngblood says something about how powerless Jason is as he and his lackeys are leaving that almost causes him to give up and go back to the manor. Sam convinces him to stay and help because they'd not have gotten to Dan in such a short amount of time without his planning.

So, he plans.

He gets a small group into the castle and they watch as Youngblood takes the last of Dan's magic from him. The group is convinced they were too late and that they can't do anything now. (Youngblood has used his scepter to turn the reception room into a party room filled with all types of sweets.) But Jason noticed that there was a small crack in Youngblood's scepter, meaning if he hit it just right with enough force he could break it.

It was a gamble, but it worked. He broke the scepter and everyone got their magic back. Youngblood got clean up duty (because there's still candy and cake everywhere.) And Jason was more confident in being able to handle himself.

After Jason leaves back to the mansion, Youngblood's parents come back (he's still cleaning up his mess) and ask him if he tried to take over the kingdom again. His punishment is going to need to wait until after they give him his presents. (much to Aragon's disapproval)

Jason (in the mansion) probably puts the book in his room and decides to get training from Bruce. (and become robin)

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp prompt #barbie au #so to everyone who voted in that poll I made a bit ago #how does it feel to know that you contributed to this? #did I just plan out an entire fic? #yeah #that was fun

[shaunabah]

Theater kids.

A bunch of students sat in an empty classroom as a teacher started talking.

"Aight kids, I guess you're all here for the theater club?" The teacher, Mr. B, asks.

There are around seven students in the class, all of them nodding at the same time. Some knew each other, some didn't, but they all had something in common: they saw the 'THEATER CLASS' flyer in the school and decided to join.

The teacher, Peter B Parker, was a biology teacher who also had a special interest in scenery art, and after some years he was able to open his own club. Even if there were only seven students, it was more than enough for him.

"Let's start with taking attendance to see if everyone who signed up is here." Mr. B says while looking at the paper that was on the table, "Hobie Brown?"

The mentioned raises his hand, his clothing style drawing everyone's attention. He was dressed in a black leather jacket that had spikes on it, a blue shirt below it. He wore a collar similar to the jacket and tall boots, even if he already looked tall. His hair was incredibly well treated, it was amazing.

"Great! Miles Morales?"

The boy raises his hand. His appearance is more normal, a plain shirt with soft blue jeans and sneakers. His afro hair and brown eyes made him look cute, in somes opinion.

"Peni Parker?"

A girl raises her hand, and her big eyes draw everyone's attention to her. Her short black hair and uniform-like clothing helped her brown eyes highlight more. She seems to be sketching something in a notebook, clearly concentrated.

"Peter Benjamin Parker?— Oh look we share name and last name."

A boy raises his hand, his clothing also drawing people's attention. It wasn't wild like Hobie's, but it was colourless, all black, grey and white, which shocked people. "Please call me Noir to avoid any confusion." He says calmly, avoiding eye contact.

"Nice, okay— Peter... Porker?"

A boy with curly pink hair and black eyes raises his hand, his clothes being also basic. Just a red shirt and blue pants, nothing our of the ordinary. "Call me Ham!" He says while laughing a bit.

"Sure thing, uh next is..." Mr. B takes a breath, "Sorry if I pronounce this wrong... Pav—Pavitr... Prabjakar?"

"Call me Pav, it's easier!" A boy says while smiling brightly. His hair is really shiny and looks like he takes a good care of it. His clothes consist of a plain white shirts with soft gray jeans and gold-like bracelets.

"Yeah, sounds good. Finally, Gwen Stacy?"

A girl slowly raises her hand. Her unusual haircut is what draws the attention towards her, as well as the rainbow bracelet that she's wearing. The rest of her clothes are a white shirt with a black jacket and soft blue jeans. She's sitting a bit farther away from the rest, which weirded out the teacher.

"Amazing, we're all here! So, just in case you don't know me, I'm Mr. B, but here you can just call me Peter—if the other Peter's don't mind—and I'll be your mentorteacherwhatever thing." The teacher introduces himself while standing up, going to the back of the class. "Now... Let's make a little play, okay? No script, just that by pairs you have to find out which is the right wire to cut. Easy, right?"

Peni stares as everyone already has a partner, feeling left out once more. She wants to make friends, that's why she joined the club, but she feels invisible most of the time. Maybe if she was better, more noti—

"Hey, wanna pair with us?" The curly haired boy—Ham, if she remembers well—asks Peni, apparently he noticed how she was alone. He was paired with the monochromatic boy, which seemed ironic looking at how many colors Ham wore.

"Sure!!" She says, going with them.

"Are the pairs done?" Everyone nods, "Okay then, you three can start." The teacher says as he puts down the box with wires.

The three of them crouch down to the floor to see four wires: yellow, green, red and blue.

"Oh wait, we don't get any hints?" Peni asks while turning around to see the teacher, who shakes his head, "Oh great."

"Which one do you think it is, Noir?" She asks the older, who is sitting and looks confused.

"Uhhhhh... the gray one?" He replies while looking at the box, eyebrows frowned and everything.

"There's not a gray one! Oh great, we paired up with the colorblind dude!" Ham exclaims, cutting a random wire.

"That was... the right one, impressive." Mr. B says, taking the box in his hands, "Also, are you seriously colorblind?" He asks Noir, who sinply nods. "That explains so much." Everyone laughs at that.

"Okay, next, Gwen Stacy and whoever teamed up with her." The teacher says and both Gwen and Miles step forward, looking at the box that now has an orange wire instead of a red one.

"Which is it?" Miles asks Gwen as she takes the box in her hands.

"Judging by how they are connected, and the fact that this is so badly done I can see which one isn't attached to the end, it's the green one." She says after two seconds of analyzing the box, and cuts the wire. Turns out she was right, and they both won.

"Incredible, such a way of quick analyzing!" Mr. B says, changing the green wire with a white one, "Yes this is terribly built." He sets the box on the floor. "Finally, Hobie and Pav."

Everyone looks at them weirdly when Hobie takes the box in his hands, not even looking at it. He proceeds to smash it in the floor, breaking the box and the wires.

"That is not how you had to do it." Mr. B says while picking up the pieces left on the floor.

"You said it wasn't scripted!" Hobie exclaims, looking at him directly.

"Maybe you shouldn't take it as a 'I can destroy it because you didn't say otherwise'!"

And they started fighting. In the meantime, Peni is able to sneak up on the both of them and steal the box, completely disassembling it to keep the nails for herself. Pavitr starts talking with Miles and Gwen and they end up being friends. Both Ham and Noir sit on the floor while they talk, only to end up being joined by everyone else.

#across the spiderverse #atsv #miles morales #pavitr prabhakar #spiderman atsv #spider noir #gwen stacy #peter benjamin parker #peter b parker #hobie brown #spider punk #spider ghost #peter porker #spider ham #peni parker #sp//dr

[all-eyes-no-dragon]

How about we try reincarnating/isekaiing someone who isn't a salaryman or otaku NEET

Let's isekai a jock who cant believe this shit is happening, someone who doesn't know about anime or game tropes and doesn't immediately assimilate to the new world

Someone who won't just ignore their past life to the point where viewers even forget they're from another world because it just isn't relevant

Isekai has a lot of potential but they keep using the same rinse and repeat tired dry formula

Isekai people and not have others swoon and randomly fall at their feet for absolutely no reason despite the MCs having personalities as flavourful as the sand in the sandbox at the play park

Isekai more women, old people, little kids, uh college students maybe? I don't think I've ever seen a college student be isekaied before

Where's "I Just Wanted To Get My Degree In Archeology But Now The Prince From Another World Won't Stop Proposing Because He Thinks I'm A Goddess"?

Where's "Grandpa Retired But Fell Down A Hole So Now He's The Ultimate Baker In Another World"?

Where's "My Parents Hired A Fairy To Come To My Birthday Party But It Ended Up Being The Real Deal And Now I'm Stuck In Another World"?

Where's "I Scour This New World, Searching For A Way Home"?

Personally, "I Don't Have Time For An Adventure, I Need To Be Back By Dinner" sounds like a charmer to me.

Down with lookalike bland harem protagonists with no personality, dimensions and the exact same jobs (or in the case of the lack thereof)/hobbies (gaming, or however they want to spin it). Heck, these guys are basically all going to the same worlds as well so they've basically all got the same stories too. A shame.

This is why people hate isekai, which I think is a shame really, cuz I love the concept. Just,, I prefer to cherry pick the genre for gems

Side note: let isekai protags say weird shit that no one understands because

👏 cultural 👏 barrier 👏

C'mon, this is a different world, there's gotta be some basic stuff the protag might say and be met with blanket stares

Like in re zero apples are called appas

Totally small stupid and inconsequential but u look stupid af if u call it anything but an appa

Now, if u were reincarnated and had to grow from a child, I suppose u would have time to assimilate to the culture.

Ugh, but I wish they would let reincarnations stay kids longer. If their old world is gonna become obsolete, I want to see them slowly lose that. Forget people's faces, the names of their coworkers, what street they lived on. Forget the smell of their favourite flower, the taste of their favourite food. Forget what the texture of jeans feel like. Make me feel emotions.

Let's see them weird out their new parents by not being used to the New World's culture. Let's see people shrug off them accidentally talking about stuff because wowiee, kids say the darnest things

Stop having isekai kids gather 10 wives at the tender age of 9 :)

I like the MC of the webcomic "The Beginning After The End" 's stance on the dubious subject of having romantic relationships as a reincarnator (or at least, I like it so far. I'm mid 100s into the comic so idk if they about to switch up)

Basically the MC died as an adult so he sees all the kids "his age" as children and he even said a line about how he would be a criminal if he got romantic with one of the girls who like him 🤣

I guess it's up to self perception? Like, this body is 13 but my brain is 45. Which am I actually, then?

Let reincarnators be confused about this as well, cuz even irl people debate this a whole lot (cuz it's just one of those "well, technically" things. I think the fact that we even have to go "technically" to excuse it is a bit of an ouch tho)

I'm open to other views and counter arguments on any of the things I've just said, tbh. These are just some things I think are missed opportunities. Like, people will keep watching and watching it even if it's the same thing (why do you think there's so many "Peter Parker's Field Trip To Stark Industries" fics? People will continually consume the same thing slightly tweaked if they like the premise enough). I just think changes to how we approach isekai might bring in some new viewership and increased positive opinions on the genre

Also, the comically long titles are a fun thing but I know some people abhor them. They want titles that are creative and don't basically just summarise the show's premise. Because, with a title like that, it shows a lack of creativity and ingenuity. Not to say that it needs to be toned down all the way, just reduced to keywords.

"Undead Unluck"

"Spy x Family"

"Dragon Ball"

"First Night With The Duke"

"Little Shop Of Horrors"

"Villain To Kill"

"Pride & Prejudice"

"Cirque Du Freak"

"Mirror Image"

(Yes, I did just write down the names of random things I like. 3 animes, 3 books, 2 webcomics and a,, movie/play(?) I watched it as a play, anyways. okay, the 3animes is kind of a lie, I'm impatiently waiting for undead unluck to come out as an anime. ive never consumed any content for it but the trailer)

These titles give you a vague idea of important symbols/things in the narrative, no? But you don't know exactly was going to happen.

But I'm only speaking for some people, I find the long titles to be funny and a bit intriguing. Of course, I wouldn't mind some good old fashioned original names being brainstormed. These thoughtlessly long titles allow all these different producers to just pump out what is, at its core, basically the same ideas, just switched up a bit so the homework doesn't look copied

#anime #isekai #rants n rambles #anime rant #ridiculously long titles #story ideas #half joking #suggestions #people are getting sick of it #the same thing #over and over #spice it up #not just teenage NEET gamer boys who couldn't give a fcuk about reality #though I will mention that #re zero #did an excellent job at making subaru not just one of those guys #I like that he has a personality #and I thought that #naofumi #from #shield hero #was really sweet at the start.. kinda wish he stayed like that but the spin off exists so I'll just live vicariously through that #I like #that time i got reincarnated as a slime #mikami satoru (? I think that's how u spell it) was a really charming down to earth funny kind of guy even b4 he died #and its not as if his past life was forsaken #its a simple show #but I think it does the trick #thank you for coming to my rant #sorry for the ramble

[cricket-reader]

When You Walk Away Is When We Really Play (3)

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Summary: Peter finds out why Lyla freaked out. Justice is served.

(warnings contain spoilers)

Warnings: use of the word “daddy”, innocent young OFC, bad parents, crying, rape/child molestation (not detailed), fluff and cuteness

Word Count: 1,566

<- Part 2

“There we go sweet girl,” Natasha mumbles as she dries the little child’s hair.

“Thank you, miss.”

“You can call me Nat,” Natasha smiles down at her, picking up a brush to sort out her tangled hair. “This is what we meant when we said that you were going to have bathtime. The others didn’t mean to scare you. They’re really worried about you right now.”

“So… so they didn’t… they weren’t going to do the things daddy does to me?”

She hides her grimace of disgust with an ease that only an ex-assassin can keep. It makes her stomach twist and turn with how she doesn’t even know how wrong what her father is doing to her. “No, they didn’t want to do that, малышка.”

The young girl frowns. She surely thought that they were going to hurt her just like daddy. She even indirectly told her best friend Peter that he wasn’t being friendly. He must be angry with her now. She shouldn’t have said such things! What if he doesn’t want to be her friend anymore?

Seeing tears forming in Lyla’s eyes, Natasha kneels down and takes her face in her gentle hands. “What’s wrong, малышка? What bothers you sweet girl?”

“Does Peter still want to be my friend?” Lyla sniffles, looking at the elder woman with wide glossy eyes.

“Of course he does! I’m sure he’s really worried about his best friend right now.”

“But I was mean,” she mumbles, lowering her head in shame.

“No, детка, no. You weren’t mean at all, baby girl.”

Peter didn’t see his little friend the rest of the night. He barely got any sleep either. The sight of her trembling in fear from him was haunting his visions. It hurt so bad.

Bright and early in the morning he is up and heading to the kitchen to see if anyone is up that can tell him what’s going on with Lyla. He stops in the doorway seeing Natasha, Tony, Wanda, Vision and a strange man wearing red sunglasses. They all look really serious. Besides Wanda, she’s clinging onto Vision like he is her lifeline, just barely keeping herself from sobbing.

His attempt to eavesdrop is immediately ruined by the mystery man, who hushes the conversation and stares at him. The blood in his body runs cold, sending chills through his body. He guiltily comes out from his hiding spot, if you can even call it that and gives them a sheepish wave.

“Peter, good morning,” Tony greets him. It sounds forced. Almost as if it were painful for him to try and sound cheerful. The others don’t even bother trying to bring themselves out of their depressed state.

“What’s going on? Who is this? Why is he here?”

Tony sighs, running the hand that doesn’t hold his coffee mug through his messy hair. Wanda can’t look at him and Natasha just looks at Stark.

“I’m Matt Murdock. It’s nice to meet you, Parker. I was actually wondering if I could ask you some questions about your friend.”

Straight to the point, Peter oddly likes it at this moment. He eagerly goes over, wanting to get answers.

“Murdock, I don’t think-”

Tony is instantly cut off by Matt. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

“What’s going on? Where is she? Is she okay?” Peter hurriedly asks.

“Mr. Parker, I am afraid I need to be the one asking the questions.”

Peter shifts in his seat. It feels like he is about to get in trouble. But he didn’t do anything wrong. He would never do anything to hurt Lyla.

“Have you noticed any strange behaviour from her at all?”

“Strange behaviour?” Peter questions, looking around the room as if someone would hint him into what he was talking about.

“Yes, anything weird or out of the ordinary. It can be simple little odd things that you noticed. Anything can help us.”

Peter frowns trying to think of anything that really stands out. He can’t really say that he remembers anything too strange until what happened last night. Well, that is except for the first time he met her.

“Well,” he pauses. It’s a silly thing to bring up. It doesn’t even matter. “Never mind, it’s stupid.”

“You never know, that might help us a little,” Matt encourages Peter to continue. Shrugging, Peter mentions the lollipop incident. It still stuck with him. It was just such an odd interaction. Not to mention it made him feel off, almost like his Spidey-sense, but not really.

Matt nods along to his story, keeping record of everything Peter says in his brain.

When Matt leaves, Peter immediately questions the others who the hell he was and why he was asking about Lyla.

Tony looks at Natasha and Wanda with a despondent expression. He sighs. “Mr. Murdock is a lawyer. I hired him last night upon learning why your little friend was so upset yesterday.”

“What? Why do you need a lawyer? What happened?”

“Pete,” he trails off, not wanting to deliver such horrible news, “her father has been abusing her.”

“What?” Peter stands up, angry that someone would dare harm such a precious little girl.

“Apparently he has been… using her body… for his own pleasure,” Stark grimaces, looking like he’s about to be sick.

Peter’s face pales. He can’t settle on an emotion to feel. It’s too horrible to think about. How could someone do… that… to a child? How could someone be so sick? His stomach churns the more he thinks about it.

Matt Murdock made sure that Lyla’s father would never see the light of day again.

Now that the ordeal is settled, it’s time to break the news to her. Tony and Natasha walk into the room where she is playing LEGO princess with Peter, Bucky, and Sam. The latter two are arguing over which princess is better: Mulan or Tiana. Lyla just giggles and rolls her eyes, telling them that they’re both pretty and don’t have to fight.

“Lyla?” Tony questions, bringing the group's focus away from princesses. She looks up at Mr. Tony, and she can tell that something serious is going on.

The guys around her immediately snap to attention wanting to know the verdict. Of course, they knew that she would be taken away from her horrible father, they just didn’t know the specifics.

“We have to talk, it’s about your father.”

Lyla grips onto the princess toy harder and her breathing becomes erratic. She thought the nice blind man was going to make him go away. She doesn’t wanna go back. She doesn’t want him to play with her anymore.

Peter sees the tears forming in her eyes and crawls over to her. He holds out his arms for her, and she clambers over to him. Burying her face in his chest she whispers, “don’t let me go, please, I wanna stay, I don’t wanna go, I’ll be good.”

Brushing his hand through her hair, he hushes her.

“Lyla, your dad will never hurt you again, okay? Murdock put him away.”

She sobs in relief, getting Peter’s hoodie wet with her tears. Cradling her gently, he rocks her back and forth giving her little kisses on her hairline.

When she calms down, Tony asks the next question he’s been meaning to ask, “do you want to stay with your mother?”

She frowns and shakes her head. Her mother wouldn’t want her anyway. She only took care of her when she got paid money. Even then, she barely did anything. “Why can’t I stay with Peter?”

Peter’s heart melts. She’s so sweet it makes him want to cry. He would gladly take care of her if he could.

“Peter can’t…”

“Why not?” Lyla huffs.

“He’s not old enough.”

“I can wait until he gets old enough.”

“Lyla, I know someone else that would be willing to adopt you. They have the paperwork and everything.”

“But I don’t wanna leave Peter!” She grips into him for dear life, not wanting to be taken away from her best friend.

Peter furrows his brows at Mr. Stark. Who wants to adopt her with such short notice? How does he already have someone picked out? What if they hurt her too?

“Do you remember Wanda and Vision?”

Her tear stained face looks up curiously. “You mean the pretty girl and the guy with the funny rock in his head?”

They all chuckle a bit. “Yeah, they have been wanting kids for a while and I think you’d be perfect for them. This way you can still hang out with Peter.”

“Really? Oh, yay!” She jumps up from Peter’s lap and crashes into Mr. Tony with a big hug. When she pulls away, her face lights up, “can we have a tea party to celebrate?”

“Sure, munchkin,” Tony grins.

And that’s how the Avengers find themselves sitting around the table drinking tea and lemonade with small snacks.

Bucky and Sam got chosen to wear the uncomfortable fairy wings and flower crowns, and Thor gladly wears the princess tiara. Peter gets to be the knight. Vision is the butler and Wanda is the royal witch. Natasha just got to go as herself. Lyla was, of course, the queen.

Since the nice man, Mr. Murdock, was too busy at work to come celebrate, Lyla drew him into the picture of everyone having tea and sent it to him to brighten up his office.

#avengers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #mcu fic #avengers angst #avengers fluff #domestic avengers #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker fic #peter parker and reader #peter parker angst #peter parker avengers #peter parker and tony stark #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #whumpee #mcu whump #whump fic #matt murdock

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Montage - a Malevolent fic

Kayne doesn't like happy scenes.

It's a good thing he does like his little sister.

Part of the Surrogate series. Written with @sepiabandensis.

AO3

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“This is cute, doll, but happy scenes make for good montages, not whole episodes.”

“Just a while longer, brother? Please?”

“Eh… all right. For you, doll. They get one month.”

“Thank you.”

“Who’s the best big brother in the world? I am!”

#

Parker found the section on Eldritch God Mating Practices on day three. He and Sunny immediately borrowed a dozen books.

Which they read.

Committed to memory.

And absolutely laughed themselves silly.

#

“Tabby,” the Keeper said softly, after the humans had gone to bed. “I need to be extremely normal for a few minutes.”

“Oh boy,” Tabby said, sitting up from where she’d been dozing in an armchair.

“He’s so little,” the Keeper squealed, rocking back and forth with her delight. “Hastur told me he was small, but he’s so—he’s so small!”

“I can’t see him, Keeps,” Tabby said, frowning. “How small we talkin’?”

“Cup your hands,” the Keeper said, and then promptly reached over and began shaping Tabby’s fingers. “Smaller—there! He’d be snug, right in there!”

“Oh, fuck,” said Tabby, eyes huge. “...Liddol.”

“Liddol,” agreed the Keeper, and they giggled into the night.

#

Arthur began to fear he’d forget how to walk.

Well, he was walking sometimes. Biological necessity and stubborn insistence granted him time on his own two feet. But other than that, he was carried, pressed close.

He hated the fact that he did not hate it.

Magic was weird. Gods were weird. All of this was ridiculous. If Hastur actually fucking spoke once in a while, Arthur might have put up a fuss. But Hastur did not, and so Arthur allowed himself to be… how did Tabby put it?

Woobied.

That word, Arthur was fairly sure, did not exist, but for the life of him, he couldn’t think of one better.

He just kept talking to the quiet god. “Let’s try that show the Keeper talked about. Baking for charity, right? Have you ever baked?”

Nothing.

“I think we should watch it,” Arthur said.

Silent, Hastur willed the screen to show them a bake-off.

#

The world outside might not have moved. Time may not have passed. But in here, everyone knew Faroe’s birthday was tomorrow, and ten was a big deal.

It was the first time Hastur had spoken in a week and a half. He did so to Faroe, holding Arthur (who looked so fucking patient) against his side. “What do you wish for your birthday, precious one?”

She didn’t know how to answer that.

She wanted everything to be all right.

She wanted Kayne to die in a fire.

She wanted to be so strong she could protect them all.

She wanted her dad. “Can we go somewhere? You and me? A special trip?”

“When we leave this place? Yes. We can.”

She threw herself into his arms, into his tentacles, in full rejoicing that she’d never be too big to play this game.

Arthur turned his face toward Hastur. “Knew you were still in there.”

Hastur just held Arthur tighter.

#

Parker expected some level of eyes on them. The Keeper (or Keeps, as that girl with the funny hair kept calling her) was a god of knowledge, and this was her house; it made sense he’d feel some eyes here and there.

He didn’t expect the eyes to belong to just people—the acolytes or scribes or whatever they were.

In the privacy of their room (graciously granted by the Keeper) he and Sunny discussed it. There didn’t seem to be any threat involved. They really didn’t want to leave Arthur alone without backup, either. So together, they chose to spy back.

Sunny cast a spell to listen in on the ones watching. Then, casually, Parker headed into the public area with some tea and a book on the challenge of mapmaking in the Dreamlands.

“It certainly corroborates the stories we’re hearing from the field,” said a human some distance away, voice hushed. Her eyes darted their way, as if confirming they were too far to hear. “A forgotten one makes sense.”

Uh-oh.

“He doesn’t really fit the standard, but I think you’re right,” agreed her companion, moving a stack of scrolls off of a table and onto a rolling cart. His fins, short and newly grown, glistened in the light. “No one has seen a forgotten one with this level of symbiosis in at least a thousand years, much less two from the same god… but only one’s host is getting stories written about him.”

Stories? Eh?

Parker turned a page for appearance’s sake.

“I see where ‘the Golden Tongue’ came from,” the woman said. “It’s blink and you’ll miss it quick, but shows in little flashes. I’m more surprised at the content of the stories, given their progenitor. The King in Yellow is not known for, uh. Charity work.”

“Well, we humans tend to have a way of eliciting change—including affecting the nature of Forgotten Ones.” The finned man laughed, low. “Who knows? Maybe the Golden Tongue going home even motivated the King to make a few changes of his own. So where are we filing these, again?”

The two scribes walked off, still chattering in their hushed tones, and Parker was deeply confused. “Was that really about us?” he whispered.

It was, but I don’t… I don’t understand it. Maybe… maybe that’s why Larson got so weird about calling you Saint. Maybe these stories are… something.

“Huh,” said Parker, who hadn’t thought they’d done enough to be known in a fancy place like this. “Weird.”

Yeah. Weird, said Sunny like he didn’t think “weird” was a beautiful enough word, but then he let it go.

#

Tabby made Faroe a cake. It was yellow with asymmetrical pink florets, and proclaimed in uneven lowercase writing, you are a ten years old.

Faroe found it hilarious.

Arthur, when told, found it hilarious.

Parker sniggered like a big kid.

Hastur absolutely did not get it, but allowed the humans their fun.

It tasted great, and even Hastur joined in singing her happy birthday.

There were presents. She got a runed wooden dagger that matched hers, a box of chocolates. a fluffy sweater with little goats and yellow signs on it, a set of books about someone called Nancy Drew, and a promise of a song written with Arthur for her on harp once they got back home.

Faroe decided not to tell her dad that she preferred private parties just like this.

#

“It ain’t good to sit all day,” Parker told some of the researchers over tea a couple of weeks in. “Your body gets used to whatever you’re doing, see? So you wanna be strong and fast, you gotta work at being strong and fast. Hey. You guys… uh. You collect knowledge, right? You could study, uh. How long it takes you to get stronger and faster. Right? You wanna join me?”

And that was how he ended up leading a whole string of wide-eyed researchers, like baby ducklings, through a series of mild cardio and strength workouts.

#

Faroe had never encountered jeans before.

Tabby had suggested she try them. Faroe had never encountered anyone like Tabby before either, but the jeans at least gave her something to focus on. The sizing, for one, was all wrong, but Tabby was (presumably) twice her age and had loaned her the pair, showing her how to properly fold the waistband so it wouldn’t pinch on application with a belt, and how to cuff the pant legs (which, to Tabby’s great displeasure, only needed to be minorly adjusted).

“Hell yeah. Now you just need a shirt, and you’ll be the coolest ten-year-old this side of the Dreamlands,” Tabby said. She found one, of course. It had a goose on it, and the goose held a knife in its beak, and beneath it the text proclaimed, Peace was never an option.

Faroe loved it.

She felt a bit silly in an oversized shirt and oversized pants, but Tabby gave her a thumbs-up, and Faroe decided that she did look very cool.

Parker thought she just looked like a person, not a queen, and that was trippy as hell.

Arthur demanded increasingly detailed description from John for a solid twenty minutes before he was satisfied.

#

Arthur had almost died. Not here, in the Scriptorium. In the mines of Addison, beneath the Larson estate, and John had sewn the gaping wound in Arthur’s stomach up with a fucking fish hook and some thread, and Arthur had almost died, and John was not okay.

He remembered sobbing, remembered begging Arthur not to say something, remembered dragging their limp body to the bag, remembered—

The Keeper hadn’t expected John to remember. She said so, after Arthur had fallen asleep, and checked in on him with a gentleness that John had neither expected nor wanted.

He told her to fuck off. She did.

Hastur hadn’t even scolded him for it. Hastur hadn’t made a single fucking sound.

So John yelled at Hastur next, and cried, and Hastur said nothing at all, and John was not okay.

John wanted to talk to Arthur, but Arthur would only ramble about John saving him, and that made John feel worse because he didn’t remember doing it, and past John was a hero, but he was someone else.

John wanted to talk to Hastur, but Hastur wasn’t saying anything, and John was scared that they’d broken him, and if the King in Yellow could be broken, what did that mean for John?

John wanted to talk to Sunny, but getting him alone was impossible without Hastur right now (woobification), and besides, something weird had happened with Sunny at the end, though John hadn’t really paid attention at the time (busy drowning in the memory that Arthur nearly died) but Parker had gone pale and shaky and disappeared and hadn’t reappeared until the following morning, so who the hell knew what was going on there?

More than anything else, John wanted to go home, and knew he couldn’t, and so instead just kept his hand pressed flat against Arthur’s chest to feel his heartbeat and tried not to be sick about the scar that lay a few inches below.

#

The Scriptorium was different.

Initially Faroe believed it must be the power differential; the Keeper did not need to abide by most sensible forms of protection because she was an Outer God. She did not need to restrict access to her attention because no one would be so foolish as to risk her wrath by wasting her time.

Or maybe, Faroe thought, it was because she could be like that, but wasn’t. The Keeper was… so nice. Seemed to be so nice. Was obviously terrifying, as all gods were, but… so nice?

So Faroe felt until a rude asshole showed up on day twenty-three, causing a fuss, demanding things from her researchers, and ignored three increasingly stern warnings.

Then he got turned into a book.

Into. A book. With screaming. Begging. Bargaining. Blood.

Faroe had grown up in the court of a Great Old One and been long accustomed to all manner of violence and gore, but this… this was disturbing.

The Keeper was an Outer God, and this was her domain, and she’d been merciful and patient… but this guy threatened her people. Faroe thought she understood that. Threatning a god’s people was just a bad idea.

She began to consider just what kind of queen she’d have to someday be, if she were going to keep whoever her people were safe.

#

It had been twenty-nine days. Hastur sat in front of the Keeper’s media setup, silent as humans from some alternate universe sang and danced.

Out there, there's a world outside of Yonkers

Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby!

A world outside. Well. There sure was one.

He sighed slowly. His plan—complex, branching, outrageous—had suffered some serious pruning over the last month. Wisdom, he’d taught Faroe, was knowing your own limits. Hastur rarely ran into his; well, he had here.

Discovering hesitation in himself alone was cause for concern. His reaction to all of this was cause for concern. Arthur’s mortality was cause for concern.

He had to talk to the Keeper. He hadn’t, all month.

He knew he had to thank her, and he really didn’t want to. He knew he had to trust her, and he really was afraid to. He knew he had to ensure she’d continue helping them after he was gone, and that, he had to do.

She kept reassuring him he’d paid for all this extra… extra, but that was a dangerous idea to accept. What else did he have to give, though? Certainly nothing of equal value. He’d keep sneaking her books, for certain. Leaving them with a researcher, if she kept trying to sneak them back.

He could… offer her the Librarian’s services. Her assistants were nice, but the Librarian would blow them all away.

Might be dangerous to dangle that, though. The Librarian would be crucial in helping John and Arthur and Faroe moving forward. He couldn’t risk her deciding to take it.

And then there were Sunny and Parker. What to do about them?

Placing Sunny in the court’s eye was… a complicated idea. Sunny had not been introduced at all. Hastur was already in the middle of altering public perception and memory. He’d already pushed it with John and Arthur. So Sunny and Parker could not be brought in as if they were already involved.

He’d have to bring them in separately. Not as replacements, but as support.

Assuming they’d allow it. Parker still just wanted to go, and Sunny was dead set on being absorbed. The key to Parker was Sunny. Therefore, dealing with that was step one.

We'll see the shows at Delmonicos

And we'll close the town in a whirl

And we won't come home until we've kissed a girl!

“You in there?” said Arthur, who checked once in a while.

You’re supposed to be asleep, John groused.

“Yes,” said Hastur, who hadn’t answered before.

Arthur gasped. “Hi!”

This idiot. “Greetings,” Hastur said back.

“You’ve been so damn quiet,” said Arthur.

“It is time to return to the world,” said Hastur.

Arthur stiffened. “Now, wait just a damn minute—”

Hey! Not yet. You’re fucked up. What are you gonna do, sit in court and stare at people until they go away?

And inspiration struck. Struck like lightning, struck in a flash, illuminating the path forward. “No,” said Hastur. “I am going to teach you to lead Carcosa.”

Arthur made the most glorious faces. Hastur committed them to memory. “Uh,” said the human.

Who? Me? said John.

“Yes,” said Hastur. “This month has given me time to think.”

“About what?” said Arthur.

Hastur stood. “Let us go see the rest of our family, shall we?”

What the fuck are you up to? said John.

“I’m just glad he’s talking,” Arthur muttered.

“I had a lot to think about,” Hastur said mildly, and floated from the room.

Behind him, Dolly sang.

Dressed like a dream

Your spirits seem to turn around

That Sunday shine is a certain sign

That you feel as fine as you look!

#

He found Faroe practicing her mental magic, hovering a little longboat through the air and making it move as if in a storm.

He found Parker coaching researchers through pushups, Sunny cheering them on, sweating from his own exertions.

He found the Keeper waiting for him, because of course, she already knew.

He brought his family together, and told them it was time to go back.

“Already?” said Faroe.

Yes.

So soon, Sunny said.

Parker nodded. He knew.

John had protests. You’re still not stable! It’s rushed! Arthur’s heart isn’t okay yet! No!

“John, calm down,” said Arthur (expected), which did exactly the opposite of that (also expected).

Fuck you!

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” said Arthur, and they began to argue.

Good. While they shouted, Hastur took advantage. “Keeper,” he said softly.

“Hastur,” she said.

“Whatever you may claim, I sincerely doubt I’ve paid enough for a month of succor,” said Hastur.

“Not quite a month,” she said, a smile in her voice. “As always, I am forced to remind you that I am the one who sets the payment; and I’ll have you know it’s been paid in full.”

“We never discussed housing, feeding, and assorted entertainment, especially not for Yang and Sunny, so I fail to see how it could have been paid for. I don’t care for outstanding debts—- especially my own.” Hastur’s voice was low.

You’re not taking this seriously!

“You’re not taking this like an adult! We can’t keep hiding here. Just because we’re going to leave without drama—” Arthur said.

Yeah, they’d be at it a while longer. Hastur waited.

“On the contrary; your marked graciously provided me with a rather insightful memory, which paid for the month of respite you’ve since needed. As he was the one to request my involvement, I feel it is a fitting payment.”

Well, that was… possible. Hastur couldn’t deny that happened. He hadn’t been part of it. “May I ask what memory?”

“Arthur? May I?”

“And you aren’t the only one who—pardon, what? Oh. Sure. Tell him anything.”

John growled. Not anything, Arthur!

“He shared the memory which brought you to us,” said the Keeper, “which consisted of his near-death experience in the mines beneath Addison, and of the creature who brought him to such a state.” Her voice was so pleasant, as if even just the memory hadn’t brought Arthur to the brink of death. “I assure you, he and I discussed the possibility of what he may feel before we undertook it. I received his full consent.”

“That much was clear.” And it had been weaponized. Hastur had no doubts about Arthur’s involvement in that little scheme. It was probably his idea. “Very well. I accept this settling of our debt.”

We shouldn’t go anywhere! You probably aren’t even aging in here! John declared.

Arthur sighed. “John. We’ll solve it. It’s going to work out.”

But if we go back out there…

“What? What, John?”

John’s mutter was too loud. Everyone will see he’s fucked up.

“I doubt it,” said Arthur. “He’s too good a liar.”

“He is not fucked up!” Faroe declared. “You take that back, John!”

That reinforced Hastur’s new idea so well, it was like he’d written the script himself. “Come, my family. It is time.”

“Hey,” said Parker, putting his hands on Arthur and Faroe’s shoulders. “You good?”

“Yes,” said Arthur.

John was silent.

Faroe scowled.

I… I think maybe we should work the rest out on our own without an audience, don’t you? said Sunny absolutely innocently.

John gasped. Fuck. Yes. Fuck.

“Let’s go.” Arthur took John’s hand. “I’m ready.”

More suitable than John. Hastur was glad he had no facial expressions to give him away.

Faroe leaned against Hastur. “Do I still have to have a public celebration?”

“Yes. They can be more for our people than for you, if you prefer,” said Hastur.

She looked up. “What does that mean?”

“What’s the difference between the galas and the jubilees?” said Hastur.

Her eyes widened. “One is for your people, and the other is for you. It’s about where the praise and focus land.”

“Yes. This can be for them, more than you.”

“I’d like that.”

“How’s that work, exactly?” said Parker, who hadn’t attended either.

“I’ll explain,” said Arthur, “when we’re home.”

Hastur looked at the Keeper. “Should we return at the usual time next week?”

“I believe that would be wise. After all, Arthur and I have hardly had a chance to talk.” Her gaze lingered on the human in Hastur’s arms. “I have yet to solve your conundrum, Hastur.”

Tabby came around the corner and hopped onto the nearest table, combat boots swinging. “Your friends wanna go home now, Keeps. Quit stalling.”

Faroe smiled and waggled her fingers at Tabby.

Tabby blew Faroe a kiss.

The Keeper sighed at her. “I am not stalling. I am answering questions. That is my job.”

Tabby gave her an incredibly exaggerated look of doubt.

“You are free to go, Hastur. All of you. As I told you, your debt is paid; and, if nothing else, I am glad you’re feeling more yourself. But…”

Tabby sighed. “Keeps.”

“I also implore you to remember, Hastur,” the Keeper said evenly, placing one hand directly on top of Tabby’s head and using it to push her onto her side, “that my door is always open.”

Tabby gave her a look.

Hastur saw his opening and dove. “To them. Not only to me.”

“Would you like the door I loaned your people to become a permanent fixture?” Her voice was sweet, curious.

“Yes.” Hastur didn’t hesitate at all.

“You may want to move it, then. A third floor supply closet is an odd place for a door to a library.” She laughed, airy, fond. “A drop of blood on the knob will make it permanent, then. I’ll know to keep it open on my side.”

“I will ensure its placement. Thank you.” His bow was graceful, all tentacles curling as if posed for a portrait of horror and beauty, crown glinting just so.

John was so suspicious. Why does he want that?

“It’s a good thing,” Arthur whispered back.

“And you will linger to speak with me after Arthur’s next visit,” the Keeper said, friendly and kind but firm. “I rather missed seeing you last time, you know.”

Tabby turned to stare at the Keeper.

Faroe turned to stare at the Keeper.

Parker glanced between the Keeper and Hastur.

“As you wish, great one,” Hastur said, still bowed, sounded completely calm about this—which, coming on the heels of a month of silence, was moderately concerning.

Why the fuck? Said John.

Later, Sunny soothed.

Hastur held Arthur and Faroe close (and Parker did not come near enough to be grabbed).

“Parker?” said Faroe.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Will you come back to meals?”

Sunny made a small noise of surprise.

“I won’t let him do it again,” she added.

Hastur stroked her hair. “Nor shall I.”

Faroe looked at her father with adoration, then at Parker with hope.

“Almost seems like an apology, eh, Sunny?” Parker said.

Sunny sighed dramatically. I think I can put aside my feelings, just this once. For her.

“We’ll come, kid.”

Faroe beamed as though given an extra present.

“It is settled,” said Hastur like some dark deal had been made, and flew for the portal out.

#

Larson was having a pretty good day.

It was true the King in Yellow had disappeared an hour ago, but he likely had good reason. All the others were gone, too, and that made it so nice to walk these halls.

To walk, and sneer, and nod knowingly at those he passed. He was one of them now, the elite, the approved. Perhaps he’d step forward today in court, make himself more known, more seen—

“You have both done well,” he heard, froze, and peeked over the balcony rail.

There was the King. The damn goat danced around his feet like he’d been gone for a month, not an hour, pressing one of its faces into Faroe’s hands. The King held Arthur (and Faroe, and that close, there was no doubt of relation), and was talking to…

No. No!

Parker eyed the King with disrespect, with defiance, with that squint-eyed insouciance that so marked every conversation with this Saint. “Didn’t do much.”

“I disagree. Sunny, your wisdom… shone. We will speak more of this later.” And Hastur left, carrying his Lesters like dolls, Nibbles prancing at his feet and bleating annoyingly.

Parker watched him go, frowning. “Huh.”

I don’t like that, ‘Sunny’ said quietly.

“How come, sunshine?”

Yes. How come, you pitiful little shred?

He’s up to something again, said Sunny, who then sighed. I don’t know that he actually… processed much of what we were trying to say. We’ll have to keep an eye on him.

The Saint sighed (like it was a burden—like the King in Yellow, a Great Old One of impossible age and power—was something he had to deal with). “I think you’re right. Dunno what switch got flipped… though he’s not wrong about you.” Parker began walking away.

Oh, stop, the Scrap said, low and embarrassed.

“Nope. Just true. Even that guy sees it. You are something special,” he said (that lickspittle), and they were around the corner and gone.

Larson turned away, leaning against the wall and clutching at the cold marble. Why? Why did this have to happen? He’d made such progress! Why?

That piece of shit. That Saint. It wasn’t enough that he was a thief. Wasn’t enough he didn’t know his fucking place, didn’t know deference, hadn’t learned his lesson. He had to try to take the King away, too.

Parker and the scrap’s shared laugh floated back around the corner.

Someday, the Saint would pay, and it would be brutal, and it would be cruel, and Larson would take great pleasure in doing it himself. So much pleasure.

Someday.

Larson stormed to court, teeth bared, and almost forgot to give knowing nods to his fellow accepted elite.

#

“That was lovely.”

“Montages, huh?” said Tabby. “Eye of the Tiger, or whatever?”

“Heh, heh, heh. Sometimes, just sometimes, I like how you think. That’s reeeaally not good for you.”

“Kayne.”

“Don’t worry, sis. She’s yours. I won’t touch her.” The sound of stretching, a back cracking, bones popping like some orthopedic nightmare. “Back to our regularly scheduled program. Good luck to the contestants, eh?”

“Yes,” the Keeper agreed, quiet and serious. “Good luck to them, indeed.”

#malevolent #malevolent fic #surrogate series #surrogate fic #surrogate malevolent #arthur lester #faroe lester #john malevolent #parker yang #sunny | yellow malevolent

[jacqui-velazquez]

THE SUMMER OF 2023 JACQUI VELAZQUEZ

THE VIBES DURING THE BREAK

Jacqui's summer was (to their dismay) completely, horrendously, utterly boring.

They had an internship at a record label and it was...well, an internship. They were everyone's lil bitch getting coffee and doing the tasks no one else wanted to do around the office.

Not to mention, they actually had to like....show up in the morning? On time? Not their strength, that's for sure.

After the road trip went south (figuratively, not literally) and Ollie came back to NYC, they spent quite a bit of time together, but Jacqui kept pretty mum about how much they were hating their internship.

Parker popped into the city and they met up and (thread still in progress but I don't anticipate them spilling the beans about Jesse lmao).

Anyways, as weird as it may have been considering the, you know, blackmail and murder, Jacqui couldn't wait to get back to Ogden. Even though they were pretty sure they hated college now and weren't even sure why they needed a degree.

Maybe they don't....

THE VIBES FOR THIS YEAR

The direction Jacqui is going to go in this semester (I think) is a bit of a nihilistic crisis! Majorly in the case of academics. Needless to say, Jacqui did nawt enjoy the 9-5 life interning over the summer, and is sorta struggling with, like, the concept of college in general because they're struggling with the concept of employment in general.

And also...probably because of the, you know, trauma.

In general, this semester their partying side is going to get a little bit darker, a little bit more ominous than it has been, and their nihilism is going to waver along the lines of nothing matters so why not to nothing matters so why. though they'll never fully shake the anti-nihilism, my lil persephone is going from her goddess of spring era to her queen of the underworld era.

Overall: MORE partying, getting high, playing music & gigs in general, hooking-up. And LESS fucks given, homework done, boundaries.

Along those lines, so some wanted connections/plots for this semester (most of these are carried over bc I'm STILL waiting for them):

SLACKER FRIENDS! While Jacqui def has been a stoner, and would never shame anyone, so they would've gotten along with anyone who self-identified (or otherwise) as a slacker, I'd love to find some ppl that they like, actively seek out who also are not doing any work. They've always enjoyed their school work for the most part, and at the very least, enjoyed learning, so wanting absolutely nothing to do with it is new for them, and I'd imagine they'd try to find people who feel the same and try to understand them in hopes of understanding where it is coming from themselves, ya feel?

Along those lines, pretty much anyone who would get high, hook up, or otherwise be a degenerate with them (around their schoolwork, if they must).

I've been saying this but for someone who is supposed to sleep around, Jacqui does nawt have enough hook-up connections.

People in their classes who start to notice that they are like...never going to them.

The girl band :( It has yet to actually come to fruition and I need a girl band posse for Jacqui PLEASE.

ppl they can influence :) as always lmao. Especially now they'll want people they can pull into a spiral with them because losing your sense of self isn't fun when you do it alone!

#about #muse #event: summer break

[mytalemyworld]

I honestly wanted to see Nebahat&Asiye scenes, because they are two women Doruk cares about the most (I mean the show already acts like Melisa doesn't exist, so...) In a realistic perspective, I think it makes sense Nebahat still doesn't think highly of Asiye. This character has the most shallow personality ever in the show. Selfish, having no moral ground or self-esteem. That's why I understand the way she pointed Yasmin and Doruk to Asiye in order to make a point. This is so her.

But calling Doruk over for him to see Asiye cleaning...this is repetitive and kinda insulting our intelligence. Because she has known her son cleaned with her, worked for her and experienced a penniless life. So that took the pleasure of making any comment on this. Yeah, maybe it was necessesary for Asiye to go against Nebahat and show her that she and Doruk are happy together, I get it...however I really expected to see a different approach. They really didn't go hard about this.

Asiye: If we didn't meet, would you like Yasmin? Doruk: What nonsensical question is this?

There was one thing I could find interesting. So when Asiye saw Doruk and Yasmin together -she normally didn't find it weird before but Nebahat forced her to think of it- she asked him this question.

That's so human but stupidish. Because the question was really pointless and no sane -and in love- man would answer it. (in Kiralık Aşk, Ömer kinda answered it honestly and Defne went insane, if I don't remember wrong. Lol. This is not about honesty, this question doesn't make sense at all)

But after the last night's incident it's only normal for her to feel insecure. She is a realistic girl through and through. But her boyfriend is one determined and romantic boy, as if he could ever understand an alternate universe or realistic perspective. This boy is deeply and dramatically in love, a Prince Charming. He could jump straight out of this fairy tale book and fight against monsters or dragons at any moment. He is that perfect.

The interesting part is... It's like...if one day they end up parting ways, she might think he can move on. Because he can find someone compatible but she can't find someone thoughtful, kind and supportive like him.

You see, they are not typical high school lovers... He means a lot to her. He talked dramatically when they broke up, but Asiye knows he is such a drama queen so I don't think she is really aware of that he can't move on.

Asiye: Don't tell your mother about this. Doruk: I don't promise anything. Asiye: Doruk! Doruk: Sssshhh.

The communication. Lol. He doesn't lie to her, no, no, little lady, this is about his mom, how she crossed the boundaries, how she acted like a nosy-parker. I mean she started this, the fact that Asiye told everything to Doruk of course was necessesary for the boy to know who the monster is.

But Nebahat played low. Even Asiye couldn't stay silent about this in the end. Her first act was logical (Yasmin & Doruk) but her second act (cleaning conspiracy) doomed to fail.

#kardeşlerim #kardeslerim #asiye x doruk #asiye eren #doruk atakul #asdor

[alarakucuk]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

trigger warnings: MURDER, DEATH, BLOOD, BEATING, SEVERE INJURY, KIDNAPPING, TORTURE

featuring: Miyeon, Jae, @carterthompson, @nadiaxkucuk, @marcusxshaw, @maximoxaguilar, @dallasparker, @adrianamartinez, @emmelinehq, @kiyanthompson, @lakeynxmccray, @mckennaford,

Alara didn’t know how she had ended up in the situation but she did. One minute she was serving Miyeon and her husband at verdure and then he returned the next day alone.Then he returned alone again and again, he would talk to her and make her laugh, he tipped her well not that she needed the money but he didn’t know that.One thing led to another and she was meeting him outside of work hours, they went for drives in his car and eventually on dates which ended with them back at quick stop motel. Once he felt confident in not being caught, those dates ended up back at his and Miyeon’s home. Alara was 25 years old when she found herself falling madly in love with a married man.

What broke her heart was when Miyeon came home early one day and caught the two of them together, she caught them in the act and all hell broke loose. A part of her was excited that they’d been caught, the thought entered her mind that maybe just maybe this is what needed to happen for him to be all hers. She was very wrong. Miyeon agreed that what had happened between the two of them would not leave this room today. She would walk out the door and that it would end here. For days, weeks and months after that she waited for him to get back in touch with her but it never happened. She was hurt, she was heart broken. Miyeon thought she saved Alara the embarrassment of the air getting out but all she caused for the younger girl was heartbreak. 

I could just… kill her. That was the line that slipped out of Alara’s mouth in a vent to her sister over the phone. The line that caused all of this to begin to happen. Something somebody usually said as a throw away comment but for Alara she truly meant it.

She knew if she was to do this then she had to surround herself with people she trusted. Her sister was a given but Carter was somebody she knew she could count on. He would do anything for her and that was something she needed right now. Somebody to aimlessly plan and execute what her and her sister wanted to do.

Lots of planning went into Miyeon’s death. Time and effort was put in just to get somebody on the inside with her. Once they were in though it seemed to move quickly and before she knew it she was standing in a room with Nadia and Carter as her sister pulled the trigger.That was how it’s done. A smirk creeped at the corner of her lips as she watched the life drain from Miyeon’s body almost instantly. Her eyes glued onto the woman who caused her all this pain. She looked over at Carter wide eyed with the same smirk still on her lips. She had a taste of the power and she loved it, she enjoyed the feeling. She felt a sense of control in her life again and she didn’t want it to end.

Jae however was different. There was no real motive behind him. Her supposed best friend. Miyeon’s cousin. A person that was easy to infiltrate. She knew his schedule, she knew where he would be and she knew he wouldn’t see it coming. It was easy. This time it was her turn. She would make the final blow and she would feel that same power all over again but this time more intensely. Removing her mask before putting an end to his suffering gave her the thrill she was seeking. The look on his face as he asked her why. Just because. She would then go on to play the best friend who was heart broken. Sure, some days she thought about it and how they could have picked anybody. It was a little weird without him by her side but this was just the beginning of something much bigger for the group. The legion.

Dallas Parker. Another that should have been an easy target. Carter’s best friend. Alara wasn’t all too fond of her anyway, something about her got under her skin. She should have been an easy target. Alara did most of the beating and she left Carter to finish the job.. Something she shouldn't have done. The blonde got away. Their first fuck up.

Marcus Shaw. Somebody who seemed so pure. Somebody who wanted to seem as though they were doing the town a favour. Why should he know every aspect of everyone? Histrionic Personality Disorder he had in his notes for her. What the fuck even is that? She had poured her heart out to him in her sessions, told her how heartbroken she was over the fact she would never see Miyeon’s husband again and all he got from that was she had an issue with not being the center of attention? Of course she did not like that. Taking him out was almost too easy, though she didn’t have the final blow for this one. That was her sister. She got to hear him cry out and beg when Carter beat him over the few days they had him though and that was music to her ears. Marcus was the magic number three which now gave them their serial killer title.

Max Aguilar. Another mistake. Somebody who shouldn’t have got away but did. If he was a little tougher than Marcus, he put up a fight from the start. That was the second fuck up.

Of course the anonymous tip came around. That was Alara and Nadia. Emmeline was an obvious target for this trick up their sleeve, she happened everything to them on a plate. Ana was easy to rope into this with Marcus and Max’s involvement, the fact she had left her now dead husband for a year also making this so much easier for them. Everybody really did hand them everything on a silver platter. Kiyan however, was a little more tricky but his constant bickering in the forum fell nicely in the palm of their hands. This was a more tactical approach from Nadia and Alara considering Carter kept fucking it up. This was their attempt at getting him to focus on the task at hand but it did backfire temporarily. He had his little tantrum and decided he was going his separate way.

Lakeyn was just another one who was easy to target. Somebody to play around with. What was a little ‘attempted murder’ to send a message at this point?

Mckenna Ford. This was one that hurt Alara the most. This was truly one that was not planned and she saw something she shouldn’t have. In a moment of panic Alara found herself acting without thinking and that was all it took for Mckenna’s life to be cut short. She was one that Alara found herself shedding a tear for. At this point Alara had invited Emmeline to stay at her place in an attempt at making herself seem sweet, a way of making her seem kind and off the radar for people. This partnered with her cousin living with her too was a recipe for disaster surely? Alara had to think fast and that meant calling up her sister and Carter, of course Carter agreed and that was all it took to pull him back in. With Emmeline out for an hour while she went to Ormond’s and Aylin at work this gave them a short time slot to fix the mess Alara had made. The girl could hardly think straight and wasn’t much use. Most would think by the fourth kill it wouldn’t have an effect on her but Mckenna wasn’t planned. It was a moment of panic for her. Mckenna was too good of a person to fall victim to her hands but she did. Somehow they managed to pull it off and they got away with it.

“Nadia Kucuk, Alara Kucuk and Carter Thompson, you are under arrest for the murders of Miyeon Kang, Jaehyun Lee, Marcus Shaw and Mckenna Ford and the attempted murders of Dallas Parker, Maximo Aguilar and Lakeyn McCray. We can do this the easy way or the hard way….”

There was no way Alara would just hand herself over easily. She was standing at the booth when all hell broke loose and she knew she had to make a run for it. Running through the carnival to try and find her sister and Carter she had to somehow slow down the police who were chasing her on foot. That’s when the knife she had on her came into play as she grabbed both Kit and Percy along the way, the knife sliding in so effortlessly without a care for the damage she would be causing as she continued on foot in an attempt to escape.

She was eventually caught as she was cut off at all angles by the police, she was forcefully pushed to the ground as they cuffed her and dragged her up and onto her feet. Her sister in her view as she watched her hold Mallory close to her. She had never been prouder as she watched her speech, watched her tell them exactly what this town was and the people in it. A smile on her face, a grin as she watched the chaos around them unfold. They had done this, this was all them. The town had been in the palm of their hands for months.

The only time Alara had felt sadness was the moment she watched her sister killed in front of her eyes. Something they knew was possible going into all of this but still it caused her to scream out for her sister. How dare they. Watching her sister fall to the ground caused her to once again try to fight against them, she tried to pull away, break free. She couldn’t escape their grip so when she was put into the police car it was a waiting game. She couldn’t get free, not without help at least. Her sister had promised her that nothing would happen to the two of them. She had promised. 

The police may have caught her, killed her sister and captured Carter but unfortunately for Hidehill there was always a plan. The shadows of Hidehill are always one step ahead. 

Alara Kucuk escaped the fairground.

“We have been informed that Carter Thompson, Alara Kucuk, and Nadia Kucuk are confirmed as the shadow of Hidehill. Carter Thompson has been taken into police custody and will await trial if pleading not guilty. While Alara Kucuk has been reported as having escaped at the fairgrounds. Bringing us to Nadia Kucuk, who has met their fate at the hands of the police in a shootout with a hostage. The hostage, Mallory Goldmann, also reported to be deceased as well. Our thoughts with her family tonight.”

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