#YIPEE this took WAY to long but it looks cool

[lillyosaurus]

hey princess orca enjoyers (me)

#princess orca #wof #wings of fire #wings of fire the lost heir #wof book 2 #seawing royal family #animus #blood tw #i think I don’t really know if it’s blood or animus magic #YIPEE this took WAY to long but it looks cool #orca is so underrated though I love her she barely appears but that doesn’t mean she can’t be cool #like commander tempest #oh yeah she’s in the death pose dinosaurs are often found in #my art

[avatar-obsessed-girl]

For The Best | Miles Quaritch

This story will eventually contain smut and violence MDNI (18+)

Chapter 1

Word count: 2.4k

Multiple part series —> [ 1 ]

Visual of Kxani

Ikran screeched echoing through the forest along with the beat of their wings. You were flying next to Neteyum and Lo’ak behind Jake and Neytiri. It was surprising to say the least the boys were joining this attack mission. Jake had always not trusted their abilities, it was only till you and Jake got into an argument about it he let them join. It wasn’t uncommon for you two to fight, you were both strong willed and warrior just with two different perspectives.

With your bow in hand and visor on you looked over and yiped to the two boys. Lo’ak smiled and raised his bow in return but Neteyum showed nothing. You flicked your Ikran wing over to him which brought a smile. You always knew how to get to him. To the children you were the cool aunt that wasn’t really an aunt. After the battle between the sky people you decided to stay with the Omatikaya and it didn’t take long to become close with the Sullies.

“Ground team go” you heard Jake say through your ear piece

The next thing you knew the train exploded off course and neytiri already took out one aircraft. The other one was left to you. You summoned your Ikran to bite and throw the person through the middle, leaving time for you to jump aboard and bust through the door to the pilot. Giving them a stab, only to run back off and jump out the side getting caught by your Ikran. You searched the air for the boys only to find them on the ground. Something told you it was Lo’aks doing.

You cursed looking ahead to see another aircraft launching a missed right at the boys. You swooped down to see Jake had found Lo’ak and told him to run. You didn’t let him get far before you picked him up from the claws of your Ikran.

“Kxani let me go!” He yelled over the wind

“When you quit being a skxawng I will!” You yelled back

It wasn’t until his Ikran was below you you dropped him so he could fly by himself.

“I hope your ready for the ass whipping” you said only to receive an eye roll

The flight back was anxious and awkward; you could practically feel Jake’s anger. As you approached high camp the familiar arrival horn got blown and echoed through the caves. It felt good to be home when you landed next to Neytiri. Tuk immediately hugged her mom then you. You picked her up and set her on your hip. She began to mess with your tooth necklace.

“Your brothers are in trouble” I whispered setting her down

You walked over to Spider and ruffled his hair. Over the years you and Spider grow close. He even called you his parental figure sometimes. You took great joy in these words when he expressed them, you never had a mate or love interest. Even though he was different he was yours and you always looked after him. Putting an arm on his shoulder you lead him away from Lo’ak who was visibly pissed after getting yelled at.

“How was it while I was gone?” You asked in English

“Meh didn’t do anything” he responded

From the tone of his voice you could tell he was disappointed he couldn’t go. Then again he would never be able to, his sadness laid stones in your heart.

“How about we go exploring tomorrow?” You noticed how he perked up at your words

“Can we bring Kiri?” He asked

It was obvious the way the boy had a crush on Kiri. The way he stared at her when she wasn’t looking or when she helped him apply his blue stripes. You thought it was cute.

“Of course” you smiled “maybe even Lo’ak so he feels better”

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Lo’ak and Spider whooped and yelled as they jumped from vine to vine, leading the group. It was you, Kiri, Tuk, Lo’ak, and Spider. More than you wanted to bring but you couldn’t say no to her cute pouty face. Spider and Lo’ak carried a bow with arrows while you only stuck to your knife. As the group ran along a big branch Tuk got distracted by a plant and got yelled at by Lo’ak.

“Tuk keep up!” He yelled

“Bro why did you even bring her anyways” Spider laughed

You flicked him in the head for his tone

“She’s such a cry baby” he said “your not allowed on the battlefield, I’ll tell mom if you don’t let me come!” Lo’ak mocked

“Don't pick on her” Kiri scolded the two for laughing

“You're just jealous she’s cuter than both of you” you chuckled hoping down onto the ground as a bone caught your eyes.

“Do you really need more teeth aunt Kxani?” Lo’ak sighed

“You can never have enough!” You looked over to see Tuk beside you also inspecting the tooth. It was a baby nantang tooth that one must have dropped. You handed it to her “This one's for you Tuk” you smiled putting into her hand.

The girl ran off to find her sister as the boys inspected a fallen helicopter. Unfortunately your gathering was cut short by the search for Kiri. She must have wandered off again like she always did. Spider was the one to find her in the end. On the way back Lo’ak stopped to look at tracts.

“Bro what is it?” Spider asked

“way to big for a human” Lo’ak paused “avatars but definitely not ours”

“What are you doing?” Kiri asked in a sharp tone

”shhh tracking” he retorted causing kiri tail to flick in irritation

Your heart raced the further you went, there were many tracts meaning it was a group. The sounds of talking reached your ears. You slowly unsheathed your knife, soon a group of bodies came into view.

“We need to leave now” you hissed

”bro we have got to check this out” Lo’ak smirked as he and spider moved forward

Tuk urged to go forward but you held her back, she pouted but stayed and hugged Kiri’s arm. It wasn't long before the two were back. You touched your fingers to your neck.

“Devil dog, devil dog this is echo wave over” you say

“echo wave send your traffic” jake replies

“we got eyes of some avatars, there’s six of them, over” you reply

”What's your position?” He asked

You glare at Lo’ak and sigh “we’re at the old shack”

”Who’s we?” He asked annoyance thick in his voice

“Me Spider, Lo’ak, Kiri” you paused “and Tuk”

”You listen to me very carefully Kxani, get out of there”

"See i told you!" Kiri said, rubbing it in his face

"Kiri stop" he hissed

"It almost eclipse come on-" Tuk started to say before she got grabbed by a avatar

Within moments you were all surrounded by these invaders. All of them yelling to put the weapons down. You threw your knife down on the ground.

"Put them down now" you said in Navi to the spider who thought he could fight back because his bow was still in the air.

As soon as he laid it down everyone got grabbed by their queues and pushed down onto their knees. Tuk cries made your heart ache, you hated hearing her like that. Fortunately Kiri got her to calm down the best she could.

The leader went around looking at everyone's fingers. He inspected yours only to see that I had 3. You hissed at him and bared your teeth. As a warning only for it to be met by a tug on your queue. He went over to loak next.

"Show me your fingers" the leader demanded in a low voice

Lo'ak being the smart ass he is raised his middle fingers up which only cause the leader to laugh at him "you his aren't you"

Lo'ak hissed at the invader

He grabbed him from the other invader. "Where is your father" he asked with a snarl

"Sorry I don't speak english to assholes" Lo'ak responded in Navi

"Where is your father" the leader responded back in Navi

As the leader pulled a nice out at him and tears went down your cheek as the male pointed his knife at kiri. Spider thrashed and yelled though it being nothing compared to the strength of an avatar. You whimpered at his struggle.

“What’s your name kid” the male asked

“Spider” he paused “Socorro”

The man gazed at him unbelievably because kneeling down to his level “miles?” He asked

“nobody calls me that” Spider spat

”well i thought they sent you back to earth” the male

“you can put babies is cryo dipshit” Spider said

It wasn't until then that you knew this avatar was Spider's father. Anger swelled inside you. This man had led the humans into war and abandoned his son. His son in which you cared about very much.

“You are a pathetic excuse of an avatar” you hissed out bringing the attention to yourself.

The mane got up and walked over to you. Looking you deeply into the eyes, before turning away again and speaking into his ear piece. They then dragged everyone to the shack and placed handcuffs on your wrist. You stared at the bright orange bands and could already feel the circulation in your wrists slowing. You looked over to see the tall man watching a video on a screen. It plays a video of the battle between him and Jake. You watched with a smirk as the last scene played, with Neytiri shooting him with 2 arrows to the chest. The man picked up his old skull crushing in between his fingers.

“Destroying the evidence does not destroy the burden” you said

“So she does speak English” he smiled dusting off his hand

You said nothing in response and only turned the other way. You felt awkward under his eyes, his intimidating gaze pierced through your back. After an hour the day transformed to night and it began to rain. You were forced to your feet and held close by your queue by one of the avatars. Every tug sent a sting down your spine. Though the pain was quickly ignored by a whoop in the distance. Neytiri was close, she and Jake were coming to save them. Your ears flicked with every call. And soon all hell broke loose.

An arrow hit an avatar next to Kiri and Spider. Killing them instantly, Lo'ak did something to make green gas disburse everywhere. As Kiri and Spider began to run away another avatar grabbed her. Only to be shot by another one and Neytiri's arrows. Lo'ak and Tuk bit their way to freedom and ran. You threw your head back and slammed it into the avatar behind you, causing his grip to faulted and you to escape. You caught up with Kiri and Spider. You looked up.

“Go! Climb!” You yelled

As the three of you quickly escalated into the trees, explosions went on around you. One knocked Spider out of the tree. Neytiri appeared next to you trying to drag Kiri and you away.

“Im sorry sister” you told her before jumping from branch to branch to get closer to spider, who was already surrounded

You jumped down on one man, knocking him to the ground before punching another in the face the best you could with your conjoined hands. It wasn't long before you were restrained once again. Spider was slung across the leader's shoulder and the same was done to you as you thrashed, screamed, bite, and punched. But it was no luck, you had gotten captured. As you got into the ship a ship sting went into your arm causing you to grow more tired by the second. Soon the world went dark.

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You woke up to blinding lights streaming into your face. You tried to cover your eyes but found your arms and legs were locked into place.

“Ah good morning sweetheart” a voice said

You knew it from somewhere, but you couldn’t place who it was. With your vision still not working and your memory foggy you didn't form a response.

The man chuckled “where’s that sharp tongue now?”

Then it all came back like a hammer hitting your head. You hissed and thrashed against your restraints.

“Let go of me, demon!” You screamed

To your surprise it worked, your restraints unhooked and you got to your feet setting yourself into a low crouched position. While baring your teeth the man only chuckled and slowly walked towards you. The clicks of the teeth hanging from your tail echoed into the room. You lunged, only to get caught and pushed up against the wall with the man holding you arms above your head by your sensitive wrists. You yelled in frustration.

“So feisty” the man said “ i like it”

he then yanked you off the wall and led you out of the room. You saw Spider being dragged away to his cell passing you.

“My son!” You yelled “let him go”

it wasn't until later you realized you called him your son. You have never called him that before. You thrashed against the avatars. But no matter how hard you tried, your strength was nothing compared to theirs. They drug you along like nothing. Soon you were strapped to a vertical table. Your head was locked in place as she looked around and hissed at every human around you.

Only the vibrations of the machine cause you to stop. Soon a green light flashed and swirled around you. It stung your eyes causing them to water. If this is what they did to Spider, you understood why he looked the way he did. You shut your eyes tightly and gritted your teeth. You heard a woman speak to you but you paid no mind to her.

Soon you started to scream in pain. Your eyes felt like they were being pulled from your skull. Your body shook frantically from your muscles tensing for so long. Finally they removed you, your screaming must have annoyed them too much. The last face you saw before you passed out was the leaders that you still didn’t know the name of.

“You scream like a banshee, sweetheart” he said

This was the last thing you heard before you passed out.

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Thank you for reading! <3

#recom quaritch #avatar #avatar 2 #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #quaritch x reader #no use of y/n

[sans-au-war-ii]

WINNERS:

After a long and harduous battle against 1S, Fresh finally beat up that child came out on top

As much as we all love Inverted Fate, Cross is pretty cool, for a sans

After a week of arguing with his past, Geno self, Error won his poll

For winning a staring contest with local axe-maniac, Horror, Og/Classic/Vanilla/call him whatever moves to another Round (yipee!!)

... but I doubt he'll stand against the destroyer of worlds

Sadly for all the Nightmare Fans (Including me), the octopus lost to local squid guy, Ink

The Council has decided: the best of the two "classic" Aus is Underswap! With Swap winning over Fell by a close margin

The Council strikes again: Anxiety is the better of hheisa's Aus over Mint

I'm not even going to lie to you: I didn't have the heart to vote in this poll, so most of the time I was clueless. Looks like Blueberror won over Science sans tho! Shame, Sci was the first one who got propaganda (and he kinda grew on me in the christmas party au)

After making it in to the surprise of everyone, Slump the Skebump won against a child sans

To the surprise of no one, however, Reaper won against Lust. Why can't he have nice things?

[Insert clever Underverse joke] Killer Vs Dream. Positivity wins, as always

God takes the good souls early, just like how he took Epic from us over Dust. Guess that guy still has some unfinished business huh?

In a not-so-epic epic battle of the underrateds, Farm won, which kinda left Tone a little sad [*look at what you've done.]

You know what? I'm sorta glad Paperjam lost to Storyshift, that guys way easier to draw

In a battle that I honestly sorta forgot about, people decided that Stars were better than Humans and you know what good for them

In the Battle of the Winged, the guy who absorbed like- 8 kids won over the Overzealous Cocky Positive Asshole

#sansauwar #good night everyone I'm going to bed #I'll make the bracket and the pics tomorrow lol-

[warmblanketwhump]

A funny irl whump story of mine I reckoned you’d enjoy:

A year-ish ago I went on a class trip in the city amid winter. Now, I live in another town than the city I study in, so I commute back and forth by public transport - long story short, I ran to catch the bus to the train station so I could hop on the incoming train back home, but unfortunately I missed it and had to wait for over an hour for the next one.

And alas, my phone had died. Until the end I was very worried about any anxieties I may give to my family by not responding to their calls but another concern was also the *time* - by having zero battery, I also had no watch. Somehow, my genius brain thought it was a good idea to go like “Since you have no way of telling when the train is coming, you better stay on the platform *outside* so you can see it coming. Don’t even think about sitting inside the station and asking people for the time, this is Cringe”. So I spent that hour-and-something pacing along the platform, getting colder and colder by the minute…

The train came when it had gotten dark, I met an old friend and we sat together inside. The compartments were warm but my insides were *not* - I chatted along with her, hoping that I’ll soon feel better but by the time we arrived back in town, I still felt like a refrigerated chicken. In fact, I still felt unbearably cold as I rode in my dad’s even warmer car on the way back to my house (the one fortunate thing was that he knew he had to pick me up so my lack of phone contact wasn’t a problem anymore). 

What also was concerning was that I was barely even shivering. Reasonably worried, I took my temperature out of fear I may have given myself hypothermia but luckily, I was fine. I went to take a hot shower anyways but still felt like I had jumped in freezing river waters to dig for the cross (I’m referencing Yordanovden here lol, a very cool Bulgarian tradition for those who are curious). At last, the only thing that thawed the cold out of me was wrapping myself up in blankets and laying in bed for 30 minutes. That last part was fun because:

 a) “Yipee, I single-handedly prevented my demise, look how responsible and independent I am!!”

b) It was a nice excuse to lay tucked in my comfy, warm bed for half an hour before having to succumb to Ye Beloathed Homework

c) I had my pretty Sailor Moon bed sheets to keep me company while I was defrosting :D

Hope you all enjoyed my tomfoolery, telling it was a Neat writing exercise, stay safe and utilise your common sense to prevent ending up like I did lol

oh my goodness, anon, that sounds like an ordeal!!! there really is no worse feeling than being so chilled down to your bones that even being in a heated place isn’t enough to warm you up 🥶🥶🥶

i used to have to go to these cold-weather sporting events back in college, and it’s honestly such a weird feeling afterward when you’re sitting there wrapped in blankets and somehow STILL cold (honestly can’t believe I hadn’t thought of describing it as feeling like a refrigerated chicken - that’s perfect 🤣)

moral of the story - don’t wait outside in the cold!! ever!! unless you want to be someone’s whump inspo!

#i love being the source for all irl whump stories #anon #cold whump #irl whump

[doorrobloxstuff]

Sunny day in the hotel with weird conversations

Something I made back in august that I left sitting on my writing discord like an old moldy banana.

Enjoy random conversations they’re having.

This was before Rush found silence.

YIPEE RUEBEN

Beams of sunshine pierced their way through the library windows as Rueben carried a pile of old books to the library desk. Figure was nearby curled in a corner, gently licking Screech's sweaty face while Shadow floated over Rueben watching him work.

“It’s really hot today huh?”

Rueben set the books down on the desk, adjusting his glasses before carefully pulling the oldest one out from the top of the pile and taking apart the heavily decayed spine with a pair of rusty scissors.

“Swelterin.”

Shadow picked up the nearby fallen chair next to Rueben, only to make a small, startled gasp as Snare, who was cooling off under it looked up at Shadow, flared its drosera and let out a loud hiss before skittering off. Shadow started for a moment before propping the chair right next to Rueben.

“You should really the fix air conditioner..everyone's melting in here..”

Rueben placed the decayed spine aside before reaching down fumbled for a few seconds before opening the correct drawer and pulling out a new spine. He placed the pages into fresh spine and then put the book into the press.

“Workin on it. Gotta do the books first.”

Shadow tilted its head curiously.

“Do you have to do the books first..?”

Rueben carefully sewed the book’s pages to the spine.. though, he slowed his work for a second.

“‘Yea..'cause they’re too old to keep like this..someone breaks in and they’ll all be dust by the time they wriggle on out.”

“How old are they..?"

“Older then dirt.”

“How old’s dirt..?”

“Billions.”

“Like you grandpa!”

Figure trilled in horror while Rueben cackled and pulled the now restored book out of the press. Shadow silently laughed just the tiniest bit before handing Rueben another book. (While Figure chewed out Screech in the background.) it had a decayed title that just said “fossils”.

“..Fossils are cool aren’t they?”

“Yea. Don't find 'em much 'round these parts though.”

"Really?"

"Yea. Somethin 'bout the hotel I reckon."

Rueben repeated the same process for the new book. Out the old and in with the new. Once that was done, he got another book and started all over.

Shadow flicked the globe on the desk and watched it spin before starting again.

“..Do you think humans were around when the dinosaurs roamed the earth?”

“Naw. We were varmints scurrying in a 'buncha holes by then.”

Another book was taken off the pile. Figure went back to licking Screech.

“..There’s been a lot of weird scratching in basements recently..”

Rueben finished the book, stretching out his arms and deciding to take break and resting his shoulders on the table. Now Shadow his full attention.

“..Really now?”

“Uh huh! Do you think it’s rats again?..Maybe one of Rush’s raccoons got out..?”

“Probably. Ain’t my problem as long as they stay ‘outta the library..I'm gonna loose it if there's another festation..”

Shadow shivered in disgust.

“Oh definitely, I’d hate it if there was rats..rats suck.”

“Yea..good ‘eatin though.” Rueben answered before his eyebrows shot up and he stared at the desk realizing the situation he now created for himself.

“What..?”

“..Ya heard me once. Don’t need to repeat myself.”

“Rueben..you eat rats..?”

Rueben sighed and took off his hat. He scratched the sparse hairs that remained on his head.

“..Ate worse things.”

Shadow stuck a hand into its chest. The darkness puffed and churned like smoke at the disturbance of self.

“Do you want a sandwich?” It offered with a polite murmur.

Rueben gave a wave its hand.

“Naw.”

“It’ll have ham in it.”

Rueben gave a more tempted look, but shook his head.

“..Naw.”

Shadow gave a shrug and took its hand out of its chest.

“Okay..”

Rueben stayed quiet for a few moments before

“…’Bagged a duck today.”

“Ooo..did you..?”

Rueben reached into his pockets and pulled out a shiny green mallard feather.

“Here uh..have this.”

Shadow carefully took the feather and turned it in its hands excitedly for a few seconds.

“Thank you..” It said, brushing the soft edges and listening the soft “fff” it made when ran its fingers across it.

After awhile, Shadow tucked the feather into its chest, crossed its arms and laid its head down on the table. Rueben couldn’t tell if the entity was asleep or watching him look at it.

It looked peaceful like that, completely still yet somehow moving and shifting. Otherworldly, yet completely familiar..comforting.

He quickly turned away, waving his hat in his face. “..Think the heat’s gettin to me-”

#roblox doors #doors roblox #main au #Rueben #Shadow #Screech #author.txt

[ovxcz]

i cant write for sh1t but my head wont leave me alone

(i finally finshed it yipee)

THIS HAS V0RE.

Below the many piles of junk a borrower stood tall, the dark cool sky observing them. They we no stranger to the man standing close to them.

"Doc Ock" was all the media would talk about.

Otto Octavius, formal scientist turned villain. His 4 welded arms hung him over the floorboards as he worked on his reactor. There wasn't much around him except for scraps of metal and the uncomfortable scent of dirty water and cigars.

It hadn't been long since the accident. His guilt was slowly replaced by encouragement from the voices to finish what he'd started.

The energy reactor was nearly finished. All it needed was its power source, tritium. It stood towering over him, placed right in the middle of the building. Both parties were surprised the rotting wood hadn't collapsed under its weight.

The Doctor commanded two of the metal arms to snap one of the folded reactors claws into place, while the remainder held onto the base for support. In a heartbeat, another arm joined. Now three tentacles were gripping the claw as they rotated it into position. Octavius was pulled with them.

Stumbling along, he silently admired his build.

Xdf felt hypnotized by the man's actions. The reactor lights suddenly light up with the sound of electricity crackling. The borrower couldn't help but stare in awe. They quickly froze in fear when they noticed him turning around, almost seemingly to phase them. The robotic arms moved in what looked like sync following their host's direction.

"Just one more little chore" his voice was deep and rough.

One of the actuators leaned into his face and hissed into his ear. Otto's eyes light up while his confused expression slowly shifted into a smug one. He used the tentacles to elevate himself off the nuclear reactor's platform. The wood creaked with every step he took as the mechanical arm led the way.

The borrower was frozen like a dear in headlights. As much as they wanted to run behind a leaning metal pillar, their body wouldn't let them. The ground continued to shake underneath while they stuck glued to the ground.

Suddenly the shaking stopped. His tall figure stood right over them, while his eyes were fixed looking down at their small, frail body.

"Look at you..."

"Your so small..

it's almost like your bite sized."

One of the actuators roughly grabbed them by their shirt. Startled, they were elevated closer to Octavious's face.

Suddenly the claw let go.

They could feel a gush of wind as they headed for the floorboards. Terror flooded every crevice of their mind as they braised for impact. Something sharply pinched their skin making them wince. They opened their eyes to find their nose only a few inches off the ground.

"I can't let you die yet,

he paused

not when I have a job for you."

The claw stiffened it's grip and rose them back. A smirk was stuck right on his face. As he moved them closer to get a better look at them, they noticed a small build up of..drool in the corner of his mouth.

"These things are capable of detecting even the slightest hint of hunger"

The actuators almost seemed to stand straight up in a way to show off their pride.

The tentacle holding them slowly lowered them down from Otto's gaze and directly in front of...his midsection? Suddenly an uncanny growl emerged from it. The color on their face was drained.

The claw pressed them directly against it, letting them feel every single vibration and groan. The actuators pressure increased every time they struggled to set themselves free. Otto's hand joined and pushed them in further. The claw quickly let them go and gave Otto complete control of them as it implanted a signal to his brain, a desire.

"You hear that?"

He was almost gritting his teeth.

Some parts of their body were being mashed against the brace strapped around his waist. Intentional or not, the man held them in place. His guts were gurgling in distress.

Moments later they were roughly pulled away and back up to his face. His finger was pinching at their sides. It didn't feel any different from the claw. He studied their reactions in a nonchalant matter.

His hand got closer to his face and suddenly, he opened his mouth.

His fingers pushed their head in and let them have a good look at the rows of teeth below them. His victim was paralyzed in fear. They could only barely twitch when Ottos tongue licked them like a piece of candy. Everything around them went still. His tongue had stopped trying to taste them and he had let out a sound of disgust.

Light quickly filled the space and they felt themselves being pulled out of his jaw. The borrower shivered at the change of temperature. It went from humid, to freezing.

Otto took a quick glance at their soaked figure before he turned to the tentacles behind him.

"Yes, honestly.. I dont know what I was expecting.."

The tone of his voice had completely shifted to something that sounded like pity. His eyes darted back to their figure and he sighed. The borrow was filled with hope as the man had finally shown a hint of mercy. Their heartbeat was pumping at the thought.

The metalic arms had started hissing, and his expression of regret had dropped and it was replaced with hunger.

"Your right.. its not the taste that matters but.. rather the fuel that's gained from it.. a meals a meal nonetheless"

Terrified, they finally made an attempt to struggle out of his grasp. His grip tightened and he elevated them over his mouth. Opening his maw and dropping their fragile figure in.

The smell of cigars welcomed them in as their body squirmed at the application of his tongue right below them. Otto moved the organ around their skin, coating their flesh with saliva. As much as they struggled to crawl out of his jaws, they couldnt stop him from closing them shut. Suddenly all they could see was darkness.

The man began to tilt his head back, as his tongue rose to the roof of his mouth, they slid down the organ till they reached the back of his throat.

From the outside Octavius had his eyes closed. He inhaled thoroughly and finally gulped. One of his eyes slightly twitched as he felt their figure slowly descend. The metal claws on his back rose towards his face and they whispered into his ear.

A smile spread across his face as he obeyed the claws' orders and placed two fingers over his throat. As he continued to swallow he could feel their body descending down his gullet.

His digits followed their journey all the way till they finally disappeared below their collarbone.

He leans back and his face softens. His stomach feels heavy against the metal harness around him. He lets out a tiny burp and a satisfied hum.

To the prey's dismay, the harness constricted them to the back of Otto's stomach. They try to move their limbs around but...nothing. They end up finding themselves trying to claw and punch his stomach walls.

"mghn.."

They froze as he let out a soft groan of..pleasure.

Octavius smiled as he placed a hand over his belly. He seemed unbothered by their failed attempts to escape. The tentacles observed as he pressed his hand in deep. His stomach began to gurgle in discomfort and the figure inside tensed up.

"..I don't know why they try to crawl out either.."

"It's futile. They won't get far"

He grinned as he felt them faintly squirm against all the pressure applied to them.

The actuators felt accomplished as xe helped fuel his ego. Xe knew that the more "powerful" he became, the more things xe could talk him into doing.

He grinned as he felt them faintly squirm against all the pressure applied to them. The stomach walls pressed against them every time Otto pressed against his stomach.

The tentacles found xemselves studying and analyzing xyr hosts prey. Every gurgle and groan peeked xyr curiosity. The doctor smiled in response. The borrower was almost like a pet to all five of them, except that this one wouldnt last long.

As much as Otto wanted to taunt his prey, the tentacles reminded him of more important matters. They had a machine to activate after all.

He sighed and with the help of the tentacles, left the pier and quickly made his way towards a familiar building.

He had to practically sneak through the shadows to avoid attention. Hes be met by an occasional glance but he knew that whoever saw him wouldnt do anything.

The borrower inside could hear muffled thumps and crunches originating from the outside. The tight nature of Ottos stomach kept them stuck in place, the occasional 'thump' would sometimes move them out of place. Moments like that made them have hope. Deep down they knew that they were stuck.

Their memories and experiences didn't mean anything anymore. To him, they were there to supplement him. They were just food.

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#d.oc o.ck #v.ore #implied digestion

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Trip

Warning: allusions to nonconcent sex

I would like to ask for a Dark! Drabble Requests - July 28-31, 2020: Vacation AUs: - The reader goes for a midnight swim but isn't the only one with the idea, with Loki, please… @scorpionchild81 and @ladyacrasia

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You hadn't been on a family trip since you were just a kid. Since then, your father had cycled through three different jobs and moved you all around until you were off to college.

Now, fresh out off graduation and hoping he could use he new favourable position to your advantage, this trip would be your chance. You hoped to convince him to get you a spot at the company that had given him a bonus big enough to see your family to a whole week at the upscale resort in the Carribean.

It was unlike any family vacation you'd taken before. Most of your childhood had been road trips and camping but now you could bask in the pristine pool and the mini-bar on your father's dime.

Your mother messaged you to come meet the family for the breakfast that would mark the true beginning and you were all too eager to have it done with. Your sister could take her brats elsewhere while you took your mimosa to the pool.

You were the last to arrive, your sunglasses pulled cooly over your eyes and a sunhat that made you feel like some old Hollywood actress, though your leopard print cover-up might have screamed Jersey Shore. You sat and ordered your first drink of the day and didn't miss the disapproving look from your father. Well, maybe you should try to butter him up before you got too wild.

"So dad," You smiled at him. "What I was saying at the airport..."

"I just don't know that it's for you, honey," He shrugged. "It's pretty cutthroat."

"Yeah, but you do it. Dad, come one, you used to be an accountant!" You argued. "I did that internship and I have experience."

"I'd hate for anyone to think--"

"Fred?" A voice interrupted your father and had you frowning beneath your wide-brimmed hat.

A dark haired man approached, tall and at least a decade and a half younger than your father. He smiled at you as he neared but focused on your father.

"So I see you took my recommendation," He slithered.

"Oh, yeah," Your dad shifted his chair. "It's a nice place. As always, you have good taste."

You glanced back at the rest of the table and your family tried not to stare at the stranger. You turned to him again and sighed at your father.

"Oh, my bad," He chuckled. "This," He looked back at the rest, "Is Loki. We work together." He turned back to the man. "This is the family. My wife, Talulah, my eldest, Riane, her children, Dana and Dora, her husband, Anthony, and my younger daughter." He introduced you last and you gave a wry wave.

"A wonderful family," He smirked. "I do hate to disturb you, just wanted to say hello."

"No problem. We'll have to grab a drink later," You dad rested his hand on the back of your chair. "Actually," He peeked over at you. "My daughter just got her business degree. We were talking about possible openings. No pressure or anything but maybe you could give her a few tips about getting a good job."

"I could offer a few pointers," He replied. "You know, Lorelai is leaving. She got an offer from Sterling so I will need a replacement."

"There ya go," Your dad announced. "Daddy's done his part."

You blanched, embarrassed, and smiled sheepishly at the man. He considered you a moment before tilting his head and refocusing on your father.

"I hope it wouldn't be remiss of me but we could discuss now," Loki ventured. "I was only just about to sit down and I would have her back shortly enough for your breakfast to arrive."

"You'd be doing me a favour," Your dad guffawed. "Take her. I have enough kids badgering me and this is supposed to be a break!"

Loki snicked and nodded. "Very well. Miss, if it isn't interrupting your own plans, shall we?"

"Sure," You said with fake glee as you stood. "Thanks," You grabbed your dad's shoulder and squeezed, "Daddy."

Loki waved you past to a table not very far and you sat across from him. He waved over the waiter and ordered a latte, you assured him you already had a drink waiting for you with your family.

"Do you mind working your way up?" He began. "I'm afraid the position is entry level but it does have room for upward movement."

"Of course, I would expect..." You took your hat off, feeling absolutely ridiculous. "I didn't expect to have like a private office. I'm a hard worker. I worked in a mailroom for a while and did some secretary work."

"Great," He said. "Unfortunately you would be little more than a glorified secretary at first but as I said, not forever."

"I could... send a copy of my resume. I'd hate to be thought of as using my dad to--"

"Not at all. Send it so we can file the paperwork but frankly, you're making it so much easier on me. I have interviews," He paused as the waiter set down his drink and thanked him. "Well, perhaps I shall see you around but I won't keep you from enjoying your vacation."

"Well, thanks," You stood slowly. "Enjoy your breakfast."

"I think I will," He smiled. "Though, we might just run into each other again. It's a rather exclusive resort."

;P

You were relieved to have something to look forward to on your return home. No more schlupping it in the bookstore, you would be on your way to something legitimate. Or you hoped, at least.

You spent your day lounging by the pool, the sun draining you as the alcohol seeped deep into your veins. It was the ideal day; lazy and careless. You didn't even dip your toe in the pool but there was always tomorrow.

Or tonight. You got back to your room, restless despite all the tequila. You were actually starting to sober up the longer you laid across the bed and stared at the ceiling.

So you got up and grabbed your room key and sandals and snuck down the hallways. The pool was closed so you kept on past it and ventured down the the beach where the dark waters crashed beneath the moonlight.

You giggled as you realised you only had on your tacky night gown with the pineapples printed all over it. You shrugged and tore it over your head as you slipped out of your sandals and dropped the card in the folds of the pajamas.

You ran into the waves as they flowed in and dove into the waters with the ebb. You swirled beneath the surface and came back up with a gasp. The water was brisk and revitalizing. You swayed with the quell and basked in the delicious coolness as your body adjusted to the temperature.

You dipped beneath the water again and as you bobbed back up, a figure came into sight along the shoreline. Naked and still slightly tipsy, you watched the man come into focus. You dove back under in an effort to hide and when you came back up, we was gone.

You looked around, searching for him along the beach. He might have just passed you by but he was no where to be seen. He couldn't have gone that quickly.

Then the surface broke beside you and you yiped as you turned to face the stranger. He smiled at you, his long nose and green eyes glowed in the moonlight. It was Loki and he was just as bare as you.

"Oh my god," You backed up and tripped on the silt. "What are you--"

"Seems like I wasn't the only one with a good idea," He cooed. "Don't worry, dear, can't see much..."

"Jesus," You crossed your arms over your chest and your teeth chattered. "You might think this is funny but--"

"I don't," He snickered. "In fact..." He got closer. "I think it's pretty hot."

"Wha- uh, look, I don't know what impression you got earlier--"

"Earlier? Oh no, but I like what I'm seeing now," He purred and caught you before you could get any further. His arm wrapped around you and he drew you close. You could feel his arousal against you. "Come on, this job could be a great opportunity and it does come with some amazing perks."

"Job?" You spat as you struggled against him. "I'm not-- I'll find something else. Let me go."

"Darling," He pushed his hand against your cunt and you squeezed your legs together. "Should I tell Daddy what you offered to do for this foot in the door, hmm? Your doting father wouldn't give you a job so you thought maybe you could coerce me."

"What do you-- No, you--"

"Shhhh," He forced his fingers between your legs and twirled you around. "We have all week to get you ready for your position..." He brushed his nose against yours, his lips tickled, "Oh, we can try many positions indeed."

#loki #dark!loki #drabble #request #mcu #marvel #dark loki #dark!loki x reader #dark loki x reader #loki x reader

[silveryfairy]

hey man if it's not too much trouble, could you give us a brief rundown of the Nocturnes? It's just, every morning I wake up and there's a new one, and I Care everyone in this establishment a lot though I don't really know them, thank you kindly have a nice day

let my preface this by saying: aayushi, i love you, and your enthusiasm and interest for the things i create never ceases to bring me joy. you are the kind of friend i think everyone should have and i say that completely genuinely outside of this bit.

i say that as an apology in advance for what i’m about to unleash upon you, because what you’re going to see is the product of my friend @himepapillon and i’s absolute BRAINROT and what comes of it when not only two people make an oc universe from scratch but what happens when we then have to explain that universe to other people

you are in no way required to retain this information as to be completely honest me and jeremie haven’t fully either and we’re the ones who MADE this shitshow. below is the shoddy family tree i lovingly crafted in ms paint

let us begin. 

for starters, i’ll specify some things:

1. not every oc on this chart is mine, as it’s a collaboration between me and jeremie - the koenig family and bishop family belong to faer but the rest is all me baby! for the sake of your soul i will only be going into my half of this Mess

2. the universe this takes place in is a pretty wacky and silly one, just, like, Slightly removed from reality. these characters are all completely batshit insane and do things that no human being probably should. it’s all portrayed critically, as the general concept of this whole thing is “the goings-on of a bunch of unhinged corrupt rich people”. we kind of flip flop on how seriously stuff is played but if i had to slap a genre on this it’d be, like, black comedy drama. i know a lot of these concepts sound kinda fucked to write but that’s just because i’m trying to describe them in a SOMEWHAT concise way without going into Super Introspective mode

the nocturnes are an incredibly influential and rich family in the uk that tends to produce very influential and rich people. they’re also all a little bit insane. the main characters of this Saga are the sons of desmond and xanthes, the family’s resident Power Couple and biggest figureheads. they suck ass but that will become apparent the second i talk about their children.

from oldest to youngest, the nocturne boys are:

ichor nocturne, 25 - the eldest, ichor was disowned from the household when he was 18 for unruly behavior, sent to live alone on a farm so he couldn’t tarnish his family’s image any further. since then, you’d think the isolation has driven him a bit mad - he’s a very prolific cotton farmer and has been doing astonishingly well for himself, running his farm on his own with only his parents’ inheritance as help. ...that, and, of course, the blood of the people he executes to keep his crops growing - or so he believes. he moonlights as an executioner in the small town over, exterminating the ‘pests’ of the city. despite his newfound violence, he still routinely checks in on his siblings, finding ways to mysteriously end up at their door to pay visits. the older brother instinct still hasn’t left

icarus nocturne, 23 - the second eldest (only by technicality, as he is a twin), icarus is the family’s golden child! but not in terms of business or anything, oh no - icarus is a famous heartthrob teen (sorta) musician! he’s been in the limelight since he was a little boy, being an actor as a small child and getting into music as he grew. his general Look(tm), accompanied by infectiously happy rave music, is a trademark cutesy mask over his face with oversized clothing - meant to express as much energy as possible as he bounces about the stage. in reality, he lives a life as forced and controlled as possible by virtue of... living the fucked up life of a child star. but his parents have someone to take the fall - so, what of his twin?

achilles nocturne, 23 - icarus’ younger twin, which wouldn’t mean much... in any family but this one. achilles has had it drilled into his head since the beginning that he was a mistake next to icarus, to the point where legally, he does not exist. following icarus beginning his career, achilles was unpersoned completely - living in the family’s basement with the height of his education being for a very specific purpose... needing to be icarus’ body double on tours and for paparazzi - after all, they can’t have icarus’ purity tainted by all those clamboring fans! it’s a godawful situation. on the bright side, though, achilles has found a hobby where he can be himself: twitch streaming! yes really. under the name of 1upanonymous, hidden under a mask just like his brother, achilles at least has a fanbase that can love him for who he is! ...uh, kind of.

tomasine “tommy” nocturne, 16 - the youngest of the bunch, and it says a lot about his siblings’ capabilities that he’s the technical heir to the nocturnes’ various businesses and fortune. tommy is just a feral 16 year old that doesn’t give two shits about any fame or fortune, he just wants to party and drink and have fun like any other kid his age! he’s rebellious, loud, and charmingly annoying (to his brothers anyway), and has no real care for the gravity of his family’s situations beyond finding it annoying that they want him to be all PRIM and PROPER and BUSINESSY EEWWWWW. he’s just a funny loud little child trying to live his best life. loves his brothers fiercely

already a mess of people. and really, all you need to know about or really keep in mind are those four: the upcoming characters are largely just side ones we came up with because we thought it’d be funny to flesh out this fucked up family more. so let’s get into the anatra branch of the family - headed by jael nocturne, xanthes’ brother and the siblings’ uncle

jael anatra-nocturne, who i am not giving an age for my own sanity trying to decipher this fucking timeline - a crude and playful uncle, jael is someone the nocturne boys either love (icarus, tommy) or hate (achilles, ichor). constantly joking, as he expresses affection with loving insults - kind of a money-driven asshole, but a lovable one - he’s a career politician and met his current husband, joaquin, on the job. or, well... no longer current, because jael’s funny life of debauchery, toxic masculinity, and making fun of his nephews, came to an abrupt end when he was assassinated on live television. yipes!

joaquin anatra-nocturne, who also does not get an age - jael’s former secretary and current widow, joaquin is the local wine uncle. im not sure if that’s a classification but it is now, because he is one. an unapologetic gold-digger, he (publicly) took jael’s death frighteningly well, and is now living his best life with a revolving door of new boyfriends. his relationship with jael was a genuine and very loving one, and joaquin IS devastated by his death, but both of them just found the bit of pretending to be this loveless gold digger/politician couple very funny, and being as suspicious as possible around his husband’s death is exactly what jael would have wanted joaquin to do

taddeo anatra-nocturne, 14 - the youngest child of these two, a shy little boy with big Child In A Horror Movie energies. makes potions in the backyard and probably decorates his clothes with animal bones n stuff when he’s older. despite this he’s pretty harmless, nice and fiercely loyal - tommy especially thinks he’s fun and likes to hang out with him at family gatherings - just so long as you look past the creepy dolls he likes to talk to and fires he likes to set. especially close with jael and wants to be a miniature version of him, buuut still being a shy tween taddeo hasn’t been able to act on that much.

dailon anatra-nocturne, 20 - the adopted second child of jael and joaquin, dailon is a moody and unstable delinquent that was snatched up by them just as he was about to age out of foster care. while he has a chill ‘cool-older-even-though-he’s-younger-cousin’ demeanor, the tension when he’s around his parents - jael specifically - can be cut with a knife. dailon hates his dad: ‘someone who expresses affection with insults and jokes and likes seeing people pissed at him’ and ‘someone who’s volatile, short-tempered, and sullen after living in a foster home most his life’ are just as bad of a combination as you’d expect. dailon gets himself into a lot of trouble, and is an overall very self-centered prick, but we’ll get more on that in a bit.

HELL FAMILY...2!!! that’s the last of the families to cover, buuuut there are still some other names on that list - mostly connected to dailon. this is REAL “just going on in the background” shit that you also do not need to know whatsoever (except for mitzi she’s pretty important she’s just down here for organization purposes) - i just like to play god and make characters get into drama.

[tw: cheating, unhealthy relationships, stalking]

mitzi “moon” altberg, 23 - achilles must feel very far away by now, but we’re back to him for a second! mitzi is his ex-girlfriend he met online, a fan-to-employee-to-lover and one of the maybe two people outside of the family achilles has shown his real face to. however, achilles growing up deeply unstable - between his parents’ abuse, having spotlights on him and adoring fans both as icarus’ body double and as a streamer, and in general not really growing up to be any kind of well developed human being - made this relationship a complete disaster. he grew obsessive and controlling - and when she tried to ignore him, he broke his one rule (to never go outside without permission) to find the hotel she was staying at in real life and show up to confront her. the incident was completely covered up, both by the nocturnes and with their connections, and so mitzi was forced to stay silent. this entire thing is based on this song! as time heals wounds, though, mitzi will end up doing pretty well for herself and putting achilles behind her - even getting a new boyfriend, jared!

reynard fiala, 20 - dailon’s (ex-)boyfriend, who he’s enraveled in his own weird soap opera subplot with. reynard is a relatively chill person, with an interest in art and taxidermy - just as morbid as dailon’s brother, but in a more. Normal way. genuinely a sweetheart who does not deserve what happens to them: getting cheated on with dailon’s best friend. yipes^2! while it's earth shattering in the moment, all reynard will really want to do come some time to process is to move on and for him and dailon both to heal in peace... far away from eachother (which is easier said than done since taddeo thinks reynard is super cool and loves having him over, the awkwardness between them and his brother be damned)

jared summers, 21 - the most normal person here. a longterm best friend of dailon’s, and yes, the very same one i just mentioned. he’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer - what we in the industry would call a himbo if his dumbassery didn’t cause very real damage - who had been pining for dailon for years and him dating was no deterrent, and dailon, thinking the world revolves around him as he tends to do, accepted jared’s confession so they just kinda started dating on the side. jared has the moral backbone of a pool noodle, and even after it causes dailon’s relationship with reynard to fall apart, will need a wholeass intervention to be staged to make them both realize just how shitty they’re being. after that, though, jared will end that mess and be on his way to becoming a better person himself - with the help of a sweet girl he’s met online.

jared and mitzi dating in the future is the most contrived thing on the planet but just hear me out that it’ll be HILARIOUS for achilles to check in on his ex-girlfriend and find she’s dating his cousin’s best friend, who said cousin was apparently dating on the side. very small world, it is. 

anyway, thank you if you’ve somehow stuck around to read this entire thing - this isn’t even getting into jeremie’s half of this whole ordeal, which includes some of these fellas’ friends and partners, as well as more crazy rich people nonsense. it’s been very fun to think about and i do love it all dearly, even if putting it all together it’s SUCH a mess.

we don’t intend to make anything Legit out of this, it’s honestly just a fun way to pass the time. it’s the adult equivalent of playing dollhouse. in our minds this is like a 20 season soap opera but actually explaining it to other people it’s just like this

but thank you again for letting me babble i hope it was somewhat entertaining! and again, godspeed if you managed to read this much XD

#nocturnes #ichor nocturne #icarus nocturne #achilles nocturne #tommy nocturne #jael anatra nocturne #joaquin anatra nocturne #taddeo anatra nocturne #dailon anatra nocturne #mitzi moon #jared summers #reynard fiala

[taejeonie]

[n’-136] dream cam + live

taehee was playing a game on her phone when the cameras started rolling

so when mark put the seatbelt on the drinks behind them, saying “let’s give it a safe ride,” she laughed and pressed the wrong button

she screamed and lost

“we’ll be meeting with the singers who got first place....”

taehee nodded as she listened to mark talk

she looks kinda sleepy ngl

she has her glasses on bc she was too lazy to put in contacts

baby should get some rest !!!

“i got the things i like. twisted bread stick,,”

“hotdog”

“sugar-coated bread stick”

“hotdog”

she kept saying hotdog in a sleepy yet cute way taehee stans found it ENDEARING

taehee let mark do all the talking and covered her eyes with her cap

off to sleepy land

cut to gong cha,,taehee knew what the boys like so she pointed them out while leaning on the counter

“ah no jisung likes this...yeah”

“get this one for jeno”

they split the check lmao

so now the drinks are at the front and markhee are in the back

gotta take care of those drinks amarite

so mark talked for a bit before asking what taehee’s favorite song from ‘reload’ was

“what’s your favorite song from their album?”

she looked at him for a moment then she sang renjun’s adlib in ‘quiet down’

mark was like: ????

“THAT WAS IN QUIET DOWN! RENJUN DID THAT”

“OHHHH right right”

“i like quiet down the most. their voices sound cool there :))”

“the track video was great too!! ahh now that i think about it, i like ‘love again’ also”

when she and mark were heading to the dreamies’ waiting room, taehee bounced in her steps, “why am i nervous?”

“why are you nervous?”

“guys, mark hyung and taehee noona came”

“mArK-sSi hELLo! tAeHEe-SsI hEllO!”

“why are you talking like that?”

“you never spoke formally in the past six years,” mark added

“ah noona!!! what’s this (^｡^)”

“jisung’s favorite (⌒▽⌒)”

jisung is taehee’s baby period

when they were watching their performance taehee was so amazed

“wahh the set looks so cool”

“wow you guys did a great job!! (*^_^*)”

video cuts to them sitting on the couch

chenle on mark’s lap while jisung was on taehee’s

the kid’s taller than her how is he not heavy

anyways

“this is dream,,CAM!!”

“today we have mark-ssi and taehee-ssi!!”

clap clap clap clap

“mark-ssi, how are you feeling today?”

while mark answers hyuck, jisung gets taehee’s glasses and wears them

then you know how people bounce babies on their laps??

yeah taehee is doung that to jisung bc may i repeat jisung is taehee’s baby.

“taehee-ssi who do you think is the best this season?”

“okay listen to me. i’m gonna go in detail”

“in the music video, jaeminie was the one that stood out the most to me. his blue hair suits him”

“ah!! noona was the one who taught me this,,”

he did the gesture he did in the mv when he sang ‘talk talk 어떤 말도 talk talk 이 순간 속’

and the boys were like :00

then jaemin high fived taehee when he sat down

“and then in the album, it was jeno..”

“ohhhh”

“he looked charismatic,,,especially the cross on his face that looked nice”

“for haechanie, the bucket hat in the album looked so good on you,” it was a bit of sarcasm but hyuck didn’t notice since he was fiddling with the end of his shirt

“when i wore the bucket hat?”

“when you wore the bucket hat,,,”

“it didn’t look good on me”

“it didn’t but-“

“HAHAHAHAHA”

“it didn’t but you still looked handsome,” taehee winked at him

“ah thank you (o^^o)”

“for renjun, it was the uhh,,what do you call that? AH The piercing!!! it looked great on you :))”

“ahh”

“the side of your face kept showing on the mv so it was great”

“for chenle- FOR CHENLE IT WAS HIS BLACK HAIR!!! i really like your black hair!!”

“me too :>>”

“you look more like,,mature now. i think it’s bc i’ve seen you in brighter colors but it’s good”

“for jisungieee”

“hmm i’m expecting a compliment”

taehee hugged him tighter and put her chin on his shoulder

“of course!! you looked so cool in the music video,,”

“ahh (＾ω＾)”

“your gestures!! you were great with that!!”

“ahh (≧∀≦)”

“when you did the like stomping thingy- ahh you were so cool!!”

“AHH THAT’S RIGHT,” mark said

“you looked very powerful in the music video”

“ahhh i really am noona’s favorite (*´꒳`*)”

“that’s correct!! (＾∇＾)”

“when you were doing this part on your own, your hair went flying. i almost hit the screen!!!”

when mark said that jaemin offered taehee a bite of his food, “is it good?”

“mHmM!! :DD”

“honestly, everyone was great,” mark finished

“what was the most memorable dance?”

“ah it was this one right?” then mark stood up and demonstrated the choreo

“you should have a name for it” taehee suggested

“mountain climbing?”

“I WAS THINKING ABOUT THAT TOO :00”

taehyuck soulmates

“mountain climbing~ ♪( ´▽｀)”

“what, ahh”

“then you name it then”

meanwhile taehee: >:((

but she also said she memorized the chorus while watching it so they made her dance it

then they all clapped in the end

“ahh as expected!!”

“wah i always get goosebumps whenever noona does this”

during the times taehee wasn’t talking she was either listening to them talk or resting her head on jisung’s shoulder

taehee is also babie!!

“we watched the music video with 127 an hour before it was released. you all looked really handsome in it”

“that’s right”

“jungwoo hyung said he’s increasing the number of views”

“why didn’t he text me D:”

“I TEXTED YOU!! you only replied with ‘ah that’s good’ but then you complain when oppa doesn’t text you pfft”

“HAHAHAHA HAECHANIEEE”

“ahh sorry noona” hyuck cooed at her

“apology accepted”

“also, we got first place in the music charts,,”

“AH MARK WE’RE WITH SINGERS WHO GOT FIRST PLACE!! (≧∇≦)”

“AHH RIGHT WE’RE WITH SINGERS WHO GOT FIRST PLACE AHH”

“thank you so much, everyone!!”

“i called you at 1 o’clock!!”

“haechan was still sleeping”

“i slept at 10:30 and woke up at 10:00-“

“you slept for twelve hours?”

“and there were so many missed calls,,taehee noona called, i saw.”

okay cut to when jeno asked them if they still remembered ‘we go up’

taehee already stood up while mark was still hesitant

“of course i still remember it-“

“ahh mark’s hesitatingg”

“no, it’s not like that-“

“mark hyung you have to do it”

“right now?”

“5, 6, 7, 8,,we go up!”

mark stopped while taehee went further a little for a bit

taehee looked disappointed like |(￣3￣)|

she complained with the members too

“WAHH MARK HYUNG”

so when they did it the second time they got it right YAYY

taehee hit him on the back gently for not remembering the dance the first time

they were ending dream cam already so taehee took her glasses from jisung awww ;((

“yo dream!!”

“쩔어주자 화이팅!”

“YO DREAM!!”

“쩔어주자 화이팅!!!”

“ah it really has been a long time”

“that’s right”

markhee simpin

“that was all!!! BYEEE!!”

“BYE BYE!!”

okay so dream live!!!

mark was the one who was hiding among the boys

“someone should hide behind us” “not it” “ahh why does it always have to be me” “hihi (^-^)”

taehee was on the couch, laughing at mark

“ahh poor mark”

when mark came out he got embarrassed and made taehee smile

chenle was glancing at her from time to time so when it was like the 1023rd time she said: it’s go time

she got her cap that was lying on one of the dressers behind them and adjusts it while facing the camera

then renjun fixed the camera while trying to hold his smile

the dreamies were so happy while doing this i’m glad we’re getting all of them back together again :,))

when taehee went off-cam, she and mark were smiling at each other

“taehee noona? why are you looking for taehee noona?”

“awhile ago it was mark hyung and now noona? i already told you guys, if they were here we would’ve done this with them but they’re not!! tHey’Re ReALLy nOT hAHa”

“haechan-ssi, don’t we need to wipe the camera lense or something? i heard something keeps appearing”

“something keeps passing by”

“aH wHat ArE yOu gUyS tAlKiNg AbOuT?”

“you’re scaring me, guys haha ...”

markhee was laughing on silent the whole time

some of the dreamies kept glancing at them and then had a really big smile on their faces

aww (*´ω`*)

“so we’ll chant ‘yo dream’ to end this live, okay?”

“yo dream!”

“쩔어주자 화이팅!”

“YO DREAM!!”

“쩔어주자 화이팅!!!”

“OKAY BYE!!!”

then taehee and mark appeared on each side of the camera causing the dreamies to laugh

they all laughed tHEY’RE SO CUTE

this moment melted the hearts of all the dreamzens <//3

“okay, bYEEE!!!”

when they ended it already, mark was still embarrassed while taehee was dancing YIPEE

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[n8thegr8]

My Avengers Academy Chapter 3: Parasites

“Peter, honey, you’re not eating your ice cream.”

Peter looked at the delicious treat that was laid out in front of him. He glanced at his Auntie May, who had a face scorned with concern and sorrow.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Auntie.” Peter then slowly started to pick at his treat. It was a gloomy summer day. It was overcast and the man on the tv said it was going to rain that day. He was in an ice cream parlor. It had a certain classic feel to it. Sitting across the booth was his auntie and uncle, which both looked so sad. Peter had his head hung low, but it was up enough for him to bring the spoon to his mouth.

“Hey, kiddo, why don’t we watch Aladdin when we get back home, huh?” Uncle Ben said in an attempt to liven up the mood.

Peter began to play with his treat. “No, it’s okay.” His spoon kept moving the ice cream in circles. An endless loop until he decided to put a stop to it. He’d just been to the doctor. It was his yearly check-up. It was supposed to be a good day. His fifth birthday was only two days ago, and that was a good day. Today was supposed to be a good day. However, something ruined it. Droplets of salty tears started to form in Peter’s eyes. Why was he like this? Was he cursed? Why did it seem like the universe was out to get him? Did he do something wrong? His vision began to blur from the heavy flow of tears and his nose clogged up with mucus.

“Auntie May? Uncle Ben?” he choked. He slowly lifted his head, he couldn’t bear the shame he felt within him. He tried to look them in the eyes but he couldn’t, he just couldn’t. “Why am I quirkless?” he sobbed. “Why am I quirk-“

“-less?” Peter felt a rush of adrenaline shoot through his body and he quickly sat up from his lying position. He found himself in an unfamiliar location. Everything was sterile and white. The bed he was lying in felt rough, but still gave some sense of comfort. His head was throbbing in pain. He put his hand on his forehead. “Am... am I dead?” he muttered.

“If you were, then I’ve been doing a crappy job.”

The voice startled Peter out of his daze. He looked to his left to see a woman he’d never seen before. She was dressed in a white long coat, glasses, and a little badge that read: “Claire Temple, Doctor”. She was writing on her clipboard. “Mornin’ sleepyhead.”

“Umm…”

The doctor looked up from her clipboard. “What?”

“Wh-who are you?” Peter blinked.

“Claire Temple, resident Doctor at the Avengers Academy Hospital Ward,” she stated matter-of-factly.

What, I’m in the hospital?!

“You went into a syncopal episode, fell and hit your head on the ground, no bleeding though, so that’s great. We took a blood test and everything seems norm-“

“Woah woah woah, back up.” Peter waved his hands. “I fainted?!”

The doctor cocked an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you know what syncope means,” she commented, “But yes, you fainted. Specifically from a spider bite.” She gestured to Peter’s right hand. 

Peter gasped as he looked at the back of his right hand. There were two small teeth marks and a giant bump. He almost fainted again.

“I… I’m not…”

“No, miraculously there wasn’t any poison delivered. Your blood came back perfectly normal.”

Oh, thank God… Peter sighed and hung his head. His memory was still covered in a deep dark fog. He held his head and shook it. “Doctor Temple-“

“Just call me Claire.”

Peter was taken aback by this statement. Isn’t the stereotype that doctors want to be called ‘doctor’?

“... Claire. What happened when I was unconscious?”

Claire’s gaze returned to her clipboard. “Your friend screamed for help and got the attention of Dr. Banner. He picked you up and rushed you up here.”

Peter jumped up onto his knees, a sudden burst of energy rushed through him. “I was held by the Hulk?!”

Claire backed up a bit, surprised by the sudden outburst. She readjusted her glasses and gave a light laugh. “You’re quite the hero fanboy aren’t you?”

As it is guaranteed that the sun will rise in the east, Peter’s face turned crimson with embarrassment. “I uh, wanna be one.” He scratched the back of his head.

“So do a lot of kids, but since you're quirkless, it adds more desperation, doesn’t it?”

Peter was taken by surprise by this. She read him so easily. Did she have a quirk? Was her quirk about knowing what a person is like just by looking at them? “That’s so cool! Can I write this down? That’s such a neat concept for a quirk. You could know exactly what’s wrong with a patient and act accordingly! I need to write this do-“

“Oh, by the way, your uncle’s on the way to pick you up.”

Claire’s words were a giant hammer to Peter’s wall of muttering. 

“Also, I don’t have a quirk,” she added.

Peter started to sweat bullets. His heart started to pound like a jackhammer, and his body started to shake faster than Pietro when he tried to convince him that he could phase through solid objects. “Uncle Ben’s coming here?! B-but he’s supposed to be at work!” he sputtered. “J-just let me go home! He doesn’t have to pick me up…”

Claire sighed and rubbed her temples. “Yes, yes he does. Under federal law, a minor, you, cannot be discharged from the hospital, here,” she said as she circled her arm around the room while pointing. “Unless a parent or guardian, your uncle, signs a legally binding paper that states that you have been discharged from said hospital.”

Peter shook his head in desperation. “No no no no you don’t understand. Uncle Ben works a nine-to-five job, it’s really strict over there and even though Uncle Ben’s a veteran, they barely let anybody just drop their shifts even for family and and and-”

Suddenly Peter heard a vibration coming from a corner of the room, where the cabinet for patient belongings was stored. He then got out of his bed. His legs wobbled beneath him. It had been a while since he walked.

“Oh, you can walk, that’s good,” Claire added while writing on her clipboard.

Peter opened up the cabinet and saw all of his clothes folded neatly, and his phone and glasses laid on top of the pile. He snatched them both and turned the phone on immediately.

“I can see your ass, by the way, hospital gowns do a crappy job of covering stuff.”

Peter let out a small, “Yipe!” and covered his full moon. “Y-you coulda told me that earlier!”

“Yeah, I could’ve.”

Peter grunted. So that’s why it felt airy in here. Peter walked back to his cot; this is when Peter finally noticed the heavy bags under Claire’s eyes. She must not get a lot of sleep. He hopped into his cot, making sure that he stayed modest as he did, and turned on his screen. He saw a variety of messages:

Wanda Maximoff :P (2:35 PM, 32 messages): Please please message me, I really hope you’re alright.

Pietro Maximoff (2:36 PM): Sis is kind of a stalker amirite?? Message us when you wake up big guy, worried for ya.

Uncle Ben (2:40 PM): Hey son, I’m 5 minutes away, okay? Stay tight, I love you.

After Peter read the message from his Uncle, he wanted to scream out to the heavens. Uncle Ben needed to work; make money so that he can support the family. This can’t happen, it just can’t. He felt breath on his shoulder. He turned his head to his right to see that Claire’s chin was resting on his shoulder, sneaking looks at his phone. He then jerked his phone away and sat on it. “Hey, no peeking!”

Claire pushed herself from the cot and the rolling chair carried her a bit of a way away from the cot. “Your girlfriend’s pretty clingy, you should watch your back.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “She’s not my girlfriend,” he snapped. “She’s just my friend.”

A sly grin climbed itself onto Claire’s features. “Uh-huh, sure.”

Eventually Uncle Ben arrived at the hospital ward and Peter was discharged, free to go home. Uncle Ben and Peter had to book it to the car since he put only enough money in the parking meter for twenty minutes. Once in the car, Peter stood silent. A mix of emotions swirled within him like a ravaging hurricane. He was sad, frustrated, angry, and depressed all at once. He didn’t want to talk to Uncle Ben. Peter basically demanded him to drop him off at the subway station so he could get back to work as soon as possible.

Uncle Ben took a look at his nephew. Peter sat on an angle where his whole body was facing away from him. His head was tilted and rested on the window. It despaired him so much to see Peter in such a bad mood. He thought back to when Peter was born. He was so excited for his brother, Richard, and his sister-in-law, Mary. They’d been trying for years to have a child, and when Peter was born, he saw this spark in their eyes. He knew Peter was something special, a boy that could lighten up any room he’s in just by talking about what he loves. Uncle Ben kept his eyes on the road, but he couldn’t help but attempt to get Peter in a better mood.

“Hey, Pete, when I get home tonight, why don’t we watch It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World? I’ll have May make us some chocolate shakes and you can invite Pietro and Wanda over. We can make a whole thing out of it!”

Peter sighed. “No, it’s okay.”

Uncle Ben eyed Peter. He knew something was up. “Son, are you okay? What’s bothering you? Is it the camera? May and I can get you a new one.”

Peter always hated it when he called him “son”. It meant that he was worried about him, and he was trying to connect with him. Even though Uncle Ben couldn’t possibly understand what Peter was feeling. However, he knew he couldn’t hide things from him for long. He always finds out one way or another.

“N-no! Don’t get me a new one, please. It’s just that I… I didn’t want to pull you away from work. The hospital should’ve let me go home,” Peter said in a low sad voice.

“Peter,” Uncle Ben sighed, “You know that I’d do anything for you, right?”

Peter bumped his head against the window. “I told you to stop that,” Uncle Ben scolded.

“Sorry,” Peter mumbled, “I just… I just don’t like taking you away from your responsibilities, I guess.”

“Responsibilities? Peter... my responsibility is you. Providing for you. Raising you. Teaching you. Taking care of you.”

Peter shook his head. “But I pulled you away from work. Don’t you have a responsibility there too? One that’s a lot more important than me...” Peter trailed off. 

Uncle Ben suddenly pulled over to an open space on the side of the road and put the car in park. He drew in a hefty sigh and turned to look at Peter.

“Peter, look at me,” Uncle Ben said. Peter turned his head to see Uncle Ben looking at him dead in the eye. He knew what this meant. He was going to get a speech. 

“Peter, you are my greatest responsibility okay? When May and I took you in, I knew what that meant. I knew that I had to be the best parent, guardian, whatever there is for you. I had to be. I had to do it for Richard and Mary, but most importantly I had to do it for you. Yeah, I have to go to work and yes, doing well at work, going to work, etc. is my responsibility. But you are my greatest responsibility. Making sure that you grow up into a fine young man. Picking you up from crazy situations like these. Protecting you. Also, supporting whatever you want to be. You still wanna be a hero?”

“Yeah...” Peter blushed in embarrassment.

Uncle Ben let out a small chuckle. “That’s a big responsibility to take on, Peter, but I know you can pull it off. You’re a smart kid. With enough gusto, you can do anything. Now, don’t say you’re not important ever again, okay? You’re already my hero, alright?” 

“O-okay Uncle Ben,” Peter stammered, “I love you.”

Uncle Ben smiled and patted Peter on the shoulder. “I love you too. Now let’s get you to the train station okay?”

Uncle Ben then put the car into drive and looked over to his blind spot to see if any cars were coming. Peter went back and laid his head on the window. He could hear the mumblings of his Uncle as there were no decent spots to pull out into the street. He laughed silently at the nonsensical words that were spoken from his Uncle’s mouth. 

“Jeez, finally,” stated Uncle Ben.

Peter then felt the car start to move. Then out of nowhere, a horrible migraine hit Peter like a truck. Time slowed down as he felt this excruciatingly weird tingly feeling running through his head and his body. He felt extreme paranoia and a sense of immediate danger. 

Look out.

“Uncle Ben!”

“What’s wrong?!” Uncle Ben exclaimed, whipping his head around to face Peter.

Without warning, a speeding pick-up truck came rushing past the car, honking its horn as it passed.

“Woah!” exclaimed Uncle Ben, turning his head back towards the road. “I... I didn’t even see him,” Uncle Ben muttered, “Saved us another doctor’s visit. Good eye, kid.” He gave a hearty laugh.

Peter let out a nervous chuckle, “Y-yeah, r-right...” Peter was sitting stiff as a board at this point. That’s the thing though; Peter never saw the truck coming. He just felt this overwhelming feeling of danger and decided to act on it. What the hell was that? was his thought as Uncle Ben finally pulled onto the street and started to drive again. 

The rest of the car ride was blanketed in a kind silence. The talk had been made, love had been reaffirmed, but Peter was struggling inside yet again. If something seemed off, he couldn’t just let it go. Uncle Ben had this trait too. “The Parker Paranoia” he called it. That migraine wasn’t normal. It felt like I was having an aura. 

Uncle Ben dropped Peter off at the train station. When he boarded his train, he pulled out his phone. He wanted to research the phenomena that he had just experienced. Quickly he realized that he never texted Pietro and Wanda and that there were 30 new messages from her. 

“Oh, shit.”

Peter was bummed to find out that his regular stop, the Queens Station, was closed due to the earlier Villain attack by the Sandman. 

Pretty basic name, if I gotta be honest. 

So he had to get off one stop early and huff it the rest on foot.

It took fourteen minutes of apologizing to Wanda, but eventually, he got through to her. Nobody found out about the fight between Flash and Pietro. Peter internally groaned since he could already imagine the amount of bragging from Pietro about how he was totally going to win that fight. Peter shot a text to Wanda saying that he’d gotten off of the train and that he’d see her when he’d get home. As Peter was walking down the sidewalk, he spotted a beautiful lone flower in the middle of a desecrated lot. Police tape withheld entrance to the lot, thick sheets of glass covered the perimeter, and there were two signs: one had the radiation symbol, and the other read “Area Quarantined by Damage Control.” 

This is where the Radioactive Man was arrested last week, he thought.

Villain attacks have become a common occurrence in society ever since the Quirk Boom in the 1960s. It wouldn’t be too unusual for an entire block to be destroyed. There were government programs and agencies such as Damage Control that helped get common people and communities back onto their feet.

Peter reached into his backpack to grab his camera, only to remember the fate of his most sentimental possession. He hung his head in sadness once again and he continued on his way. He didn’t even want to take a picture with his phone. He just didn’t want to do anything at the moment. He was tired, his head ached, his legs felt wobbly, and he just wanted to go home.

As Peter continued walking, his mind flashbacked to that horrible day. The day he found out he was quirkless. He recalled the doctor’s harsh words to him, the tightness in his chest, the pain in his throat from crying so much; he recalled everything. Today was the anniversary. He wanted to wipe away the horrible memory by making new ones at Avengers Academy. However, as his luck would have it, today might just have been the worst day of his life. 

He came across a small tunnel. He stopped and sighed. He lost all of the pictures he took today; the SD card either was smashed or was lost. Why? Why me? Peter has asked this question many times but has never gotten an answer. He just felt like he was the unluckiest boy alive. Tears started to well up in his eyes as they usually did. Peter was always taught that crying was a healthy thing, but other times Aunt May felt like it was a mistake to tell him that. Peter cried so much that Pietro sometimes joked that crying was Peter’s secret quirk. Usually, when he’d say that, he’d trip and fall on his face courtesy of Wanda’s Hex. 

His chest started to tighten as the intense emotion of sadness filled him like water pouring into a cup. His vision blurred with tears. Then, he put his back against the wall of the entrance to the tunnel, knelt, hugged his knees to his chest, hid his face, and cried. I’m so useless. Memories of Flash’s name-calling ran through his mind. Every day he suffered. Whether it was Flash, life, or even himself, Peter’s days were filled with sadness and depression. Sure, there were days where his family and friends would cheer him up, but that could only do so much, and it was all because of his body. His blood. His DNA. It was all because of him. Because of himself, he could never be who he wanted to be. He could never become a hero. He couldn’t fly, he couldn’t punch through walls, shoot lightning from his fingertips, nothing. All he could do was what everyone else could already do, and that made him feel absolutely horrible.

His breath became irregular and he started to hit himself on the head. “I’m so stupid.” He hit the wall behind him, and pain stung his balled-up fist. “Nothing ever goes right.” He pulled his hair. “I’m a damn failure.” He started to scratch his wrists. “Nobody loves me.” He flung his head and bumped the wall behind him. “I want to die!” he screamed. His head then started to throb with pain, and he kept muttering, “I’m so worthless,” over and over again. He cried harder and small sobs and whines escaped his mouth. Even though nobody was around, he didn’t want his pain to be noticeable. Nobody should know that he’s hurting, not his family, not his friends, not his teachers, not his therapist, not God, not anybody. His head started to hurt more and more. His arm hair stood straight up. 

Why can’t I be normal? Why can’t I have a quirk? Why was I born wrong? Why am I curs-

“Excuse me.”

Peter jolted back to his feet when he heard the voice coming deeper from the tunnel. Peter’s eyesight was still blurry from the crying, but he could see the vague figure of a man standing a few meters from him.

“O-oh,” Peter stammered, “I’m sorry about that.” Peter’s head started to hurt even more now, and his legs started to wobble beneath him. What the hell?

“No, child, it’s okay.” The stranger's voice sounded odd to Peter as if it was a corrupted sound file on a computer. “I was just trying to find my way home. Do you know where I am?”

Peter kept wiping his eyes. “Yeah, actually, you’re in Queens.” A chill ran up and down Peter’s spine. 

What’s happening? 

The stranger let out a small laugh. “Good, good, and what time is it?”

Peter looked down at his phone. “It’s 3:23 PM, sir.” A small voice yelled in Peter’s head. RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN.

“How excellent!” the stranger exclaimed, “Everyone’s still at work now, yes?” 

Peter still couldn’t see the stranger. His eyes were no longer blurry, but he was still shrouded in the darkness of the tunnel. A foul stench caught the attention of Peter’s nose. “Jeez!” He then held his nose. “Um, yeah they still should be.” 

RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN, the voice kept screaming. His eyes widened as he remembered this feeling. This feeling of paranoia. Of imminent danger. The feeling that he was going to die. Peter took a step back and lengthened the distance between him and the stranger. “Well, sir, I hope you find your way home. Have a good day.” 

He turned around and started to walk. RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER. His leg was snagged by something mid-step and Peter fell to the ground. “What the..?” He looked to his leg and his heart jumped into his throat when he saw it being held by a red tendril. “Oh no.” Peter’s gaze followed the tendril back to the tunnel, and, more horrifyingly, back to the stranger.

The stranger began to speak once more. “Oh, don’t go! We haven’t even learned each other’s names yet!” The voice transformed into something much more demonic with each passing word.

Peter felt himself slowly starting to slide across the old tough concrete ground towards the stranger. RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RU-

“I’ll start!” The stranger’s face became much clearer, however, one would be mistaken if you could even call it a face. It had no eyes, but it had giant white angular white splotches where eyes should be. It did have a mouth. It looked familiar to Peter, and that made him realize who currently had him in its grasp. It was jagged, and the teeth were long and black. It was a symbiote’s mouth. RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN.

“My name is Carnage, and we’re going to be best friends!” The creature cackled a hellish laugh. Peter grasped at the ground around him to try to get away, but it was in vain. More tendrils came from Carnage, wrapped around his throat, arms, and remaining leg, and pulled him into the darkness of the tunnel.

Peter’s screams for help were cut off from another tendril wrapping itself around Peter’s mouth. Carnage put its long finger up to its mouth and gave a chilling hush. “We can’t have you ruining our playdate, human. You gotta help me, best friend.” Peter was brought closer to the monster and his entire body violently shook. Everything in his body told him to run, to get out of there, but he couldn’t break free. “You see, I’m playing Cops and Robbers with another friend! I’m the robber and I need to hide. Best friend, I need to hide in your body.”

No no no no no no no, this can’t be happening.

“I’m also…” Carnage’s tongue escaped its mouth and traced Peter’s face. Its saliva felt hot and slightly stung Peter’s skin. Peter tried to let out a scream, a cry for help, anything, but he couldn't. “Extremely hungry. My friend started to play with me in the middle of my dinner,” the red demon cackled, “And you, best friend, are the perfect replacement for my dinner.” 

A giant tendril shot out of Carnage’s body, forced its way into Peter’s mouth, and slithered its way into his body. Peter’s whole body was on fire, he was in so much pain, and his head wouldn’t stop hurting. 

Am I dying? Is this it?

“Thank you, best friend. You’re a real hero.”

Peter’s life flashed before his eyes, his first memory, his birthdays, meeting Flash and Wanda, watching movies with Uncle Ben and Aunt May, the day he found out he was quirkless, the day that Flash beat him up for the first time, his Aunt and Uncle hugging him and crying because of something he said, every memory started to get sadder and sadder. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t want to die. Not like this. I need to be a hero. Peter looked at his hero notebook which laid upon the ground. It was opened at Iron Man’s page. 

Someone! Please! Save me!

Peter’s vision started to fade. There was no light to go to; there was only the encroaching darkness that consumed everything. During what he thought were his final moments, he heard a loud clanging noise to his right. He heard someone say, “Man, I’m sure glad this suit has filters.” 

He heard another voice screech in terror and say, “No! Not you! Let me have my din-!” Peter felt intense vibrations surround him, and then everything went dark.

Peter’s eyes shot wide open. He looked at his surroundings and realized he was no longer in the tunnel, but he was at the park. He saw Flash standing over a boy he didn’t know, and he was on the ground clutching his stomach. Peter noticed how the boy was in pain and rushed to his side. Peter turned to Flash. He noticed that he had a distinct smile on his face.

Peter called out to him. “Flash, what happened to him?”

Flash only chuckled to himself and shook his head. The boy groaned in pain, and Peter’s attention went back to him.

“Flash, you have to get an adult,” Peter said, “He’s really hurt.” Peter looked at the boy. His skin was pale as a sheet, but his hair was a fiery red. His clothes were expensive-looking, a green vest, a white shirt, and dark pants. His face was bruised and beaten. “It’s okay, we’re gonna get help and-“

“Why are you helping him, Wall-Crawler?”

Peter snapped his head back to Flash, an annoyed look was painted on his face. 

“Look at him. He’s weak.”

Peter’s eyes widened. Why was Flash acting like this? Peter’s gaze was drawn to Flash’s knuckles; they were red. Peter swallowed the lump in his throat. “Flash… did you hurt him?”

Flash only grimaced.

“Flash, answer me. Did you hu-“

“-rt? Hey kid, wake up! You good?”

Peter felt something cold cup his cheek. It felt metallic.

DANGER!

Then, he felt that same cold metallic object smack him across the face.

“Oh shut up, Friday, the Hulk woke me up with an Earth-shattering roar. This kid can handle a love tap to the face.”

F...Friday? Peter could only see darkness since his eyes were still closed. He could hear a voice, but it sounded robotic and static. However, it sounded familiar. He knew that name: Friday. His mind was still clouded by a thick fog. 

“I can’t just leave him here. Just because I purged the Symbiote from him doesn’t mean he’s okay. He’s just a kid.”

I definitely know that voice. Wait… is that-?! Peter interrupted his thought by opening his eyes. However, the light from the afternoon sun blinded him as he threw his hands up to cover his eyes.

“Oh, good, he’s awake.”

Peter heard the sound of heavy footsteps that came from his left. Along with the footsteps, sounds of mechanical whirring and clanging came with it. Peter put down his shielding hands, and his eyes readjusted to the light. On his left stood a man, clad in red and yellow armor. Various blue lights lined the crevices, and a glowing blue triangle adorned the man’s chest. A mask covered the man’s face; the eyes glowed the same blue light as in the crevices and the triangle. Peter’s jaw dropped in utter disbelief. He was in the presence of the most popular hero in the world.

The man clad in red and yellow armor knelt to meet Peter eye to eye. “Hey, you okay, kid?”

Peter’s entire body went numb. His mouth quivered in excitement. The earth stood still, time stopped, and all he could hear was the flow of his blood in his veins. He started spouting incoherent nonsense. “I-I-I-I-“ he stammered. 

The man tilted his helmet in a curious disposition. “You what, kid?”

“Iron Man?!” Peter screamed while pointing at him.

Iron Man then dashed towards Peter and covered his mouth. “Pipe down, kid! Do you know how hard it is to escape rabid fans?!”

Peter's whole body shook as he realized that the real Iron Man was telling him to shut his trap. This is so amazing! Peter slowly nodded his head, and Iron Man then released his grip on his mouth.

This turned out to be a bad idea, however, Peter didn’t start screaming again. Instead, he started to mutter.

“So do you actually have a quirk or not it’s been a debate for years and years and you’ve been really shady when you have to talk about it and that’s fine ‘cuz it’s your own personal life and all but I really really would like to know ‘cuz I have this notebook here see and let me open up to your page and oh wow you actually signed it oh my God oh my God this is amazing I’ll treasure this forever it’ll be hung up in the living room oh wow oh wow you’re so amazing and...“

“Woah, this kid has nothing better to do, does he?” Iron Man mumbled under his breath. Peter’s onslaught of words was getting on Iron Man’s and Friday’s nerves, and Friday didn’t even have nerves to get on. Iron Man needed to stop this before Peter passed out. “Alright, alright, calm down,” he said while waving his hands. “Are you feeling okay? No voices? No sudden urge to consume human flesh?”

Peter flinched when Iron Man suddenly interrupted his airstrike of word vomit. Then, he shook his head. Iron Man then let his arms hang and sighed in relief. “Awesome,” he said as he turned his back on Peter. “Don’t worry about Carnage. He’s secure and sedated in a special compartment in the suit.,” he said lightly tapping his gauntlet on his left hand. Iron Man then turned his head slightly in Peter’s direction. Peter could only see a bit of the mask, specifically the glowing eye and a bit of the face. “You know your way home, kid?” 

Peter only made a small sound in response. 

“Beautiful.”

Peter was at an impasse. There he was, standing behind the most popular hero of all time, and he was told to be quiet. He couldn’t even make a sound anymore. All he could do was look onward. He reached out his hand when Iron Man turned his back. He was leaving him that quick? A signature, a few basic questions, and that was it? No questions about himself? Nothing? Peter didn’t even care that he almost died only minutes ago. He just felt so heavy, as if a rock was tied together by steel and was stuffed in his heart. Was this a hero's life? Was this Iron Man’s true self? Was he wrong about everything?

“Alright, kid.” The distinct sound of exhaust and flames started to emanate from Iron Man. “Go home, okay? Your parents are probably worried sick about ‘ya. Oh, and if you do start feeling particularly cannibal-ly, call the Avengers hotline. We’ll deal with it immediately.” The sound of engines began to intensify and Iron Man was shot into the sky by the rockets built in his boots and palms.

Tony Stark sighed as he began his flight; he didn’t have much time left. He just had to get Carnage to the Raft, charge up there, and get home. He was really taking this one a little too close to the chest by being out so long. Carnage was a crafty bastard and a quick one as well. No wonder why he’d been on the run for more than thirty years. 

“Boss, something’s on your back,” his in-suit AI, Friday, said with the enthusiasm of a secretary on the last thirty minutes of her shift.

This made him panic a bit inside. Was it a villain attack? Now? How did his sensors not pick up this object until it was already on his back?

“Putting up live-feed from the ‘Hulk’s-Hand-in-the-Cookie-Jar’ camera,” Friday stated. 

The live feed showed up on the mask’s UI, and Tony could not believe what he was seeing. It’s that kid! How the hell?! 

“Friday! Get him off my back!” he shouted.

There was a long pause of silence, and even though the suit blocked off all sounds from the outside world, he could faintly hear the screaming of the kid that was clung to his back.

“Are you an idiot, boss? Look where we’re flying over right now.”

Tony’s visor then switched to standby mode, a mode which was used when no action was happening. He then saw that he was high above the streets of Manhattan and realized why dropping a child from this height would be very bad for his public image.

Tony sighed and he looked back at the kid who was still hanging on. He was slightly disturbed by the g-forces at work doing a number on the poor boy’s face and told him specifically to keep his head down. Once he saw the boy follow his order, he held the kid’s head with his left hand and gave it a little pressure to hold it in place. This was a precaution in case the kid was stupid enough to raise his head and let his neck be at the mercy of the laws of physics.

“Boss, power level is currently at 3%. You have to hurry,” Friday stated urgently, “We have to get this kid to safety soon.”

Easier said than done, Tony thought. He couldn’t just drop the kid off at street level. It would take too much power to get back at a respectable altitude and fly the rest of the way. He had to drop him off at a building, but a smaller one though. Suddenly, Tony felt extremely weak. His body started to become extremely stiff, and his breathing started to slow and become labored. 

Shit.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that to him, Flash.”

Flash shot a disapproving glare at his friend, Kenny Kong. He was a bit on the plus side which made him ideal for the school’s football team. He did well enough in school to qualify for sports, but he wasn’t exceptionally bright. He was also born quirkless, which made life a bit difficult for him socially, but he was well respected among his peers for going toe-to-toe with other quirked students in football. He was not a mean person by any means; he didn’t go out of his way to torment or bully people who he deemed below him. However, maybe he didn’t get on anyone’s bad side because he thought he couldn’t stand up to them. Usually, after school Flash and Kenny would go downtown and find a nice alley that they could bunker down in and drink some booze in secret. 

“You could’ve gotten suspended,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall behind him.

Flash exhaled from his nose in annoyance. He took a swift swig of his 40, and his face scrunched up as he felt the alcohol burn his throat and the pungent taste assault his taste buds. He let out a breath of relief and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. That was a lot stronger than I thought. He tossed the bottle to Kenny, who in turn caught it and took a swig himself. “But I didn’t, right? So nothing bad happened.”

“Bro, he fainted…”

“So?”

“He coulda got hurt!”

Flash scoffed at him. “Nah, that round-faced bitch caught him before he hit the ground. And he was just overreacting anyway. It’s just a camera.”

“Uh, no she didn’t! He hit his head!” Kenny exclaimed. 

Flash shrugged in indifference. 

“Come on du-“

“Listen, Ken, the Wall-Crawler’s in over his head.” Flash walked up to Kenny and snagged the bottle from him. “Imagine that Parker is this bottle, okay? What would happen if I chucked it at the wall there?” Flash asked as he pointed behind him.

“It would break…?” Kenny answered, not sure where Flash was going with this metaphor.

“Yup, it would break into a million little pieces and the alcohol inside would spill out. The bottle is gone and it failed its task to hold the booze. It can’t even be recycled.”

“I don’t see how that…”

“But, if I, let’s say…” Suddenly, Flash’s arm became covered with the symbiote, and Flash’s hand grew claws at the end of his fingers. He then took the bottle with his hand and cracked the top of it off. All that was left on the top was the craggy pattern of broken glass. “Did that. Yeah, the top’s broken off, but look, the alcohol is still there. It can also be recycled into something else.”

“That was $30 man!” Kenny shouted, “Do you know how expensive it is to get booze as a minor?!”

Flash put his finger to his mouth. “Irrelevant, and pipe down will ‘ya?! I’m not lookin’ to get an underage drinking mark on my record. I’m aiming for the big shots, y’here?” Flash then sighed. “Look if that idiot somehow gets into a hero school, he’s going to get slaughtered. By a teacher, classmate, or even a villain if he ever gets that far. And apparently, I’m the only one man enough to put him in his place and teach him a lesson.” Flash shook his head and slumped against the wall. “It’s how I learned.”

Flash heard a “‘Tch” come from Kenny. “You got a problem, Kong?”

“Yeah, maybe I do.”

Flash stood up; a blood vessel started to make itself visible on his forehead. “Well, please then, tell me a better idea. If ‘ya have one.”

Kenny stood up too, matching Flash’s deadly gaze with his own. “How about this: leave him alone. It’s his life. If he’s quirkless and wants to be a hero, then let him. You’re not obligated to stop his dream, no matter how unattainable it is. He ain’t your responsibility, and maybe your method of literally crushing his dreams isn’t really all that good.”

“What do you know?” Flash spat. “Isn’t it a hero’s job supposed to be stopping deaths from happening?”

“Yeah, but they don’t usually send their saved civilians home with bruises they caused. You’re making excuses.” Kenny crossed his arms. The two stared down each other; the menace of anger filled the air. More of Flash’s symbiote crawled down his other arm. Kenny noticed this, grunted, and shook his head. “Whatever, man. I’m going home. I expect $30 on my desk tomorrow.”

Flash rolled his eyes. “And where the hell would I find $30?”

Kenny shrugged. “I dunno. Hold Parker upside down and shake the money out of him.”

“Jesus Christ, Ken, I-“

Suddenly, Flash noticed that Kenny’s eyes were wide. His mouth was ajar ever so slightly and his bottom lip was quivering. Normally Flash would just write this behavior off as Kenny being Kenny, but there was something about his eyes. They were dilated, and they weren’t looking at Flash. They were looking above him.

He could feel it. The atmosphere changed radically. Instead of the stench of anger, the smell of fear permeated everywhere. Flash didn’t like this feeling. Not one bit. Something was behind him, and he did not want to turn around. His hands started to shake. He swallowed a lump down his throat. They both needed to get out of there. They both were in serious trouble.

“Ken,” Flash whispered, “Run.” 

Red clouded Flash’s vision and a psychotic laugh pierced Flash’s ears.

Peter had spent the last forty-five seconds coughing his lungs out. A common occurrence because he had never been able to burp his entire life, and he usually resorted to coughing up all of the gas in his stomach due to his horrible hiccups. However, this time it was because he was flying around at speeds that a human was never designed to be traveling at. That was so stupid.

“Kid, that was literally the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen someone do, and I work with Deadpool.”

Peter sighed as he looked back at Iron Man. Again, his back was turned to him. He wasted time. He had this question. This question haunted him for ten whole years. Why didn’t he ask this question earlier when he was ranting? Peter finally got back up on his two feet. 

“Keep banging on the door until someone lets you down. After that, go straigh-“

“Wait a second!”

“No!” Iron Man’s voice became stern, like a master scolding their dog. “I’m extremely busy, and I don’t have time for fanboys an-“

“Can somebody become a hero, even if they don’t have a quirk?!” Peter bellowed. He did it. He tossed the line into the pond.

Iron Man turned his head slightly in Peter’s direction. “Kid, I…”

Peter kept his eyes closed. He couldn’t bear to see the expression on Iron Man’s face. Even though he had a mask on, he knew if he looked he would feel an intense wave of disapproval. He just knew it. When he realized that Iron Man didn’t continue speaking, he stepped back in. “I wasn’t born with a quirk, but I always wanted to be a hero. I’ve been picked on so much because of that. I can’t run really fast or move things with my mind, but, I don’t know. I just really want to save people. I just think … that’s the coolest thing in the world. I want to be able to save the world with brimming confidence. Like you do. I don’t want a reward. I don’t care about money and fame. I just want to be there when someone falls to catch them right in the nick of time or rush in when some criminals rob a bank. I just want to help.” Peter opened his eyes and lifted his head to his hero. “You know what I mean?”

But who Peter saw standing in Iron Man’s place wasn’t him. Who stood in his place was an incredibly anorexic man, with greying hair on his head and on his beard, wearing a graphic t-shirt of two cartoon electrons telling a smart chemistry joke, and baggy green-ish pants. Peter screamed in terror.

“Wh-what?! Who are you?! What happened to Iron Man?! You look like Tony Stark but…! Wait! You’re an imposter! A fake! Some sort of off-brand Life Model Decoy?!” he babbled while pointing at the man.

The man hung his head and gave a deep, depressed, and frustrated sigh. “I am Iron Man, and ‘off-brand Life Model Decoy’? That’s pretty rude to say to someone, kid.”

“No way,” Peter gasped. He couldn’t put his finger on why he knew, but hearing him talk assured him that the unusual-looking man in front of him was indeed Tony Stark: The Invincible Iron Man. “You haven’t shown your face in years. People were wondering if-“

“If I was dead?” Tony sat down and put his back against the short ledge behind him. “No, not yet… Well, technically yes.”

Peter couldn’t process this. Tony Stark wasn’t huge or anything, but he was a six-foot-tall man who exhumed confidence by just standing in the room. Always dressed nice, cleaned up well, and still considered attractive at an age where most models would be let go. The man sitting in front of him was pale, frail, his hair was thin, and his eyes looked sullen and tired. This was a man who looked like he gave up on life a long time ago, not the man who saved the world in a high-tech suit.

“Well, if you’ve seen me like this, I guess I’ll just tell you.” Tony grasped the bottom of his shirt and lifted. Peter flinched when he saw virtually a skeleton with skin wrapped around it. He didn’t even have a belly to speak of. It was sucked in so far into his body. How did he even walk to put the suit on today? What caught Peter’s eye, though, was the arc reactor nestled in his chest. Everyone knew the story of Tony Stark and his invention. However, Peter noticed that the veins around the chest piece itself were glowing multiple colors. A group of colors that seemed oddly familiar to him, but he didn’t know why. “Five years ago, there was a battle, and I did a Hail Mary play to end it. I died. My heart stopped, but I was still conscious. I’m basically running on fumes right now.” Tony then knocked on his chest piece, the famous Arc Reactor. “Because of my quirk, the energy that I absorbed during the battle is what is keeping me alive. If I use it, I die. I charge the arc reactor on my off time, storing new energy so I don’t have to use this special energy that’s inside of me. It‘s built to run on a 1% charge for a day, but when I use the suit, it drains fast.”

Peter’s mind flipped through its imaginary pages to find the event that he was talking about. “Was it the fight against the U-Foes? They really messed you and Cap up…”

“Those D-Lister lowlifes?” Tony said dismissively. “No, it wasn’t them. This battle had very little coverage. I made sure of it.”

The thought of Tony Stark manipulating news coverage on a fight disturbed Peter, but that was a discussion for another day.

“The Invincible Iron Man should always remain, well, invincible. If word got out there that I’m functionally dead, people would lose hope. Sometimes I feel that I’m the only thing that’s holding this world from destruction. I don’t know if that's my ego talking or if it’s true. That’s why I wear the armor, kid. So people won’t see that I’m terrified. That I’m human, just like the rest. Some people say I’m a symbol of peace. A man who rejected his war profiteering ways and decided to fight for the greater good of humanity. In reality, I’m just a scared and jaded old man who shouldn’t even be alive.”

Tony got up and walked towards a door that led to the stairs of the building that they were on. “Oh, and to answer your question.”

Peter’s ears perked up. His chest tightened with anticipation.

“I don’t think a person without a quirk can be a hero, and before you say anything, Cap doesn’t count. You have to be willing to lay yourself down on the barbed wire so your partner can crawl on top of you. Except the barbed wire is laced with poison and you don’t have a healing factor. Also, the field that you’re in is over two-hundred degrees Fahrenheit and you don’t have a heat-resistance quirk. You’d just be killed. I’m sorry.”

Peter’s head hung low, and his eyes darkened with sadness. “Ah, I see,” he whispered.

Tony opened the door and sighed as he could practically feel Peter’s sadness. “Listen, if you wanna be able to help you should be a first responder. It’s a fine profession. New Yorkers love their Firefighters and Paramedics. You’d be doing a good thing. Also, I don’t think I need to tell you this, but don’t post what I said to you online, okay?”

Tony glanced back at Peter. He noticed the small tears running down his face, going down his neck, and seeping into the collar of his shirt. He hated being the bad guy. “But, I can tell that you won’t. You look like a good kid.” After he said this, he walked through the doorway and closed it. Peter could faintly hear Tony ask Friday something about where she put Carnage’s canister, but he honestly didn’t care. He was now alone on a rooftop. Heartbroken.

Before Peter had time to sulk and cry about his situation, he heard a loud explosion. Then, he peered over the edge and saw people running out from an intersection. A villain attack?! Peter ran to the door and grabbed the handle. It’s not far. I should-

The memories of Tony Stark’s words flew through his mind like a wasp circling its victim. Peter’s grip on the handle loosened, and his shoulders hung. “Never mind,” he whispered to himself. He opened the door and slowly walked down the stairs. Right now, he just wanted to go home.

Peter hit the streets and made his trek towards the station. What was he gonna tell Aunt May? If he told her, would he ever be allowed outside the house again? Would they have to start driving him to school so they can make sure he’s safe? What was he gonna tell Wanda and Pietro? “Hey, by the way, on the way home I was attacked by the most infamous and deadly serial killer of the modern era. What game do you guys wanna play?” He could tell that whatever measures Aunt May and Uncle Ben would take to protect Peter; Pietro and Wanda’s measures would be one-hundred times more severe. They’d probably request a class transfer so they could make sure he’s safe, or at least Wanda would. As much as he’d like that, the last thing that he wanted was to burden and worry them. 

Peter made a right at the intersection and was taken out of his trance when he picked up the faint and distinct smell of burning gas. He looked up to see a group of people huddled around an entrance to an alley, as he got closer. He realized where he was. He was at the location of the explosion he heard earlier. Even though he had his hopes and dreams crushed by the most popular hero in the world, there was something in Peter’s instincts that drew him to danger. He sighed. If he was already here, he might as well get the most of it. He pushed his way through the crowd, and he saw that Multiple Man was still on patrol today as he, once again, formed a barrier between the civilians and the action. Peter felt an intense heat as fire engulfed parts of the alley. Past the barrier of men were a couple of heroes that Peter recognized: The Thing and Mr. Fantastic. The last two-thirds of the Future Foundation. By the looks of things, they were having trouble. Peter’s gaze went past them to see the villain. 

A horrible, stomach-churning feeling ravaged Peter’s body like a hurricane. He saw a monstrous indescribable form of red, but it was very familiar to him. It was Carnage, and he was in the process of eating another person. He could faintly overhear the two heroes debating on how to beat the villain. There were sounds of worry in their voices. Were they losing? Were they not prepared? 

This is my fault. Peter remembered that Iron Man said something about storing Carnage in his gauntlet. He specifically remembered him pointing to his left arm. The same arm that he used to hold Peter’s head down when they were flying. How did it fall out? Was it loose? Was it because his power was low? This is my fault and someone is going to die because of me. He covered his mouth in terror. Peter overheard some commotion in the crowd, there was talk about Iron Man. There was talk about how Iron Man was chasing Carnage earlier. People were also asking where Iron Man was. 

This is my fault this is all my fault. Peter saw a glimpse of the victim that Carnage currently had in its grasp. It was a horrifying sight. Carnage’s mouth was wide open, and razor-sharp teeth were everywhere. Its victim was inside its mouth as if it were slowly eating the victim. It was straight out of a horror movie. Peter felt like he was going to throw up. He knew how horrifying it is to be in the grasp of Carnage. He knew exactly what the victim was thinking. He suddenly heard a scream. It was a scream for help. Peter looked up, and his heart stopped.

What he saw in the mouth of Carnage, was the desperate and scared face of Eugene “Flash” Thompson. Half of it was human, and the other half was covered in his symbiote. He was holding out his arm as if he was reaching out for help.

Peter gasped.

Save him.

Peter then found himself eight feet in the air, because he just jumped over Multiple Man’s barricade. Shoes touched down on the concrete earth, and he ran. He ran faster than he ever did.

“You?!” he heard the red demon screech. He saw Flash mutter something but he didn’t hear. 

He swore he could hear the cries of the two heroes that were currently behind him, begging him to stop, but he didn’t listen. He just kept running. His legs kept moving on their own. His head tingled, and his body shivered.

Danger.

He saw Carnage whip a tendril at him, but he knew it was coming. He moved out of the way ever so slightly to the left, and the tendril completely whiffed him. 

Danger.

He heard the blood-curdling scream from the monster as it threw another tendril at him. He swiftly dodged to the right and came out unscathed as the tendril hit the ground.

Danger. Danger. Danger.

Yet another blood-curdling scream filled the air as multiple tendrils shot themselves towards Peter. Peter dove over all of them, rolled when he hit the floor to keep his momentum going, and kept running. 

Peter wasn’t even thinking at this point. He couldn’t even feel anything either. He couldn’t feel the heat of the flames around him or the pain from the scraps on his knees. Someone was in danger and he had to do something. 

He was close to Carnage now. Carnage cried another scream. As he was closing the gap between himself and the symbiote, instinct suddenly took Peter over. He held his arm up high and aimed his palm at Carnage’s eyes. His middle finger and ring finger curled into his palm, and something unexpected happened. A string of fluid shot out from Peter’s wrist and hit Carnage square in the white blotches that it called eyes. Carnage thrashed about as it couldn’t see. The strange fluid seemingly solidified and wrapped around Carnage’s face. Carnage’s grip on Flash loosened as he slid ever so slightly out of the gullet of the demon. Finally, Peter got close, took hold of Flash’s arm, and began to pull.

“Parker?! What are you doing?!” he frantically yelled.

Peter kept pulling and pulling. “I don’t know! I couldn’t stop my legs! I don’t know what’s happening!”

“Why are you here?! Get out of here!”

“Flash I…!” Peter’s face contorted into a determined grimace as tears ran down his face. “I'm not gonna stand there and watch you die!”

Flash’s eyes widened and his symbiote crawled to the edges of his face. The only human thing about Flash was his face at this point; his whole body was covered in the black symbiote. Flash bared his teeth, his eyes became pinpoint with rage, and he screamed. 

“Get the hell ‘offa me!” 

The symbiote within Flash came to life. Its own tendrils battled Carnage’s as it formed itself from Flash with a chilling figure. It looked similar to Carnage. It had white splotches where its eyes should be and it had sharp white teeth. It almost looked like it was grinning. It was black as the midnight sky, but the fires illuminated it with a subtle tinge of blue.

“Kill him! Venom!” Flash bellowed. 

Venom let out a guttural roar that shook the earth beneath them. It then bit into Carnage’s upper face with its sharp monstrous teeth as Carnage screamed in pain. 

“No! No! No!” Carnage yelled. Two large mouths flew out of Carnage’s blob-like biomass and bit hard into Venom’s neck. Venom screamed in agony. As did Flash who recoiled his free arm. Which escaped Peter’s grip, and held his neck in pain. Venom screeched in pain and fell to the side, not moving.

“This is not how playdates are supposed to go! I’m supposed to win! Always!” Carnage ripped off the solid-like fluid of his face and let out yet another roar. 

Danger!

Peter felt danger coming from his left but it was too late, tendril struck him in the stomach and wrapped itself around his torso. Peter yelled in pain. It felt like someone took a bat to his abdomen. He tried moving his arms as he struggled to get out of Carnage’s deadly grasp. He needed to get out! He needed to save Flash!

“This play date is over!” Carnage screamed. “Now go to Hell!” An extra mouth formed from Carnage’s red mass and shot itself towards Peter at a blistering speed. 

Peter’s head tingled and throbbed with pain but he could do nothing. He was trapped. He closed his eyes and braced for the inevitable. 

The roars of engines suddenly filled the air and Peter opened his eyes to see Iron Man blocking the mouth with his arm!

“Iron Man?!” Peter yelled.

Iron Man looked directly at Peter. “I really am a piece of work, huh? Apparently, I wasn’t practicing what I preached!”

“No! Not you, again!”

“Hold on, kids!” Peter felt Iron Man grab his arm and he felt him pull. Peter was no longer in the grasp of Carnage, and he saw that Iron Man had Flash in his other hand. 

He did it! 

Peter saw the light in crevices of the armor glowing multiple colors. The same colors he saw earlier that were surrounding the chest piece. 

“You know, Carnage, technically you aren’t human. You’re just a quirk!” Multi-colored light began shining from the chest piece. “Which means that I don’t have to hold back on you!”

“No!” Carnage screamed in terror. 

Iron Man dropped Peter and Flash behind him as the multi-colored energy whirled within him. He crossed his arms in an “X” formation across his chest. The colors started to flash with more intensity. Iron Man kneeled and aimed upwards with his torso. “Oh yes! Your reign of terror is over!”

“I will not be defeated! I am Carnage! I am the most powerful being on the pla-“

”Yeah?! So what?! I’m Iron Man!” he bellowed. “Take this! Unibeam!”

A giant beam of multi-colored energy exploded out of Iron Man’s chest piece and enveloped itself around Carnage. It let out one last scream as its molecules were ripped asunder, and being vaporized into nothingness. The beam went past the nearby buildings and headed straight right into the stratosphere as it left the Earth.

Peter blinked and saw that Iron Man stopped the Unibeam. It didn’t look like he was moving. Peter started to worry until Iron Man’s hand curled into a thumbs-up. He then stood on his two feet, turned to the crowd, and gave them a thumbs-up as well. The sound of a cheering crowd filled Peter’s ears, and for the first time since this morning, Peter had a genuine smile on his face.

The events of the next hour were a blur to Peter. After Carnage was vaporized by Iron Man, Peter and Flash were pulled aside by on-scene medics to be evaluated. However, during this Peter got scolded heavily by the Thing for being so reckless. Peter felt a bit intimidated by him, but deep down in his heart, he knew he did the right thing. After being let go by medical services, Peter made his trek home once again. He tried to talk to Iron Man but he was hounded by the media. 

As Peter got on the train once again, he opened up his phone once again to see that, once again, he had more messages than he can count. Everyone texted him. Aunt May, Uncle Ben, Pietro, Wanda, and even Mr. and Mrs. Maximoff, and they couldn’t even speak English too well. The texts from them touched Peter’s heart. He knew that he was loved, but it was nice to be reminded of that. He texted them all that he’s fine and he’s on the way home. However, he noticed that none of them read it. He shrugged and put his phone back in his pocket.

As the light of the setting sun filled the train car, Peter started to have questions about what he just saw. How did Iron Man do that? He had no energy left. He used the energy that was keeping him alive to pull that stunt off. Why didn’t he die? Did he not use all of it? Peter sighed and shook his head. He was so tired. He had a really long day.

Peter finally got to the Queens stop. Now it’s fixed? He touched ground and began his walk home. The sun was setting on the horizon with a beautiful orange glow and the sky danced with beautiful evening colors. The leaves were just starting to change. Peter didn’t notice it this morning, but now he realized how truly beautiful the season of Autumn can be. He turned on his street, and he saw blue and red lights in front of his house. Great. They probably think I’m missing. He turned back to the street that he was on beforehand so he wouldn’t be seen by anyone. He had to mentally prepare himself before he walked into the mess that was his front yard. 

Danger. 

“Parker!” a familiar voice barked.

Peter jumped, he knew something was coming, but he still jumped. He turned around to see Flash standing behind him. He looked furious. Peter flinched inwardly, but only for a second. He took a deep breath and exhaled.

“What do you want, Flash?” he asked with a tinge of annoyance in his voice. He was taught by his consular to take his time when he needed to stand up for himself. To take a deep breath and visualize what he was going to say and how he was going to say it. 

“I want to tell you something,” Flash’s eyes narrowed, “I didn’t ask you to save me. I didn’t need your help. I could’ve gotten out of it.” His face was red, and his speech was slurred. “I don’t need your pity! I don’t need anything from you! Not from some quirkless, weak, worthless nobody!” He turned around and began walking in the opposite direction. He stomped angrily as he went. “Don’t cross me, Wall-Crawler!”

Peter tilted his head in confusion as he saw Flash walk away. He winced when he saw him kick an innocent trash can in spite. 

I guess that’s his way of saying thank you?

A rush of concern for Flash washed over Peter. A rare occurrence. Flash stank of booze and looked pretty drunk. For a person with a symbiote to get drunk meant that they had to drink a lot of alcohol to balance out the host and the symbiote. Peter cupped his hands to his mouth.

“Flash!” he called out, “Do you know how to get home?!”

Flash turned around, his face even redder than before. “Of course I do, dumbass!” He pointed further down the road. “Go down three blocks and turn right!” He swiped the air with the hand he was pointing with and pivoted back into the direction he was walking in. “Just get outta my sight!” he yelled.

Peter gave a minuscule smile, sighed, and shook his head. I’m too nice to him… he did destroy my camera, today, though. That smile went directly in a frown. Great. Peter turned back around. He had to prepare himself again. 

Dick. He just had to ruin my focus. 

He took a deep breath, formulated his plan, figured out what he was going to say, and visualized how everything was going to go down. He decided he was ready and almost took his first step before he was interrupted again.

“Hey, kid!” A familiar voice shouted from above Peter. Peter looked up and saw Iron Man flying towards him.

An expression of shock found itself on Peter’s face.

“Iron Ma-?!” Before Peter could finish his shriek, Iron Man firmly planted his palm onto Peter’s mouth. Peter could practically taste the metal of the iron. Which was kind of disgusting.

“Are you going to do that every time?” he asked.

Peter shook his head and Iron Man let go of his mouth. Like last time, Peter had questions. 

“So how did you escape the media they always hound you whenever you do hero work and also speaking of hero work how the hell did you do that and not die you explicitly told me that if you use that energy that’s keeping you alive which I have some theories about by the way you would literally die because your heart isn’t beating and also explain to me how that makes sense because I’m losing my Goddam-“

Suddenly the armor ran out of power again and revealed the zombie-like Tony Stark to which Peter promptly screamed in terror. Once Peter calmed down. Tony sighed and began to speak.

“I’ll answer all that in a bit, but right now, I gotta tell you two things, one’s a statement and one’s a question.”

Peter nodded cautiously. 

“Okay, so, question first.” Tony sharply inhaled. “Why did you lie to me?”

Peter was utterly taken aback. “Wh-what?!”

“Your quirk! You told me you didn’t have a quirk!” he exclaimed.

“I don’t have one! What are you saying?!”

“Kid, I saw it. You jumped ten feet in the air over a human barricade. Ran faster than any kid your age can. Dodged every single attack thrown at you, with style, if I might add. And you shot that stringy stuff out of your wrist!”

Peter was grasping for an explanation. Any explanation. There’s no way he had a quirk. No way. This was all some sort of misunderstanding. 

“Listen, uh, Mister Stark, what I said to you was true. I don’t have a quirk! You can check my medical record, I’m quirkless.” He looked towards the ground, feeling dejected. “All of that earlier must have been a misunderstand-“

Danger.

“-ing.” Peter’s eyes widened. What just happened? Peter looked up and saw that his hand was holding a pen, and from the look of it, the pen was thrown at his head. Peter looked at Tony with disbelief. Tony had a smug look on his face. 

No way. 

“Oh my God. I have a quirk,” Peter muttered with a little chuckle of utter disbelief. 

“Now that we’ve proven that theory. Statement second. Thank you, kid. I mean that. If you didn’t figure it out by now, I was in the crowd. I showed up and felt utterly helpless. I couldn’t do anything. No. It’s that I wouldn’t do anything. I was too scared. Too scared to die.” His face darkened with regret as he said this. Then, he looked up at Peter and smiled. “But, then I saw you. This kid. This stupid, arrogant kid. Whose dreams were just crushed by his idol. Who was told by the most popular hero in the world that he could not be a hero. This kid ran in there with no hope. This kid that thought he had no quirk; ran in as if he had a plan to save the day. Let me guess. Your legs started to move on their own, didn’t they?”

Peter nodded frantically.

Tony chuckled. “Figured as much. It’s a phenomenon. Heroes claim that it happens all the time. When they run headfirst into danger and they don’t stop. They don’t think about their own wellbeing. They only think about saving people. That’s what happened to you. Kid. What I’m about to say is something that I say very rarely. I was wrong. Dead wrong.”

The wind blew through the dying leaves of the Autumn trees. The setting sun looked like it illuminated Tony from behind him. He was both in shadow and light. The Arc Reactor in his chest burned brightly through his clothes. Peter then noticed how beautiful the evening sky was. Vibrant shades of pink, yellow, blue, and orange danced in the atmosphere. Time stopped and nothing mattered at that moment except the words that Peter thought he was going to hear. Breathing became harder for him as his chest started to become extremely heavy. His eyes stung as they began to water, and thus his vision became blurry.

“I’d be saying this even if you didn’t have a quirk. Because even though you apparently have one now, you still believed that you were quirkless when you ran in.”

Don’t say it, Peter thought. Don’t you dare say it. I’ve cried so much today. So much! I don’t think I have enough in me to cry again! Peter clutched his chest and he fell to his knees as tears rolled down his face. His body began to shiver as anticipation took him over. Memories from the past flew through his mind like a bird flying into a house and exiting through an open window. Memories of the day he was told he was quirkless. Memories of him, Uncle Ben, and Aunt May all excitedly watching the latest villain attack on the news. Memories of the day when he tried to save a boy from Flash. Memories of the day when he met Wanda and Pietro. Memories of the day where they all promised to attend Avengers Academy and become heroes together. Memories of every beating from Flash, of every hug from Aunt May and Uncle Ben, of every time somebody told him that he couldn’t be a hero, and of every time either Wanda, Pietro, Uncle Ben, or Aunt May told him that he most certainly could become a hero and a damn good one at that.

“Kid, you can become a hero,” Tony Stark stated with a genuine and sincere tone.

The floodgates opened. Peter Parker officially broke. His question was finally answered. He had a quirk. He could start his dream. He could finally start his journey to becoming an Avenger.

“Hey, so, uh, I’m gonna need that pen back.”

Me (11:00 PM): hey u up?

Harry Osborn (11:01 PM): DUDE HELL YEAH IM UP I JUST SAW YOU ON THE NEWS

Me (11:05 PM): YEAH I KNOW THAT WAS WILD

Harry Osborn (11:06 PM): So do you like have a quirk now????

Me (11:10 PM): Yeah I think?? I didn’t have the chance to play around with it cuz of all the police that were at my house. And May and Wanda scolded me for hours

Harry Osborn (11:11 PM): Wanda’s probably training so she can whip you into submission when she ties the knot with you ;D

Me (11:16 PM): >:-[ shut up!

Harry Osborn (11:17 PM): I can hear it now, the screams of agony as she literally ping pongs you across the room over and over again for working too much as a hero >:)

Me (11:24 PM): You enjoy this don’t you?

Harry Osborn (11:24 PM): You love it you know you do

Me (11:30 PM): No. I don’t. Anyway, you free to have a video call soon? I was at Avengers Tower, and they mentioned that your dad’s company is doing quirk research with Stark Industries.

Harry Osborn (11:31 PM): oh you found out about that? Lol yeah it’s a thing that dads investing in to like you know Cure me lol but yeah dude! I’m free this Friday or Saturday

Me (11:33 PM): Saturday please lol Wanda has Pietro and I tied down to go see some movie that day

Harry Osborn (11:34 PM): Pietro gonna sit between you two lovebirds? ;)

Me (11:45 PM): oh shut up. We’re just friends!! Just friends, I don’t know why people think that there’s something more!

Harry Osborn (11:46 PM): lolll! just busting your balls bud

Me (11:55 PM): well stop! They hurt! lol but anyway, believe it or not I’m still going to school tomorrow lol so I gotta get to sleep. Night dude!

Harry Osborn (11:56 PM): Good night man!! Welcome to the “wonderful” world of quirks! Good thing your’s doesn’t kill you like mine does. 

Me (12:00 AM): Oh shush lol we’ll find a cure for you! I promise! Good night :)

To be continued...

#my hero academia fanfic #marvel fanfiction #my avengers academy #my hero academia #Spideywitch #peter parker #wanda maximoff #venom #IzuOcha #action #tony stark #symbiotes

[propertyofnikkisthighs]

Afraid Ch. 5

1988

Bob Rock was a genius. After the first few recording sessions ended with nothing recorded and Nikki, Tommy, and Vince just fighting with each other; he had wised up and made the decision to have the boys all record their parts separate from each other. I thought I was going to have to try to book the first flight home after the second day of Nikki and Vince screaming in each other’s faces one calling the other a diva. Not only were both of them divas, they were both assholes with huge rock and roll egos that couldn’t stand to have another big ego in the room. Mick had become my cigarette buddy when the yelling got to be too much for us. The arguing between Nikki and Vince was so bad Tommy would even leave to join us with the occasional joint to relieve our tension. I tried to only smoke the cigarettes, but Tommy was right, sometimes you just need a few puffs on a joint to deal with those two. I loved working with Bob Rock though, he was meticulous and loved to get to the point. We were working on getting Nikki’s bassline down for the song Kickstart My Heart when Bob called for a break.

“Alright let’s take a breather to eat some food or I may go crazy” He said stretching after getting out of his chair behind the board.

“I’m cool with that I was just thinking about sandwiches” I laughed stretching as well. I stuffed my cigarette pack in the pocket of my leather jacket and headed out to find something to eat.

“Hey wait up!” Nikki hollered after me. The entire week and a half we had been here he had been trying to spend as much time with me as he possibly could. I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the company. He was trying to push “us being friends” so hard he even joined me for popcorn and movies in my hotel room one night.

“Did you ever think maybe I am a little over seeing your face Nikki?” I rolled my eyes, not because I was actually annoyed with him, I was annoyed with myself for not being annoyed with him.

“You really hurt me sometimes ya know that (y/n)” Nikki pouted his lower lip out at me which caused my lips to curl up into a smile.

“Your ego is too large for my little opinion to have any effect on you” I snickered, but was cut off by running into Nikki who had stepped in front of me. I looked up into his hazel eyes as he looked down at me cupping my cheek in his hand.

“Your opinion of me actually means the most to me out of anyone here” He said quietly and I drew in a quick gasp of breath. His mouth transformed into a smirk and he pinched my cheek lightly. “Wow (y/n) I didn’t realize you were so good at impersonating a tomato”

“God dammit Nikki Sixx” I scowled reaching up and pinching one of his nipples through his shirt (or ripped up cloth on his torso rather than an actual shirt) causing him to yipe a little bit.

“You know you can’t just twist my nipples all the time without taking me to dinner at least once” Nikki teased throwing an arm around my shoulder.

“Nikki we eat dinner together basically every night because you’re always coming to my hotel room to bother me” I hadn’t noticed I was now allowing Nikki to lead me and we were just walking down the road of the small town the studio was located.

“Those don’t count as dates and I want a date” Nikki said matter of factly.

“It’s not a good idea to mix business and pleasure” I poked him in the ribs lightly trying to sneak a peek at his face in order to see if he seemed to be joking.

“This would be mixing pleasure and pleasure. Music gives me pleasure and clearly it does the same for you. And we can pleasure each other” He shrugged nonchalantly, but his face held a shit eating grin.

“You’re ridiculous” I shook my head as he led me into some time sandwich shop on the corner. I tried not to think about how many butterflies were floating around my abdomen at the thought of a date with Nikki.

I yawned and leaned my head onto my upright palm closing my eyes as Bob and I relistened to the same section of the song getting Nikki and Mick’s parts together on (my personal favorite song) Don’t Go Away Mad. 

“(Y/N), just go to bed” Bob shook my shoulder.

“Helping you is my job though” I grumbled.

“So that means I’m your boss and I’m saying go to bed” He chuckled and I decided I wasn’t going to push it and went to go call a taxi on the payphone when I was confronted with Nikki on a motorcycle outside.

“What are you doing here Sixx?” I quirked an eyebrow making my way to him.

“We’re going on a date” He replied and patted the back of his seat.

“It’s midnight. No place is open for a date” I wasn’t about to go to a bar for a date if that was what he had in mind.

“Will you just hush and get on the bike?” He laughed shaking his head.

I figured I had nothing to lose by climbing on his bike so I got on behind him and put my hands on his shoulders.

“You’re ridiculous.” Nikki shook his head and moved my arms to wrap around his waist. “Hold on tight”

Next thing I knew we were peeling out of the parking lot of the studio and headed down the road. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my face into Nikki’s back allowing myself to indulge a little bit. I pressed my hands against his abdomen feeling his abs underneath my fingertips and allowed myself to picture dragging my nails down his torso having him shiver beneath me. I took a deep breath and enjoying the scent of leather, cigarettes, and the smallest hint of cologne. Before I knew it we were pulling into the parking lot of the hotel.

“Uh are we changing before the date?” I asked confused.

“No the date is here.” Nikki replied getting the bike settled and shutting it off.

“The date is at the hotel that we’re already staying at and eat at every day?” I couldn’t tell if Nikki was just fucking with me or if he was actually that lazy.

“Stop talking” Nikki grabbed my hand dragging me into the elevator pressing the number for our floor.

When we got to the floor our rooms were on Nikki pulled his scarf off his neck and covered my eyes with it. Giggling as he continued to lead me to our secret destination I squeezed his hand and felt him squeeze back. We stopped and I heard Nikki opening a door before he’s ushering me inside the room.

“Okay you can take the scarf off.” He said and I untied the scarf from my head. I was met with a pizza on the bed, some candles, and two bottles of water with a bottle of wine in a bowl with ice.

“Nikki.. This is beautiful” My jaw is practically on the floor. It wasn’t a lot, and yet it was more than she’s recieved in a long time.

“Well get comfy and I’ll put in that movie you’ve been talking about” Nikki nudged me toward the bed.

“Child’s Play?” I asked excitedly taking my jacket and shoes off before climbing on the bed.

“Yup” Nikki smiled devilishly and put the tape in the player.

I had my face pressed into Nikki’s shoulder. I officially had a fear of dolls now I think. Nikki was running a hand through my hair and laughing at me on and off every time I squealed and I tried to tell myself that me being curled in his lap was purely out of fear and not because I’ve been dreaming of being tangled up in him.

“The movie is over you big baby.” Nikki lightly removed me from his lap and shut the T.V. off.

“Listen, dolls are ruined for me forever.” I shivered nervously.

“I’ll be sure to get you a doll for Christmas then” I tossed a pillow at him and he slapped it out of the air laughing at me again.

“Fuck you Nikki if you get me a doll I will fight you.” I tried to come off as tough, but it’s hard to seem badass when you feel like a Barbie could make you cry.

“Oh whatever. I’m going to go to bed so I’ll see you in the morning.” Nikki started to head toward the door to my room.

“Wait!” My mouth spoke on it’s own volition. “Please stay with me. Uh, I’m scared”

“Where would I sleep? The floor isn’t comfortable” Nikki was looking at me funny and a lump formed in my throat.

“In the bed..with, with me.” I spoke quietly.

“Okay.” Nikki smiled and made his way to the bed. “Am I okay to take these off? Sleeping in leather pants isn’t comfortable.”

“I’m not going to sleep in my leather pants so I’m not going to make you sleep in yours.” I was up unlacing my leather pants at the same time he was and we made eye contact. I spun around unable to maintain eye contact without turning bright red. I unclasped my bra and slid it off my shoulders and tossed it to the side on top of my pants and settled into the bed. Nikki settled into the other side and an awkward silence filled the room.

“Okay well goodnight.” I choked out and shut the light off on the nightstand. I layed there staring at the ceiling while my eyes adjusted to the dark. I could see the form of Nikki laying next to me also on his back staring up. There was a loud bang outside the window and I quickly tucked myself into Nikki’s side.

“(Y/N) it was just thunder” Nikki turned onto his side wrapping me up in his arms. I could see the outline of his features and I couldn’t help but reach out to touch his face.

“You make me nervous” I let the words I’m thinking slip out between my lips.

“You make me excited” Nikki whispered back.

“I want to mix business and pleasure with you” I started to close the distance between us when Nikki put a hand on my chest and stopped me.

“You know I come with some baggage.” Nikki sighed “I’ve never been able to make a relationship work before.”

“Nikki we met in rehab shut up and kiss me before I change my mind.” And with that Nikki tangled his hand in my hair bringing our lips together. I had been picturing what Nikki’s lips on mine would feel like since the first time he pouted at me and I could not have properly imagined the way he would make me feel. I brought my hand to his chest and balled his shirt in my fist pulling him closer to me. Nikki tugged my hair and pulled our faces apart in order to catch our breath before he connected our mouths again. I moaned into his mouth and well, the next thing I knew my hands were pinned above my head.

#nikki sixx fanfic #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx #motley crue fanfic #motley crue #Afraid

[greensleevesredlipstick]

my first howard/cleves fic in awhile because i lost my one and only brain cell after finals ended and wasn't able to find it. in this one anne came out as bi, and katherine and cleves are both lesbian. hopefully i start writing again lol but well see cause im lazy~~ hope u guys enjoy!!

kat yawned. she lazily shuffled out of bed, thinking about what to do on her day off. she rolled her eyes as she passed boleyn pounding on the bathroom door on her way downstairs. anne, evidently giving up on taking a shower with hot water, followed her to the kitchen. “watcha up to, kitty?” she asked. “got any fun plans for today?” kat shrugged. “i was actually gonna ask the group, i cant think of anything fun. what did you do last week?”. boleyn grinned mischievously. “well if you’re really looking for some fun...i did happen to find this gay bar that was honestly the most fun i’ve had since i’ve been back. it even beats out the ball i held when aragon finally moved out of the castle. cleves and i went and i don’t even remember all of it, but i know it was a good time” she winked. Kat said shyly “well... i would like to meet someone...” she played with her pink hair. she’d never gone to a bar alone, but she would definitely feel safer knowing that the men there wouldn’t be interested in her. anne, sending the younger girl’s hesitation said “what if cleves and i met you there after the show?”. kat replied “no i know how tiring they are, i wouldn’t want you to have to come out because of me”.  “c’mon” laughed Anne “you know that cleves and I are always down for a night out”. Grabbing her cousin’s hand, Kat said “okay, ill give it a shot!”. the pair skipped down the stairs and devoured the pancakes that Jane had prepared. the six of them chattered about the upcoming singalong. Jane was a little nervous about singing her heart-wrenching song alongside 400 people, but the queens reassured her that all would go well. 

After the arduous process of cleaning up, they retired to their rooms to get ready for the upcoming show. Cleves popped her head into Katherine’s room. “so...i hear you're going to Flame tonight. should be a good time” she said awkwardly. Kat replied “yea! i hope i actually, you know, see a cute girl tonight” she swallowed. “its been awhile”. Cleves didn’t know what to say. had Kat not noticed her flirting for the past several weeks? she didn’t want kat to go out tonight, but she couldn’t exactly stop her. “well, don’t have too much fun before anne and i get there” cleves said, shutting the door before kat could see the disappointment etched on her face. as they bustled about doing makeup and hair, no one seemed to notice that anna was a little extra quiet that day.

once the other girls had left, Kat nervously started getting ready for the club. She chose her favorite pink skater skirt, one she knew made her look good but wasn’t so short that she would attract unwanted attention. combining it with a black top (stolen from anne’s closet), she pacing in front of her mirror. She thought about a new hairstyle, but decided to go with her classic high ponytail. she went downstairs and was about to call a cab when she got an alarming text on her phone. it was in their group chat with the six queens, three alternates, and their stage manager. their manager said “VICKI-anne just threw up offstage.  GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!”. as if mirroring her cousin’s illness, kat too felt sick to her stomach. how could she go out knowing anne was ill? she quickly sent anne a text saying that she hoped she felt better, and that she would be waiting at home with some soup and tea. when she didn’t get a reply, she called the manager. the instant the phone was answered kat shouted “how is she?? can i talk to her? will she be okay??” the manager chuckled. “don’t worry katherine, it’s just a bit of food poisoning. she needs a day or two of rest, and she’ll be fine.” from the background, she heard “IS THAT MY COUSIN?? BRING THE PHONE OVER HERE”. the manager put the phone on speaker and set it on the bathroom sink. “annie, are you okay?” Kat asked, the concern obvious in her voice. “yea babe, must have bene the leftover sushi i had. please promise me you’ll still go out tonight!!!” Kat sighed. she had been looking forward to it, but she wanted to make sure anne was okay. “c’mon, for me?” the brunette urged. “i really want you to go. Cleves will still go meet you”. Kat replied “well.. if you insist...”. Anne squeaked “yipee!!” then quickly hung up the phone as another wave of nausea hit. Kat hesitantly went outside and hailed the nearest taxi, still feeling guilty about abandoning her cousin.

back at the arts theater, the queens quickly hurried offstage as soon as the mega six was over. they wanted to make sure that anne was okay-she had nearly fainted after her number and barely made it offstage before throwing up. they took the stairs two at a time-anna style-but were stopped at the entrance to their shared dressing room. the manager informed them that anne was feeling much better, but that they had sent her home with an assistant so she could get some sleep. the manager pulled cleves aside and said “im not really sure what anne was talking about, but she said that you had to go tonight or kittys gonna be all alone”. anna sighed. the evenings excitement had tired her out, but there was no way that she would leave kitty there-with dozens of single girls-by herself. she didn’t even bother to take off her stage makeup, simply adjusted, threw on a black jumpsuit, and was off. the only times the thoughts of getting to Kat were interrupted was by concern for anne but Jane reassured her that the brunette would be well taken care of.

when she got to the club she anxiously scanned the crowd to find Katherine. her worst fears were confirmed; she spotted a pink ponytail flirtatiously dancing with a group of women, looking particularly cozy with a blonde. spotting her friend, kat gidily ran up to her and tried to pull her onto the dance floor. Anna could tell she was a little more than tipsy. “C’mon” she slurred “don’t be a downer. have some drinks with my new friends and I!!”. Anna grabbed her friends hands “Katherine, you don’t normally like to drink like this. or dance with too many people”. Kat replied “well, I used to. I used to go out and have fun all the time, before, well, they happened. that's why I wanted to come out tonight, because I thought I would feel safer, and I did. Now CMON” she said insistently. Cleves followed. She wasn't just worried about Kat, she was a little jealous. Still, she allowed herself to be pulled onto the dance floor. Kat picked up where she had left off, flirting with the blonde and drawing attention from girls around the club. Anne quickly downed two drinks, but they did nothing to make her feel better-if anything worse. She muttered “bathroom” into Kat’s ear and tok off before the queen would notice something was wrong. what in the world had gotten into her?? she was always down to have some fun, why couldn’t she pull it together for Kat’s sake? she put a damp towel to her eyes, trying to conceal the puffiness that signaled the start of tears. she took a deep breath. she would go out there and tell her she had come down with whatever Anne had, and take off. Kat was doing more than fine on her own. Just then, the younger girl burst into the bathroom. “Anna?” she shouted, a little too loud for the small bathroom they were in. Catching sight of her fried, she stumbled over to the sink and wrapped anna in a hug. Cleves tried to disentangle herself, saying “go back out there babe, I’m just not feeling-” “anna I can tell somethings wrong”. Even in her drunken state, she was paying attention. “please tell me I just want to help” she said sloppily. The tears began to flow. Anna cursed; she didn’t want to ruin Kat’s night and crying in front of her crush was not exactly considered a “cool move”. she finally decided to go for it. nothing could be more embarrassing than this, so she figured she had little to lose. Anna stuttered “well i just-I don’t like seeing you dancing with those other girls.” she paused. Kat was confused. “I thought you wanted me to get back out there” she said. Anne laughed again then shakily replied “well I wanted you to be happy, always. I just hoped that maybe...it could be with me.” a wave of understanding hit Katherine, even in her impaired state. she paused for a beat, and cleves feared the worst. she imagined herself moving out of their flat because of the awkwardness, having to explain to the other queens that she had been rejected by her best friend. she was interrupted by Kat’s lips pressing against her own. her mind went blank. Katherine pulled back, but Anna leaned in again. she wanted this moment to last as long as possible. Katherine giggled into their kiss. she said shyly “you seemed so much older and cooler. I thought you saw my like an annoying little sister”. Cleves buried her face in katherine’s shoulder, overcome with emotion. the girl of her dreams had just kissed her. she tightly squeezed the smaller girl. “I’ve always seen you for just what you are. Adorable, funny, sweet, and kind. always the pretties girl in the room, too”. They kissed again, they dirty bathroom melting around them. Anna said “lets go love” Kat blushed “lets get you home”. they walked out, arms wrapped around each other, in a state of shock at how the night had turned out. they felt safe in each others arms. 

#I've wanted to write this for like 2 weeks but been INCAPABLE #im just so happy that i finally finished #even tho its trash #six fanfiction #six fanfic #six the musical #six the musical fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #six imagine #anna of cleves #katherine howard #anne boleyn #catherine parr #catherine of aragon #jane seymour

[thatawesomenerdygirl]

let me take the lead || Dick Grayson [NSFW]

OKAY so I was kinda imagining this lil scene where the male reader tries to ‘seme’ his partner (either dick or jason cuz theyre so manly ugh 😭) by, you know, like pinning them against the wall and do this husky/gruff voice and whispers lewd things to his partner’s ear, AND it turned on his partner ;)))) and then comes the goddamn rough sex with lots of thrusting and rubbing MMHMHM

Warning(s): explicit languages and content, the title is serious btw it’s NSFW.

A/N: OH BOI, I have never written an M/M sex scenario before, except for that one HC you probably had read before this one. BUT HEY, a first for everything! Sorry, this takes me so long, things happened, yipes!

And by the way, I just noticed some of my 18+ works are…MISSING- or maybe it’s just me. What am I missing?

M/M, Male/Male.

Dick was surprised upon stepping his foot into his shared bedroom, he was pinned against the wall, a familiar feeling of your chest pressing against his to keep him in position while your hands were resting by his head. He looked at you with wide eyes before the initial shock was replaced with lust, he could feel his cock throbbing beneath his suddenly tight pants.

“Hello to you too, baby,” the ravenette smirked, licking his lips.

You responded with a deep hum as you placed your lips to his jaw, open-mouthed and wet kisses you delivered to his skin as your lips made their way to his own causing him to shudder. This was so unlike you.

“Not that I don’t like the attention– mmm,” he was cut off with a particularly deep kiss, your tongue invading his mouth, tracing every nook and cranny before your mouth decided to trail downwards, he took it as a chance to continue his inquiry, breathlessly, “but what’s gotten into you?”

Dick felt your teeth grazing his neck, nipping and sucking hard at his pulse point and it got him to arch his back off the now warm wall, cursing softly under his breath.

“Been thinking about you,” you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes lidded heavily as you sensuously licked down his neck, grinding your own clothed erection against his which wasn’t too hard since you were almost at the same height as he.

Dick took a deep breath, his chiseled chest expanding. “Yeah?” responded Dick lustfully, his big hands gripping your hips, pressing you more into him and just then he could feel the damp patch in your sweatpants where the head of your cock would be, “gosh,” he nearly threw his head back, “what did you think about?”

Your boyfriend let you reach for his belt buckle, fiddling with it before pulling his pants down along with his boxers, his cock twitched when the cold air hit the sensitive head. Swirling your thumb over the tip, collecting the pre that had leaked from the slit, you pressed another smothering kiss to his lips.

“Many things,” you grasped his thigs, lifting him up against the wall while he wrapped his legs around your hips. Dick’s hand went to your hair, gripping the strands tightly in his fist to bring your face closer. “You okay bottoming today?” you asked, carrying him into your shared bedroom before throwing him on the bed.

Dick bounced on the mattress, watching you as you crawled your way towards him. Your figure looming over him. He eyed the tent in your pants, licking his lips as he shed his shirt, pants already thrown somewhere when you carried him. He didn’t need to answer, all he needed to do was to reach for the lube, spreading his legs and lubed his ass hole as he stroked his needy length. His fingers went in almost with no resistance, he no longer jacking himself off, moaning just because he had his digits inside.

“Hurry,” he rasped, begged for your cock. Gone was the cool Dick Grayson, all that was left just your horny boyfriend, lifting his hips up as he kept fucking himself with his fingers. “Please, fuck, hurry up.”

You teasingly stroked your length in front of him, precum dripping out of your slit. He whined when you nudged his hole with the tip, barely pushing the head in before pulling back out, Dick was almost regretting pulling his fingers out. This was such a turn on for you, seeing the golden boy like this. Hair messy, sweat dribbling down his forehead, swollen lips opened with every deep intake of breath he took.

“Please,” was all Dick needed to say before you pushed your cock in, not even going for the slow thrusts, you went on jackhammering his ass. Your hands rested by either side of his head while his own was grasping your shoulders, pulling you down to a messy kiss. “Ohh– fuck, please!”

“Mm, don’t worry, baby,” you cooed against his open mouth, nipping his lip before dragging it with your teeth, delivering a particularly deep and hard thrust that made him keen, eyes rolling back and hand went to his dick, stroking furiously. “I’m just getting started.”

#male x male #dick grayson #nightwing #dick grayson imagines #nightwing imagines #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dc imagines #dcu imagines #dc reader insert #x reader #reader insert #not safe for tumblr #i mean #not safe for kids #i hope u guys r over 18

[anvils-and-dynamite]

Hey Felix! - A Review of The Twisted Tales of Felix the Cat - Space Time Twister

Hello again! This time, we’re reviewing the second episode of Twisted Tales. If you thought the first one was trippy, well, brace yourself, because this is going to get even weirder the further we go, at least during the first three episodes!

SPACE TIME TWISTER

- 8:03-9:10 We start with an overall view of the world Felix lives in: a city with a cartoony tinge. This is shown through several elements: the peppy jazzy music, the slightly bounciness on the cars and some of the characters we can see here (including some living cars and a mouse waving at the audience)... Even Felix bounces in his place a bit while waiting to cross the road!

So the situation is that Felix has to catch a train on the subway (and gets the wrong one), and we mostly hear his thoughts during this sequence. We also get to see more fun background characters while he’s looking around for gate 9. I especially like the horse mechanic, the punk lady and the butler-like man carrying a duck. What can I say? I like it when people come up with unique designs for characters who are only meant to be scene filler. It shows that someone in the studio cared about it!

I haven’t mentioned it before, but I like those sound effects you sometimes hear, like someone just made them with the mouth. Here you can see an example of that when Felix sprints through the gate (”pshew”), but sounds like these were in Guardian Idiot as well.

We also have Felix waiting for the subway while walking in circles doing his famous, pensive walk. I just love how expressive Felix is in this series and all the poses he does!

Oh, and how the train’s door forms a face and licks its lips after Felix has entered? I really appreciate all these little details to keep something as mundane as going through the subway interesting. But it also warns us that Felix is getting into something dark (and not just in the literal sense), just like the mouse that flipped the gate’s number (around 8:37), the bats, and the skull with crossbones (which, of course, is alive as well).

- 9:10-10:07 And yet again, we have another instance of Felix being put in a vulnerable situation. Just like in Guardian Idiot when he was hungry and at the mercy of a heartless butcher, here Felix sits in an empty subway train, feeling uneasy about the whole ordeal. And then… the lights go out.

He lights up a match, but a mouse delivers him a shit-eating grin before blowing it off. Unfazed, he lights another, only to see a gajillion more mice, to which he flees in terror (you’ll see how Felix has special trouble with mice in some episodes of the series, guess it’s just a cat thing). In his frantic escape, he jumps out of the train, which continues its march without him. He shows a bit more of his attitude delivering a mocking gesture before wandering off around the empty tunnels. I like these little bits of attitude, he tries to fight against the circumstances even when he loses.

He walks into an especially dark one, which delivers us another of those scenes where only the eyes of a character are visible, but then it only reveals Felix’s outlines to show us how he got his flashlight... he made one out of his tail! I really like it when he transforms his tail into tools or uses is to express emotions. His magic bag of tricks basically does the same, but for bigger objects, right? At first I thought one would be superfluous to the other, but considering this, they work together just right!

And yes, the tail lights up, but it reveals a bunch of skeletons. It’s interesting how some of them have the “white mask” you see in old cartoons, and odd to add something like that onto a thing that’s already white, but it works well with light grey. Anyway, Felix is so scared even his flashlight-tail screams in terror! Notice how the tail turns into an exclamation sign before reattaching itself to Felix and then poofing up like a real scared cat.

- 10:07-10:34 So Felix runs away again, but this time, he slams against a heavy door. But instead of appearing solid to emphasize the impact (like, let’s say, Tom & Jerry), he’s just like putty before falling on the floor and reforming into Felix again. I think this comes from old cartoons as well, it happened in Swing You Sinners, for example.

And here’s to another of my favourite moments of the series. He attempts to open the door by pushing and pulling, but the door itself scolds him (”Hey! Whaddya think you’re doing? Can’t you read the sign?”). Felix spends a few seconds thinking what to do, and I’m think it’s from this point where he acts out of curiosity rather than fear.

That little smug smile he delivers to the audience before liquifying and sliding under the door.

- 10:34-11:28 And while Felix might outsmart a sentient door, he can’t outsmart the rest of the world he lives in, because the scenery just straight up tilts to make him fall! And he’s not just falling a long fall without a destination, he’s going straight to the center of the Earth! What awaits him? Hell? A civilization of mole people? Will he keep falling till he reaches China? Well, if you guessed any of that they’re all WRONG!

It’s a cavernous hallway that leads to another room where jazzy music comes from. Inside that room, there are strange machines that wouldn’t look out of place in a mad scientist’s lab, but even a mad scientist is too normal for Twisted Tales. The most prominent feature of the room is the strange man dancing on some sort of arch: a blue, hermit-like being that personally reminds me of the Old Man of the Mountain, from the Betty Boop short of the same name. In fact, his musical number is reminiscing of hers!

It’s a song about someone who doesn’t care about his physical appearance because he has the power to twist time and space, hence his name. This musical number’s got a good amount of gross-out scenes, and my reaction to them is the same as Felix’s:

Putting that aside, I really like it! It introduces us to this character in an effective way and does some fun stuff with him: despite not having slept “in a century or two”, his movements are really bouncy and swift! I’d also like to point out that last bit where his eyeballs fall off, crack like eggs and chicks hatch from them: it’s more of that surreal disturbance I like so much, and I’ll take it over plain gross-out any day.

This sequence does not only introduce us to the Time Twister, but also shows us Felix’s several reactions to him: double taking in disbelief, that “yuck” gesture I showed before, and grinning greedingly when the Time Twister conjures the little magic box that allows him to warp reality, to show that he covets it.

- 11:28-12:03 Finally, the Time Twister goes to sleep after the musical number. After observing for a few seconds, Felix winks to the audience, and retrieves the artifact with the help of his tail. Again, I really like it when he uses his tail, and while I think it can coexist with his magic bag of tricks, I can’t help but feel one is ditched over the other.

I really like this shot of Felix tiptoeing with the box. Makes it feel he’s in a cave even with no particular cave-like elements.

And when he feels he’s far enough from the Time Twister and tries to make sense out of the box… suddenly, the frickin McGuffin of this episode becomes alive! How wonderful is that? “Hey! Whaddya think you’re doing? Let go of my nose! Now you’ve done it: you’ve twisted time and space!”

And if you thought this was going to be a simple time travelling adventure, lemme tell you: You’re. Dead. Wrong.

- 11:03-13:05 There’s spirals, there’s screaming, there’s Felix fucking devolving all the way back to the primordial sea. It’s quite a cool notion that, when time travelling, you change along with the time period! Felix as a fish has a run-in with a hungry fish, and rushes back to the Box, who is casually chilling underwater.

Note how he keeps devolving even if we’re getting the very few bare bones of a plot (escaping from bigger fish). What would have happened if Felix didn’t find the box in time?? For an extra dash of body horror, Felix forces himself to grow arms in order to use the box again, which results in these skeleton arms ripping from his now single-celled body. And the Box’s expressions and dialogue as if it has seen it all already (“Yipes! I’m outta here, man!”)

- 13:05-13:32 In our next time warp (oops), we zoom into Felix’s eyes, which have now turned into clocks. And then we see he’s in a world full of clocks, representing Time. And when they strike twelve, they make such a thundering noise that Felix can barely handle it.

But, without a warning, the scenery changes, and Felix finds himself inside a beaker. I guess this place, if we can call it that, is meant to represent Space, and I find it interesting that instead of actual, stars-and-planets space, it’s represented by chemistry and the laws of physics. Electricity runs, the formula starts to bubble, and we get to see Felix transform into various… oddities. My best guess is that these forms are based on figures and other desktop toys the production staff had.

God, I love it when a series keeps surprising you!

I also like the music during the last two segments, that “tick tock” from the Time scene that speeds up during the Space one, and that jazzy segment… for me, it reflects some sort of loftyness, as if the laws of physics have changed so much from what we consider normal that now it’s so easy to alter a living being’s shape in a matter of seconds. What I’m trying to say is that it goes really well with what’s happening on the screen, for some reason!

- 13:33-14:16 Next, we shift to a different dimension, in which Felix, in the last form he took in the Physics dimension, is approached by strange, upside-down faced creatures. They start to blow raspberries at him.

Annoyed by it, Felix comes up with an idea quickly, and that is OUTRIGHT REMOVING HIS OWN HEAD, PUTTING IT UPSIDE DOWN AND BLOWING A RASPBERRY BACK TO THEM. You gotta admire how he tries to go with the logic of the world, even if it’s not his own world, and probably not even his own dimension! (also, this is a tiny gruesome detail, but have you noticed how the “drops” that come out when he pulls out his head are red?)

Back to the creatures, they don’t seem amused by this at all, because they turn into eyes and fuse together, threatening both Felix and the Box. Startled, the latter twists time and space to escape, and in the next scene we can see that poor Felix has had enough.

His pupils are dilated, he tries to run away, but comes across more interdimensional monsters: the eyeball from before, dinosaurs, robots, hell, even the Moon is angry at him! Desperate, he turns to the magic Box, “can’t you do something?”. Pay close attention. He’s in tears. He’s a cat who has seen too much.

- 14:16-14:48 “Oh for crying out loud!” What is the Box’s solution to Felix’s predicament? Call the Time Twister, who makes his appearance by literally ripping the fabric of reality (while Felix runs in circles). Isn’t he wonderful how he scolds Felix by singing, implying that he can only sing to communicate?

So he takes the box, kicks Felix out of a circle closing around him and… nope, the cartoon is not over yet! Felix hears music, and, curious yet again, pulls open the “circle” to reveal the Time Twister dancing with some of the characters we have encountered previously. And Felix joins the party! I guess that’s as happy as an ending can get here.

So, we’ve reviewed one of the weirdest episodes of an already weird series! It’s been a bit hard to guide and comment through the space-time twisting part of this section, because I guess that’s the nature of surreal and trippy things like this. But I’d really like to make sequences like this, so I think it was worth analyzing it!

#anvils presents #felix the cat #the twisted tales of felix the cat #toon #cartoon review

[nneefa]

fic: you taught me to hope

fandom: ao no exorcist characters: rin/shiemi summary: Rin didn't know if he was reading too much into his relationship with Shiemi or what, but the feeling he was getting from it all was definitely weird. note: slight au; shiemi asks rin to "wait for her" - part 1/2

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If Rin hadn’t known any better, he would’ve thought they were on a date. He was beginning to think that a lot these days, not that he was doing it on purpose or anything. Just that whenever he was with Shiemi, whether they were on a mission or studying together or going to Pon-chan for monjayaki, that’s kinda what it felt like. Not to mention that lately, all their little get-togethers had been her idea, as if she was the one doing it on purpose or something.

Today was no different.

Their Demon Pharmaceuticals class had ended surprinsingly early today, as they’d only had to go over last night’s homework and review for next week’s exam. He meant to go straight home, train with Kuro, and take a long nap, especially since he hadn’t done so swell on his homework, but then he remembered that Yukio wanted him to stop at the store on the way home from cram school, since he would be too busy to do it himself. Rin was starting to notice that Mr. Moles and Glasses was “too busy” to do a lot of things these days, but he let it slide, only because he’d already needed to stop there for dinner anyway. Well that, and Yukio’s arm and ribs were still kinda broken from their last mission. (Rin made sure to put an extra bottle of mineral water in the basket, just for him).

That was when Shiemi had asked if she could tag along.

Rin didn’t know if he was reading too much into it or what, but the feeling he was getting from it all was definitely weird. It wasn’t as if it was the first time they’d ever been shopping together or anything, but that wasn’t really the point.

“Wait for me.”

That was what she’d said.

Even now, as he walked the aisles of the grocer, filling his basket with spices and seafood, his head kept replaying those three little words over and over and over again in her sweet voice, like a recorder. Ever since then, it seemed like Shiemi went out of her way to be with him. They spent more and more time together, alone, doing things like studying and sitting next to each other in cram school and eating lunch and going home. Rin felt like his friends knew something he didn’t about the whole thing. He could still hear Shima’s dumb, sarcastic voice going, “Congratulations, Okumura-kun. She didn’t turn you down. That’s gotta count for something, right?” Konekomaru and Paku seemed to cheer him on and Suguro wished him luck, and while Izumo gave him a look that would haunt his nightmares forever, even she told him, “You’d better not screw this up, Okumura.” (Something told Rin to keep it a secret from Yukio, for now anyway).

He didn’t wanna get his hopes up or anything, but Rin couldn’t help but think that maybe Shiemi was starting to, well, like him; like like him like him, as more than a friend.

He didn’t mind, of course, that she wanted him to “wait,” whatever that meant. He’d actually expected her to flat out reject him at the time, so it’d caught him completely off guard when she’d asked him at all - that was, until Umaimon showed up and ruined everything. It wasn’t until the bell had rung and she’d disappeared down the hall for class that he was able to really react to what had happened. He’d ended up thirty minutes late because of it.

Man, the whole thing was just too weird!

“Are you going to buy that, Rin?”

Rin jumped at the sound of Shiemi’s voice with a strangled yipe and just barely managed to catch the aforementioned item before it could hit the ground. It didn’t really dawn on him that he’d been standing in front of an open freezer like some kind of an idiot, with a melting popsicle in his hand, completely lost in thought. Shiemi only smiled at him, in that way she always does that made his heart race and face feel like it was on fire, and, without thinking, he quickly swapped out his ice lolly for a fresh one, dropping it in his basket and slamming the freezer door shut with enough strength to rattle the other items inside.

“Uh, yeah, I am,” he replied with a loud, forced laugh, not that Shiemi seemed to mind. “I think I got everything I need. How ’bout you?” His eyes flickered to the basket in her hands; her small box of raspberry-vanilla tea and herbal cookies looked like nothing compared to his basket full of groceries.

She almost seemed embarrassed when she held up her cart. “Yeah. I’ve been meaning to try these, ever since I came here with Kamiki-san, but I always forgot to buy them until now. Shall we?”

Shiemi gestured towards the register, and Rin, with a boisterous “okay,” obediently followed.

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If Rin thought he felt like an idiot before, then he definitely felt like an even bigger one now. He always pegged himself as a naturally warm person, more so now ever since he learned how to control his flames. Where the average person - or half-person, in his case - needed fifty layers of clothes just to walk to the park on a cold morning, Rin could easily sport a t-shirt and pair of shorts to shovel snow if he wanted. A part of him kinda wished he could wear that right now, since the cold December air felt more like a steaming hot day in July, walking alongside Shiemi. On top of that, something in his brain actually told him that it would be a good idea to open that popsicle and split half of it with her, and she looked even colder than he knew it felt outside, if her rosy red cheeks were anything to go by.

It wasn’t his fault, he tried to reason with himself. He was just so damn nervous! No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but think that they were on a date. And Shiemi wasn’t making things any better, not that he was blaming her or anything. Rin liked to think he knew her well enough to know that she wasn’t doing any of this on purpose, that she was only being her nice, friendly self. It wasn’t like it meant anything when she smiled at him (like he was only the thing that mattered at that moment) and said “thank you” (like he’d won her the biggest teddybear at the festival) or when she accidently brushed her fingers against his when she reached for her half of Gori-Gori-kun (he really tried not to think about what that could’ve possibly meant).

Nope, that was all Rin and his dumb, overthinking brain’s fault, he thought, taking a huge bite out of his ice pop. God, he really needed to get a grip.

“You really like Gori-Gori-kun, don’t you, Rin?”

For the second time that evening, Rin jumped at the sound of Shiemi’s voice, his eyes going wide as saucers as he nearly choked on his pop. He saw her flinch out of the corner of his eye, her smile dropping like a weight, and he quickly flashed her a reassuring grin to let her know he was okay. Sure enough, the corners of her mouth lifted again and they were trading smiles. Seriously, there should be a limit to how stupid he could be in one day, he thought, ears burning like someone threw them on a barbecue grill.

“What makes ya say that?” asked Rin, taking another bite of his pop.

“You can even eat it while it’s cold out like this.” As if to prove her point, Shiemi blew out a long puff of breath in the chilly air, trying hard not to laugh.

“W-well,” Rin shot back with a noise, pointing at hers with his half-eaten one, “you’re doing the same thing as me, so that makes you no different.” He couldn’t really tell her that he’d bought it without thinking or that the only reason he was eating it in the first place was to cool himself down, since the winter chill wasn’t doing a very good job at it.

“Nu-uh, you can even it bite into it,” she giggled, watching him bemusedly.

Rin finished his popsicle off in a matter of three chomps, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “What?” he paused, pulling the last bits from the popsicle stick with his front teeth. “You can’t do it?”

“Of course not!” Shiemi blurted, and the next thing Rin knew, she was bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

She tried, horribly, Rin thought with a flush, to hide it behind her bangs and what was left of her melting popsicle, but her shoulders were shaking like crazy and he could see all of her pretty, white teeth, and her cheeks were bright and pink. She tried to catch her breath, smoky puffs of air forming a halo around her head, but with each gasp she took, it seemed to only make it that much harder to stop as she wiped away the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. Rin didn’t think it was that funny, especially since she was laughing at him, but for some strange reason, he couldn’t find it in himself to care at all.

She was beautiful, and Rin was captivated.

“Can I kiss you, Shiemi?”

#okumura rin #moriyama shiemi #rinshi #ao no exorcist #neefa writes #otp: dance with me #it took me umpteen years to write this fic #i still don't have a title #and i'm still not finished #have no flippin' idea when part two will be out #but do know that i'm working on it #and it will be from shiemi's perspective #i value constructive criticism so don't be shy #and also let me know if you enjoy it because i like feedback too

[djmayday]

S.p’s Shocking Tale!

(look man, i had too, the pun was waiting for me asdfg)

Words: 4258-ish  hh-

ok, for once, i had genuine fun writing something, its not my best, but its good practice asdfghgfddfgh

also fair warning, its not horribly graphic but like,,, action scene (a single one asdfgh) that mentions some weird/bloody, idk lol, i need to practice more asdf

enjoy?

It was nice day.

S.p was soaring through the spring air, her wings spread out wide and her hair flowing in the breeze as she flew over the city. Today was a good day she thought.

In between the big jobs Timara gives her, S.p helps out her aunt’s package delivery service. Right now she’s got only two to do for today, but it was far out away from where she’s used to.

‘Uuughhhh, this is gonna take forrreverrrr,’ S.p groaned to herself, she looked back down on the label on the smaller box, hoping that maybe it magically moved where she needed to be closer. Nope, instead all she saw was the dark iridescent boxes shine in the sun, the name of the business in light pink/purple cursive and a M.p signature near it.

The label read ‘Madame Pink’s Delivery service.’  S.p couldn’t help but smile a little as she remembered who she was helping. It was short lived though as she realized she wasn’t flying over buildings anymore, just a field. She quickly stopped and did a double take. Then took out a little compasses on a string out of her pocket and got a good look at it.

“No, I’m still going north,” She mumbled, taking another glance around before shoving the compass in her pocket. She quickly took off her necklace that was tucked into her shirt, it had a rather large pearl looking piece on it. Holding it out by that pearl, it glowed purple for a moment, before creating a holograph revealing someone with their back turned.

“Uh, hi auntie,” S.p said, the figure gasped and turned around.  

It was the mysterious Madame Pink. She held her fan so it covered most of her face, except for the eyes.

“Why, my little angel!”  Madame joyfully exclaimed, “Have you already delivered those packages? That was rather fast,”

“Uh, noo,” S.p admitted, looking a little flustered, “I think I’m like, very lost,”

Madame’s eyes widened a little,“Oh my, that's quite the predicament-,”  She closed her third eye for a moment, then continued, “Pray tell, can you describe to me where you are?”

S.p looked around again, “Uhhhhh, not a place with buildings,”  S.p stopped when she heard her aunt giggle,” Hey, what’s funny?!”

“Oh do you not remember?  You’re on the path to the edge of the mountains, it’s the right way my dear,”

S.p blinked, “Oh-” then her face scrunched a little in annoyance, “Oh, the mountains? But that’s like, soooo farr aunite!!”

“Now now child,”  She said as she tapped her forehead, “I know you have ways to get there faster than anyone else I know, you’ll be fine, just be sure to protect the boxes when you do it,”

S.p’s ear drooped a little and she sighed, “Ok…”

“Excellent, now if you excuse me, I have to be on somewhere, as you do as well,”

S.p perked up, “Okie, bye auntie! Love you!” She said with a big grin while holding up a peace sign.

“Take care, my little star, ta-ta~!”  Madame said as she waved, the holograph faded, and so did the glow on the pearl, ending the call. S.p put the necklace back on, tucking the pearl back in her shirt.

‘Alright, a faster way, huh?’ S.p thought as she looked back down at the packages, they both went to the same place, but to different people, ‘Guess that means it’s time to break another record for fastest travel eva!’ She said as her hands glowed a soft yellow, which passed over to the boxes, covering them in a magical coating before fading, making the boxes look normal again. She flew down to the ground, and got into a flight-ready stance.

Focusing all of her thoughts on what she wanted to do next, she started to be filled with energy. Little flicks of lightning shot off of her as she stored more energy, her hair floofing up a little as well. Then…

BOOM!

A huge explosion of energy sent her flying up into the air as a lightning bolt. Her wings straight out, letting her glide through the air. The world rushed past her in a colorful blur of greens, yellows, and the occasional blue. S.p made a mental note to get a gopro with her pay after the trip for when she flies.

‘Or maybe just beg Molly for it…’ S.p thought to herself.

Despite her speed, she could still faintly see the plains below, and there’s no building in sight, not even a road. Just… grass. There wasn’t even any trees.

‘Who even moves out this far?’ S.p thinks.

After a long while of flying, she eventually felt her energy falter, and she begins to slow down, she had to start flapping her wings again to keep from crashing, which isn’t an easy transition.

“Yipe! This never lasts long enough!” She exclaims, she held the gifts closer to her chest, making sure she didn’t drop them. Soon enough she got back into balance, and could glide a bit more, but it wasn’t nearly as fast.

“I gotta ask T how to make that last longer,” She mutters.

Luckily for her, she could see a dirt road below. S.p looked forward and finally saw a humongous mountain that stretched and faded into the clouds. And at the bottom was two dark blobs.

“Finally freakin build...ings,”  S.p slowed down to a halt and squinted. When in focus, one blob as definitely a building, a bit creepy but it had a roof and all. The other though… well… S.p’s eyes couldn’t focus on it for some reason, and everytime she could get a clear glance at it, it was... something else, something just as menacing thing as the last.

“Welp, not that one, I ain’t that dumb,” S.p says as she flies to the other building. Which wasn’t that better than the blob, if she was being honest. The building was worn down, as if it hadn’t been used in years; Nature was reclaiming it with vines everywhere.

She lands in front of two big metal doors, both rusted to hell and back. With a nervous gulp, S.p knocks on one of the doors with a nice loud thunk. The doors partially opened when she did.  S.p stood there for a few moments wondering if she should pull a ‘person in a horror movie’ move and go in.

S.p thought for a second,  ‘Auntie would kill me if I came back full handed-’ She sighs, ’- and I can't just waste that stupid long trip,’ she thinks as she pushes the doors open and steps inside. On the inside, it looked ransacked and barren; Boxes were emptied, barrels pushed over, etc.

Making sure not to stand far away from the door, S.p calls out, "Uhh, hello?"

No answer.

"Helloooo?" S.p calls out again, walking deeper into the warehouse. Something wasn't right, it seemed a lot smaller on the inside.

She stood in what she thought was the middle of the warehouse, when she heard a crash behind her, making her jump and her wings spread out instinctively.

It was the doors.

They slammed shut.

Breathing heavily, she looked all around her, trying to find what or who shut the doors.

Nothing. This place was empty.

Was.

Cause the next thing S.p heard was a gun cock.

"Freeze!" Yelled the stranger.

S.p froze, and slowly turned around to see the person. It was a young man in a basketball tank top, with blond hair that faded to dark brown, he also had raccoon ears that were also blond. He had two different colored eyes. To S.p his left eye was red, and his right eye green. He also had bandages wrapped all around his arms down to his hands boxing style.

There was a moment of silence between the two, both of them were scared, you could see it on their faces, but neither were backing out.

“Who the heck are you??” S.p finally said, slightly cringing at how loud she was. To be fair, she couldn’t quite hear herself over her thudding heartbeat.

The boy looked confused and lowered his gun slightly, “Who the heck are you?”

“Um, I asked first?”

The man sighed and his ears went back in annoyance, “...Toby,” He raised the gun again, “Now it’s your turn,”

“M-my name’s S.p!” She exclaimed, forcing back as much stuttering as she could.

Toby put his gun down and into his holster, “The hell are you doing out here?”

“I could ask the same to you, but I’m just a delivery person!” S.p exclaimed, sounding more enthusiastic than she felt.

“Well, I’m here on a search for a friend that went missing,” Toby said, looking around as he talked,  “You didn’t happen to see to douche-y lookin’ dude around, have you?” Toby asked sarcastically.

S.p shrugged, “Just you so far,”

“Fuck you,”

“Hey! That wasn’t an insult!” S.p said, finally calming down a bit, she thought for a moment, “Hey, maybe we can help each other,”

Toby’s ears perk up and he tilts his head, “How so?”

“Well, we’re both looking for someone, and I have a feeling that they’re both in the same place,”

Toby hesitates, “I- well… Fine, it’d be better than searchin’ this hell hole alone, I guess,”

S.p grinned, “Cool cool! Let’s get movin’ then-” There was a small crash, making both of them flinch horribly. Toby got his gun back out, which was still cocked. S.p listened very carefully for what made the noise

There was nothing but silence.

Toby ears twitched and moved, also trying to find any sign of something weird.

Soon enough they heard another quiet bang.

“That way,” Toby whispered, as he walked in the direction of the noise, S.p following close behind, clutching the boxes close so they wouldn’t make a lot of noise.

The two found themselves at the back wall of that room, carefully approaching a door that was slightly open. Toby hesitated, but reached out for the door handle.

A crunch made him stop.

S.p had stepped on something, slightly panic-y she lifted up her foot to see what it was, it was just bag. The both of them sighed in relief. S.p quickly picked up the bag and put the boxes in it, ‘It’ll be quieter, and safer for the boxes!’ she thought to herself.

Toby rolled his eyes, before opening the door slightly and looked inside, “No one’s in there,” He whispered, before motioning for S.p to follow as he went in.

Both of them couldn’t help it but stand still for a moment, surveying the room.

It was a long hallway at a slight angle going down. It was looked as if someone had looted it; Bookshelves looked like they were thrown, paper, bags, and all sorts of stuff scattered on the floor, and there was a random stove flipped over and scratches all around it, yet nothing seemed missing. The chaos of the hallway went until it was too dark to see tdown the hallway.

Once they got a good look, they continued onward.

“It’s like someone was looking for something,” S.p whispered.

Toby’s ear twitched, “They still might be,” he said as he pushed a button that was on top of his gun, it turned on a flashlight that was built into it, it gave off pretty decent light.

But it revealed that there were smears of bright color on the walls, that and a ton of scratches. S.p gulped and wishfully assumed it was paint.

The farther they walked the more narrow the hallway got, and the more empty it was too, except for the constant scratches and color. It couldn’t even be called a hallway anymore.

“What… is this?” Toby said, “Why would a warehouse have this?”

“It’s a hide-away tunnel,” S.p said as she got nervous, she recognized this sorta thing from her mom, and things involving her didn’t always end well. The familiar concrete walls made her breath catch in her throat.

“How do you know?”

“I-... just do,” S.p said, doing a little fake shrug.

Not really satisfied with the answer, Toby looked back forward. S.p could feel the tension in the air, neither of them really trusted each other, but Toby seemed a lot worse.

So why not break the ice a little?

“What’s your friend like? Apart from being a douche,” S.p asks.

Toby thought for a moment, his ear twitching, “He… was very full of himself, although I’ve always thought of that as a better than when he lacked self esteem,”

“Call that ‘growth’ where I’m at,” S.p said light heartly.

Toby had a sliver of a smile on his face, that is until he stepped into a pile of something, with a unsatisfying ‘glorp!’, “Ugh! Gross!” He cursed as he quickly stepped out of it, “The fuck is this??”

S.p looked at the pile, it wasn’t shit, it was the same rainbow stuff they had seen on the walls, “It kinda looks like, puke almost…” She mumbles to herself.

He grunts before pointing ahead at more puddles/piles, “Lookat this, there’s tons of it! What sick freak pukes rainbow till their lungs go out??”

“W-whatever lives there, probably,” S.p whispered in horror. The two of them reached the end of the tunnel, it led to a large, empty room. They stood at the entrance in awe, it was massive!

Slowly, Toby put himself in a battle ready stance and walked into the room, S.p reluctantly following behind. Their steps echoed off the walls, if there even was any, the room was pitch black, except for Toby’s light, which basically only revealed more puddles of colors on the floor.

Breathing began to get harder for S.p, her heart was racing so hard that if you listened close enough, you could hear it clear as day.

They heard a slither behind them, Toby pointed his gun in that direction, but saw nothing.

“What are you doing here?” A voice called out, it sounded cold and unwelcoming, it’s voice boomed and echoed off the walls.

Another slither went behind them, they stood back to back to each other this time.Toby was aiming his gun at basically everything and S.p was scared stiff.

“Have you come to take my prey?” It called out again, in a more mocking tone. Now the slither sounded like it was rounding them.

“Show yourself!” Toby yells out. His, light caught the end of something.

A tail?

Not just any tail, a snake tail.

S,p was already shaking horribly, but even Toby started to buckle under the stress. They felt a presence loom over them in the dark.

With shaking hands, Toby followed the tail up, and soon met a menacing face, glaring down the two.

S.p couldn’t help but gasp and hide behind Toby, making the figure laugh.

“My my~ What are two children doing here?”  They asked, leaning down to get a better look at them. Their face was half human, half reptile, with scales decorating their face. Their eyes looked just wrong enough to send chills down Toby’s spine.

“You know, it’s rude to enter my home without permission,” They continued, getting closer. Now their eyes were in the light, which reflected off their pupils in dozens of colors. You could see color dripping from their mouth onto their chin.

“In fact,” Their tail shuffled, revealing that the part of the tail that was still hidden in the dark was holding two people who were tied up, “I was in the middle of something~”

Toby looked at one of the people and gasped, “Jake!” He looked back up at the creature while it laughed, “Give. Him. Back.” He growled.

“Or what? You’ll kill me?” They said as their laugh became maniacal.

Suddenly they slammed the people hard into the two, sending all four of them flying. Toby’s gun went flying too, leaving them all in the dark.

As quickly as she landed, S.p got up panting, “T-Toby?!?!” She called out breathlessly.

Slithers and echos of laughs from all around made her head spin. In a panic, she focused her energy into her right hand, and shot a lightning bolt into the dark. It lit up the room for a moment, and it was enough to see Toby’s gun.

Instinctively, she started to dash for it. Just as she grabbed it she was pulled back by her feet, making her chin collide and drag on the floor. Then she was held up in the air, the creature’s tail wrapping itself around her and letting the blood drip onto her face, she couldn’t even shoot the gun if she wanted to. They laughed as she struggled.

She couldn’t breathe.

She was panicking.

Then, animal instinct took over.

Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out.

That’s all her brain told her.

She sank her teeth as best she could into their tail. And refused to let go, even after they had basically dropped her.

Then she held onto their tail with all her might and released all that energy and electricity with a powerful scream. You could see their shadows on the walls from the light it emitted. The creature screamed in pain and convulsed, which knocked S.p off and onto the floor. Practically knocked out from the drain

The creature twitched and convulsed still, struggling to catch its breath. When they heard the footsteps of the others, they growled and skittered away.

In the corner of S.p’s eye, she could’ve sworn she had saw natural light, but at this point the world was spinning, so she couldn’t really be sure.

Toby came running up to her first yelling, “Fuckin’ hell, dude! Are you alright?!” S.p only whimpered in response, before passing out completely, “Shit!” Toby exclaimed, “Hey, Jake, other dude! Help me out here!”

Running up came two dudes; Jake, a young man who looked about Toby’s age, he always wore his signature red hat, even in dark times like this. The other without a name was a rather old fella, in a now ruined cleaning suit, he had a badge on him that said ‘Finoe’ on it, so that must be his name

Jake quickly got to work, helping Toby carry her on their shoulders, they struggled, though, carrying someone knocked out is harder than you think.

The other dude ‘Finoe’ was clearly in shock; shaking knees and wide eyes, but he spoke up in a whisper, “Do you… know her?”

Jake looked over at Toby and tilted his head, Toby sighs, “Not really,”

“Then who the heck is she?” Jake asks.

“A delivery person, and your hero,” Toby stated blankly, “In fact I saw the bag right about there,” He says as he points his flashlight-gun at the ground, showing the two boxes in perfect condition.

Finoe quickly ran over to it and scooped the boxes up carefully, “This… This is what that thing was after,”

“Well what is it?”

“It’s... A form of magic dust, that thing made order some for it,”

Jake blinked, “Oooooh, that’s the stuff that powers your gun, right B?” Toby simply nodded, then Jake continued, “But why would it need it so bad it made you order it?”

Finoe visibly shivered, “It has drug like properties when consumed, it’s why you can only order one at a time, I had to use two names,” He sighs, “I’ve never wanted anything to do with this damn powder in my life-”

“Well,” Jake interrupted, “Like I said, we use that stuff for our own things, it’s our job, we could take it off your hands!”

Finoe thought for a moment, “When we leave, I’ll give it to ya,”

And with that, they off up the tunnel, to safety.

…

…

…

S.p woke up to soft sunlight and back pain, as soon as she tried to get up, someone pushed on her forehead gently and kept her down.

“You’re hurt, stay down,” S.p quickly realized who it was, it was Toby! A wave of relief washed over her, and she calmed down a little, that is until Jake popped up right by her.

“Hey, you’re not dead!” Jake exclaimed, making S.p flinch, “Hey so ummmm, the dude over there - His names’ Finoe- he’s cools, said that he knew someone who’d come pick us up and help us, so he had to borrow your necklace thingy, sowwy,”

“Normally I’d say if someone said that, it’s a scam, but he’s proven himself, I guess,” Toby added on. S.p couldn’t help but giggle at that, Toby seems so much different when he’s not serious. S.p eyes trailed to the floor though, and saw that Toby’s leg was wrapped up too, she also noticed he had a raccoon tail that was blond with dark brown rings, dang, how’d she miss that?

She went to speak but her throat was practically killing her, she had to hold it as she spoke, and the only thing she could really get out was a simple, “Wha-?”

Jake shook his head, “Yea no, I don’t think you’ll be talkin’ for a while, you screamed SUPER loud when you were shockin’ the fuck outta that snake beast thing-”  he got super close to her face, “By the way- that was epic, how the hell did ya do that??”

“She’s just got the witch’s blessin’,” Finoe said, walking over to the group, “Anyone in that family is bound to have some strange power,” He holds out S.p’s necklace, “Here, I had to borrow it to make a call,” S.p nods and puts the necklace back on, tucking it into her shirt once again.

Then there was awkward silence between the four of them.

“So, Finoe, what exactly is this place?” Toby finally asked, breaking the silence.

“Hm? Oh! This was my lil personal research area, that place next door was what I was observin’,” Finoe said happily, “Also, there’s no need for formalities, call me Fin,”

“Wait, the area next door? That...blob?” Jake asks and tilts his head.

“Exactly! It’s an anomaly, and Ms. Timara asked me to observe, at a safe distance of course,”

“Heh, overshare much? How do you know we’re not some enemy to her?” Jake snarks, Toby hits him on the back of the head.

“Well,” Fin points at the badge that Toby was wearing, “All fetchers wear that sorta badge, and I know it’s not the most fashionable, so no one’s wearing it willingly,” Toby looked away sheepishly. Fin then pointed to S.p, “And this lovely lady is quiet well known considering she’s paired with Timara’s A-rank, Molly-”

“WHAT?!” Both the boys yelled out, it made Fin jump and S.p covered her ears at the sudden noise.

“So that’s why she could do that, holy shit!?” Jake jumps up and really gets in S.p’s face, she’s visibly uncomfortable, “That’s sick as fuck!” Toby tugs on his shirt, forcing him back a few steps.

Holding her throat again, S.p speaks up, “I’m just…..C-ra...rank” she croaks. Her ears drooped a little at the sound of her voice.

Jake had sparkles in his eyes at this point, “Um and?? You’re being trained by The T and her almost top class, like yo! That’s epic!”

“It’s definitely quite a high place to be at your rank,” Toby adds on, Jake nods furiously.

Fin playfully nods as well, “Yes ind-” He’s interrupted by the fwoom of smoke, and the overwhelming smell of lavender. The four of them turned to where the smoke is coming from. Out from the shadows of smoke came the one, the only,

Madame Pink. With her fan in hand over mouth, she gracefully glided from the smoke.

And her ghost ferret-like familiar came from the smoke as well, looking alert until it finally saw S.p. Then it rushed over and tackled her like a puppy would, licking her face in excitement. S.p giggled and pet the lil ferret, soon it decided to just wrap itself around her like a scarf, back legs on one shoulder, front on the other.

“Hi, aunt,” S.p manages to say, putting a grin on her face.

Madame looked over at S.p and gasped, looking dreadfully worried, she quickly rushed closer to S.p, kneeling to get a better look at her, “Goodness dear! I knew you weren’t in best of shape but...” She quickly shook her head and sighed, “It can be fixed,”  She gets back up and turns to Fin, “Thank you for letting me know of this Fin,”

Fin nods, “Thank ya’ kindly dear, although you must thank these boys though, they were the ones that got her out,”

Madame looked over at them with a harsh but not mean stare, “Is this true?” They both nod, Jake keeps glancing back at the ferret, which is eyeing him down. You can’t see her mouth, but you can tell that Madame is smiling,” Well then, it would be rude to not heal you all as well,” She walks towards the exits, and motions for them to follow, “Come along now~”

Like little kids, Jake, Toby, and S.p followed close behind like little ducks, talking about how cool Madame is and talking more about themselves, (Well, S.p tried to anyways…) and Fin walked at a decent pace behind them.

In a fwoof of smoke, Madame sends everyone to her home to be healed.

This was the start of a pretty weird B-team, but no one was complaining, so we’ll just have to see what adventures they get into next.

The end!

WOWZA THATS A LOTTA WORDS

AND A LOTTA LORE

WOOP I TRIED, TANKS FOR READING

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