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suzukiblu · 3 months

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WIP excerpt: Danny goes to Gotham and meets a dead Robin.

There are options for ways to approach an unfamiliar ghost–especially a baby ghost, and from the look of him Robin can’t be more than three or four years dead, if that–but since Robin is a superhero, Danny takes the obvious one. He sticks Tucker’s ghost-proof GPS into his chest or a pocket dimension or some cross between the two and then he glides down through Gotham’s smog and starlight and lets the invisibility and intangibility drop to give the kid a light little greeting swat. Very light–it only knocks Robin halfway across the roof he’s racing across. Which might be a little patronizing, but sue him, the kid is tiny.

Lady Gotham croons, mournful and adoring, and her Robin tumbles through a roll and pops up alertly out of the bat-winged shadows that surround him, doing a perfect flip to land right on top of one of the gargoyles at the edge of the roof. His eyes are wide and white-lensed behind the domino mask, and the moment he sees Danny he laughs.

stranger stranger, careful careful, gonna tell my daaaaad, Robin’s core sing-songs, bright and shiny and secure in that threat, and Danny’s mouth quirks in wry amusement. Yeah, definitely a baby ghost. But it’s nice to see Batman’s kid feels safe with him even dead; is still confident in his protection no matter what. Apparently Batman is a little more down with ghosts and spirits than Danny’s own parents started out, but really, of course he is. He is Lady Gotham’s boytoy, after all.

show me what you’ve got, Danny hums back through his own core–the traditional ghost-introduction for any haunt, even with a baby ghost. Honestly, it’s more impressive a ghost this young has a haunt, but given how thoroughly Lady Gotham’s favor surrounds him, it’s not exactly a surprise either.

Danny’s surprised Robin ever managed to die at all, though, considering how much Lady Gotham loves him.

Robin springs forward across the roof and Danny side-steps his attack and tries to trip him, but Robin flips right over his leg sweep and throws a fistful of–what are they, batarangs, Danny guesses? batarangs, sure–right at his face. Danny goes intangible because he just does not have the reflexes to dodge that from this close, but the second he phases back in gets a double kick to the gut.

Robin is definitely a trained fighter, yeah. A trained fighter with experience.

Nice, Danny thinks, and grins as he zaps a tangle of tiny ecto-blasts at the kid in playful mimicry of those batarangs of his. Robin cartwheels out of the way and then darts in low and leaps up into Danny’s face.

Very nice.

Danny inspects Robin’s core thoughtfully as the kid tries to roundhouse-kick his head off his shoulders with another bright, cackling laugh, which is frankly adorable, and it’s actually really impressive? Like–Robin is a surprisingly strong ghost for his age, glowing with faith and shining like a beacon in the dark, and since Danny’s never heard anyone call him a ghost before, he’s gotta at least be strong enough to manifest in a way where he can pass for human when civilians and other heroes are around.

Which, understandable, really. Danny would also not let anyone know his kid was a ghost if he were Batman, after the Anti-Ecto Acts debacle and how long that’s been taking to clean up. Tall Dark and Paranoid would never let the government know his baby was dead, with that kind of nonsense going on.

He smashes the kid into the roof–gently, because he doesn’t want Batman getting the wrong idea if he’s in the area, but also not too gently because he doesn’t want to offend Robin by giving him the impression that he’s not taking him seriously. Robin yelps, then kicks him in the chest with both feet and actually knocks him back while simultaneously using him as a springboard to flip backwards and get some distance.

Talk about parkour, damn. Danny really is impressed.

not bad, he lets his core rumble approvingly, because Jazz has had some things to say about encouraging the baby ghosts–Jazz has a lot to say about encouraging the baby ghosts, in fact–and Robin’s thrums with laughter and delight and too slow too slow, keep up! Then the kid darts forward again, ducks under his arm, and twists around to elbow him in the back of the head. Danny lets out a snort of laughter and throws him off the roof. Robin laughs, and all those bat-winged shadows embrace him as he vanishes in a twist of the dark.

Not even the shadows. The dark.

Danny is definitely impressed, yeah.

#wip: danny goes to gotham and meets a dead robin #dpxdc #long post

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omnipotent-omnicube · 8 months

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saw a post mentioning the cameras that show up in some of link click and felt compelled to ramble abt symbolism

here's what i'm talking abt btw

i'm gonna be completely honest and say that first off i thought it was just a stylistic choice to include an older type of camera. however i had only initially seen it in the wallpaper and wasn't really aware that it had shown up multiple times so that's why i kinda thought of this

so the camera that shows up a type called a twin-lens reflex camera, or a TLR for short. it's named for it's double lenses ("twin-lens") and the fact that it has a mirror inside ("reflex"). it was used for quite a while, but they dropped in popularity with the development of single-lens reflex (SLR) cameras, (and later digital single-lens reflex cameras, or DSLR)

this is what a real-life TLR camera looks like:

the way they work is quite simple -- there's two lenses of the same focal length (which determines how much the image is magnified).

the top lens is in front of a mirror at a 45 degree angle, and the viewfinder is on top of the camera. you look down through the viewfinder, and you see what is visible through the top lens

the bottom lens is in front of the shutter, so when the shutter button is pressed, the shutter releases and the film behind is exposed to whatever light shines through the bottom lens, thus capturing your image

here's a diagram:

now TLRs come with their disadvantages -- pretty much any kind of camera does. one significant disadvantage, which isn't present with an SLR camera, has to do with the parallax, or the displacement or the image due to different lines of sight. have you ever crossed your eyes and seen double? that's an example of parallax

when you take a photo with a TLR, the image that you see vs. the image on film is different because there are two different viewpoints: the top lens, which is what you see, and the bottom lens, which is what the film captures. this often ends up making the photo slightly lower than where you thought it would be. in a more extreme circumstance, there could be something only visible through the bottom lens -- like, say, a fly lands on it. you wouldn't be able to see the fly through the top lens if it's sitting on the bottom lens

now, back to symbolism. there are three things that this can symbolize or imply: 1), how we are being kept from the truth and 2), a different timeline, and 3), the varying perspectives between cxs, lg (and possibly li tianxi, by extension)

point 1. like i said, with a TLR you can't truly see the final image whilst photographing. as the series goes on we continue to realize just how much is being hidden from us. what we are seeing is real (within the link click universe); we're not being fooled by the narrative. this narrative does in fact exist, but it's not the true narrative -- the true narrative is what is seen through the bottom lens, what is captured on the film

point 2. the two lenses represent two universes or two timelines. both what is seen through the top and the bottom lens are true viewpoints; the only difference is one actually dictates what is set in stone -- from a timeline perspective, the definitiveness of the film could represent the key nodes. after all, whatever light is captured in the film cannot be taken back, and whatever key nodes is passed cannot be reversed. by extension, while there is a difference between the two views (and the two timelines), they cannot differ too much. after all, the lenses are still very close to each other. the lenses are bound close together by their structure; the timelines are bound close together by their key nodes

point 3. this is more related to parallax. because of the two lenses, there is parallax, a displacement. one lens is one person's view, while the other lens is the other's view. the story uses parallax as a metaphor -- the easiest way for me to explain it is how in season 2 episode 6, when reviewing the case with liu lan and li fan's deaths, captain xiao remarks that it was a domestic violence case where liu lan killed li fan (and was later killed herself), while cheng xiaoshi, after living through the event as li tianxi, reveals that the truth that liu lan was being abused and attacked li fan out of defense. that represents a type of outsider/insider metaphorical parallax. in a broader sense, currently, we have seen the majority of the series through cheng xiaoshi's POV, with only a few moments of lu guang's actual POV. every time we come close to seeing his POV, it's yet again obscured. we know a lot about cheng xiaoshi -- we know the extent of his ability (or, at least what he knows abt the extent), we know what he experiences in the photos, we know his past. we hardly know anything about lu guang. because of that, the story itself is experiencing a displacement of views -- we only see it from cheng xiaoshi's view, and therefore cannot fully determine what the story is about. because of cheng xiaoshi's unawareness of the full story, we're reaching a blind spot with his view. the only way to overcome this is by seeing lu guang's view -- then, we can view the full story, and eventually, the truth

anyways sorry for rambling. i had to be a nerd about photography for a little bit

#link click #link click spoilers #sgdlr

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kereqevupa · 2 years

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vi-trying-to-survive · 3 years

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Dancing Dreams

Peter Parker x f! Reader

Warnings: Angst and Fluff, like combined 💕💕💕 ... I think -- Also light swearing.

Summary: Peter meets (Y/N) on her rooftop after his identity has been revealed to the world.

A/N: This makes me sad, but I was feeling angsty, so I guess here we are. 🥲💕💕 I hope you like it though, and please feel free to leave requests if there's anything you want me to write in particular. 💕💕💕

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The rooftop was dark that night, the soft sounds of the city bounced around, usually they brought her comfort, but today they created a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. The stars glittered in the sky, so far away, so free of care, wishing that she scoop him away from the awful, unappreciative citizens. Felling tears fall down her face, she quickly wiped them away with the back of her palm, thinking about what happened, that afternoon. ———

She felt the edges of her mouth curve upwards into a grin, spotting the contrasting red and blue suit flying and flipping through the air, before landing on the streetlight where she leaned, climbing down to look at her. She could feel his beaming smile through his smile, having memorized the way the skin at the edges of eyes would crinkle as his cheeks rose, tinted a light crimson. Not even panting a little, the lenses of his goggles widened as he gazed at her, “how was that?”. Trying to stifle her smile, she crossed an arm across her chest, resting the other on it, tapping her finger on her chin thoughtfully, “I don’t know”, laughing as he tilted his head slightly, sensing the pout that had formed on his face. Curling her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer her, as he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, the sounds of the busy streets and honking cabs faded into background, bringing her lips to his ear, “Well if you really want to know”, she whispered, clutching onto him a little tighter, “Spider-Man has become a lot more impressive now that I know who’s behind the mask”. Chuckling he pulled her closer into a hug , closing the gap between them, allowing her to lay her head in the crook of his neck. After a few second, he pulled away, fixating his gaze on her, admiring the way the cool summer breeze blew her hair around, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, knowing that wasn’t for the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, instead it was for Peter Parker, Star Wars geek and robotics nerd. Snapping himself out of his daze, he cockily leaned his face inches away from hers, questioning teasingly, “are you ready?”. She giggled softly, “as I’ll ever be”. Copying her laughter, he tightened his grip on waist, making her adjust her hold on his neck, declaring as he raised his arm up to air, “well you better hold on tight”, a white string of web shooting out from his wrist, attaching to one of the glossy, reflective skyscrapers that surrounded them, pulling the the up into the air, her legs reflexively wrapping around his waist securely. He yelled excitedly as they zoomed through the air, adrenaline pumping through his veins, never once loosening his grip on the screaming girl that had tucked her head into his neck, clamping her eyes shut.

“Peter- Peter- don’t let go-“, she mumbled into his neck, clutching him tighter, like an aggressive koala, “Peter please don’t let go-“. He laughed at her reaction, “come on baby, it’s not that bad”, curling their figures so he could do a double flip, shooting another web to catch them as they dropped, as she released another shriek. “Baby you’re gonna love this trick” he yelled, above the drowning noise of the air in their ears, swinging them higher in the air, letting go of her waist, but keeping his grip on her wrist, so that they cut through the air sharply as they fell. “Peter- oh my shit-“, she shrieked, as he grabbed her waist again promptly securing his grip, as she practically clamped herself around his body, making him laugh at her reaction.

After a few more swings, he softly landed on top of a building in the middle of Times Square, (Y/N)‘s legs still wrapped around his figure, head hidden away in his neck, refusing to open her tightly clamped eyes, “no Peter”, she declared, gripping him tighter, “I’m not letting go”. Her statement wasn’t exactly true, seeing as about 15 minutes later, she let her feet touch the hard concrete of the ground, sighing into his ear, “sweet, sweet land”, earning a laugh from him.

Her hands moved down to his back, tugging him closer to her, closing the gap between them, her heart finally calming down, “even though I thought I was gonna die”, she giggled, using a hand to lift the mask up slightly, “it was still pretty cool”. Tilting her head up, faces inches away from each other, lips just about to connect, only to be interrupted by a booming voice surrounding them, turning to face the bright LED screens around them to find that they all lit up with pictures of Peter, not Spider-Man, Peter Parker, recognizing Quentin Becks voice as it blared through the speakers, “Spider-Man’s real name is Peter Parker”. The pair turned to stare at each other in shock, as people started pointing and staring at them from the streets like they were another tourist attraction on display.

——— She sighed softly, leaning her elbows against the brick wall, that stopped people from dropping off the top of the building, throwing her head into her hands, her heart pounding anxiously as she waited for her boyfriend. A few minutes later, she saw a shadowy figure slicing through the air, landing with a thud behind her, spinning around she ran up to him, curling her arms around him tightly, as his did the same around her waist, gripping tightly, wishing she could reverse time for him. She felt her heart ache as the edge of her shirt became wet with his tear, making her pull back slightly so she could take a proper look at him. His eyes were puffy and red-rimmed, wells of large tears at the sides of his eyes, skin stained with them, making her hand reach out to cup his cheek, gently wiping the trails away with her thumb, as he leaned into her touch, searching for that warmth that left his body earlier in the day.

Moving her hand to the nape of his neck, gently tugging at the short strands, moving closer, making the gap between their bodies' disappear, so that he could lean his head on hers, softly asking, "what now?". He sniffled a little, shattering her heart into even smaller pieces, "I- I- I don't know", more tears falling down, reforming the wet lines that had dried earlier, as she found that her cheeks started to become damp too, matching the streams on his skin, his usually light tone, now heavy and unsure, "just- can we-I just want to pretend like this didn't happen". Still holding onto her tightly, trying to ignore the hurtful words plastered everywhere across the city, newspapers, magazines, the Internet, he wished that it was just them, moving his face towards her, connecting their lips, as she answered instantly, kissing back with fervor. Breaking the kiss, as more tears fell, his wide eyes stared at her, "dance with me", he whispered, voice shaking with emotion, "pretend that the world doesn't exist".

Nodding her head, she tenderly tugged his body closer, interlocking her hands behind his neck, so close that they were practically hugging, tucking her head into the crook of his neck, placing a delicate kiss on the exposed skin. He responded by resting his head next to hers, sighing softly at the touch of her lips, closing his eyes as she began to sway their bodies, humming a soft tune, imagining a perfect world, letting the tears flow freely, hoping that the wells would dry up soon. She continued the rhythm that they had created in their steps, gently muttering into his skin, "it'll be ok", repeating the phrase over and over again, like a mantra, hoping that it would make it true, "we'll be alright".

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mademoiselle-swan · 3 years

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Heist

The Constellation

Izuku is hard pressed to stop vibrating from excitement as he shifts his mask to cover the lower half his face.

It’s dark grey, made from the same material as Shouta’s scarf and fitted with a voice modifier, a filter that will protect him from most poisons and gases and a sound cancelling device that he can turn on and off with a few precise gestures of his tongue. That last feature required him to pierce his tongue, but he doesn’t mind, it’s pretty badass looking.

When he’s sure that the mask is in place, he moves onto the goggles, slipping them onto his face reverently.

“Welcome back, Izu-kun.” Drawls an all too familiar smooth female voice in his ear as the lenses of the google light up, now showing an interface with countless options appearing in his peripheral vision.

“It’s good to be back, Scales.” He chokes out as he tries to suppress the tears already stinging his eyes. S.C.A.L.E.S was his father’s personal AI, though now he guesses it’s his AI now. His father was, and still is, a genius, creating his own support items and forming a network of contacts all over Japan, most of whom still owe him more than one favour.

The next few minutes are spent configuring the interface of the googles to better fit him and what he was about to participate in. Even with his mind occupied he can feel the nervousness pool in his stomach. Tonight is a big night for him. After all he’s been helping with the planning of Nemuri and Miko’s heists for a while now, but this is the first time he’ll experience putting said plan into action as Nedzu suggested he do. Done playing around with Scale’s interface, Izuku assesses his outfit in the full length mirror hung in the wall next to his door. Along with the mask and goggles, his outfit consists of a pair of black, armoured pants. Made from a quirk produced type of fabric that’s unique to said quirk, the pants and the fitted long sleeved, hooded shirt paired with them are lightweight and flexible, all the while being knife, bullet, fire and acid resistant. On top he’s wearing a long trench coat with a high collar he’s left upturned.

Izuku jerks when someone knocks on his door. It has a lot of pockets he’s already filled with as many things he could think of that might be useful, and is helpful when it comes to dissimulating the knifes hidden all over his body. To complete the outfit he wears black gloves designed to allow him to climb any surface, black shoes and a sleek black watch.

“Come in!”

The door opens to reveal Shouta in his villain garb, scarf a solid black instead of the grey one he was wearing the day they met, guns and knifes strapped to different parts of his body. He looks dangerous, and deadly even as he ruffles his hair and eyes his goggles with interest.

However Izuku refuses to elaborate on them, not yet, and to his relief his adoptive dad lets the matter go, pulling him into a hug. He fights his instinctive reflex to stiffen, melting into the embrace that smells of coffee and gunpowder. Shouta will not be participating to the heist this time, having set his sights a short while ago on a child trafficking ring operating nearby.

“Good luck out there, kid.”

He nods tightly, swallowing back the grateful tears crawling up his throat.

“I’ll be fine.”

-.-

“Scales. Scan the building for any sign of life and bring up a map with their positions, please.”

“Already done, Izu-kun.”

He smiles as a three dimensional map pops up in front of his eyes, full of multicoloured dots. He grins when he notices that every single one of them is exactly where it should be.

“Thanks.” He mutters as he starts typing at lightning speed, hacking into the security system with relative ease thanks to the USB key Miko managed to plug into one of the computers earlier today. His watch doubles as a holographic projector that can even project a keyboard he can actually use. It’s really helpful since hacking is one of his main skills.

“Pretender, are you in position?”

Familiar, manic giggling fills his ears. “You bet, Mind-kun!”

“Stay in character, Miko.” Scolds Necchan and he grins at the mumbled apology that rings through the com. “Zu, how’s it going?”

“Almost there, Necchan.” He grins victoriously as he finally gains access to the entirety of the museum’s security system. “And… done! Security system neutralized for the night!”

Next to him Nightmare grins ferally, her upper face covered by a gorgeous, black, bird themed carnival mask that earned her the name Nightingale by a few of her fans.

He’s thankful for his mask when she starts producing large amounts of her infamous sleeping gas. Said gas is instantly sucked in by the ventilation system they’re standing right next to.

With a grin, Izuku watches through the surveillance cameras as the guards slump to the ground one by one, dead asleep.

“Well, that’s our cue. Let’s go.”

-.-

Izuku has to resist the urge to laugh breathlessly as he and Miko landed next to the display case of one of the first editions of Endeavor’s hero costume. Tonight their target was an Endeavor museum in Mustafu that was earning the number two hero millions. This hero suit in particular would earn them a lot of cash, if Giran, who had contacted Nemuri about in the first place on behalf of a client, was to be believed.

“My oh my, I should’ve expected to find a beautiful creature such as yourself here tonight.” Izuku glances over his shoulder and stares at the tall, mustard yellow trench coat clad man standing just a few meters behind him, Miko and Nemuri. The stranger is wearing a full face mask and a hat adorned with colourful feathers. He’s dramatically flamboyant and Izuku likes him already.

A light blush tinges Necchan’s cheeks and Izuku finds himself grinning dangerously behind his mask at the sheer amount of blackmail he’ll hopefully be able to gather about his aunt tonight.

“May I let you know that you look as ravishingly gorgeous than always, my darling Daydream.”

“Compress.” Drawls Necchan, voice tinged with fond amusement as she gets up from where she’s packing gold and silver Endeavor figurines into a suitcase, her villain outfit leaving little to the imagination. He remembers blushing bright red under the cackles of Necchan and Miko the first time he saw it.

The newly identified Compress bows with a chuckle, cane in his hand. “The one and only, my lady.”

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monaisme · 3 years

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The Battle

No one had seen Peter staggering through the portal. For what they were walking into, Peter could only guess that whoever was on the other side of things was focussing more on the masses and not on some kid from Queens in a spider-suit.

His eyes widened as he tried to take in the destruction before him. Dr. Strange had said that it had been five years and that they all had to go fight; that this was a battle for the very universe.

Peter had almost thought he was joking-- and then he saw this.

The sky was grey with smoke and fires still burned in the rubble that had once been the compound. Peter was sure he recognized the Asgardian symbol still etched into the grass next to what was left of the long drive that wound its way up to the now decimated building. The labs, the training rooms—his bedroom for all those weekends with Mr. Stark… everything was gone.

He choked back his panic.

Peter had tried to explain to the wizard what was happening before they’d even left Titan, but the abrupt, “Not now, Peter. We have to go,” followed by their arrival? Yeah, he’d never gotten the chance.

And now?

Now he was going to die. He was certain of it.

A wave of nausea washed over him and Peter tried not to visibly hunch over from the pain of his body cramping. Beads of sweat dotted his brow and he’d only walked a matter of feet-- granted, it was from one planet to another, but those portals were closed now and that wasn’t the point. It was happening to him again, and someone needed to know that he couldn’t use his—

“AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!”

The hush that had fallen upon their arrival was broken by Captain America’s battle cry, and the multitude of people, aliens, and allies were suddenly surging forward in an attack like nothing Peter could ever have imagined.

He did his best to keep up. Peter was an Avenger too, after all, though he wasn’t quite sure how effective he’d be with the asthma that was now acting up with vengeance. Already he was sure it would kill him before any of Thanos’s minions could.

He felt his muscles straining—maybe even rippling as he pushed himself onward, weaving through the clusters of fighting, trying to find some way to help. A tripping up here or the retrieval of a weapon there was all he could manage but he was grateful that he could at least do that.

He paused, doubled over and trying to catch his breath. He tried squinting through the chaos as he gasped-- hoped he’d see Iron Man red through the insanity—and then he did!

Iron Man was there, firing repulsor blast after repulsor blast at the enemy and for a brief second, Peter was reminded of why Mr. Stark was his favourite Avenger. Then a mammoth of an alien came up from behind, throwing his mentor to the ground and preparing to strike him down.

Peter moved without a thought. He ignored the ache in his lungs and the pain that was amplifying through his body again as he threw his arm out and thwipped at the creature’s ankles. Peter jerked at the taut webbing with everything he could muster to no avail. He was too weak. His only hope had been...

It took a step closer, lifting its weapon to aim and then... well, it tried.

Even with the explosions and blasts around them, Peter could feel the earth beneath him shudder at the impact of its body falling to the ground and he struggled to stay upright. It looked at the bindings around its ankles, seemingly confused by what could have confined it... not that it mattered. The big-small guy from Berlin was suddenly stepping over him and crushing their enemy.

If he hadn’t been so shocked by how that had played out, it might have been one of the coolest things Peter had ever seen.

He took a second to take in the scene, the people around him, and then Mr. Stark. Air not moving through lungs right be damned, there he was, and Peter could finally get the help that he needed. “Hey! Holy cow! You will not believe what’s going on,” He paused to try and catch his breath. “You remember when we were in space? And I got all dusty? Well,” he fought to hide the wheeze. “I woke up and you were gone but Dr. Strange was there, right?” Peter’s head was spinning, but he needed to get all of this out so that Mr. Stark understood. “He was like, it’s been five years. C’mon, they need us and he started doing the yellow sparkling thing he does all the time and, oh.” Mr. Stark rushed forward and grasped his shoulders. “What are you doing?” He didn’t understand.

And his mentor, the man he’d secretly thought of as a father-figure for months—or was it really years?—pulled him into a hug.

“Oh, this is nice.” Peter melted in the embrace, feeling safer than he could remember in a long time.

Their reunion didn’t last long enough. Peter pulled back a little and opened his mouth to tell Mr. Stark what was going on when the battle encroached again and the two were separated.

It was a blur. Mr. Stark went left and Peter went right—he’d lost sight of the Iron Man suit within seconds, and still no one knew. And then, if things hadn’t already been crazy enough, the Black Panther and that Squidward guy were in a battle for that damned gauntlet... and Peter was there in the thick of it.

Searing pain shot through his legs and spine so he crouched down, trying to relieve even a fraction of it, then the ground rose up beneath him. He’d barely managed to keep his balance when the Black Panther tossed the gauntlet at Peter directly and continued on with his fight.

He couldn’t hide the shock on his face. He’d caught it and even managed to keep hold of it while the earth below him dropped, leaving him winded and spread eagle on the ground. “Aw, shit,” he coughed out as he tried to catch his breath again. He just couldn’t catch a break.

And then he noticed the silence, again.

Every eye was on him.

In a burst of genius, Peter webbed the gauntlet to his chest and shouted out, “Activate Instant Kill!” Karen complied and within a blink, his red-lensed mask was back in place and six vibranium legs extended from their hiding place. Peter uttered thanks for Mr. Stark and his ability to create something so ridiculously intuitive. The legs brought him back up to standing, but he staggered as he tried to find his footing. The suit had been incredible to use on Titan, but that was before his powers had—

The crowd of enemies swarmed.

He hadn’t moved quickly enough. His reflexes were fighting with his new limitations, leaving him with exactly zero ability to fight back against the dogpile currently punching and kicking on top of him. He felt a couple of his ribs break and he collapsed from the sheer weight on top of him as he curled around their prize. It hurt so much more for his body’s rebellion. His six legs slashed and stabbed at his attackers giving him a hell’s chance of trying to claw his way out. “Help.” Peter choked out, “Somebody help.”

He could barely hear Captain America over his comms, “Hey, Queens! Heads up!” Like a man drowning at sea, he raised his hand up above the fray and webbed hold of Thor’s hammer handle as it flew past.

He couldn’t be sure if he heard or felt the pop of his shoulder dislocating as the hammer’s momentum pulled him from the fray. All he knew was that it hurt like nothing he’d ever experienced in his life. It took everything he had left—and it didn’t feel like much—to not release. Instead, Peter grabbed onto his web with his good hand, brushed against the gauntlet still attached to him, and prayed that his strength would hold long enough to get him far enough away.

A blast from a ship overhead messed that plan up right away as it sliced through the webbing and he plummeted to the ground. He was sure he was going to die in that very moment and closed his eyes, bracing himself for an impact that never came. Someone in an Iron Man-like suit caught him by his dislocated arm and flung Peter back up into the air.

He was sure he’d screamed, even as his vision whited out from the pain, and he was sure he was airborne, even as his head had barely cleared and the wind whipped past him. That he’d landed on something that was rising and dropping in a rhythm unlike anything he could place was confusing, even as his mind began to muddle—though he thought that might be because of the fever.

Dammit! The fever had been the worst last time.

He worked to focus on his surroundings—couldn’t, and then he was falling again.

No one caught him this time.

He came to with a start and a laser focus. The earth around him was exploding and it didn’t matter that he couldn’t breathe and he couldn’t see and that his muscles were screaming out in agony and that his nerves were on fire and that he was so damned hot—all that mattered was that he do his part, ‘cuz Spider-Man was an Avenger. He couldn’t move though, it was too much for all of the weapon fire, save for closing his eyes, curling himself protectively around that damned gauntlet and waiting for the end.

Please, let this end.

And then it did.

If Peter had known to open his eyes, he’d have seen a bright light streaking through the clouds and then cut straight through the ship that had been raining down hellfire, even with his poor vision. He’d have seen the ship darken and then tilt, even as it floated above the battlefield, then crash into the hoards of Thanos’s alien soldiers, decimating their numbers. He’d have seen the streak of light slow, and then descend to exactly where he lay.

But he kept his eyes closed, hoped it would make him invisible...

Someone tapped on his shoulder.

He gasped at the shock of the touch and his eyes flew open, though he had to blink a few times to clear his vision. The dirt and dust were still settling and the grit was irritating his eyes something awful. But then he could see—crouching on the ground before him, a woman, all glow and smile.

He could have wept with relief. An ally.

He staggered as he climbed to his feet. Black spots danced before his eyes, but he fought against them, tried to take a deep breath, and then fought again the pain of his transformation and battle injuries. “Hi,” he rasped out. “Peter Parker.”

Her smile disappeared and her brow furrowed in concern. “Hey, Peter Parker. You got something for me?”

His ears started ringing then, and the earth tipped just a little to the left. He couldn’t understand, “What?”

He thought she was looking at him a little weird, which was okay, ‘cuz Peter was a little weird, but then she stepped towards him, cautious. “Peter? Can I have the gauntlet now?”

His eyelids fluttered and he could see the blackness edging in at the corner of his vision, but he knew he had to fight it. She needed something from him and it was... was...

“Peter?”

He swayed.

“Peter, I’m gonna lay you down, buddy. Okay?”

He nodded dumbly.

She placed a hand on his good shoulder for comfort, he thought, but then she was laying him down in the dirt.”

“Stark!” He heard her bark out to no one. “Something’s wrong with your kid. Get to my position now!”

He closed his eyes as the woman stood up and starting firing at something over wherever because it didn’t matter anymore. He was just gonna rest for a minute and closed his eyes and—his head lolled to the side.

“Peter!” A hand tapped against his cheek. “This is not the time for checkin’ out, kiddo. Wakey, wakey!” The hand tapped again.

“Stark, I need to get the gauntlet over to the quantum tunnel.” Weapons fire blasted over him. “Is there any way you can get that thing off of him for me?” More blasting. “I didn’t want to damage him or the suit anymore, in case...”

The tapping turned to light slaps and Peter tried to swat it away. “Nghhh.” He turned his head away.

“Hey! Peter! C’mon, kid. I need you to listen to me.”

Mr. Stark?

“We need you to switch your web settings to the solvent. I don’t know if it’s your suit or mine, but a suit is damaged and FRIDAY can’t connect to get Karen to make the switch.” He slapped again. “Pete, we need the gauntlet and can’t get it off without burning you. Are you hearing me?”

More shots and then an explosion off in the distance.

Mr. Stark muttered a “shit.” The slaps started to hurt. “We gotta do this now, kiddo. Please wake up.”

It was like he was just waiting for someone to ask nicely. His eyes widened and he gulped in air like he’d been underwater. He looked around, trying to get his bearings. “Wha’s goin’ on?” He asked, using the last of that breath.

“Thank goodness! Pete, your web solvent. Activate it. We need to get the gauntlet off of you and away, okay? Can you do that, buddy?”

Peter looked at Mr. Stark, who’d definitely been hurt since they’d last seen each other, and then at the woman standing as protector over them. He thought he understood, nodded a yes to Mr. Stark, and then whispered, “Karen, web solvent.” He knew that the change had happened. Karen never let him down—and then he moved his arm to spray and release... or tried.

Mr. Stark saw what he was doing and saw what the problem was right away. “Kid, the shooter’s damaged. You’ll need to use your other...” Mr. Stark must’ve finally noticed his other arm—and the obvious malformation at Peter’s still dislocated shoulder. “Oh. Shit.”

Even for the everything going on inside of and around him, Peter’s brain cleared enough to mutter, “Just move it and double tap.”

Another explosion, this one closer than the last one, went off and the woman looked at Mr. Stark, announced that she’d be right back, and flew off into the chaos.

It was just the two of them.

Mr. Stark looked lost as he shook his head. “I don’t want to hurt you, kid, but we don’t have time...” He gripped Peter’s limp arm and closed his eyes, like he was praying. “I’m so sorry for this.”

“I’s okay, Mr. Stark,” he coughed out. “Fix it later, ‘kay?”

Mr. Stark teared up a little, then nodded. “Yeah, kid. We’ll definitely be fixing this.” He lifted Peter’s arm and manoeuvred it so he could access the webshooters. He looked back into Peter’s eyes and said, “I’ll be quick.”

And with a nod from Peter, Mr. Stark pressed down on the webshooter and covered the gauntlet—finally releasing it from its webbed confines.

The world spun as Peter grunted through the pain of having his arm manipulated. The grunting led to coughing and, as Tony lifted the gauntlet off of Peter’s chest, the coughing became uncontrollable and turned into choking.

“Is he okay?”

The woman had returned.

“I’ve got him. Just deal with that,” Mr. Stark commanded as he handed her the gauntlet and the woman flew off.

If Peter never saw it again...

He suddenly gagged as he struggled to find a rhythm, but he couldn’t. The gagging turned to dry heaving and he could barely inhale. Peter started to panic.

Mr. Stark was right beside, but moved—shifting Peter onto his side and ignoring the lighting pain in his arm altogether as he moved him into the recovery position.

His throat tightened and then his body purged. Bile and Titan’s dust filled his throat and mouth as he tried to expel it, but he was so weak and so tired...

A hand slammed against his back, “Get it out, Peter. C’mon! Out!”

It helped, as he tried to empty himself of that other planet, and Peter thought that maybe he’d be okay until—

Muscles rippled once more and his entire body burned from the inside, out. His senses amplified it all as he could hear everything from the cries of people dying on the battlefield to crackling of flames still not burned out. Beyond the vomit and Mr. Stark’s blood, the smell of dust and ash filled his nose and he choked again as the wind sandblasted his face.

He tried to cry out.

Mr. Stark pressed firm against his back, “I’ve got you, Peter. I’m here.” He whispered, and he leaned over the boy to sweep the vomit from his mouth. “We’ll fix this, kid. I promise.”

And Peter was just grateful that he wasn’t going to die alone.

The fight was dizzying in its intensity, so he closed his eyes to the onslaught of visual stimuli. His timing was impeccable, as a flash of light bright enough to burn through Peter’s eyelids burst out from somewhere—Peter couldn’t focus on it for the pain of the overload. He writhed as though tortured.

And then the wind caught again—this time it carried with it a different ash, one he’d smelled on Titan and that he couldn’t bear to smell again. He clawed at the ground, tried to get away from the inevitable... tried to get away from the hurt and darkness and moaning and wailing and emptiness...

And then Peter finally succumbed to the nothing.

* * * * * *

“—eter! Wake up! C’mon, ki—“

* * * * * *

“—incredible! His DNA is literally rewriting its—“

* * * * * *

“The overload must have been just—“

* * * * * *

“Hey, Peter Parker, you’re pretty badass considering—“

* * * * * *

“—on his side! Bruce, grab the compresses again, now! Dammit, he’s seiz—“

* * * * * *

“—May. I know. I wish you could be here, too, but as soon as he wakes up we’ll give you a call and set up a video chat, okay?” A pause. “Yes, May, I’ll tell him that you love him.” A snort laugh. “Yes, May. I’ll give him a big kiss and tell him that he’s grounded.” Another pause. “I know, May. Do you need anything? I can have—“

* * * * * *

“—eter? Hey, kid, are you coming back to us now? I’ve waited a long time to see you, bud, and you’re making me nuts here. I can’t do another five, ‘kay?”

* * * * * *

“—don’t wake him up, Pepper. I’m telling you. Dr. Cho did some tests and it looks like he’s coming back to us. We just need him to—I don’t know? Finish cooking?”

Ms. Potts snorted. “Cute, Tony. I’m just worried that you aren’t getting the rest that you need and with everything going on now—“

“Hey, hey, hey! You know you don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine—and tired is like a perpetual state of being for me—even now that I’ve been domesticated.”

Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts laughed quietly, and then Peter was sure he could hear the sound of kissing. He groaned. Seriously? He was dying and his mentor was making out with his fiancée?

“Peter?”

He inhaled deep, trying to wake up a little more before answering, and noticed the mask on his face. He tried to bring his hand up to remove it but it caught on a—a sling? “Wha-?”

A hand pressed his arm back to his chest and adjusted the mask. “Try to be still. And no touching that, too, Pete. Dr. Cho says you need this for a little bit longer, okay?”

“Mis-er Stark?” He finally managed to open his eyes and tried to understand the monitors and equipment in the low-lit room. “Wha’ happened?” He pushed out.

“We had another go at Thanos, Roo, and this time, we won.” Mr. Stark replied, but he looked so sad—

“Mis-er Stark?” Peter remembered the battle, remembered seeing Mr. Stark bruised and bleeding. “Are you o—“ Peter’s words cut off as a jolt of pain lanced through legs and he almost cried out. He caught himself though, and tried to keep going.

Mr. Stark stopped him. “Hey, I’m okay—just worried about you right now.” He ran his fingers through Peter’s hair, pressed his hand against his still fevered forehead, “I am so sorry that you have to go through this again, Spider-Man.”

Peter didn’t know what to say to that, so he shrugged, wincing as he jostled his still bad shoulder. “It’s okay.” He mumbled. “Couldn’t be helped...”

Mr. Stark’s sadness morphed to tortured. “No, I guess it couldn’t... I’m still so sorry.”

Peter could feel the exhaustion trying to claim him again, but he was missing something. “Uhhh- is somethin’ else goin’ on?” He looked between Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts, who had stepped back a few steps to give the two heroes a moment alone.

“Everything is fine, Peter.” Ms. Potts piped in, looking far less melancholy than Mr. Stark. “Tony is just upset that you’re having such a rough time of it, but all’s right in the end and...” she looked at her watch as she dragged out her answer then looked at Mr. Stark, “I believe we’ve probably delayed telling Dr. Cho that you’re awake long enough, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to inform one of the nurses.” She smiled at the boy in the bed, rubbed at his calf affectionately as she walked by the bed, and then stepped out of the room.

It was getting difficult to keep his eyes open. “Mis-er Stark?”

The man leaned forward and pressed a tender, paternal kiss to Peter’s forehead. “Why don’t you rest for now, sweetheart. I’ll tell Dr. Cho that you fell back to sleep and we’ll talk when you’re more awake, okay?”

The smile Peter offered up was kind of goofy. “Okay—but...” Peter looked around the room. “Can you stay with me?”

Mr. Stark knew how much Peter hated the med bay— always stayed, “You know I will, Petey. I’ll always be there for you.”

Peter muttered a quick, “Thanks,” and closed his eyes.

If he’d been more alert, he would have noted the underlying tone that Mr. Stark had used... would have realized that the man was making a promise bigger than an evening.

But he didn’t, and it didn’t take long for the boy to give in to his exhaustion. He’d slept through the last stretch of his transformation the first time—and this time seemed no different, save for the injuries he’d suffered, and even they’d heal soon enough.

And as he slept, he missed the prayer that Mr. Stark offered to whatever deity would listen—that Peter would know just how much he meant it. He would be there for him, no matter what.

#fanfiction #Irondad and Spiderson #Avengers: Endgame #Non-compliant #ao3fic #OBlossom

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sneezyminniejo · 3 years

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I’m Not Going Blind

Namjoon is a photic sneezer, has been his entire life. It was very normal for him to sneeze once or twice in the morning when he turns his lights on and occasionally throughout the day if any bright lights hit his eyes.

Eventually Namjoon got curious about why he would suddenly sneeze when exposed to light, so he decided to do some research. He had learned that the common term for it was the photic sneeze reflex and snorted when he found out the scientific term was autosomal dominant compelling helio-ophthalmic outburst syndrome or ACHOO Syndrome for short. He was also extremely glad that he was fluent in English as the majority of the articles he had found were in said language.

At some point during his research, BTS' manager called him saying that something urgent had come up and he needed to come to the company building right away. Because it was simple research that he could easily get back to later, Namjoon didn't bother exiting out of the web browser and just let his computer fall asleep after he left.

Around thirty minutes after Namjoon had left, Jungkook had entered the room wanting to use Namjoon's computer because it had some higher tech editing software than what was on his own computer. He woke the computer up and was a little confused at the page he was looking at. It was some sort of scientific or medical website in English and the only word he was able to confidently make out was 'syndrome'.

Jungkook knew that he probably shouldn't be snooping into whatever Namjoon was looking up, but curiosity got the best of him. He opened up papago and had it scan the website for a translation. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when he read that it affected the eyes, bright lights can easily worsen the disorder, and one of the symptoms is sneezing. Jungkook's hyung had some rare incurable and untreatable disorder and he hadn't bothered to tell anyone. Jungkook decided he would do what he could to help his hyung out. He also decided to let the others know their leader was sick so they could all help take the load off their stressed leader.

Knowing that all of his hyungs except for Namjoon were at the dorm, Jungkook was quick to call a family meeting. They were quick to gather, but were very confused when they saw that Jungkook called the meeting and their leader was absent. "Kook, why did you call a meeting and where is Joon?" Seokjin asked. "Manager-nim called Joon for an urgent meeting." Replied Yoongi. All eyes went back to focus on the maknae. "Actually I called this meeting to talk about Namjoon-hyung. I think he's sick."

Hoseok was the first to respond. "You sure about that Kookah? I haven't noticed anything different about him that would suggest he caught a bug of some sort." Everyone muttered in agreement with Hoseok.

Jungkook looked down at his lap as he began to explain. "I went to use Joon-hyung's computer because he has better editing software than me, and he was last reading some scientific medical journal thing that was about a rare syndrome." Jungkook paused before continuing. "I got curious because he has no reason to be looking up rare medical disorders and I put it through papago to translate. It's a condition that affects the eyes, is worsened by bright lights, and one of the symptoms is sneezing. Look at the symptoms list, he fits nearly all of it" Jungkook began crying at this point as he showed them the symptoms list. "It specifically affects the red blood cells in and around the eyes. The article said something about a hemolytic response."

Jungkook waited for a response from his hyungs, but was met with silence. After another moment, he could hear one of the members curse. "Shit, that's not good Kookah. Why do you think he kept it from us?" Jimin asked worriedly. "Maybe he's afraid we'll make him step down as leader or something." Responded Taehyung. The six men spent a couple moments looking at each other before all nodding in agreement. They then spent the next several minutes discussing how to take some of the stress off their leader so his condition will hopefully not worsen as quickly.

Namjoon arrived at the dorm about an hour later. The meeting with management hadn’t been fun as he had been informed that one of the janitorial staff had been caught snooping in his studio and they needed him to move to a new one that had a better and more intricate security lock. Just as he was opening the door, the sun reflected off something that was near the door and went directly into his eye. “Heh-itshh, hi-tscciew.” He ended up kind of stumbling his way into the dorm. He muttered a couple of curses under his breath as he tried to maintain his balance. The other six heard Namjoon stumbling about after sneezing which seemed to only reinforce Jungkook’s suspicions.

At some point during the trek back to the dorm, Namjoon's contacts had started to bug him, so the first thing he did after getting into the dorm was head to his room to take out his lenses and grab his glasses. Once he was more comfortable, he decided to join the others in the living room only to be met with questioning looks.

"So how was the meeting?" Hoseok asked. Namjoon sighed as he talked about how a staff member was caught sneaking around his studio, so he's getting a new one.

Jimin was the next one to speak. "Hyung, did you get new glasses? I don't think I've seen you wear those before." Namjoon was quick to respond. "Yes I did. Last month. My prescription got worse enough that my old ones were causing too much eye strain and headaches." He paused for a moment. "Are you guys hungry? For lunch I was thinking of mak-" before Noon could finish his sentence, Seokjin cut in. "Don't worry about making food. I've got it." Seokjin got up and went to the kitchen to get started on lunch.

Namjoon didn't complain about Seokjin taking over lunch prep even though it was his turn to make lunch. The rest of the day was filled with Namjoon doing his usual things, but the other six were secretly doting on him, now convinced that the leader had some kind of illness.

The following day, all of the members had a photoshoot, and Seokjin made sure that Namjoon wore sunglasses when leaving the building. However, it had not occurred to them that camera flashes might be bright enough to cause symptoms of whatever was ailing their leader.

It only took a couple flashes before Namjoon doubled over. "Hek-tschh, hih-tiew." After the double sneeze, Namjoon shook his head as of trying to clear the irritation out of the way. The motion did not go unnoticed by the other members.

"Are you feeling okay hyung, those didn't sound particularly good?" Taehyung asked with minor concern etched into his voice. "I'm fine Taehyung-ah. It was just a couple of sneezes, nothing to worry about." However the others were worried, their profession was apparently aggravating the leader's condition, so Yoongi decided to hold a family meeting when they got home.

Yoongi told everyone about the family meeting on the car ride home. Namjoon was thoroughly confused as everyone but him seemed to know what was going on. They all gathered on the couch and gave each other expectant looks. Eventually Jungkook broke the silence.

"Namjoon-hyung, we know you're sick and hiding it from us." Namjoon was shocked at the statement and it took a moment to formulate a response.

"I'm not sick. I'm perfectly healthy. What makes any of you think I'm sick?"

Yoongi decided to answer this question, "Jungkook saw the research you were doing yesterday on some rare disorder that causes blindness or something, and told us that you had the symptoms listed in the article."

Namjoon began laughing in response to what he was told, and the others looked a bit hurt that he wasn't taking his illness seriously. "Seriously guys I'm fine. I'm not going blind. It's true that I was looking up a kind of rare disorder that I have but it's nothing serious." The others stared at him in blank confusion. "Did you use papago to translate the article?" Jungkook nodded. Namjoon chuckled a little and decided to continue explaining.

"I was looking up something called the photic sneeze reflex. All it means is that I sneeze when I'm suddenly exposed to bright lights." Hoseok sighed a bit exasperatedly before jumping up from the couch.

"Well now that we know that you're not sick and we got worried for nothing, I vote we make popcorn and have a movie night." Everyone nodded in agreement, so Jimin went to heat up the popcorn.

A few minutes later the seven members were huddled up in the living room gearing up for a mini movie marathon.

#BTS #sickfic #sneeze

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babylooneytoonz · 3 years

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Summary: Your first meeting with Sergeant Barnes wasn't exactly charming, hell, it was a disaster. And the only adjectives that came to your mind when you thought about him were words like prick, bastard and a jackass. He made your life hell, and you lived to make sure you made him suffer. And neither of you realized, how your sole mission of tormenting each other became the most important part of your life.

Warnings: Bucky Barnes continues to be an ass // Reader has finally has it // War declared

Coffee Stains - Masterlist

Coffee Stains

Your anger still lingered inside of you like a deep rooted worm, even after you had stepped into the warm soothing shower, after your encounter with whoever the fuck that man was. You were still annoyed, and you were sure as hell worried that your mood might end up affecting your performance at the training today. You stood in your room, the pads of your feet nestled onto the feathery carpet that adorned the floor of your apartment, semi dressed when you heard Friday.

"Miss Y/N, Captain is here, waiting for you."

You frowned, wondering if it was already 7 and somehow, you had lost the track of time, but you noted that it was still 6: 40 pm by the clock.

"Thank you, Friday," that was the fastest you had ever gotten into your yoga pants, pulling it over your round bum, the elastic strap stinging against your soft fleshy belly as it hit it with a slap. The towel still rolled over your hair, you ran up to the door and flung it open, only to see Steve standing there with two people you didn't know of and who were probably newbies like you.

"Y/N, how are you holding up?" Steve asked in soft voice, and somehow you found your previous anger slowly melting away.

"Great, Steve. I thought I'm late on my first day," your lips now crept upwards in a grin, and Steve just shook his head, his hand flying to the back of his head as he ran his fingers through his blond locks.

"I thought I'd introduce you to the two of them, they were the only ones I could find lurking in the recreation room, so I dragged them here."

"No, you did not, I was the one that insisted I wanted to meet the newbie," the dark haired girl just winked playfully in your direction, and you couldn't help but snort at her words when you saw Steve's face turn crimson like a cherry.

"I'm Wanda, well, people around here might call me stuff like the Sokovian witch and all that, but when they're saying that, consider it is me they're talking about." The woman threw out her hand towards you, her hand extended in a shake, and you took her hand, feeling a comfortable warmth radiating from her. Wanda then turned towards the one to her right, and smiled, "Well this one doesn't talk much, but you'll like him."

"Hello Miss Y/N, my name is Vision, and I have taken it upon myself to welcome you to our team."

"Thank you Vision, it's my pleasure." You shook his hand; the little meet and greet causing you to temporarily forget about the man; the stranger you had met in the kitchen a few minutes back.

Steve's thick voice reaching your ears caused you to turn towards him, and you saw him looking at the trio of you with a small smile playing on his lips.

"Well, I'll leave you guys to it– " He took a step away, his front turned towards you, but his steps moving backwards until he was now a good distance away, " Y/N, I will expect you to be at the training room in ten minutes." With that, his heavy footsteps retreated away, until you couldn't hear him anymore, and you were left standing with Wanda and Vision, on your doorstep.

"Around here, punctuality is the key. And in general," Vision began.

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Vision and Wanda lingered around in your apartment for the next ten minutes along with you, talking to you about the life at the Avengers Towers and how you got used to it once you had started adjusting.

"After a while, it feels like you are living with your roommates, except the fact that they all are superheroes," Wanda chuckled, as she watched you place your glasses away and pull out your contact lenses and fix them into your eyes.

Exactly nine minutes later, you left your apartment, and slowly started making you way towards the training room with your newly found friends, who you realized just couldn't stop bantering and talking amongst themselves; and it was cute, not in a way you felt left out. The three of you made your way to the fourth floor, and towards the training room when Wanda and Vision finally parted ways with you as it was time for their own training as well, leaving you alone.

It wasn't long before you reached the training room, but before you could step in, you heard muffled voices from the inside, until you strained your ears a little and an automatically induced frown found its way to your forehead.

"What's gotten you so grumpy today, Buck?"

Steve.

The other voice that replied wasn't one of the voices you really wished to hear again.

"What's with Stark hiring all the weirdos found in NYC? I can't believe my best tshirt got ruined."

"Come on Buck, it was a tshirt. And besides, I'm sure it was an accident."

"Who the hell cares what it was, if I was Stark, I would have fired her lousy ass right away."

"Buck, language."

You couldn't believe this piece of shit was still stuck over what had happened that afternoon. You couldn't say you had forgotten about it, but atleast you were acting all grown up and weren't bitching about it to anyone. And here he was, bitching around with none other than your mentor. This day was getting worse and worse, and you internally begged to call it a day and disappear into your apartment so you could peacefully spend your night curled in that soft, mushy pillows and the silken sheets.

You cleared your throat, intentionally, so you could announce your presence and as if on cue, Bucky's head snapped in your direction and his scowl widened, making him narrow his eyes at you.

"You again? The hell you following me around for? If you're here to apologize– "

Steve's eyes widened when he sensed the tension slowly rising in the room and it wasn't like he was daft. Having put the two and two together, he understood now that the person responsible for putting Bucky in this foul mood had been you, well not intentionally.

"Buck, easy. She is our newest recruit. Thank you for being on time, Agent."

Bucky took a double take, his eyes raking over you, in a very obvious way; and not in a sexual kind of a way but in a way to believe that he was truly shocked. This annoyed you even more and your fingers clenched against your sides.

"You got to be kidding me, punk. She can't even walk straight while holding a darn mug of coffee."

That's it, you had it with him taking continuous digs at you.

"You know, you deserved it. And now I wish it wasn't just coffee but something way worse. Probably horse piss," you literally spat and if it wasn't for Steve who had now fixed himself in front of you, blocking the two of you from slamming anything you could lay your hands on, into each other's faces, things would have gotten messy in the training room within seconds.

"Bucky–" he warned, his palm outstretched towards him, glaring at him, "we have to train now."

He then turned towards you, his expression reflecting a bit of disappointment in his orbs, "Y/N, I expect atleast one of you to be sensible, and if not, then cordial, he is a senior in here."

It suddenly clicked in the back of your head. You had watched the coverage of the Battle of Triskelion on TV. So, this was him, that ass, Winter Soldier. Of course, this man had issues, like really serious ones. But that didn't excuse the way he was behaving with you. But also, you knew that Steve was right. There was no point in engaging with him, so you decided to just be cordial, if it meant not having to deal with his shit anymore.

"Fine." You grumbled, almost under your breath.

Running your hand through your short shoulder length (Y/H/C) hair, you finally walked up to where Steve was standing, already in the Captain America mode now.

"Today, we'll test your hand to hand combat skills," you heard him say and you nodded your head, zoning out all the unwanted presences in the training room, although you could feel Bucky's piercing gaze on you. You knew he wanted to watch you fail, and falter but you weren't going to give him a chance.

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Sweat drenched down your face, dripping off your neck, as you shifted the weight of your body and threw out your fisted palm towards your mentor, with a sudden looping overhand, but Steve managed to block your punch, his own aim now towards your nose. Your reflexes had kicked in, causing you to duck at the right time and block his punch, at the same time managing to knock him off his feet with your foot thrown out.

Captain America was hard to beat, but so were you.

The distance had once again taken its place in front of the two of you, and the two of you were ready for another round, and you were glancing at your opponent, analyzing what he was thinking, what his next moves were. He was subdued, the weight of his body shifted to his left, his eyes narrowed at you, probably ready to attack, but you couldn't be sure; maybe he wanted you to attack first, and then he would counter you.

Suddenly, he lunged at you, his fists aimed in an attack and you had been wrong there, to study his body language, and even worse, when you let yourself get distracted when you heard a low, meenacing and annoying voice reach out to you, "Agent.. are you sure you can see Steve, because you don't seem to have your glasses on. Not that you know where to go even with them on."

Your eyes flew to him in disbelief and your mouth curved into a perfect O, making you lose your fighting stance, and your guard. Steve was already fast, and when he heard Bucky's taunt, he tried to shoot him a sharp glare for distracting you, but he couldn't stop himself, he was so in momentum, his heavy palm cracked against your abs, throwing you away, down on the mat with a force you didn't think was possible.

Steve threw his hands in the air, as he rushed over to you, kneeling down beside you, to check if you were alright, but you gave him a tight lipped smile and nodded, sitting upright, shooting Bucky a glare.

"I didn't know they taught you these cheap tactics of distracting people back at the army, Sergeant."

Bucky smiled, leaning forward slightly, so his elbows were resting against his knees, his lips stretched into what looked like an evil smirk.

"Weak people always find excuses, one way or the other. You let yourself get distracted."

He stood up, with slow steps, walking over towards you. By that time, you had lifted yourself off the mat, and your hands had flown to your hips, your neck held upright. Bucky stepped onto the mat, moving in front of Steve, who had opened his mouth in protest, but hadn't yet said anything, until Bucky was in your face, giving you a stare down.

"This is the real deal. I don't know where you came from or what you did. But this is the real deal. There will be real enemies, and they will do everything on their part to distract you. There is no room for weakness here."

Suddenly, a feeling of dread washed over you, it wasn't exactly dread, but it was something else all together, like a sudden burst of adrenaline , perhaps provoked by his words, but also because of his close proximity. You hadn't realized till that moment, and perhaps, neither had he, but he was so close, you could feel his hot breath on your face which caused your eyes to involuntarily fall over his lips for a second, and then back up, until you caught him smirking down at you, probably basking in his little mountain of victory.

You only thanked Steve inwardly, when he suddenly stepped in, breaking whatever this moment was, when he grabbed Bucky's palm and pulled him away from you, his eyes now on him, a look passing between the two of them that you couldn't decipher. Maybe it was a best friend thing between them, something only the two of them knew of.

"Buck, that's enough, she was good, and you know she was."

"I agree."

When a foreign voice sounded in the room, the three heads involuntarily snapped in that direction, only to find Sam Wilson leaning against the door, a half eaten apple in his hand, and his mouth moving as he was chewing on it.

"What?" He shrugged, his voice sounding unclear as his mouth was completely stuffed, "that was the Captain that she just fought. And I am impressed."

Your expressions softened, and a smile broke out on your lips and you nodded towards Sam, who nodded back with his eyes twinkling at you.

Bucky shrugged and finally, he let his shoulders relax, and shot you a quick look, "I don't think so. I think you just went soft on her."

You scoffed in disbelief, biting your lower lip to bite back from barking back at him and moved away from the mat to grab a chilled bottle of water that lay on a table. Your fingers worked on the bottle and at the same time, your eyes remained on Bucky, and Sam who had now joined the two of the super soldiers. You could see that Steve was trying to knock some sense into Bucky, tell him how he was just overdoing it, but Bucky just deadpanned, his glare fixed on you until he again took a dig at you, and this time you couldn't take it.

"Did it hurt? That blow to your –" He pointed his index finger towards his abs, that cocky smirk still draped over his lips, "Now maybe that's payback, for almost burning me a few hours back."

His words caused you to almost tighten your grip on the bottle, the grip so hard, the plastic of the bottle almost shrank. You took a deep breath, taking one step towards him, slowly, before your pace rose, and you were striding towards him, your eyes brewing with anger. The bottle was still in your hand, the cap laying abandoned on the table, so when you were sure you were at a close proximity from him, you tipped the bottle, letting the cold water drain through his tshirt, right on his abs, drenching him completely.

"There you go, I think it won't burn now, I feel I should have done that hours back, atleast you wouldn't be crying about it till now."

Steve closed his eyes, his palm flying to his face as he swiped his hand over his face. He knew that things were going to get murky now, and things had gotten out of hand, which is why his grip on Bucky's arm tightened. Bucky was seething, partly in rage, and partly due to a sudden flush of what he could only name as embarrassment, while Sam was openly smirking at what he had just witnessed.

A woman had managed to shut the Winter Soldier up, and how, with cold water right on his burns.

Today was a good day.

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lettrespromises · 4 years

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KISSING YOUR FEARS AWAY. - SHOTO TODOROKI.

A.N : ❝ Dear reader, I can’t tell you how much I loved writing this story so I hope you’ll like it as much as I loved putting it together. Please, please, please, can someone hug Shoto? He deserves all the hugs and the smooches in the world. As per usual, if you have the opportunity to do so, leave me your feedback! I may or may not have written this so you could forgive me for breaking your heart with the Kuroo fic. Yours sincerely, Nikki.❞ Genre : Fluff, comfort, angst if you squint. Warnings : Nightmares, crying, Endeavor (it’s a valid warning.) Word count : 2.3K. Letter object : Shoto is convinced he can’t runaway from his fate as the son of Endeavor, even in his nightmares. Well, with the help of a cup of tea, reassuring words and a few kisses, you take it upon yourself to prove him wrong.

« You were born a Todoroki, Shoto, you can’t run away from your fate. » « My blood is coursing through your veins, you can’t run from me either. » « I, the person you hate the most on the planet, am your father and whether you like it or not, you will end up like me undoubtably. »

Like him. Like Endeavor. Like his father.

A sudden cry for air broke the deafening silence of the night, as the ultimate solution to break free from the haunting voice of his father. He was everywhere— on the news, in the streets; but also in Shoto’s most personal boundaries— his school, his life, and even in his slumber. The only moment of the day where his subconsciousness is supposed to serve the sole purpose of relaxing him is shattered by Endeavor, and Shoto could tell (although it was his subconsciousness speaking in his dreams) that his father must have loved every second of it. He was gasping for air— his lungs seemed to be unable to firmly catch any ounce of oxygen, something as natural as breathing had become the hardest thing he had ever done, hell, even fighting villains appeared easier than breathing right now.

The palm of his right hand covered the flesh over his lungs, the coolness emanating from his mother’s inherited side was creating a harsh and painful contrast with the inferno which had freed its chains and was now burning Shoto’s whole respiratory system. He couldn’t help but curse at himself for not being able to control his left side, after all, it had always been what he bitterly called « the worst part of himself. » The sweat on his forehead, the trembling hands, the tears threatening to fall at any given second, the loud breaths— he cursed himself once more for appearing so weak, all because of his father.

Deep down, Shoto knew he couldn’t afford to stay the night in a room which was the bearer of all his fears. Just one glance at his room, and the sole thing he could perceive was his father’s face— the most simple objects reminded him of Endeavor. There was only one solution left, it was his favorite solution. Mustering all the strength left in him, Shoto got up and without glancing one last time behind him, clutched the doorknob until his fingers turned white to get away from his room as quickly as humanly possible. He was careful on his way though, he knew not to mix strength and loud noises— it was a beautiful contrast, both strong and quiet at the same time. After all, didn’t he embody said contrast?

If he blinked hard enough, Shoto could have sworn that the door of your room suddenly looked like the gates of heaven, and unlike his martyr of a doorknob, he carefully wrapped his right hand around your doorknob with all the tenderness he could gather. And, oh, speaking of heaven, the sight of you sleeping away in Morpheus’ arms was worthy of an angel on a painting from the Renaissance. His gaze landed upon you, and unbeknownst to him, the tears that threatened to fall earlier had just put their threat to execution— just the sight of you sleeping was enough to make him shed a couple of tears. What a contrast between his room and your own. He was so lost in the sight of your frame, so amazed by the scenery, so fond of the light of the moon reflecting upon the highest parts of your cheekbones that he couldn’t help but kneel right next to your bed and take your hand in his to convince him that you were very much real. But one thing led to another and…

« S-…Shoto? What are you-…Oh. Oh! Is everything alright, love? » If you were careful enough, you could have heard your very own heart breaking at the sight before you— Shoto hung his head low, almost ashamed, and his body language testified how afraid he was. And it was in moments like these that you were his anchor, his safe person. Your palm made its way down to his left cheek, you knew how much he hated his side of him so you swore to yourself that you would always dedicate as much attention as possible there. Your touch was so appeasing, he rested his head upon your cheek but his gaze was still fixed on his knees. He wanted to talk to you, he wanted to exteriorize all this pain that has been literally burning him alive, because he knew you had all the answers to his pains. Shoto tried, he opened his mouth… But no distinct sound came out of it. « I’ve got you, Shoto, you’re safe here. You’re safe with me, nothing will happen to you as long as I’m here. I won’t let you go. Take your time, love. » Reflex kicked, you jumped out of your bed and instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck while your legs encompassed his waist. A bunch of sweet nothings said, pecks delivered on his forehead and a couple of strokes through his hair later, the sound of his voice was finally being heard.

« I-…I’m so scared. I don’t want to be like h-him. It’s just… » he lets out a sigh he didn’t even know he was holding, and eventually let his gaze darkened by fear fall on yours which was shockingly contrasting by its gleam of reassurance, « It’s just… I-I just don’t want to be like my father. I don’t w-want to hurt you like he hurt my m-mother… » You applauded his bravery for gathering all the courage necessary to vividly talk about his emotions by planting your lips on his own, both of your palms cradled his face whilst your thumb were brushing against the surface of his skin in circular motions. Shouto had no idea how much he craved, no, he needed the sensation of the softness of your lips on his own, it was healing in a way. Although, at times, his intrusive thoughts got the best of him and made him wondered how you could be so helplessly enamored with him, the son of Endeavor.

Your hands ran down his body until they met his, then, you brought his knuckles to the height of your lips to plant a sweet peck on his knuckles. At times, you wished you could let Shoto see himself through your lenses, if only he knew the amount of love and adoration you held for him. « Shoto, love, will you come with me downstairs? Let’s drink a cup of tea together. » You kept kissing these words into his knuckles, Shoto was a bit too blunt at times, and displaying physical affection was a way to prove him how much you cared about him. You did not expect any response from him whatsoever, he hummed slightly and squeezed your hand ever so lightly as if you were made of precious porcelain to let you know that he agreed. You could only curve your lips into a smile at the carefulness of his actions. You both stood up at the same time, and let your fingers intertwined themselves with his while your thumb stroked invisible patterns on the surface of his hand.

The two cups were out. The water was boiling. The tea had now filled both of your cups. You carried the two cups in the communal living room and handed Shoto his rightfully deserved cup of tea (while being extra careful not to spill a single droplet of tea onto the ground, the sight of Aizawa-sensei’s glowing red eyes was enough to prevent you from being clumsy.) « Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate what you have done for me. » Shoto was a man of a few words but the sight of his eyes which were glistening from a sweet mix of gratitude and love was enough to melt your heart. You knew not to push the discussion any further, especially after one of Shoto’s disturbing nightmares. You were both sitting on the couch, letting the comfortable silence envelop you while you were drinking your tea. The latter was very special to you, Shoto’s sister had previously confided to you that tea actually helped to calm him down, and it was her secret weapon to make his fears fly away as a child.

Perhaps it was the tea, perhaps it was the stinginess of his eyes due to his tears, perhaps it was your relaxing presence, but Shoto’s lids felt heavy, a bit too heavy for his liking. He couldn’t find the strength to go back to his room anyway, you and Shoto were doomed to sleep on the couch. He carefully waited until you drank the last droplets of tea and set the cup on the table before you, his eyes never left your figure, as if he was scared that if he were to blink, you would magically disappear.

You were caught off-guard as you felt Shoto’s hands grab your waist and pull you down on his side. He rarely initiated any kind of loving gesture, so, you enjoyed these rare times to the fullest and always carried a smile on your face. His arms were circling your waist, his forehead was touching yours as he unraveled his true emotions which were usually always hidden behind that stoic face of his. His embrace was so reassuring to you, but to Shoto, having you cradled in his arms and his face nested in the crook of your neck was yet another way to make sure that you were here, with him, forever.

You took his face between the palms of your hands, and studied his face carefully. You could look at him for hours, days, months, and never get tired of seeing him, nor could you list one flaw about him. And thus the « let’s shower Shoto with affection » mission had begun : you delivered pecks everywhere. His nose? Check. His cheek? Double check. His forehead? Also check. His lids? Another check. His lips? Umpteenth check. But you payed specific attention to his scar, letting your lips linger a bit more on it. Shoto felt like he was floating, your touch was so divine, he couldn’t help but pay you back by delivering a kiss of his own on your lips. He finally felt at peace. His lids fluttered shut. His head was now resting on your chest, and the rhythm of his heartbeat was keeping any of his fear at bay.

« You will never be like him, Shoto. You’re your own person, a wonderful person that is. I wish I could list all your qualities but I’m not really sure if I’d have enough time. You make me feel loved like no one else, your smile can light up a whole room, your heart is made of gold and you’re never afraid to stand up for what you believe in. Baby, I’m so proud of you, you have no idea. I fell in love with Shoto before I fell in love with Todoroki. I love everything about you, even the parts you hate the most about yourself. » Shoto secretly thanked himself for having his eyes closed, or else, he was sure he would have let a tear or two slip away as your words sunk in. « I know I don’t say it enough, forgive me for that, but I love you. And truth be told, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. » He kissed these words into your skin, making sure they would stay with you at all times. You kissed the top of his head while your fingers were busy stroking his bi-colored hair.

« I love you too, Shoto. » It was simple, but it was enough for him, it meant the world to him. Your presence, your smell, your touch, your voice were all kinds of drugs he was addicted to, and to be frank, he wasn’t interested in finding a cure.

« Do you know why I now know why I will never be like him? Like my father? » The sound of his voice was almost inaudible as he pronounced the last word, not really caring to put an emphasis on someone who didn’t deserve such attention. « Tell me, baby. »

« Because I have you by my side, and as long as you’re here, I know I will never end up like this excuse of a man. » His response caused you to hold him tighter, to let him know that you were right there and you would never trade him for anything else in the world. He felt at peace, it was so soothing, just what he needed. And now your words were echoing in his mind instead of his father’s horrendous statements. Your voice was all he needed to chase all the nightmares away.

« Oh my gosh! Uraraka, quick! Come here, come here, and get your phone ready! » « Wh-… How cute! Look at them sleeping so peacefully while cuddling! Ahhh, is this what love is? So romantic! » Uraraka couldn’t help but swoon over the fairytale worthy scenery happening before her eyes. She quickly got her phone ready on camera mode and snapped a few pictures, all in different angles, while still being extremely careful not to wake you up. Both Mina and Uraraka shared the biggest grin while contemplating at the pictures and letting a few « Aww! », « That’s so adorable » and others « I wish I had this » escape. You told Shoto you could protect him from his nightmares, however, you weren’t sure if you could protect him from class 1-A’s best photographers.

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noonaduck · 4 years

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In the eye of storm pt.2

Pairing: reader x Hoseok /OT7 Genre: Superhero &super villain AU, Smut, fluff, angst. series. Warnings: angst, gore themes Words: 4055

Summary: You lived in a world where superhuman abilities were reality. Around 15% of world population went through a mutations in their mother’s womb that scientists weren’t able to explain. These people with supernatural abilities were called meta-humans. Some of meta people decided to serve the world as superheroes whose job was to keep everyone safe. Like every coin people gaining superpowers had its down side. Because there wasn’t choosing who would born with extraordinary abilities sometimes the powers ended up manifesting in wrong people. Those people used their abilities for their own gain and the counter force for the superheroes was born. A/N: At first I’m sorry for the wait. i have been lacking the motivation to write so that’s why publishing the second part took so long. I wanna give big shout out and thanks to my new beta @s0seo . I don’t know where I would be without her patience to fix my grammar mistakes and her suggestions on how the plot should proceed.

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9 years ago in Scarlet City

Min Yoongi was proud to call himself super. Even though he hadn’t gained his superhuman abilities through a mutation like other super humans, he didn't mind. His father was one of the leading scientists in the field of gene research following the discovery of the first superhuman. Their home was filled with articles detailing the accomplishments and crimes of these super humans. Many of them were decorated with scribbles from both yoongi as well as his father. You could say that he was obsessed in figuring out the secrets of supernatural abilities. That was the main reason that he had spent most of his time in his laboratory focusing on his work. Yoongi's mother died in a car crash when Yoongi was only two. Although Yoongi couldn’t remember much about his mother, he could vaguely recall the comforting scent of her hair and how patient and kind she was always with him unlike his father. Following his mother’s funeral Yoongi’s father buried himself even deeper into his work than he had before, and Yoongi found himself spending most of the time with his father in his cold, desolate laboratory playing with empty test tubes and befriending the lab rats his father used for his experiments. Dr. Min looked like a real life mad scientist with his too big lab coat, messy black hair, and half moon glasses that he kept pushing up his crooked nose. He didn’t ignore his child on purpose; it was just that he was always so focused on his work that he sometimes forgot that he even had a son. The lack of other kids' presence in Yoongi's early years robbed him of any potential social skills and later caused him to become an outcast. When Yoongi was old enough he was sent to one of the strictest boarding schools in the country. He was often punished harshly for insubordination and was often misunderstood, because he struggled with expressing himself in ways that didn’t make him seem rude. He spent countless hours scrubbing dishes and mopping the halls as punishment. However, kitchen duty had its own benefits, and it was through those countless hours that he learned how to make basic meals, and was able to sustain himself and his father during school holidays when he was sent back home.During his free time Yoongi often buried his head in his comic books and closely followed the news about his favorite heroes while continuously finding himself wondering if he was one of them would his father finally notice him? Yoongi had always had mixed feelings towards his father. He wanted his father to see him as someone who was worthy of his love and attention. At the same time Yoongi found himself becoming more and more frustrated with his father. The only things he seemed to care about were the super humans he was studying and the powers that they processed.

The city was covered in a heavy blanket of snow, and Yoongi tried desperately to make his way through the buzzing city. Christmas was already knocking on the door, and panicked shoppers were running around like headless chickens hunting for their last minute Christmas presents. As he got close to the large building, he felt a shoulder ram into him from the side almost causing him to drop the plastic bag which carried a christmas gift of his own.

After glancing angrily towards the stranger only to find him already walking away with his phone glued to his ear, Yoongi let out a heavy sigh and watched a cold puff of air escape from his lips. He didn’t know what had come over him when he had decided to visit his father while he was working. When Yoongi finally reached the wide glass two story building he frowned and felt snow begin to fall from the sky. It was getting dark, and the only lights in the building were coming out from the second floor where he knew his father's laboratory was located. Yoongi knocked on the front glass doors and a few seconds later a security guard appeared from his booth to unlock the door for him.

‘’Merry Christmas Yoongi.’’ The familiar old mad man greeted him while flashing a toothy grin. ‘’Merry Christmas to you too.’’ Yoongi answered back, his lips in a straight line. He had always hated the holiday season. ‘’Is your father expecting you?’’ ‘’No. I bought him food.’’ Yoongi raised his arm holding his plastic bag to show the guard. ‘’Ah that's good. I don’t believe your father’s been eating enough. He didn’t even leave for his break.’’ ‘’I see.’’ Yoongi nodded as the guard stepped to the side. ‘’Say hi for your father from me.’’ ‘’Will do.’’ Yoongi nodded as he headed towards the main hall and ascended the stairs leading to the second floor. He walked quietly through the dimly lit hallway, stopping just outside of his father’s door. He hesitantly reached for the handle and released a deep breath before raising his arm and knocking on the locked door. After a few minutes, and a bit more knocking, his father finally appeared in the doorway looking surprised to see his son standing in front of him.

‘’What are you doing here, shouldn’t you be at school?’’ Dr. Min asked, confused, his mind already returning to his current experiment. Yoongi looked at his father and took note of his disheveled state

“He looks like a mess’’, Yoongi thought to himself. The stains on his shirt, his messy hair, and the bags under his eyes spoke volumes. Not to mention one of his lenses was missing from his glasses. ‘’Christmas is in two days.’’ He responded dully. ‘’Really? I didn’t even notice. Well, come in since you’re already here.’’ Dr. Min said, stepping away and letting his son in. Yoongi wasn’t surprised at how unorganized his father's workplace was. ‘’I bought you soup.’’ Yoongi told him reaching his arm out to hand the bag to his father. ‘’I see, thank you.’’ Mr. Min said, his mind elsewhere as he put the bag down near a metal table. ‘’Follow me I want to show you something.’’ he called over his shoulder already walking away, his face, lighting up and his hand gesturing to Yoongi to follow.

Mr. Min led Yoongi towards the tables where the cages containing the test animals were held. He saw a white rabbit with red eyes and three mice sleeping in the cage next to it. ‘’Animals. Why we are looking at your test subjects?’’ Yoongi asked his father with a raised eyebrow. I might have figured out a way to extract the DNA from one species, dissect it, and place it into another species to expand their traits. ‘’Seeing only confusion on his son’s face he continued. ‘’For example those three mice are paired with the DNA of snakes. I’m waiting for results now. I hope that I’m able to implant the ability to produce venom for these small creatures’’ ‘’Don’t you think that what you are doing is unethical. We shouldn’t mess with nature?’’ Yoongi questioned. Despite all he has been through he had high morals.

‘’Don’t you see son?! If this works we can soon create real life hybrids! Human’s with reflex like a boa and sight like a hawk! With enough time we could even create super humans of our own. just think about it, no more worrying about being too slow or too weak, we could make ourselves gods" Dr. Min’s face looked almost lunatic. ‘’Do the higher ups know what you are doing?’’ ‘’They wouldn’t understand! just think of the possibilities! I’m sure you understand after all you know how much this means to me! Before Yoongi could respond, one of the mice woke up and started coughing up blood. Soon the other two started coughing up blood as well. Yoongi saw that one of them had already begun to bleed from its eyes. ‘’The mice are rejecting the combination of the dna chains!’’ dr. Min yelled and pulled at his his hair in panic. ‘’What I did wrong!’’ Yoongi took a few steps back and turned away ,barely managing to reach a bin before emptying his stomach. Dr. Min, not even noticing his son’s distress hurried to open the cage of the now dead mice.Yoongi glanced towards the rabbit whose breathing had started to hitch, and in the spur of moment pulled the cage door open and picked up the shaking animal. The next thing he knew, he was running down the hallway holding the rabbit to his chest as he faintly heard his father yelling after him.. The only thought in his mind was saving the rabbit from the same fate that the mice had experienced at his father’s hands. However, what Yoongi didn’t know was that the bunny had already received an injection of something that would change both of their lives. ~

You knock on Yoongi’s bedroom door quietly and step in. Heavy black curtains are pulled in front of the long glass windows and only light in the room is coming from the slightly ajar door of the ensuite bathroom. You walk next to Yoongi’s double bed and look at him with worry covering your face.

Yoongi is moving restlessly in his sleep and sweating heavily. ‘’Yoongi wake up.’’ You shake Yoongi’s shoulder and he wakes up with a loud gasp, his hand reaching around your neck in reflex to defend himself. ‘’Yoongi it’s me.’’ You rasp as you feel the growing pressure on your neck. Yoongi’s gaze is wild and unfocused until his eyes finally make their way to your face. ‘’Y/N! I’m so sorry.’’ Yoongi cries out letting go of your neck, and you see a mixture of shock and guilt covering his face.

‘’It’s okay. It was just a dream.’’ You tell him as you take a seat on the bed next to him and take his still raised hands into yours. ‘’I could’ve hurt you.’’ Yoongi whispers quietly with an ashamed voice. ‘’Please,I was never in real danger. If I thought I was you would be on the floor right now suffering from literal and metaphorical shock.’’ You assure him as you rub his hands gently and ask. ‘’Do you want to talk about your dream?’’ ‘’I don’t remember it anymore.’’ Yoongi says, looking into your eyes. Even though his face doesn’t expose anything, something in his voice makes you feel that he isn’t being honest, but you won’t push it. ‘’Okay then, we need you in the meeting room. Namjoon wants to go through today's plan one more time. ‘’ ‘’I will be there in a bit. Can you give me maybe like fifteen minutes to shower?’’ Yoongi asks and pulls his hands away from yours. ‘’Sure. Come downstairs whenever you’re ready.’’ You get up from Yoongi’s bed flashing him an assuring smile and exit his room closing the door quietly. Your home was a penthouse located on the top two floors of one of the highest skyscrapers in the city. On the first floor was the kitchen, living room, one smaller bathroom, and Namjoon’s bedroom which sat next to a small home library (not by coincidence). The second floor was made of a balcony that opened over the living area granting clear view to the space. On the second floor were 4 other rooms, three of them being bedrooms in use paired with an ensuite bathroom in each and the fourth unused room had been turned into a gaming room. Even villains needed to let loose sometimes. You start walking down the stairs leading to the living room when you hear a door open behind you. ‘’Y/N wait!’’ Jimin hurries after you and stops you on the halfway point of the stairs. ‘’Yes?’’ You turn to look at him over your shoulder already prepared to hear bad news. ‘’Nothing, I just wanted to go to the meeting room with you.’’ Jimin grins and you roll your eyes in response. ‘’Let’s go then.’’ You say with a little sigh and lead Jimin towards a wall where a huge painting hangs. The painting wasn’t anything extraordinary. In fact the huge size of it was the only thing worthy of any attention. The picture was a abstract mix of red, blue and yellow lines and shapes. You touch the right side of the painting gently and a small hatch slides out of the wall next to the picture and reveals a small keypad. You type in the code, and the painting swings open like a door revealing the small hallway behind it containing three doors. On the left side of the hallway is a door that leads into the room where you keep your gear, your suits, weapons and other objects used for combat. On the right side of the hall is your practice room where you have some basic gym equipment and a large area to train your skills. You walk straight past the doors on both sides of the hallway and stop in front of the final door resting at the end of the hallway which leads to your meeting room. You push the door open and are greeted by the familiar space. The walls of the room are cluttered with multiple monitors displaying data, police reports, diagrams and other classified information.. what pulls your attention though is the big round glass table placed right in the center of it.you look across the room to find the all too familiar half moon shaped work desk thankful that it's placed right across the entrance.This table has even more monitors than the wall and is the place where Yoongi spends most of his free time. The table is faced towards the door so Yoongi can see whoever enters the room. However, this time it's not Yoongi who you spot behind the table. Namjoon is standing up and leaning over the work desk rapidly typing something into the keyboard while mumbling to himself. You sit in one of the( many chairs surrounding the round table, and Jimin takes a seat right next to you. Noticing that Namjoon is still unaware of your arrival, you raise your brows at Jimin in amusement , and he puts his finger to his lips to signal you to keep quiet. A wicked grin makes its way to his face but is quickly replaced with a focused frown and furrowed eyebrows. You watch as the half empty water glass on the spot where Namjoon usually sits at the table makes its way towards Namjoon. You can hardly keep yourself from giggling when Jimin stops the glass in the air right above Namjoon and begins to tilt it forward. Just as Jimin pours the glass of water on top of Namjoon's head Yoongi arrives, causing Namjoon to look up and instead feel the liquid pour down his face. Yoongi only smirks, quietly amused from the sight and takes his seat next to Jimin. Namjoon’s shocked face is hilarious, and a burst of giggles escapes your lips followed by Jimin’s cheerful laugh. ‘’Jimin!’’ Namjoon grunts angrily and wipes his face on his hand. ‘’Are you twelve or something?’’ Instead of answering Jimin answers between his laugh. ‘’You should have seen your face. It's usually so hard to catch you off guard with your hearing and all, but this is hilarious. The mighty RM completely misses me and Y/N entering the room and finally falls victim to a prank.’’ Jimin wipes his eyes, breathing heavily.

Namjoon sighs and shakes his head in annoyance. ‘’Well, since we’re all here, let's start our meeting.’’ He continues and comes to sit on the edge of the table across from everyone. Your giggles dry, and your faces turn serious as you all straighten your posture. You knew when it was time to focus on the situation at hand, and although Jimin liked to play around; he did too. Yoongi continues sitting quietly in his seat taps the glass table with his nails causing small clicking noises to erupt through the sudden silence. Namjoon clears his throat and the meeting begins. ‘’Thanks to Yoongi we have gained information about the whereabouts of the key. An armored convoy escorted by the Big hit’s private agents will be arriving in our city on the tomorrow night. At first Yoongi and i tried figuring out how to break into the van, but then we figured out that the van is just a decoy.’’ ‘’Are you saying that we were going after a false lead again?’’ You ask frustrated and squeeze your hand into a fist already feeling your temper rising. ‘’No, but we almost did.’’ It's the first time Yoongi speaks since his arrival. ‘’The real key will be arriving to the city on the 8:15 pm train from Sunside City escorted by three agents dressed as civilians. Isn't that the same time as the decoy?’’ Namjoon points one of the bigger screens on the wall with a remote, and a picture of a train car seating system comes into view. ‘’The problem is that we don’t know what the agents look like or where they are going to sit, but luckily we know its the fifth cart from the engine.’’ Namjoon circles the picture with a laser pointer and you arch your brows deep in thought.

‘’So how are we gonna find the key? Are we just supposed to raid the whole cart?’’ Jimin asks tilting his head on the side. ‘’No, that would draw r too much attention. We have came up with a better plan. Y/N and I will board the train in our civil clothes and pretend to be young couple.’’ Namjoon says, smirking. ‘’I have few ideas in mind how to get the key without being detected but I will return to them in private with Y/N’’ ‘’Are you sure that it's safe to show our faces in front of the agents?” you ask.

You know that you are capable no matter what you do, but you’ve never committed a crime without some form of disguise. Even when you were just a teenager breaking into stores in the middle of night you used a mask that you had stolen from a Halloween store. The irony of that was it was that the mask was shaped like a bat to represent a fictional superhero. ‘’I know that you aren’t the fan of putting your face out there but it's our best option.’’ Namjoon tries to assure you. ‘’Wait, won’t the guards notice that the key is missing?’’ Jimin asks. ‘’What's the point of revealing your faces if they are going to notice anyway that the key was stolen?’’ he adds frustrated. ‘’I was getting to that, but I’m being interrupted constantly.’’ Namjoon sighs brushing his damp hair backwards. ‘’I had to pay a long penny but I got JB to forge a replica of the key for us.’’ Namjoon reaches for his pocket and pulls out a small package from his jean pocket. You had heard of JB. He was the leader of a group called GOT7. Even though none of the seven members of the group had powers, they were highly respected in the business when it came to possessing items or information you weren’t supposed to have. The group runs a blackmarket tightly connected to the spiderweb. Some people believed that their gang was the one who ran the organization on the spider web, but no one could say for sure. There was a saying that if you didn’t find what you were looking for in their hands; it probably didn’t exist. ‘’He made a copy?’’ You ask, surprised. ‘’Yes, Jackson told me once that when JB was a teen he was a forger. He was skilled with art, passports, and money. If there was something that would make money he would learn to copy.’’ Namjoon confirms. Jackson was one of the members of GOT7 as well as one of the few people Namjoon could call his friend, and in this business that was rare. ‘’So let me get this straight. We are going to sneak on to the train as civilians, somehow switch the real key with fake one, get out and pray that nothing goes wrong and leaves us exposed?’’ You repeat slowly to understand everything. ‘’That sounds wonderful, I just have one small question.’’ ‘’Which is?’’ ‘’How we are sure that the BTS won’t be disturbing our plans?’’ ‘’I’m glad that you asked.’’ Yoongi answers instead of Namjoon. ‘’Jimin and I will attack the fake convoy escorting the decoy key and cause the attention to fall on us.’’ Yoongi’s eyes flash with excitement. ‘’We are going to be a decoy?’’ Jimin smirks pleased. ‘’Indeed.they went through all the trouble just to fool us, it's only fair that we have a decoy of our we should return the favor.’’

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A Steamy Morning | A3! (Tsumugi/Izumi) | 18+, NSFW

BECAUSE I’M STILL SCREAMING ABOUT ACT 3 TSUMUGI AND HE DESERVES MORE LOVE AND ATTENTION. And I am thirsty for more content for this precious angel…. Except he’s a devil now, so I guess I’ll just go straight down to hell with some long overdue Tsumugi smut. This one has been floating around in my drafts for a while and I finally had the motivation now to finish it up, haha!

This takes place during the “High Spirits at the Hot Spring!” event and is just… PWP... but it's fluffy! I’m not sorry, haha. You have been warned~

A STEAMY MORNING

CHARACTERS: Tsumugi Tsukioka, Izumi Tachibana

PAIRINGS: Tsumugi/Izumi

My fanfic masterpost: Here

AO3: Link in my Blog Menu

WARNING: 18+ (NSFW, contains smut/explicit sexual descriptions and situations)

Tsumugi grunted as his eyes fluttered open. The room was still relatively dark and he couldn’t see much light from behind the curtain that covered the window. All around him were the sounds of deep breathing and snoring.

Wriggling his arms from under his blanket, he reached for his phone and squinted at the backlit screen. 5:02 a.m. It was rare for him to wake up so early naturally – he was notoriously not a morning person. However, he felt wide awake and didn’t think he could fall back asleep.

Rather than toss and turn in his futon and risk waking the others, Tsumugi decided that he may as well take advantage of the early hour and take a quiet solitary soak in the hot spring. While it had been fun to be with everyone last night, he was excited by the thought of enjoying some tranquil alone time in the open air. After all, it wasn’t every day that he got to stay at a hot spring inn.

Desperate to not wake up any of his roommates, he decided to only grab his towel – which was conveniently laying on top of his bag to dry from last night – and quietly stepped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. It wasn’t until he was in the hallway that he realized he had forgotten to grab a pair of contacts or his glasses.

Though his vision wasn’t terrible, the slight fuzziness that his lack of eyewear caused made him pause and consider if he should return inside. But, if he started fumbling in his bag, he would surely wake someone up. Deciding to take his chances, he set off down the hall towards the stairs and began making his way to the hot spring based on his memories from last night. A few minutes later, he saw the familiar doors leading to the changerooms. He was proud of himself that he had made it there without needing to squint at any of the signs.

Stepping inside, he noted that there was only one other pair of sandals at the entrance and hummed happily at his good luck that he wouldn’t have to share the hot spring with many others. Quickly stripping off his yukata, Tsumugi stepped into the shower room and washed himself off before he took a brief soak in the indoor bath – sighing as the hot water warmed up his core. After feeling sufficiently warmed up, he draped his hand towel over his neck and stepped outside to the gorgeous outdoor bath.

The morning air was crisp and cool, and the steam from the hot volcanic water gathered in heavy clouds above the surface. Squinting slightly, he could just make out the back of another person soaking at the edge of the pool.

As he walked closer, the other person sensed his presence and turned around. It was then that he realized that what he had thought was a slender man… was in fact a woman. A woman who happened to be the director of his theatre troupe.

“T-Tsumugi?! What are you doing in the women’s bath?!” Izumi squealed in surprise, quickly trying to cover her bare breasts with arms – but a moment too late, because, even without his contacts or glasses, Tsumugi still managed to get an eyeful of her pert, well-shaped breasts.

He immediately felt the blood rush to his face – and to his groin, much to his dismay – and he quickly turned around and tried to use his hand towel to cover himself.

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize – I though this was the mens’ bath! We used this door last night!” Tsumugi stammered, shocked.

“U-Um, they switched the baths this morning. I guess you must have missed the sign.”

Tsumugi inwardly kicked himself for not just sucking it up and digging out his contact lenses earlier.

“I’m so embarrassed… Pl-Please forget this happened. I swear that I didn’t see, um… much…” he responded, his voice getting quieter by the second. “A-Anyway, I’ll leave now before anyone else walks in!”

Practically yelping out his last words, Tsumugi quickly began to leave. Unfortunately for the blue-haired man, in his haste to escape, he lost his footing on the slippery rock under his feet and fell down hard on his back, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

“Tsumugi!!”

He heard a splash of water from behind him as Izumi scrambled out of the water and to his side.

“Are you okay?! You didn’t hit your head, did you?!” she cried, gently clutching his shoulder with one hand. The other was already carding through his hair, reaching behind his head to see if he had injured it.

“I-I’m fine,” he managed to gasp out as he regained his breath. “I think my pride is hurt more than anything – though I might be a bit sore tomorrow…”

“Phew… Thank goodness,” Izumi sighed, sitting back on her heels and closing her eyes in relief. “My heart was about to jump out of my chest when I saw you slip.”

“It was a close call, that’s for su—” Tsumugi’s voice trailed off as he propped himself up on his elbow and came face to face with a close-up shot of Izumi’s bare breasts. Seated as she was, it only took one downward flick of his eyes for him to take in the area between her opened thighs, and suddenly his mouth was dry.

Confused by the sudden silence, Izumi opened her eyes and saw that Tsumugi was red and slack-jawed…. and that his eyes were definitely not looking at her face. Flushing violently, Izumi was about to turn around to shield her body from his gaze when her eyes fell on a very prominent and very erect object. She froze, morbidly unable to move her eyes away. She should say something, but all she could manage was a strangled squeak.

This was enough to bring Tsumugi back to senses as he finally took in the situation between them – and more specifically his situation. He didn’t think his face could feel any hotter even if he were to plunge himself headfirst into the hot spring.

“O-Oh no!! I-I, ah…. I’m s-so sorry,” he stammered, scrambling to grab his fallen towel to regain what little decency he had left, his brain churning at double speed to come up with something to cover up his indiscretion. “This… uh, this just happens for guys sometimes. Um, it’s a physiological reaction. It-It happens a lot in the morning – It’sdefinitelynotbecauseIsawyounaked.”

The second his half-baked excuse came out of his mouth, he immediately blanched at the implication of his words.

“W-Wait, that came out wrong. I mean, it’s not that you’re not attractive enough to cause this reaction. In fact, you’re very attractive – too attractive. You’re so cute and your body is amazing. You look even better than I imagined – Ahhh!! W-What am I even saying?!”

“Tsumugi!” Izumi interrupted him loudly, and his head whipped around to look at her so quickly that he thought he heard his neck crack. Her face was bright red, but that there was a fire in her eyes.

“Did… Did you mean that…. that you think I’m attractive?”

“U-Um… Y-Yes…” he stammered, entranced by her feverish gaze.

“And that… that you imagined…”

“Yes…”

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Izumi’s face suddenly filled his vision and her lips locked onto his. The force of her kiss knocked him back onto the floor and his arms came up to brace her against him, one arm circling around her shoulder, the other sliding along her back. He could feel her soft breasts pressing against his chest and he felt himself twitch at the sensation.

His head was spinning. He didn’t quite understand how this had happened, but his brain finally registered that he was kissing the woman he’d been crushing on for months and all other logic flew from his mind. Acting on pure adrenaline and instinct, he pressed his tongue forward to part her lips. With a slight whimper, Izumi allowed him access into her mouth as she bore down on him further to deepen their kiss. He could feel his lungs burning, but he didn’t want to part – didn’t want to let his lips leave hers for even a moment.

Suddenly, he was breathing again as he felt Izumi push herself off his body. Before he could say anything – or even think anything – she unexpectedly shifted and straddled his legs. His breath hitched in his throat as she slowly trailed her hands up his thighs, creeping closer to his erection.

“I-Izumi?”

And then her hand was wrapped around his length and he let out a choked gasp at the sudden contact. Her fingers were smooth and soft, and his cock twitched reflexively at her touch. He couldn’t contain his moan as she began to stroke him up and down.

“Um… It-It’s been a while since I’ve done this, s-so please tell me if it’s okay,” she murmured, ducking her head in embarrassment. He could see red staining the tips of her ears as she began pumping more earnestly.

“A-Ah! Y-you’re doing fine. Loosen your grip a bit… You can take it slow,” he responded with a small chuckle. She was seriously so cute.

Slowly gaining more confidence, and urged on by his gasps and groans, Izumi applied a bit more pressure as she stroked up and down, making sure to give careful consideration to every inch of his length. She could feel Tsumugi’s muscles tense underneath her as she kept a steady rhythm and tension in her grip. Before long, she could see beads of pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock. Swiping the sticky liquid with her thumb, she slowly dragged it down his shaft, using it as lubricant to speed up her motions.

“A-Ah, Izumi. W-Wait, st-stop,” Tsumugi gasped.

“S-Sorry, was I too rough?” she asked anxiously, moving her hand away quickly.

“No – you were great! I… I just… I want to touch you too,” he stammered, pushing himself up into a seated position.

He reached over and buried his hands into her hair – tied back behind her head in a bun – and pulled her forward for another slow and languid kiss. Izumi thought she would melt into him then and there and it wasn’t because of the heat of the steam around them. She had always been attracted to the handsome and gentle Winter Troupe leader, but she had never entertained the thought that he might like her back. She couldn’t help but wonder if this was all some fever dream.

“Izumi, will you… Will you let me try something?” Tsumugi asked softly as he parted from her.

Still stunned, the young woman could only nod. Disentangling their limbs, he gently grabbed her hand and guided her into the hot spring waters.

“It’s a bit warmer here, don’t you think?” he noted with a chuckle. He then turned her around so that her back faced him. “Can you lean over and brace yourself on the edge?”

“Uh, I can, but… what are you going to do?” Izumi asked, though her mind was already jumping to the most obvious conclusion.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to go inside. I don’t have a condom on me, after all, so… this will be the next best thing. Just stand with your legs like this.”

Soon Izumi was bent over, with her backside towards Tsumugi. Her hands were splayed on the edge of the hot spring pool to prop herself up, and her legs were spread very slightly apart. She knew that her body was still wet from the hot spring water, but there was a distinctly different kind of wetness gathered between her legs.

Suddenly, Tsumugi’s hands were on her hips, and then she felt something warm glide between her thighs and along her folds. Izumi gasped at the foreign sensation and nearly lost her balance. However, Tsumugi’s hands steadied her and he continued sliding his cock back and forth against the outside of her wet lips.

“You’re… so wet, Izumi. You feel amazing…” he groaned in between his thrusts.

She could feel hot juices flow out of her as his pace quickened. The rubbing sensation against her most intimate parts made her moan and she could feel her heartrate quicken. It felt ridiculously good – way better than anything her own hands could do – and wanting to feel more friction, she unconsciously squeezed her legs closer together.

Tsumugi moaned behind her as she tightened her thighs around his cock. The heat from the steam and from the blood rushing into his nether regions was beginning to cloud his mind. He couldn’t help but pick up the speed of his thrusts, revelling in the feeling of the soft warmth.

As he hastened his thrusts, Izumi could feel the pressure building in the pit of her stomach. The feeling of his hard member rubbing against her was too pleasurable and she cried out involuntarily with each stroke. Desperate to ride the wave of heightening sensation, she began to thrust her hips back against him, feeling her ass slap against his hips.

An electrifying sensation started spreading through her body as her pants and moans became louder. And then, she was tipped over the edge as her orgasm crashed into her. She could only gasp out Tsumugi’s name weakly as she clenched her legs tightly together and shuddered, feeling the shocks of her pleasure rush through her entire body.

She could just vaguely register Tsumugi groan deep in his throat as he continued to thrust between her clenched thighs and she gasped at the feeling of his cock sliding against her sensitive pussy. But, before she thought she couldn’t handle anymore, he pulled back suddenly with a loud moan. His hands brought her hips down, and then she felt a splatter of warm liquid land on her back.

The young director’s legs were shaking and she thought she would collapse into the water, but Tsumugi slid one of his legs between hers and steadied her with his hands.

“S-Sorry, did I go overboard?” he asked softly, his breath still ragged. “Let me clean you up.”

He quickly grabbed the hand towel he had brought with him and gently wiped off his fluids from her back.

“N-No, I’m fine, just, um…. maybe a bit lightheaded,” she responded as she let herself sink down into the hot water. Her body still felt like it was on fire, she could barely even register the temperature difference despite the water being much hotter than the cool air on her skin.

“I-I’m so sorry, what was I thinking! You were already soaking in here already too. Let’s get you out of here and I’ll get you some water.”

Before he could panic any further, she grabbed his wrist and tugged on it lightly to get his attention. Suddenly feeling shy, as the realization of what they had done sunk in, she looked up at him from beneath her lashes.

“Um, Tsumugi, it’s okay! Please don’t apologize. I… I really enjoyed it…”

Tsumugi could feel his heartbeat speed up once more as he took in the sweet, coy look on her face.

“M-Me too….” he responded with a shy smile of his own.

He couldn’t be happier that he had suddenly woken up early that morning.

Annnnnnnnnd, that’s a wrap. I have nothing to say for myself, but I had a blast writing every second of this. Hopefully someone out there other than myself appreciates the trash fire that constantly burns in my head. As always, likes and reblogs are always appreciated! I look at every one to give myself motivation to keep writing! Or, if you’re shy since this is smut, feel free to just drop an anonymous comment in my ask box as well! Thanks for reading everyone~

-Anmitsu

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snowflake-of-destruction · 4 years

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Random Writing Warm Ups 5/7

@death-scout

Hungry

Roxas could smell the garlic oil on the window sill from across the room. He wondered what defense the redhead had thought it would be. He had clocked the human as smarter than that, though their acquaintance was limited to an hour long discussion on Renaissance humanism that had quickly devolved as Axel (That was what the human's name was, or what he'd said it was at least. Roxas had his doubts it was the man's actual name, though he supposed he didn't have a leg to stand on, having been attached to the name Roxas so long that it blurred in memory and might well have been the one given to him by his parents) had downed enough vodka shots that they began to effect even his powerline pole frame and Roxas had to pretend to be even more inebriated lest it seem too suspicious, then making out in an alley behind the bar they'd met in, and a quick feeding session.

There wouldn't have been a second meeting now except, when he'd regretfully instructed Axel to forget ever meeting him, Axel's eyes had caught the dingy glow of the artificial light half illuminating the alley just right and he'd seen a glimmer of a double image. Mirrored and tinted contact lenses. It explained why Axel's eyes had been so unnaturally green. Roxas would have called him on it--he wasn't mad because he couldn't order the tall man to forget he was a vampire, he was more upset that he'd now made himself vulnerable when he admitted to Axel that he didn't usually play with his food or risk more than a few minutes of interaction for fear of not being able to erase it, but he found him fascinating--but he'd been busy making a quick escape as Axel called out a signal for hidden friends and a planned ambush.

So Roxas had reason to think Axel would be smarter than garlic on the window sill when slipping under glass and through a screen would already necessitate turning into smoke, and if he was able to turn to smoke, he clearly wouldn't need to touch the sill.

Then there was the matter of invitation. Axel would have done better to secure his landlord than his window sill. There was a lot that could be done with technicalities.

The plan had been to go through the hunter's apartment, his phone, his laptop, to see what he may or may not know, who he was working with, and if Axel been hunting Roxas in particular or if they had both coincidentally been prowling the same bar and lucked into each other. Tracking down who Axel was beyond a pretty face and a name, where he lived, and how to gain access had been a long and frustrating few days. Thirsty work.

Roxas scanned for other traps, but saw none obvious--no runes, no crosses, not even other garlic which made the window sill seem even more like a token attempt-- and even if the redhead were one of those obsessive types that had a weapon under his pillow, which Roxas had seen no evidence of either, his reflexes were quicker than any mortal's. He glided over to the bed, then, moving tentatively enough that it was clear his body was telling his mind that this wasn't a good idea, crawled over Axel's unconscious form and brushed his vibrant hair away from his face.

The human's heartrate changed and Roxas was back across the room before Axel even had time to play off momentarily caught breath with a faked snore.

"Wait!" The human wouldn't have been able to sit up and yell in time if Roxas had actually been following his instincts and trying to get away. "It's not what you think."

"What is it then?"

Axel pulled the collar of the oversized shirt he had been pretending to be sleeping in off one shoulder. "I had to make myself interesting enough to warrant a second date, didn't I?"

Hungry smiles were exchanged.

#this is bad but that's why it's a warm up #vampire akuroku for the soul #snippets #axel x roxas #akuroku

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whereisthepoetry · 3 years

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*music*

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starship-imzadi · 3 years

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S4 E24 The Mind's Eye

Geordi is so relaxed and informal when he uses the computer...and I can't say his idea of entertainment makes him seem like an engaging or interesting person (no wonder he fell in love with a holodeck program.)

Where did they get a Geordi double? Is he a surgically altered Romulan or a human? He doesn't look ready to have a fun time...

I really don't understand Klingon culture. It seems so performative and over the top.

The shot when Geordi walks onth the bridge seems like an unusually high and wide angle.

"They've got a chocolate there counselor that you would love." Okay, hang on... if you've seen Lower Decks you'll know Deanna has been to Risa. At this point Geordi's comment makes it sound as though, at least to his knowledge, she hasn't, as of yet, ever been there...just food for thought.

Good reflexes...

"somnetic inducer" is an almost meaningless bit of techno babble. "Somnetic" is just related to sleep. (In "Schisms" Crusher just tells Riker to drink a hot milk toddy when he can't sleep.)

Notice the use of a wider lense when Geordi walks down the hall.

It's amazing what the computer can and can't do.

Damn, Data is badass! When he wants to be series his behaviour is strikingly different (when does he ever insist on an order?! He never pulls rank.) And the beat of the soundtrack music is subtle but very effective. I also like Worf's calm and quiet response. When he says 'sir' as a question it's so subdued and...innocent.

This is the VERY first time an episode has a debrief after a traumatic event with Troi there to help (at the end of "The Vengeance Factor" there's a moment taken to process what happened but it's Will at the bar, drinking to cope and "The Bonding" has the Klingon ceremony between Worf and the boy Jeremy which was the first time a red shirt died and it mattered) most of the time...we just move on and the baggage is forgotten (there's a nod to this reality in Picard and as TNG goes into later seasons there are more two part storylines and development carry over from past episodes)

One example of that is this: We didn't see her face, but this episode was the introduction of Tasha Yar's Romulan daughter. The true significance of that development is in some part dependant on the audience's knowledge of "Yesterday's Enterprise"

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forever-more-never-again · 5 years

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Molecular Thingamajig

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count:2778

Pairing: None, Avengers X Teen!Platonic!Reader

Warnings: Swearing? Violence, blood, mention of panic attack

Request: I love your fics and I was wondering if I could have a platonic avengers x teen reader. She has the power of invisibility and maybe she is left alone with Bruce and he gets angry and turns into the hulk and she's terrified and she gets hurt but fluffy ending? Thank you.

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You threw your head back in laughter as Clint tried to convince Natasha to stand with an apple on her head for him to aim at.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Come on Nat! You know I won’t miss!”

“Be that as it may, I will not allow you to put more holes in my wall Barton!”

“Aww Tony! You party Pooper!”

“[Y/n]! Help me convince these guys!”

You put your hands up as you struggled to speak between giggles, “No way Clint. I don’t want my suit to ‘magically’ disappear again.”

Tony and Natasha shared a sinister smirk.

Clint frowned and flopped back onto the couch next to you, crossing his arms, he pouted, “No fun.”

Leaning over, you ruffled his hair, “Aww come on Clint. It’s team bonding day! No pouting allowed!”

Steve and Bucky walked in from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn in their arms, “So what movie did we decide on?” Steve asked, Throwing himself onto a beanbag, some popcorn spilling onto the floor.

Wanda, Vision and Sam walked in from various hallways. Sam frowned, “I can’t find him.”

Vision spoke as he floated to Wanda’s side, “I had no luck in uncovering the doctor's whereabouts either.”

Tony scowled, “FRIDAY, tell Bruce to get his ass down here or else I will restrict his access to the lab.”

A few minutes later, a disgruntled Bruce Banner stumbled into the common room, wearing a baggy sweatshirt and sweats.

Rubbing his eyes, somehow without smudging his glasses, he glared at Tony, “You could have told them I was in my room. Save a lot of trouble.”

Sam glared as well at Tony. But Tony merely smirked, not troubled by the men angry at him.

Natasha moved to sit on the other side of you, “Are you sure we shouldn’t invite Peter? Since he and [Y/n] are close in age..”

You turned your own glare onto the redhead, your hands flickering as your invisibility surged with your emotions. She smiled at you innocently.

“Peter said he had to study for a test and couldn’t make it. Aunt May made it...very clear...he was not to be disturbed during that time.” Tony winced under the reminder of the angry Guardian.

You sighed. It wasn’t that you disliked the young spider man, it was just that you were jealous. He had a home and a family. You only had the avengers. They had rescued you as a kid from the clutches of Cronus, an off branch of Hydra. And you had grown up in New York with them since.

“Look! It’s Casablanca! You guys are all jerks.” Bucky grumbled as he saw the movie title roll across the screen.

Steve merely chuckled and threw popcorn at the man, who retaliated by throwing pillows at him from his seat on another couch.

You sat between Natasha and Clint with a smile on your face as you watched your pseudo-family argue.

“Attention Avengers!”

Everyone froze and it grew deadly quiet as FRIDAY’s voice echoed throughout the tower.

“A group of Mutants has just broken into the UN. T’Challa, who was in attendance, is asking for your help in dealing with the situation.”

Everyone rose with grim expressions.

You jumped up, ready to put on your suit and help, but Natasha and Clint held you by your shoulders.

You looked at them, confused.

“Don’t even think about disappearing. Stay here [Y/n].” Clint ordered, sounding stern, at odds with his happy go lucky attitude normally.

You got angry, “What? No! I want to help!”

Natasha agreed with Clint, “[Y/n]. Stay here. We can handle this. You’re not ready for a mission of this type. If I find out you snuck onto the jet, I will not hold back during training.”

You folded your arms across your chest and glared at them. Debating whether or not to sneak on board despite the threat.

Bruce piped up from behind Tony, “I’ll stay as well. Probably don’t want the big man there. Might make things worse.”

Tony smiled gently at his friend, before nodding and leading the rest of the team to the jet hangars.

Throwing yourself back onto the couch, you growled, “Why can’t I go!? I could help…”

Bruce came to sit next to you and you tensed up. While you had lived with the Avengers for years now, you and Bruce were almost never left alone together. He always secluded himself and you knew why. The Hulk.

“It’s not so bad. They care about you, [Y/n].” His voice was small. As if you were the one who would freak out.

Sighing, you relaxed into the comfort of the couch, “I know. But I want to be able to help somehow.”

Bruce breathed out and it sounded funny. It took a glance and a second for you to realize he was trying to contain his laughter.

You felt your lips quirk up into a smile, but fought it, keeping your expression neutral, “What are you laughing about?” you asked, poking him in the side.

Bruce stiffened and you froze, thinking you did something wrong. But then Bruce turned to you, his eyes wide under the glare of his lenses, “Hey...what say..you and I mess with Tony’s stuff in his lab?”

You startled, and then broke into full belly laughter, “You really are evil!”

Bruce merely shrugged, before standing and holding a hand out to you.

That was how you found yourself in Tony’s lab ten minutes later, as Bruce tried to describe some weird molecular machine to you.

“So you and Tony try to create a lot of new things, huh?” You asked, walking over to where jars sat on a shelf. Peering into one, your lips turned to a scowl of disgust at the eyeballs staring back at you.

“Yeah. It started out with his suits, but when I came onboard to the Avenger Initiative, he agreed to help me find a cure.” His voice was measured, careful.

You nodded, moving along, you came to a table covered with papers filled with sketches and equations, “And have you found one? Or gotten close?” You picked up a piece of paper showing a syringe on it with numbers and periodic elements next to it.

You could hear the frustration in his voice, even not looking at him, you knew he would be frowning, “No. He...When the parasite fights to stay, it's hard to get rid of it.”

You jerked, the piece of paper fluttering to the ground, as you turned in shock.

A Parasite? You had never heard Bruce..or anyone refer to the Hulk that way.

Bruce suddenly doubled over, hands reaching out and white knuckle gripping the table in front of him.

“No!”

You raced to his side, hands hovering, unsure what to do, “What’s happening?” You worried you might have triggered a panic attack. Those happened at the tower occasionally.

Bruce’s skin rippled and you watched in amazed horror as his bones seemed to shift below his skin.

Wrenching his head to the side to look at you, he spoke between gritted teeth, “Get out of here. [Y/n]! Run!”

You stumbled backwards as his eyes changed color. Shifting rapidly between brown and yellow.

And then he seemed to grow. Larger, and taller, his back hunching over. His skin ripping. His clothes falling in tatters.

“RAAAAAOWWWWRRRR!”

A Giant scream that shook the glass windows.

You gaped up at the towering giant. The Hulk. You had never come face to face with him.

“Bruce?” You whimpered the name.

The giant turned his attention to you, a snarl showing blackened, wide teeth.

“No Bruce! Only HULK!”

The table that Bruce had been holding onto, was suddenly in the air, and you knew without a doubt it was going to come down on top of you.

Squeaking in fear, you shifted, turning invisible and running out of the way right as the table hit the ground and splintered into a thousand pieces.

“Where did you go!” Hulk screamed in anger, spinning in circles, looking in the tiny lab for you.

You, meanwhile, were cowering in a corner, on the opposite side of the door. Being Invisible took a lot of your concentration since you hadn’t practiced it for long. And you knew you wouldn't be able to keep it up for long.

You needed to get out of the lab and get ahold of FRIDAY. Curse Tony for removing the AI from his lab.

Hulk continued to scream and throw various tools and tables around the room.

Keeping yourself as small as possible to risk the chance of getting hit, you waited for him to walk away from the door.

Once he did, you decided to make a break for it.

But in your fear, you hadn’t realized the Hulk had stopped throwing things and stood with his eyes closed and his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air.

“Found you!”

“Agh!” You screamed in terror as a large green hand wrapped around your waist, picking you up from the ground.

The sudden shock made you lose concentration and you became visible again.

You struggled against the tight grip as complete terror overcame you.

Tears streamed down your face as you gasped for breath, the grip around your middle threatening to crush you.

“Let me go! Please!” You words were barely legible between your gasps and tears and terror.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you felt the rancid heat and smelled the breath of the giant as you came up to his face.

“Hulk powerful. Hulk not parasite!”

You trembled, nodding your head, you rushed to agree, “Yes! You’re strong! You’re very strong! Please-let me-go!”

Your eyes flew open as a shrill scream broke through your lips.

Somehow you had ended up upside down on the floor. “Ugh….mmhmmphhmmm.” Sliding, you ended up on your side, staring bleary eyed as the Hulk continued to rampage and destroy the lab.

“Bl-blood?” You voice a thread as a finger rose from the ground, coated in a sticky red substance.

Then the pain hit your head, “Ouch.” The word just a soft sound. A reflex to the pounding and realization that your head was now spilling the blood in a circle under your body.

“Bruce...help..” Black spots began to fill your vision as you prayed for the green giant to disappear and bring back the doctor. The only one in the tower. The only one you could hope to help you now.

“[Y/n]!”

“What happened!?”

“[Y/n]!”

“How could you-!”

“No time for blame-!”

“[Y/n]! I’m so sorry!”

“Stay with us!”

“Fight!” “You’re so strong.”

“Please.”

“[Y/n]...stay…”

Consciousness returned to you slowly. Squinting against bright lights, you began to sit up before blinding pain hit your head.

“Ahhh!” Wincing, you raised a hand to your forehead but stopped as you saw the heart monitor attached to your hand.

“What?”

Finally waking up to look at your surroundings, you realized you were in the tower’s infirmary.

“Oh good. You’re up. You had everyone worried there for a minute.” Dr. Cho walked in, looking pristine and as if she stepped right off of Vogue.

“What? What happened?” Your throat was dry and felt like sandpaper as you attempted to ask her why you were in a hospital bed.

“Here. Drink.” She smiled fondly at you as she held out a plastic cup full of water.

Taking it, you drank greedily, uncaring of the water that spilled over the sides of the cup and your mouth, soaking the front of your hospital gown.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you smiled sheepishly at Dr. Cho. “Sorry.”

She laughed and waved it off, writing in her clipboard as she looked at your monitor next to the bed, “Nothing to be sorry for sweetie. Can you tell me the last thing you remember?”

Frowning, you fiddled with your fingers, wincing as pain pierced your head again.

“Oh sorry. Are you in pain? Let me get you some medicine.” Dr. Cho fiddled with the saline bag hanging up.

And your eyes widened, “The Hulk!”

You remember Bruce and you in the lab and the giant green man throwing you against the wall. The sickening crack of your head splitting open. The copper smell as your blood pooled beneath you.

“Is he? Okay?” You asked quietly, hesitantly.

Dr. Cho wasn’t who answered.

“Bruce is okay. He feels really guilty about losing control around you like that.”

Clint walked into the room, followed by Natasha and Tony.

You waved at them, frowning, “Quilty? Why? I know he didn't it meant to. It’s not his fault.”

Clint had tears in his eyes as he ran and hugged you, causing you to chuckle, “You big baby.” You said affectionately.

“You had us scared there, [Y/n].” Tony spoke up, watching from the doorway.

Natasha nodded as Clint untangled himself from you but continued to sit on the bed by your legs, “When Bruce finally managed to calm back down, you were unconscious in a puddle of blood. He got ahold of us as he rushed to get you stabilized. You lost brain activity there for a while. We thought you were a goner.”

Tears pricked at your own eyes as you heard Natasha talk about what occurred after you passed out.

“Can I see him?”

The three people shared their own looks, and you got impatient. Swinging your legs past Clint, you made to stand up, “I have to see him. I have to tell him it’s not his fault. That I don’t blame him!”

Clint immediately blocked you, with Natasha rushing over and placing a hand on your shoulder.

You glared at her, “I’m not going to disappear to sneak out of the hospital room.”

Natasha merely shrugged, “Just have to make sure.”

You went invisible just to mess with her. Her hand tightened on your shoulder so that you couldn’t move. Returning back to visibility, you sagged under her hand, “I have to see him.” Your voice was plaintive. A plea.

“I know you think it wasn’t my fault.”

You raised your head with a gasp, the tears finally, slowly, falling down your cheeks. Because next to Tony, in the doorway, stood Bruce. He was wearing a different sweatshirt and sweats, and he wouldn’t meet your gaze.

His hands wrung together in front of him as he averted his eyes, seeming interested in the floor pattern, “But I should have had more control. I hurt you. I put you in this room. I’m sorry [Y/n]. You shouldn’t go near me.”

He turned to leave, but a strangled shout from you had him pause in his retreat.

Natasha retracted her hand, and you slowly took the few steps towards the trembling scientist.

“It wasn’t you Bruce. I know that.”

“It was me though! [Y/n]! You should hate me! I’m the monster who hurt you!”

Grabbing his shoulder, grounding him the way Natasha did so often with you, you lowered your voice to a calm, understanding one, “No. It wasn’t you. It was the Hulk. And he also didn’t mean it. I’m not going to get mad at you. You know why?”

You didn’t think he would answer, he just stood, the trembles growing, his breath coming in gasps. Your tears slid silently to fall to the ground as you continued, “Because you’re my family. And Family forgives, and Family moves forward. Family heals and Family shares in their pain and triumphs. You’re part of my family Bruce.”

With a violent shudder, Bruce turned and wrapped you in a tight hug, bringing you both to the ground with the force of it.

Laughing, you patted his back soothingly, “You’re family. And that means so is the Hulk. What happened was an accident. But I don't want you to close yourself off because of it. And I definitely don’t want you to stop spending time with me. After all,” You decided to lighten the atmosphere, “You still have to show me how that molecular thingamajig works.”

Bruce let out a wet chuckle, Clint and Natasha and Tony following with their own.

Looking up over Bruce’s shoulder, you shared a look with Tony, before craning your neck to see Clint and Natasha wiping away their own tears.

“Now. Can I get more Morphine? I have a killer headache.”

Bruce stood up, immediately turning into mother hen mode, “Does it hurt? Where? Dr. Cho! Can you see how many fingers I’m holding up?”

You laughter and happiness continued as he led you back to the bed and Dr. Cho checked your vitals.

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