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lyrker · 1 year

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1 n 3 n 19 n 31 n 50 for the oc asks !!!!

THIS GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY HAVDJVS

1.First oc ever ?

I’m gonna have to pass this one to good ol’ Leader Decrose. I REFUSE to get into the backstory of how he came about, but in this old world I never dive in anymore, he’s like ? A refuge i suppose ? A set of four characters (including my self insert) were based on cards and his was the diamond.

3.Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else ?

Odd situation but I GUESS ?? There’s a few but one I like is named Polaris and they’re like. a dying star. And their big brother figure is Cyrus, aka cc who thought the key to transitioning was dismembering yourself and using dark magic on a lifesize frakenstein doll he made.

They work in a fucked up lab but like, fucked up as in goofy as hell. They’re so silly (:

19.Introduce a character that means a lot to you and why

*SLAMS JACE IN FRONT OF YOU* I love him an insane amount.

Jace Luong was away when the apocalypse striked, lost his daughter thag he blames himself for (but he could never save her anyway), accidentally shot a guy and had to step down from his military position, more for his mental sake than anything, ended up using his best friend, and that last one sounds so bad. and it is. But it is for this Reason that makes me shake him like GRRRR I LOVE YOU. WHY DID YOU DO THAT oh yeah i’m the author loll !!

Because the point of Jace is that. He wants to help so fucking bad but he keeps Messing It Up. He is not evil and I cannot say that enough—he is very “the means justifies the ends” but that does Not mean he doesn’t feel bad for using Noah as a lab rat. When Noah came back to KILL HIM he cried because someone Came Back For Him, even if it was to kill him.

I don’t wanna take up too much space but it’s because he’s not evil just severely fucked up from losing his daughter and the life of being in a world filled with zombies that he’s trying to rush to make some sort of cure, so he can save people, so that people can live again instead of just survive, but he goes about it in a horrible way that, honestly, was probably inevitable.

He’s special to me because he’s a fuck up, but he’s genuinely really really trying. He is not a good person, though.

(also if he was a tma avatar he would be of The Lonely or Eye and that’s so silly)

31.Pick an oc and explain what their Tumblr blog would look like.

I’m going to go with RAYNE because he probably DOES use Tumblr, knowing him. His layout is green but also he’s probably using the Goth/Rave color pallet because he thinks the colors are nice and he’s a 3 am user so that dark mode comes in handy. His pfp is like, his favorite pokémon but with a ditto face.

He reblogs pokemon stuff—screenshots, fanart, memes, etc and he’s Definitely gotten into discourse abt the best game. Also he’s totally a Nightvale listener so throw in some Nightvale posts. I think he reblogs a lot of shitpost art but also just art in general.

And of course, the occasional cat photo and tumblr trademark textposts.

50.Give me the good ol’ oc talk.

I WAS GONNA TALK ABOUT NOAH & CO. BUT I ALWAYS TALK ABOUT THEM so here’s the MoMOF crew, named after the lemon demon song “Mask of my Own Face”

It’s a classic high schoolers sci fi horror story, think stranger things except without mike bc i hate him (did not finish watching stranger things)

Basically, six kids, Rayn, Rowan, Alex, Ash, Zach and Winston are friends ! Yippee ! Average middle/high schoolers.

And one night, Rayn and Rowan (dating) are just hanging out. Rowan is conked the fuck out at Rayn is gaming on his DS, and then he gets a text from Alex saying “Dude, why tf are you outside it’s like 2 am ???” and Rayn is confused outta his mind.

“Wdym i’m literally at home rn.”

Alex attaches a photo, a shot looking thru the blinds of their window of what looks to be Rayn.

Rayn sends a selfie back of the Charmander he just leveled up and Rowan fast asleep.

And it Can’t be him if he just sent that photo, because the beanie he always wears was handmade by Asher himself—whos this guy ?!?

naturally, they text everyone, everyone’s yelling in a vc and was NOT asleep like they should be, and Rayn gets the FANTASTIC idea to go and see who the person is. Alex is yelling that they will personally stab Rayn if he does.

He does anyway.

and they’re too far away now for Alex to see, but they’re watching their phones and when Rayn finally approaches the other Rayn the camera flips and it is missing Half Of It’s Face and then Rayn hangs up.

And they Cannot Find Him.

So for weeks they are searching for Rayn and are scared out of their wits about Why there were Two and they told the police, but they don’t believe them all too much.

But Rowan finds him one night, at the edge of the forest. Half of his face looks tk have been torn away and his hat and coat is gone and he looks run ragged but oh. Oh no.

That’s the real Rayn.

And it turns out, the Rayn they’d been staying with recently was a clone.

And he’s babbling about something, saying they “Can’t trust Winston”

And at the same time, Rowan gets a call. And Zach sounds like he’s running for his life, because Winston cannot talk, let alone sing, and Zach heard them whispering the lyrics to a song he doesn’t know, and ran for it.

So, while they found Rayn, they now don’t know where the real Winston is. And it’s kinda all about not trusting each other but also wanting to stay together because What If Someone Else Gets Taken, and they can’t trust anyone at All because they won’t believe them, and they could be more clones.

Other stuff happens; Ash is going kinda insane, Alex, as the eldest, feels like they have to be the parent of the group because god they’re falling apart and they can’t stand to see it, Zach doesn’t know if the things he’s catching on camera are real or not, and there’s also an almost murder and also arson !! Both by the kids (:

It’s a fun world i like to play around with because the kids dynamics are all super fun <3

#this got so long 💀#jace is my residential wet cat he IS my favorite oc sorry i play favorites #but the MoMOF crew is so silly too (: i don’t indulge in them nearly as much tho #thank you for the ask !!!!!#oc #ocs #oc ask game #yetanotherOCmeme #I FORGOT TO ADD TWS #tw death #tw child death #tw murder #tw mild gore #tw violence

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havoc-warband · 2 years

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long-winded character post ahead >:) three charr, all originals of the havoc warband, very much in the process of being designed and fleshed out. very much taking ideas for what to do with them even if they clash with what i wrote here

made an engi called Sivris Crankhavoc a few days ago! so excited to level her up, get more of a feel for her personality, and Commit Fashion Wars 2 sins while grinding to 80, as per usual

i’ve hinted at it some times before but i want her to be the kind of like. distracted tech person of the ‘band, like

On the far left of the scene, there’s some poor quartermaster with their back against the wall and an arrow at their throat, held there by Vikaros, who got bored of reasoning with them about dinner that night, and who’s only barely being held back by Tavryn (the guardian who i haven’t mentioned on here yet i now realize), this scene being witnessed by Yurmia who’s standing a few tail-lengths away gnawing on a roasted pocket raptor with a twinkle in her eye and a guffaw in her throat, the poor soldier who she stole her current snack from limping away hastily, and finally behind her there’s Sivris looking on slightly distracted, a half-assembled pistol still in her hands

She’s friendly, will share her snacks with you, gets distracted easily by shiny things, enjoys teaching friends about the stuff she’s passionate about but guards her own secrets and tech jealously, loves putting stuff together... Bandmates say the sound of her thoughts flying through her brain sounds like the clicking of gears. “Putting stuff together” also applies to bandmates after a slightly-more-heated-than-usual argument

She’s got good tactical thinking, going into the future the way that Vikaros’ doesn’t: he concerns himself with the daily things, and gets her advice on long-term plans and moves, along with Yurmia’s wisdom

When the warband was being formed and they were choosing their names, Sivris was actually solidly conked out/loopy like a skritt on fermented fruit after receiving a wrench to the head while rooting through piles of equipment at the junkyard, which is why her bandmates chose this name for her

I’m gonna use this same post for Tavryn actually and also the elementalist I’m still working on to complete the picture

the guardian tavryn havocshield! name and design loosely based on a guardian i had a long time ago, that i have since deleted in favour of a character, that i newly deleted in favour of remaking Tavryn.

she’s the conscience of the warband, Lawful Good-wise, and has a protective streak a mile wide as her last name also implies. She trains a lot to be able to take a ton of damage and protect her ‘bandmates so they can do their best work. She’s known Vikaros and most of the rest of the band since the fahrar, so she’s seen them all at their worst, and no rank will come between tavryn and her scolding you for snatching that piece of equipment while the original owner wasn’t looking, give it the fuck back we’re gonna get in trouble. the only bandmate she’s slightly afraid of is Yurmia, because she’s Old, and that triggers the Hierarchy Following in tavryn’s brain, so she does defer to the mesmer a little. only a little.

ele time. so, i’ve got this char, who’s already level 60, and 425 artificer. i’m sincerely debating just getting them a namechange and a total makeover kit because that was Effort, You Guys, and also they’re one of my oldest characters... and still level 60 i know don’t look at me

reason for the namechange is because their current name is... unsuitable. i was really fucking bad at naming characters like eight years ago and it’s gotten a Little Better since then. but god.

the longer i’m thinking about the makeover kit though, the more i’m like. nah, this is actually a fantastic character design... i may have not known how names worked but i had the design down

so, i have absolutely no idea what their role’s going to be in lore yet, but i want something like... so, coming back to the scene i sketched, i want the elementalist to be... napping somewhere else. the scene’s complete. the elementalist is quiet. aloof. shuts up a lot of time but when they do speak up it’s Insightful, Meaningful, or the absolute peak of comedy, no in betweens. they also pack a huge fucking punch in a fight and their fighting is big and showy and extravagant, and with reason. they cast fireballs left right and center and the sparkle in their eye at the sheer power they just unleashed onto their enemies is enough to set off another explosion somewhere else. very much “point me at the enemies and i’m happy”

you made it this far? congratulations, have Vikaros’ Pride fit >:) (that did totally not take me a half fucking hour)

#havoc warband #many many many thoughts #all charr thoughts though #charr #gw2

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muffinshark · 3 years

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#bucky barnes #sam wilson #alpine #sambucky #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #also #steve rogers #lmao #m draws #mcu fanart #i was gonna post this here last night and then i totally just conked out

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jaypsnax · 3 years

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Alright then, to take it from the top... here’s some things I’ve done here or there for this dang game, from oldest to newest. With a big chunk of months starting with the margin Floofty there. Much is traditional and such, which is not my most practiced medium. Details on each below, just because I like over-explaining and it helps my nerves about posting.

1st: Fairly certain this Gramble is the first thing I did that was OK enough to show. Or, at least close to the first. He was one of my favorites and still is for his kindness(though he also can be really mean and paranoid, also a reason why I like him), so I wanted to get around to em. Also he’s very cute, I love my little malewife. I wanna scoop him up and hold him. Trouble is, Gramble has to have some of the most awkward proportions I’ve yet experienced while trying to draw a grumpus, I swear. That, and the more I looked at it, the more I grew to be unhappy with it. That generally applies to basically all of the drawings from last year, I find them to be “eh” at best. But it is what it is. 2nd: Second up is Flooftyyy, my most favorite. Intelligent, well-spoken, morally ambiguous, NB... and an asshole. But one with a cause they believe in that’s ultimately well intentioned, which they’ll go to self-destructive lengths to fulfill. And it’s clear they struggle to really get a grasp on how to treat people and have learned to cope with their frustration by shutting everyone out and believing them to be ignorant. While still obviously playing favorites between Eggabell and Triffany :p But by the end of the game, they’re learning that in order to really do what they want, they’ve got to really try and understand others. They’re the sort that I’d love to keep following to see their development. The awkwardness, the uncomfortable apologies and attempts at empathizing or opening up, the potential for blossoming relationships and a connection with others that, maybe, they’ve never quite experienced before. Their character is one that’s kind of close to my heart for being interesting and also quite similar to one I made and roleplayed for years. Add in the fact they’re NB and that just sealed the deal, that’s some fucking gender goddamn euphoria right there. So I had to draw them. 3rd: This one also mostly falls under the same explanation as above, except it was an effort as really figuring out grumpus bodies and proportions and stuff. Albeit in the form of solely Floofty, but my mental bandwidth for anything more than a drawing or two at a time is zilch. After that I’m spent. It was the first thing that I felt even marginally satisfied with, however.... I just feel like I’m in danger when looking at it. Like I’m gonna lose my way of things and habits I’ve built now from observing it too closely. Did keep the eyes, however. Kind of. 4th: To be real w you I just felt like drawing a Filbo after seeing a Filbo. He’s cute and I’d put a smooch on his dumb little head. Also more practice w grump stuff, but with some intentional attempts at stylization. I guess it didn’t stick, but who knows, maybe I could pick some of it back up? 5th: THE FIRST NEW DRAWING FROM A FEW DAYS AGO and it’s FLOOFTY, of course. It’s not really the first, there’s a few other things before it, but they suck so... yeah. I’d crawled out of the Bugsnax hole somewhat after a few months and failing to really do anything I actually wanted to do before, but a particular fic conked me right back 6 ft under. Piled the dirt over me and packed it in tight. So here I am again. And not only is it like that, but after binging a whole nearly 60,000 words in a night/morning, I was struck with the inspiration to actually write myself. Or try to, anyway. I have experience in RPing, but not a whole lot in actually... making a story myself. It’s not been going well, but I’ve talked plenty about that already... I’m sure it gets annoying for the whole maybe one person whose seen most of it to witness. And I’m still having fun. I’d mention the fic, but considering it’s NSFW and I’m officially tagging this... I don’t know if they’d want me advertising it as such. But surprise surprise, it’s Floofty related. And don’t get the wrong idea, while it covers explicit subject matter, that’s not entirely the point. Not a bad thing if it were, just that it’s more than that. I just like good character writing over all else, which is something liking this game to begin with heavily reinforced.... 6th: Heeeere’s Gramble, again. I’d been doing some little drawings for character profile stuff in my notebook, but I started to run into some difficulties when I got to him. This here is one of the results of the couple of little draws I did to try and understand. Again, his proportions are so *weird*. He’s just a little guy.... 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th: Here marks the first impulse draw after considering Buddy/Filbo/Beffica poly stuff. As well as the sudden Buddy drawing in general, which came as a big shock to me. These draws are suuuper rough, but I like the concepts. And goodness has this stuff been a whole ‘nother tangent... I did a fair amount of talking about it here. I’d do more, since there were TONS of details I still wanted to mentioned, but... my hands are starting to hurt. So maybe later. I realized that I kinda of messed up their design in my head bc I thought they had more similar teeth to Clumby. Whoops. That’s what I get for not using reference and same with FlooFTY’S TEETH AND THE WATCH NOOOOOOOOOO- .... *Ahem* I reckon the design is subject to change. Gotta make some little adjustment here or there, like maybe different eyes to distinct them from Floofty, but I actually rather... like the look. The hat, tie, and maybe a change to a bag on the side look nice... if totally not canon. But I will have just a little break from canon, as a treat. Otherwise it’s canon or bust. Personally, at least. I don’t really hold others to that standard unless they say they’re trying to follow canon or diverge so badly that a character is unrecognizable.

#bugsnax #Floofty Fizzlebean #Filbo Fiddlepie #Beffica Winklesnoot #Journalist #uhhhhh #Gramble Gigglefunny #This is NOT going to be a common thing #Floating around in official tags kinda freaks me out #my art

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glitterandmoondustofficial · 3 years

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Side To Side

Chapter 198: Blue

Characters: Ruby, Law, Ikkaku Rating: T Warnings: Language, adult situations with adult solutions, anxiety Notes: Sorry for such a long wait. I've been writing a lot of stuff recently, but it's all been post canon stuff. Speaking of, can you believe people honestly think that Law is going to die?!

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Ruby woke up to an empty bed, which was very normal. She was used to her boyfriend waking up before her and not being a total dick and letting her sleep. She snuggled into the covers further, letting the warmth from them take her. She was half-way asleep again when she heard the door open.

“Alright, I let you sleep in enough. Time to be an adult.” She heard Law say in his grumpy tone.

“But Laaaaaw,” she whined. He ripped the blankets off of her. “Noooooo!”

“Get up, brat.”

Ruby sat up and stretched. He didn’t have to be so mean. He knew that she slept naked and that the sub was cold. She relaxed and stared at him and his raised right brow. She opened her arms and grinned widely at him.

“Kiss.”

“No. Get dressed.”

She pouted. “Don’t be so grumpy. Kiss me.”

Law scoffed and leaned down to kiss her. “There, now get dressed and do your job.”

Ruby wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him onto the bed. He groaned annoyed but didn’t move. “But I’ve got a black eye and bruised knuckles, you should let me be lazy.”

“No.”

“Don’t be so gruuuumpyyyyy.”

Law groaned. “You’re like this too early in the morning,” he complained. “Come on. Clione made pancakes.”

“Oh fuck!” She exclaimed and jumped out of bed. “Pancake time.”

Law watched with a half amused gaze as she flitted around the room throwing on some shorts and a black tank top. She slipped into her fuzzy slippers and threw her hair into a big, poofy bun.

“Let’s go, loser.” She grabbed his hand and dragged him along. She heard Law sigh but he held onto her hand all the same.

He tugged on her arm and she stopped, turning to look at him in curiosity. He pulled her towards him and kissed her forehead. Ruby smiled warmly and hugged him happily. He kissed her forehead again. She tilted her head up and they kissed chastely.

Her heart felt light. It was like she was floating on air. She was so happy to have him in her arms. He nuzzled her nose and she didn’t even flinch when he brushed against the bruising on her eye and cheek.

“Sorry you have a black eye and bruised knuckles.”

“I wouldn’t be here today if that stuff had ever stopped me.”

He made a noise in agreement and hugged her. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, mo chuisle. I’ll always fight for you and protect you. You are my captain after all.”

“That’s why?” He raised his brow. “Not because we’re a couple and you love me?”

“Nope.” She gave him a toothy grin. “Come on. You being mushy is denying me my pancakes.”

“Nope,” he said her words back to her. “You gotta deal with it.”

“Weren’t you the one dragging me out of bed?” She didn’t turn away when he leaned in and kissed her again. Oh, and she could kiss him all day. She was lost in his lips; in his arms; in his scent.

She felt someone smack the back of her head and yelped.

“It’s too early,” Ikkaku groused. “Don’t you guys have a room for that?”

Ruby groaned and rubbed the back of her head. “Fine,” she huffed. She grabbed Law’s hand and started to pull him along again. “Pancake time.”

The three of them made their way to the mess. Law and Ruby sat down next to each other while Ikkaku sat across from them. Ruby sat, with her huge stack of 4 pancakes, and happily dug in.

Law covered his mouth and Ikkaku grinned at her. Ruby looked up curiously. “What?”

“You’re so cute, Ruby.” Ikkaku leaned in and pinched her cheek. “Also, that’s a lot of food for you. Three bacon, four pancake, many egg.”

“Bro, I have been so hungry as of late.”

“You were just in a huge fist fight. You probably still need to recover from that.”

“Mmm yeah. I conked out last night.” Ruby shoved some eggs in her mouth. She looked over to Law who was sipping his coffee causally. She smiled and returned to her meal. “It will be nice to be in the greenhouse today. It’s going to be a day of just picking the produce and putting them in crates.”

“That’ll be good.”

“Mmhmm.”

Ikkaku and Ruby made small talk while Law drank his coffee and occasionally rubbed Ruby’s knee. It was a good morning. She ate until she was full and happily relaxed around her nakama.

She was in her greenhouse, picking her strawberries and absolutely snacking on them when her stomach started to cramp. She groaned and sat in one of her chairs and rubbed her stomach.

“I hope I didn’t eat too much, ugh.” She let out a breath and closed her eyes, leaning into the chair. She opened her eyes when the door opened.

“Aren’t you supposed to be picking strawberries?” She heard Law’s gruff voice.

“My stomach just started to cramp real bad.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be starting your menstrual cycle this week?”

“Uhhhhh,” she looked over to him. “Why do you know that?”

“Why wouldn’t I know that?”

Ruby rolled her eyes. “Lemme check the calendar.” She stood up and walked over to her messy, tiny desk. She felt around for her dirt covered calendar and looked at it. She stared at it, starting to frown. “It was supposed to be last week.”

“Well, being late can happen. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Law said very doctorly and matter-of-factly. Ruby sighed and looked at him with a frown. “Do you want to take a test?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, come on. I assure you it will be fine, though.”

“Humor me.”

“I said I would, come on.” He said with an annoyed sigh. Ruby walked up to him and nervously took his hand. He relaxed and leaned in and kissed her temple. “It’ll be okay.”

She nodded and let him lead her to the clinic. She nervously fidgeted as he pulled out a sample cup. He handed it to her with an expectant raised brow.

“I expect you know what to do by now.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled as she walked away and into the bathroom.

She let out a large, anxious sigh. She’s never had to do this with him before. She never thought she would. Although, his obvious confidence in the matter made it seem like it was fine. And, let’s be real, he was probably right and she was just being paranoid. However, if it was what it was she wanted it taken care of immediately. She didn’t want anything to do with anything. She just wanted to go pick strawberries while Law’s smooth voice talked to her while he momentarily ignored his duties.

She squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She’s cleaned up now. She was safe. She was healthy. This wasn't supposed to happen. She took a deep breath, barely holding back her sob. She closed her eyes and counted back from 10. She straightened her back and washed her hands. She made sure to make it look like she wasn’t crying as she checked herself one last time in the mirror.

She walked back into the clinic, her sample cup in her hand. She handed it to Law and he took it casually. He set it down on the table and leaned in and kissed her forehead.

“You don’t need to cry over this, we’ll take care of it.”

Of course he knew. He always knew.

They sat on the bed in the middle of the room while the machine ran it’s test. “Let’s not leave it up to an unreliable stick.” He said, annoyed that she would even consider something like that. Ruby had grabbed his hand and was playing with it, trying to ignore her anxiety. He stopped her and firmly held her hand.

“Relax,” he told her. He didn’t care. No. It’s not even that he didn’t care, he knew. He knew there was nothing wrong and that she was just worrying herself to death. He wasn’t nervous, at most he was a little annoyed that she pulled him away to deal with her anxiety. There was not a single ounce of doubt flowing through his veins and he didn’t hide that he knew he was right.

The machine beeped and Law stood up. He walked over to the machine and tapped a couple keys. He didn’t look at her when he said, “negative.”

Ruby collapsed onto the bed and let out a relieved sigh. She felt tears in her eyes again and fought them back. She heard the click of Law’s shoes as he walked over and behind her. She opened her eyes and watched him stare at her.

“Why were you so anxious? You’ve been through this before in a less safe environment.”

She hesitated. She took a breath. “I just…” she sighed. “I thought I was over this kinda stuff.”

“It was negative, babe.”

“I know. And it’s not like you would throw me off the ship.”

“Of course.” He looked offended that it was even brought up. “Look, if you’re really that anxious about it I can make you a pill. Vasectomies are almost 100% effective. You will never get pregnant.” Ruby frowned and sat back up. She pouted and Law sighed. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, laying his chin on her head. “You’ve been under some stress recently, that’s probably why you are late. You were eating more because you were recently in a couple of fights. You were getting stomach cramps because you’re about to start your menstrual cycle. You are okay and everything is normal.” Ruby sighed and leaned back into him. “Sorry that I’m not being empathetic enough.”

Ruby shrugged. “You have, like, zero empathy so that doesn’t surprise me.”

“Then sympathy. Compassion?”

“It’s fine. I need your rationality anyway.” She rubbed his arms. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, letting his presence relax her. “Will you massage my feet later tonight?”

“Maybe. If you finish picking your strawberries.”

“Slave driver,” she muttered, fingering his hands.

“Yep.” He pulled away from her and she pouted. Ruby took a deep breath and hopped off of the bed. She adjusted her top and sighed.

“I’m gonna go back to work.”

“Good,” Law said with a little relief in his tone. He was probably feeling better that she wasn’t letting her anxiety take over. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

“Yep.”

Ruby spent the next few hours picking strawberries, like her original plan for the day was. Ikkaku came by to chat and had no idea what happened, and Ruby wanted to keep it like that for now. Yes, Ruby was fine now, but she was still relaxing from churning in her stomach from before.

She didn’t see Law again until dinner, where they were fed a hearty soup and soda bread (everyone’s favorite captain not eating the bread). She was mopping up the last of her soup with her bread, still a bit hungry and thinking about going back for seconds.

“Eat,” Law said. “You need more calories if you’re getting hungry more often.”

“I know,” she said and finished off the rest of her bread. She stood up and sighed. “My ass is going to get fat.”

“How is that a bad thing?” Law grinned when she rolled her eyes. “Do you care?”

“Not really, no,” she shrugged and walked into the kitchen, getting more soup and bread. She ate her meal, feeling a bit nostalgic of her long forgotten memories of a kid. Her mind started drifting into thought of her as a kid. What a terrible, troublesome child she was. Any kids of hers would be nightmares. Any kids of Law’s would be nightmares. Yikes. Their kids would be terrible, terrible children. She sighed wistfully. Thank god she wasn’t pregnant.

She leaned in and kissed Law’s cheek. He gave her a funny look, like why in the hell was she being so blatantly affectionate around people at the dinner table. She just grinned at him. So absofuckinglutely glad she was not pregnant.

“You’re in a much better mood than earlier,” Law commented as he massaged her feet.

“It’s because I started to think about us as parents.”

Law stopped immediately and stared at her like he saw a ghost. “Y-You’re not thinking of…”

“No!” She laughed. “I was thinking how any kids of ours would be monsters and how we would be terrible parents!”

“You would be such a bitch when pregnant.”

“I know!”

Law gave her a tired smile. He leaned up and captured her lips in an obviously relieved kiss. “I love you. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Me too. Eating helped.”

“It’s amazing what food and a nap will do.”

Ruby grinned and kissed him again. “Alright, continue with the massage. My feet hurt.” Law rolled his eyes but continued.

She was so happy. She could continue her life on the sea by his side. She could continue to be with Ikkaku and her Heart Pirates. She was so so so happy to be childfree and with her nakama and on the sea. She had her lover; she had her nakama; and she’ll never need anything more.

#one piece fanfiction #opfanfic #trafalgar law #one piece #lawxoc #law x oc #side to side #sela ruby #ruby sela

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parkernotes · 5 years

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sick day

also available on ao3

post-endgame / sickfic / domestic fluff

featuring worried parents pepperony & big brother peter

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The shrill sound of the bell indicating the end of the last period of the day is definitely the best thing Peter has ever heard. Mrs. Warren starts reminding them about the next week's quiz, but her voice gets muffled by the sound of Peter's classmates packing their bags and dragging their chairs across the floor noisily as they stand up. Peter is able to hear it due to his super hearing, so he messily writes down a reminder on his planner before throwing everything inside his bag and hurrying up to catch up with Ned who is already waiting by the door.

"So, MJ and Betty told me during lunch they want to go grab some pizza tonight, are you in? I think Zach and Tyler are coming too, but I'm not sure," Ned says as they step out of the classroom into the hallway, already packed with students. He pauses for a moment before continuing, "You know, it's enough time for you to… hang out. In Queens. For a while. If you know what I mean. We were planning to meet up at 8."

Peter chuckles, but shakes his head. "I'm gonna spend the weekend at the lakehouse. I'll only have time to pack a bag when I get home, so no hanging out in Queens today, I guess," he explains, tugging the hem of Ned's jacket, silently indicating he needs to stop by his locker.

Ned hums as Peter inputs his passcode on the lock. "I thought you were going to be around again this time. It's been a while since you went there, yeah?"

"Not that long," Peter says, pulling out his Chemistry and Calculus textbooks. His Physics one is already inside his bag, and with three different exams scheduled for the following week, he will have no choice but get some revision done during the weekend. "It's because Pepper went on a business trip, and Tony had to tag along, for some reason. Guess it was pretty important."

Tony mentioned something about going with Pepper to California to deal with some issues of the company - Peter didn't really understand what those entailed, only that the couple would be gone for two weeks. They left Morgan in Mrs. Rhodes' care, who is by all means Morgan's honorary grandmother. She invited Peter over multiple times the past few days to hang out with them, but due to the pile of homework he had to complete, the countless of tests his teachers were scheduling plus patrols, he had no time to barely breathe, let alone visit them. It didn't stop him from feeling bad, though.

Peter doesn't think he has sleep for more than four hours during the past week while trying to balance all aspects of his life, and it's getting to him. Despite the stamina that came with the spider bite, he can still only push himself so far. He feels quite lethargic due to the exhaustion, and just can'twait to fall asleep in his room at the lakehouse tonight.

"Well, we'll miss you, man," Ned says as they start walking towards the exit again.

"I'll come back Sunday afternoon, though," Peter says as they head down the steps. "Maybe there'll be some time to hang out."

"Alright, you let me know," Ned says.

They hurriedly do their handshake when Ned spots his bus parking in front of the school, and Peter watches him run towards it in order to grab a seat, pushing some people by accident in the process. He smiles a bit to himself, but as soon as his friend is out of sight, he can feel the exhaustion creep on him again.

He feels bad for not patrolling after school as usual, but at the same time he knows he wouldn't be able to do much. At best, he would stop some muggings before falling asleep on a random rooftop out of pure fatigue. He doesn't really want to be woken up by a desperate call from Tony asking if he's alright - not again - so Peter decides it's probably for the better.

Happy knocks on their door at 5 p.m. sharp, only a few minutes after Peter is done packing his bag. From his room, he hears May opening the front door and greeting Happy excitingly, as if they hadn't seen each other just yesterday.

Peter cringes to himself. He still refuses to stop and think about that .

He pauses when he hears a third voice in the living room, loud and familiar.

"So, where's the kid? Please don't tell me he forgot we were coming."

At that, Peter stands up right away, heading to his door as May laughs, answering he's just getting ready. He walks through the short hallway and into the living room, pausing as the three adults turn around to face him.

"Tony," he breathes, a big smile on his face as he closes the distance between them. Tony catches him in a warm hug, chuckling against Peter's hair and patting him on the back.

"Missed me much?"

"I didn't know you were coming!" he smiles as he steps back, glancing up at the other man. "Hey, Happy!"

"Hi, kiddo," Happy says. "How have you been?"

"Good, good," Peter says, despite everything.

"You look a bit tired," Mr. Stark points out, not unkindly. "School's been tough?"

"He's been working hard," May answers for him, her tone proud but somewhat concerned at the same time. She pats him on the back softly while looking at Tony. "This weekend will be good to him, so make sure he rests a lot."

"Don't you worry, there will be no studying done under my watch," Tony reassures her, winking at Peter. "So, you ready?"

Peter nods, already turning towards his room. "I'll just get my bag!"

Turns out Tony was already in town to meet with someone and decided to wait for Peter so that they could head to the lakehouse together. However, he also finds out Happy will actually be staying behind with May, which is fine, but also totally weird. After hugging May goodbye, he tries to glare at Happy but only ends up receiving an amused - but also suspiciously nervous - chuckle and a hair ruffle from the man.

Once finally on their way to the lake house, Peter can't help but nod along sleepily as Tony talks away about his time with Pepper in California, sat comfortably on the passenger seat of one of Tony's many fancy cars. They're not even out of town when he finally dozes off, head resting on top of his hoodie crumpled up against the window.

He doesn't know how much time has passed once he wakes up, but they're on the road. The sun is setting on their left, and the sky is all shades of purple and orange. Music is playing softly from the speakers, and Tony glances at him once Peter raises his head.

"Hey, sleeping beauty, thanks for conking out on me," he says.

Peter smiles, stretching his arms in front of him with a groan. "Sorry, it's been a long day."

"I'm just kidding," Tony says, but Peter already knows. "Sleep more if you want. We have around half an hour left before we get there."

Peter nods, raising his hands to rub up and down his arms. Even though the AC is off, he feels colder than usual.

He catches Tony looking at him again through his peripheral vision, and soon he's supplying helpfully, "There's a blanket in the glove department."

"Oh, thanks," Peter says around a yawn.

He opens the glove department and pulls out a carefully folded Paw Patrol blanket, certainly Morgan's. It's thick enough though, so Peter doesn't hesitate before covering his upper body with it, resting his head on the same place as before. He's out again a few minutes later.

The next time he wakes up is by Tony shaking him gently, a hand on his shoulder. Once Peter's eyes flutter open and focus, he realizes they've arrived at the lake house, and night has fallen.

"We're here, bud," Tony announces, opening the door on his side to step out.

Soon enough, the dark landscape is illuminated by the warm light coming from the inside of the house as the front door opens and a tiny figure steps out. Morgan comes running directly towards Peter as he steps out of the car, and despite all the fatigue, he picks her up easily.

"Pete! I've missed you," she says, loosening the grip her short arms have around his neck only to kiss him on the cheek with a loud smack .

He giggles despite himself, twirling them both around. "Me too," he says. "Sorry for not visiting you at Mrs. Rhodes house."

"It's okay," she says.

Peter puts her down and she runs to greet Tony just as Pepper steps out of the house, heading towards the car. Peter meets her halfway in a gentle embrace, sighing softly against her shoulder.

"How have you been, sweetheart?" she asks, pulling Peter back to look at him properly. She brushes a curl away from his forehead, studying his face attentively. "May told me you've been so busy with school."

"Yeah, it's been hard, but I'm almost done with most tests," he shrugs, smiling softly.

He's sure Pepper knows how tired he feels when she says, "After dinner you'll go to bed right away, yeah? We can do whatever you kids want to do tomorrow."

"Yeah," he breathes, smiling gratefully. He turns around to face the car, "I just have to get my-"

"Tony will bring your bag inside for you," Pepper interrupts, raising her voice so that said man can hear. She wraps an arm around Peter's shoulders, leading him to the front door. "Right, honey?"

"Yeah," Tony grunts, and Peter looks behind his shoulder only too see him balancing Peter's bag on his right shoulder and Morgan on the left one.

Peter feels weirdly dizzy when he steps out of his room after showering and changing into some comfy clothes. He suspects it might be because he hasn't eaten in a while, or because he hasn't slept for a long time the previous night despite his nap on their way from the city, but, either way, he feels like crap.

He plops down on the couch next to Morgan, who's attentively watching My Little Pony on Netflix. He can hear Tony and Pepper cooking in the kitchen, and the smell of homemade tomato sauce drifting from there.

Peter closes his eyes, resting the back of his head against the soft cushion of the couch. He hears Morgan giggling at a particular funny line and Pepper complaining about something Tony's done in the kitchen, but soon these sounds become muted and he starts to fall asleep.

He almost dozes off when he startles himself with a violent sneeze.

Morgan jumps from where she's sat next to him, looking at him with wide eyes before saying, "Bless you."

"Thanks, Mo," he says, the sound coming off a bit nasal.

He makes a quick trip to the bathroom to blow his nose, and settles on the same spot next to Morgan when he comes back. This time, he falls asleep without any interruptions.

"Bud, dinner is ready," Tony's voice drags him back to reality. "You're really worn out, hm?"

Peter groans in response, feeling the man's brushing through his hair. A moment passes, then the hand pauses.

"You're a bit warm," Tony observes. His hand travels down to press against Peter's forehead, then his cheek. "How're you feeling?"

After a moment of consideration, Peter opens his eyes tentatively. "Head hurts a bit. I'm feeling kinda weak, too," he admits after a few moments of hesitation, not feeling like hiding it.

"Well, you might be coming down with a fever," Tony sighs, a worried crease between his brows. "Pep, can you get me the thermometer?"

Pepper, who had just entered the room with the plates to set the table, frowns at them. "What happened?"

"Kiddo's a bit warm. He's not feeling very good, either," Tony replies, hand gently landing back on Peter's hair.

"Oh no, sweetheart," she sighs, placing the plates down on the table. "I'll be right back."

Morgan makes her way from the dining table, where she was excitingly waiting for her spaghetti plate, to the armchair near Peter and Tony. She looks down at Peter with a frown, so similar to her dad's - Peter softly smiles up at her, reassuringly.

Pepper comes back only a few moments later with the thermometer. She turns it in and hands it to Peter, who closes his lips around it with a sigh.

"Come help me put the table, baby," she calls Morgan. "Peter's just fine, hm?"

Morgan follows after her mom silently, not before throwing one last fearful glance behind her shoulder.

Once the thermometer beeps, Peter pulls it off and Tony takes it to check the reading.

"105.3," he pronounces. "Well, you do run a little hotter than us, but that's a little bit high for you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Tony sighs, looking down at him empathetically. "I would only really start worrying if it goes above 106, though. I think with some proper food in your system and a long night of sleep you'll be just fine."

"God, I hope so," Peter groans, rubbing his hands across his face. "That would suck."

He hears Tony chuckle, and in the next moment the man is standing up. "C'mon, before Morguna eats all the food."

Peter usually helps to wash the dishes after dinner when he's over at the lake house, but this time Tony brushes him off.

"I can handle a few dishes on my own," he says, patting Peter on the shoulder and turning him towards the staircase. "Go on, I'll check on you after I'm done."

Peter can only nod sleepily in response, slowly starting to climb the steps behind Morgan and Pepper. The little girl is already proclaiming which bedtime story she wants to read this time, and once they reach upstairs she turns around to look up at Peter.

"Do you wanna read, too?" she asks, reaching out to take Peter's hand in her own tiny one.

Peter's heart breaks a little. Throughout dinner, he tried to speak up and join the conversation not to frighten Morgan with his condition, but it wasn't much. Looking down at her, he can easily understand she doesn't want to let him out of her sight just yet.

Pepper puts a hand on top of Morgan's head, gently brushing her hair back while giving Peter a reassuring look. "Peter needs to rest, sweetheart," she then says, looking down at Morgan. "You can play with him tomorrow, alright? Say goodnight."

Morgan pouts, reluctantly letting go of Peter's hand. "Goodnight," she says.

Peter smiles tiredly, reaching out to pat her in the head. He'd usually give her a hug and a kiss, but he doesn't want to risk spreading any germs. "Goodnight, Mo."

After turning around and heading to his room, Peter doesn't even bother to turn on the lights. He makes a beeline for his bed and crashes into it, then tiredly arranges the covers on top of his body.

He wakes up to someone touching his hand. He startles, eyes shooting open, but once his vision focuses he sees Tony sitting on the edge of his bed in the semi-darkness, holding Peter's wrist against his chest. The lights from the hallway are entering his bedroom through the narrow opening of the door, and thanks to that Peter is able to see the watch Tony is slipping on his wrist.

"What…?" he begins, trying to sit down.

"Hey, it's alright," Tony reassures him, easing him back against his pillow with a hand on his shoulder. "Didn't mean to wake you up. This is to track your vitals during the night, okay? FRIDAY will let me know if your temperature rises."

"Oh," Peter replies, bringing his wrist closer to his face to inspect it.

"How do you feel?"

"About the same," Peter replies, eyelids already starting to feel unbearably heavy again.

Tony sighs, tucking the covers up to Peter's chin before standing up. "Even though you have the watch, let me know in case you need anything, yeah?"

Peter hums in response, eyes fluttering close. The last thing he hears is Tony softly wishing him a goodnight and the door behind closed with a muted click after he steps out of the room.

The next time he wakes from sleep, is to quiet voices talking in his room.

Before even opening his eyes, the next thing Peter feels is a pounding headache and how... damp his clothes feel. He whimpers softly at the pain, and suddenly he hears someone shushing him and a hand brushing through his hair.

"Pete, come on, I need to give you some medicine," Tony's voice says. "Can you sit up?"

Peter tries, but there slightest movement he makes with his head makes the headache pound at his skull. "Hurts," he manages to groan softly.

"I know, kiddo," Tony replies. "The medicine will help."

He blinks his eyes open, and he spots Tony sitting on the exact spot to when he was slipping the watch on Peter's wrist. Behind him, Pepper is standing up with her arms crossed over her chest, looking over them with a frown.

"I'll get him another shirt," she says once as Tony helps him up.

Looking down, Peter realizes his shirt is almost soaked in cold sweat.

"Come on, arms up," Tony tells him quietly, minding his headache, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Peter weakly lifts his arms in front of him, and Tony drags the fabric up his chest, through his head and then through his arms until he's shirtless. He whimpers, feeling colder than ever, but soon enough there's another shirt - completely dry this time, thank God - going over his head.

The movements make Peter feel a bit dizzy, so he closes his eyes as he leans back against the pillows Pepper arranged against the headboard of the bed.

"Don't fall asleep, Pete," Tony urges. When Peter's eyes flutter open, he sees Tony opening a small pill bottle. "Give me your hand."

He drops two pills on the palm of Peter's hand and gives him a glass of water.

"This should work for your metabolism. Superhero Ibuprofen, if you will," he says conversationally as Peter swallows the pills. "Courtesy of Bruce. Your Aunt should have some back in Queens, too."

Peter feels a wave of warmth wash over him. Knowing that there are people thinking ahead for him, taking care of this kind of stuff even though he thought he would never get this sick ever again, makes him feel a little bit better despite the pain.

Peter didn't even noticed Pepper was gone, but suddenly she steps out of the adjoined bathroom of his room with a wet cloth and a hand towel.

"Come here, sweetheart," she guides him forwards gently so that Peter is sitting on the bed but not leaning back against the pillows. She uses the towel to wipe off some of the sweat from his collarbones, neck and his face.

While she does it, Tony hurries to change his pillowcase, so that when Peter's eased back to lay down on his back again, he's not grossly covered in cold sweat anymore. The slightly cold wet cloth is placed against his burning forehead, and as Tony adjusts it against his skin Peter can already feel himself drifting off.

"Th'nks," he manages to murmur before falling asleep.

Peter's temperature doesn't rise again throughout the night, but he doesn't sleep very well. He turns around a lot and the movements only serve to make him even more dizzy. When morning comes, instead of waking up to FRIDAY or Pepper announcing that breakfast is ready as usual, the door opens slowly and Tony steps into the room with a bowl on one of his hands. Peter wasn't deeply asleep to begin with, so his eyes flutter open at the noise.

Peter only blinks up at Tony as he sits down on the edge of the mattress and places the bowl on the nightstand. Through his mostly clogged nose, Peter can smell oatmeal, banana and honey.

"Your temperature dropped," Tony observes, voice almost a whisper. He raises a hand to brush Peter's messy curls away from his forehead, and he notices that the wet cloth placed there during the night is gone. "Feeling any better?"

"Head doesn't hurt anymore," Peter replies. "It feels kinda heavy though. Feeling kinda weak."

"That's because you haven't eaten anything since dinner," Tony observes promptly. "Try eating this and then going back to sleep, alright? You gotta sleep it off, rest as much as you can."

"Kay," Peter agrees, only because he just wants to get over this sickness as soon as possible.

"Good kid," Tony praises. "You should get sick more often. You're never this compliant."

Peter scoffs. "Ha ha," he says, slowly getting up. "You know I-"

He interrupts himself when the door creaks as it's slowly pushed open. Both he and Tony turn around to look, and sure enough Morgan is peeking through the narrow opening, wide eyes fixed on Peter.

"Mo, weren't you eating breakfast?" Tony asks.

"I finished already," she replies, unusually quiet.

Tony sighs fondly, reaching his hand towards her. "C'mere."

Morgan hesitantly steps inside the room as Peter reaches for the oatmeal bowl on his nightstand.

"Your brother's fine," Tony reassures her, pulling her up to sit on his lap once she's close enough. "He's improved a lot already, yeah? It happens. He'll be up soon enough, climbing up walls and giving us all heart attacks."

Peter smiles. "Yeah, don't worry," he agrees, holding back a wince at how hoarse his voice sounds. "We'll get to play before I leave."

"Today?"

"I'm afraid not yet today, baby," Tony answers for him. "Maybe tomorrow. Petey needs to sleep as much as he can to be strong again."

Morgan huffs, but nods. "Okay."

She only stays for a few more minutes, still looking terribly sulky as she goes away to find her mom. Peter sighs after swallowing a spoonful of food, feeling terrible about the whole ordeal. He was supposed to be perfectly fine , playing on the edge of the lake with Morgan during the morning and then coming back inside to revise for his exams during the afternoon, only to spend the evening before and a little bit after dinner with Tony in the garage. He missed them all so much, but now he's making them spend their time looking after his sorry self.

Being sick really fucking sucks.

"Stop sighing, you're depressing me," Tony pipes up a while afterwards, looking up from the phone he pulled out of his pocket. "Don't blame yourself for this, alright? Pep and I were expecting this. She spent a long time away from everything familiar to her, but even now that we're back her routine is still not back to normal. It would be kinda weird if she wasn't acting up a little bit."

Peter thinks a little about it. Before Tony and Pepper had to leave for California, Peter saw them practically every weekend and therefore was able to spend a lot of time with Morgan. She's still probably facing the same separation anxiety as he is, but worse. Not surprising for a five year-old.

"Still sucks," he concludes grumpily. "I hate being sick. I didn't think I would fall sick again after the bite."

"Me neither," Tony sighs. "But it's alright. The good news is that you're improving really quickly, so you should be fine by dinner."

"Yeah," Peter nods, putting the bowl back on the nightstand. He rubs his hands over his face. "Gosh, I feel so tired."

"As expected," Tony sighs, patting his ankle above the covers before standing up. "Go back to sleep. I'll wake you up for lunch."

Peter naps during the day as advised, but again, it's a weird kind of sleep. He can't get comfortable no matter what, and his head starts to hurt again. He dutifully eats the soup Pepper brings him a few hours later, but he's quite dizzy and doesn't even manage to finish it. Tony gives him another dose of medicine and tells him to go back to sleep, looking down at him with a worried frown Peter thought he wouldn't see again this weekend because he's supposed to be feeling better already.

Well, his condition does improve a little bit, but he still feels like utter crap. Tony thought he would be as good as new by dinner, but he doesn't make it to the dining table. They bring him more soup, and afterwards Tony convinces him to take a shower. Peter manages to shower on his own, leaving the door unlocked in case he crashes, but thankfully that doesn't happen while he's under the showerhead. However, it's once he's weakly pulling a pair of clean sweatpants over his boxers that he loses his balance, colliding painfully against the sink before descending to the ground.

"Fuck," he hears Tony say, and in the next second the man is dressing Peter's trembling frame in a shirt and hoodie. Peter didn't even notice he had entered the bathroom. "Are you okay? Did you hit your head?"

Peter shakes his head softly, but his vision suddenly becomes blurry as his eyes well up with tears.

"Kiddo, what's wrong? What hurts?"

"Everything," he whimpers, quite pathetically. But it's true - everything hurts. His head feels heavy and fuzzy, his nose is clogged all the time, he feels like he's fucking freezing , and while he was supposed to rest during the day, his fucked up brain decided to give him disturbing nightmares instead.

He starts crying out of pure exhaustion, mental and physical. This weekend was supposed to help him relax and recharge, but so far it only made him more miserable and turned him into a huge bother to Tony and Pepper.

"Hey, hey, hey," Tony says, sounding quite startled. He wraps a hand around Peter's shoulders, crouching besides him on the bathroom floor. "Don't cry, buddy. It's alright, I'm here. Tell me what's wrong."

"I'm so fucking tired," Peter whines, choking on a sob. "I just wanna rest but I can't."

"Oh, Pete," Tony sighs, pulling into into a warm embrace. Peter rests his cheek on his chest, hiccuping softly as tears run down his cheeks. "It's okay. You're getting better. I know it sucks, but it'll be over soon."

He runs a hand up and down Peter's trembling back, squeezing him against his chest for a moment before pulling back. He wipes Peter's tears away with his thumbs, even if they keep on coming.

"Come on, let's put you in bed," he says, standing up and pulling Peter up with him.

Tony tucks Peter in, but follows suit and lies down next to him on the bed once he's settled and covered in blankets like a human burrito. He wraps his arms around his covered frame, tucking Peter's head under his chin.

"Try to rest now, yeah? I'll be right here with you," he reassures Peter. "If it doesn't work, I'll still be here."

Peter sniffles. "Okay," he whispers back. "'’M sorry."

Tony clicks his tongue, pressing a kiss against the top of his head. "You have nothing to apologize for," he says. "It's not your fault you got sick. It probably had to do with some weak self care skills, but it wasn't your intention. We'll work around that, yeah? Don't you worry."

"Okay," Peter says again, sleepier by the second. "Th'nk you, Tony. Love you," he adds as an afterthought.

He both hears and feels Tony chuckle lightly. "Love you too, kiddo."

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All I Ask of You Pt. 11

“I’m feeling something inside, yet I still can’t decide if I should hide or make a wide, open grin.” -”Happy New Year” from RENT

Pairing: Peter Parker x Original Female Character

Word Count: 3,638

Warnings: Serious transphobia, serious bullying, anxiety/panic attacks, please don’t read this chapter if any of those things effect you!

Summary: Peter is outed and his Spidey-senses do more harm than good

A/N: This chapter covers some serious topics and if you feel I didn’t handle them well, I’m sincerely sorry. Also, remember how I said this is a trans! Peter fic? That’s finally becoming noticeable!

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On the day school started back up again, Annie missed her alarm. Of course she had, she’d stayed out until around two in the morning taking care of a mugging with Spider-Man. Though, her parents thought she was fast asleep, so her dad was surprised when he walked into her room to still see her conked out.

When he woke her up, Annie had hardly any time to get ready and she shoved on the first clothes that she saw and practically bolted out the door with her backpack. From there, she practically sprinted out of the apartment building, wishing the elevator would have gone just a little bit faster. She looked at the time, seeing that if she could speed walk and sprint at some points, she would make it there on time.

After slipping and sliding on some ice, she made it to the subway to see only Peter who looked like a lost puppy. It made sense when she noticed that Ned wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Though, they all knew that he was pretty sick with some kind of stomach flu when he threw up at ten in the morning on new year’s day.

She rushed over to Peter as they got on the subway, “Sorry, I totally overslept!”

“That’s actually kinda surprising… we find out about the audition stuff today, don’t we?” Peter asked as they found a place to sit.

Annie’s jaw dropped, “Oh shit, we do, don’t we? Dammit, what if I totally messed up the audition and I’m not even in the production?”

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re gonna be fine. I listened and you sounded amazing,” he replied, looking at her.

She sighed a bit, “Yeah, I might have sounded amazing, but what about every other girl who sounded amazing?”

“Come on, you’ve said it a lot, the people here aren’t into theatre as much as you,” he said.

She nodded a little, “I mean, I guess you’re right… but really I was just trying to get myself into being overconfident to make up for nerves and shit.”

“Either way, I’m sure you did great! You don’t have anything to worry about,” Peter insisted, nudging her a little.

While Annie and Peter were able to talk to each other just fine, it did feel like someone was missing simply because Ned wasn’t there. Well, that and the fact that Peter never mentioned anything about Annie’s drunk ramblings while she had been a bit drunk. She never mentioned it either, she just pretended to be a serious lightweight and like she had just blacked-out. At least, that was what she said when Tina asked if she remembered anything.

Maybe he hadn’t said anything because Peter figured he didn’t feel the same way she did. That was fine, Annie wasn’t even sure if she had a crush on two guys or not. It wasn’t like she had the time to sit at night figuring out if she liked Peter or Spider-Man more. The answer was simple, things would be easier with Peter and she would definitely be happy, but she would never be able to stop wondering about what it would be like to be with another hero. In the end, it was easier to just not bother with either of them and just stick to having two friends who she liked a whole lot.

By the time the pair made it to the school, Annie was too concerned with finding a heater to stand in front of to be thinking about the auditions. Though, when Peter mentioned it and pulled her in the direction, she was about ready to kick him. However, her stomach was churning too much and she felt like if she said anything that nothing but bile would come up.

The postings in front of the drama room had a cluster of students around them. Her nails dug into her hands before going up to the mask pendant on her neck to play with that. All she could feel was her heartbeat and she couldn’t even hear what anyone else was saying as she slowly walked up to the cast list.

It took a few moments of looking at the paper for Annie to realize what was printed. The first time, her eyes barely skimmed the letters. The second time, she read the names. The third time, she actually understood. She couldn’t stop a hand from cupping her mouth to stop her from screaming out of excitement. Right next to Maria was her own name, and when she looked the list over again, she saw Peter’s right next to Tony. Whether she would end up thanking the universe for that in the long run or not was yet to be seen.

She hugged Peter tightly, “Oh, I told you so! Didn’t I? I so told you that you’d get it!” “H-hey, th-this… this is great. Um… I uh… I can’t believe it,” Peter responded, his face flushing.

Annie pulled away from him, looking at his eyes, “Something’s up, what’s wrong, Pete? I mean, I know Ned’s not here right now, but… but you could tell me.”

“I-it’s nothing, seriously… this is pretty cool, actually,” he said, running a shaking hand through his hair.

Annie sighed, “Is it because Ned’s the understudy for Bernardo? Because I’m pretty sure I could talk the teacher into switching Flash off of it if you wanted.”

“I doubt that, but, it’s not that it’s just-”

“Hey, hey, hey, Penis Parker! I see you got the lead, must be a serious fag or something, right? If that’s even the right word for it,” Flash said, cutting off whatever conversation Annie and Peter were having.

Annie rolled her eyes with a sigh, “Don’t you have something better to be doing?”

“I’m just saying I’m surprised anyone would let someone like… like that be the male lead in this show, just sayin’,” Flash replied with a shrug.

Seeing Peter wasn’t saying anything and looked almost pale Annie glared, stepping up to Flash, “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but I’d get out of my sight if I were you.”

“Or what, like you could do anything, besides, I’m just stating facts, Annika,” Flash claimed, crossing his arms.

Annie glanced out of the corner of her eye to make sure no one was watching them before jamming the heel of her vans into his foot and kneeing him in the groin before pulling Peter off, “What the hell is he going on about?”

“I-I um… nothing, i-it’s cool. J-just Flash being… w-well, Flash,” Peter stammered as Annie practically dragged him to their first class.

On any other day, Annie wouldn’t have bothered to question Peter stumbling over his words. It was just something that happened every once in awhile, but she noticed that he almost looked like everything around him was causing him pain. As if the fluorescent lights and idle white noise of their government class were torturing him. She had seen him like that before, but never knew what to do. Somehow, Ned would just help and take care of it, but Annie didn’t even know what was going on with him. If it was anxiety induced or if he just had a migraine.

“Pete, you doing okay?” she asked, poking him a bit.

Peter flinched and moved away a little, “Y-yeah, ‘m alright.”

“If you say so,” Annie replied, frowning.

Obviously, Annie couldn’t stay the whole day with Peter, they had to get to their classes that they didn’t have with each other. Though, there was a Start-of-Term assembly made for the end of the day, and Annie was determined to figure out just what the hell was going on with him. She’d even tried messaging Ned, even calling him a few times. Though, whatever he had was keeping him far away from his phone because by lunch, Annie was left at a loss of what to do.

All she could do was keep Flash off of Peter’s back. It must’ve been something that bastard said, but she wasn’t sure just what it was. When she tried remembering it, she couldn’t think of anything that would make Peter nervous. She sighed a bit, looking at the clock and then at Peter and then back at the clock. Ten more minutes until the assembly that she had every intention of ditching.

A part of her worried that if she didn’t figure out what was getting Peter so wound up, that he would do something stupid. While she never knew Peter to be the kind of guy to do anything dumb, she also didn’t know him to say less than a few sentences all day. Even at lunch he just sat and stared at his food. Normally the guy was eating everything and then even some of her own lunch because she was rarely super hungry.

Ned was usually there to sneak Peter out of class, asking her to cover for the both of them while they were out of the room. It was a perfect system, but Annie had no clue what was wrong and she just wanted to help. She’d never seen it get to the point that Peter was shaking so much and it made her want to cry. Though, she didn’t cry about it, he was the one hurting, not her.

It almost reminded her of Harper before they came out as nonbinary, Harper would get nervous. Almost like they wanted nothing more than to rip off their own skin. Annie never understood the feeling, and she was grateful for it. It made her wonder if there was something that Peter had been keeping from her this whole time. Not that she blamed him, they’d only known each other for a little over a month. Sometimes it took awhile before knowing everything about someone else. She certainly understood that.

What she couldn’t understand was the chip on Flash’s shoulder. He wouldn’t stop alluding to Peter being something that wasn’t human. It made Annie sick and she longed to punch him in the nose. Only, she didn’t know how to punch right, the last time she’d done that, she hurt her hand more than the other person’s face.

After Annie also noticed that she had all kinds of notes from the lecture, but Peter only had a few words on his notebook paper. The class was messing around for the last five minutes. It was getting kind of loud, and when Annie wanted to try talking to Peter again, but his head rested on the table, covering it with his arms.When the announcement came, telling students to head to the assembly, they both got up.

“D-do I h-have to go?” Peter asked, looking at Annie with wide eyes.

Annie chuckled a bit, “Bold of you to assume I would’ve let you go. Where do you go when you’re… well… out of it?”

“U-under this one staircase,” he said, starting to lead her over there.

Flash somehow popped up and had an arm around Peter, “Yo, Penis Parker, did ya tell her yet?”

“Get off of him, Flash,” Annie snapped.

Flash sighed a bit, “Well, did he tell you? I mean, you had to notice he’s nervous about that male role he got.”

“Go fuck yourself,” she replied, about to step between them, though Flash would have easily been able to pummel her.

He chuckled, “Or what? You don’t really care about this… this thing do you?”

“You need to get off of him,” she repeated, looking back at Peter who looked like he could barely breathe.

“Oh c’mon, I’m just having fun, you could help me if you wanted,” Flash replied, holding Peter against the lockers.

Annie bit her lip, wanting nothing more than to electrocute the asshole. She could feel the electricity from the lights, it would be so easy. Then, Flash would be off of Peter and she could help him. Her fists clenched, electricity swirling in them, but she wiped her hands on her pants instead.

She shook her head, “No, I want you to leave him alone.”

“You don’t actually care about that tra- wait… you don’t know, do you?” Flash asked, still holding Peter against the lockers.

“Don’t know what?” she asked.

Flash chuckled, “Penis Parker, did you not tell her?” he asked, not getting a word out of Peter who looked so pale and he was breathing so quickly.

“Tell me what? Never mind, it’s not important, get the fuck off of him!” Annie snapped, getting in Flash’s face as she tried to pry him off the lockers.

“Fine, defend the tranny, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he responded, letting go of Peter before running off. Though, not before she discreetly stole all the charge out of his phone.

Peter sank to the ground, hardly able to hold himself up. For a moment she really considered using the energy around her to help lift him a bit more. The way he seemed to be unable to pay attention, she felt she could get away with it, but seeing the cameras in the hallway told her otherwise.

“Hey, Pete, can you hear me?” she asked, kneeling down next to him.

When he didn’t say anything she frowned, “I need you to help me get you under that staircase.”

He nodded and while she tried supporting Peter, he had to do most of the walking and he curled in a corner where the wall and underneath of the stairs met. When she reached to comfort him, he sort of pushed her away for a bit. She was still processing what Flash had been going on about. Obviously she figured out what Peter was being so nervous about when Flash was talking, but Annie didn’t care about any of that. If he would have just let her say something to him, but she had a feeling that he needed to be on his own for a bit.

So she pulled out a book and started reading, checking the time. They had an hour and a half to kill. What in the world anyone would need that long to talk about was beyond her, but she wasn’t going to pressure Peter into anything. Instead, she looked over at him to make sure he wasn’t going to hurt himself.

“A-are you gonna ask about it?” Peter questioned, looking at her.

Annie shrugged, “Only if you want me to.”

“Y-you’re not mad or scared or disgusted or anything? I-I mean, I wouldn’t blame you,” he said, his voice thick with tears.

Annie marked her page and scooted over to him, “Hey, no. I could never… you’re you, Pete, I couldn’t be… I wouldn’t. Dammit, they don’t really write scripts for this kind of stuff,” she said, laughing a bit.

When Peter didn’t respond, she shook her head, “Sorry, that was a dumb thing to say, wasn’t it?”

“I-I didn’t wanna tell you,” he started, “A-and then w-we were friends a-and… y-you didn’t notice so I…” Peter choked on his tears.

Annie frowned, holding his hand, though he quickly drew back, “Of course I didn’t notice, I don’t notice lots of things… and you’re wrong, it’s not ‘were friends’, it’s we are friends, okay?”

“Y-you don’t need to lie to me… a-almost all my friends ditched me, y-you just feel bad,” he insisted.

Annie blinked, “Okay, I’m sorry, what? I’m literally right here and you’re just over here, pushing me away.”

“W-well, are you gonna leave?” Peter asked, looking at her with blotchy eyes.

She looked at him, “You’re joking, right? I’m pretty sure if I ditch you here, you’re gonna fling yourself off the stairs or something really stupid.”

“Nah… I’d be okay,” he replied, looking down again.

Annie pursed her lips, “No, you wouldn’t. I’ve never seen you like this, but you’re… you’re not okay.”

“I-I am,” he insisted, crossing his arms.

She shook her head, “Nope. You’re not, and I get it… well, actually I don’t. Not really, I’ve never been outed, though, I guess there’s not much to out.”

“S-so you’re not leaving?” Peter asked, looking back at her.

She hummed a bit, “Well, let’s put it this way, are you still just as much of a nerd?”

“Y-yeah.”

“And are you still helping me with physics?”

“Yep.”

“And are you still the smartest guy I’ve met?”

“Smarter than Ned?”

“That’s off topic, but yeah.”

“Th-then I guess so.”

Annie smiled a bit, “Well, then you’re still the same guy I met in that bakery, it’s that simple.”

“I-I’m getting top surgery in a couple weeks… do you think it’ll hurt the musical?”

She shrugged, “I doubt it, if I have anything to say in it, which I will, you’re gonna be stuck with that part.”

“What if it’s too much? I-I mean, everything’s too much for me now… I don’t know if I could…” he trailed off.

She shook her head, “What’re you meaning?”

“Like… the lights and noises and people are too much already and sounds, what if I can’t… wh-what if I screw up a-and this happens again?” he started to ramble.

“Then I’ll help you and we’ll work with it, hey… you need to slow your breathing again,” she said, reaching for him.

This time, Peter didn’t pull back and instead pulled her into a very tight hug. Annie didn’t realize he had such a tight grip before, but she hugged him back, breathing slowly and deeply. The events reminded her a little bit too much of times Harper would flip out over their body. She held Peter as tightly as she could, though, having always been a few inches shorter and smaller in general made that rather hard. Somehow, that didn’t stop Peter from managing to shrink into her for a good while. It was hard for her to tell if he was crying or not, but his bloodshot eyes gave it away when he looked at her.

All Annie could notice was just how close they were, she could feel Peter’s heart beating. It had been going a million miles a minute, but now she could feel that his heart rate went down. His breathing wasn’t nearly as fast, and she had a feeling he was doing okay. Well, enough for her to not have to keep holding onto Peter, but there they both were, sitting under a staircase in each other’s arms.

Seeing Peter look away, Annie cupped his face in her hand and turned it so he was looking at her. It was like he wanted to keep crying, but he physically couldn’t. His eyes looked so raw from wiping them with his sweater. She should’ve said something earlier and she hadn’t. How could she have been so oblivious? Everything made sense when she knew Peter was transgender. She’d always wondered where Flash got “Penis Parker” from, and that was one of a handful of things that made sense to her.

They hadn’t moved at all, she was still touching his face and he wasn’t moving away. If she leaned in a little bit more, their lips would be touching. Annie could hear him breathing softly, and her heartbeat was getting slightly faster. Nothing was stopping her, except her own mind thinking about everything that could end up happening.

If she kissed Peter, did that mean they were together? What if it turned out he didn’t feel that way about her? If they were together, then what would she do about Spider-Man, whom she without a doubt had feelings for as well. She would only complicate things further by hiding the fact she was a superhero. After thinking of all that, Annie only then wondered if it was right to even think about kissing Peter when he was like this.

Still, most of Annie’s head just couldn’t listen to everything that would go wrong. Peter was right there and she wasn’t sure when she would get another chance to be this close to Peter again. It wasn’t like she would ever be able to make something happen with Spider-Man, not when Peter made so much more sense.

Just when she barely felt herself move closer to Peter, the sound of the final bell rang out. Both Annie and Peter jumped, separating in that moment. That moment made the decision for her, and they both got their bags.

“You okay, though? Like, can you walk and stuff?” Annie asked as they got out from under the stairwell.

Peter nodded, pulling the bag onto his shoulders, “Yeah, I-I just kinda wanna go home for right now.”

“Alright, I’m walking you home too, though,” she replied as they left the building through a side exit.

They didn’t talk about anything that happened while under the stairs. Instead, Annie went on, gushing about how great it would be to work with him on the musical. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, so she ended up doing most of the talking, which was fine by her.

After she ended up rambling and repeating herself for the third time, she sighed, “Does Flash do that shit a lot?”

“No… I mean yeah… b-but not like that,” he started.

She nodded, “Okay, I’ll remember that.”

“Why?”

“Oh, nothing. I might pull some strings later,” she said, shrugging nonchalantly.

When she got Peter back to his apartment, Annie waited for Peter to go back to his room before telling May what happened. She mentioned everything except the part where she almost kissed Peter.

It took awhile, but Annie finally got into her White Swan costume and went around patrolling. The shirt she had underneath did keep her warm, but it didn’t stop her from feeling that something was missing. By the time she slid back into her bedroom, she hadn’t seen Spider-Man at all.

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