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ninja-go-to-therapy · 7 months

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Tough It Out

it makes me so irrationaly angry that Grey's primary offensive weapon is a FUCKING SAI. AGAINST GUNS AND SHIT????

ao3

Prompt: "They don't care about you"

Fandom: Mech-X4

Characters: Spyder, Grey

Summary: Spyder is kidnapped by Grey and Traeger. Luckily, he's got the life experience to tough it out... ish.

Trigger Warnings: kidnapping, torture, emotional manipulation, manipulation, referenced abuse and starvation

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Spyder’s head snapped to the side, reeling in pain from the aggression of the slap. It hurt, sure, but he’d had worse. He looked back up, grinning smugly at his captor. “That all you got?”

Grey glared at him, hitting him again. And again.

He wheezed, but kept up his smile, even as his nose began to dribble blood. He’d had worse.

“You seem frustrated,” he said, peppy as ever, “boss treating you badly?”

“Insufferable brat,” she grumbled below her breath, just loud enough for Spyder to hear. Well, that was pretty rude. “I’ve had just about enough of you,” she said, snatching up a roll of duct tape off a nearby table. He wondered if it was the same roll that had been confiscated off his person when he’d first been captured. He never did leave home without duct tape, after all.

He was just about to voice his question, genuinely curious, but of course, he wasn’t granted the chance. Grey ripped of a strip, threw the roll back on the table, and reapproached him with that same level of fury.

He was just about to voice his question, genuinely curious (and so he could save his helpful friend when he got out of here), but he didn’t get the chance. Grey ripped off a strip, threw the roll back on the table, and reproached with that same level of fury.

His squirming to avoid it was only half-hearted as she pressed it firmly over his mouth. Why waste the energy?

“We’ll see if you’re more willing after the rest of us eat. Hope you don’t get too hungry, brat.”

He hummed a positive acknowledgement, just to irk her. Grey huffed out a frustrated groan, but turned on her heel, slamming the door behind her.

Trying to starve him, huh? Now that was child’s play. He often went to bed with a deep pit in his stomach, nothing to do but sleep away the hunger. Sometimes he would give in and dig out a long-expired can of spaghetti-o’s or beef ravioli, though… that would bring its own set of problems. There was a reason it was only his most desperate measure.

The point was: he’d had far, far worse than a skipped dinner.

It was like Grey had never even met his parents! Though, considering how sloppy of a principal she’d been, he was fairly certain she hadn’t met most of the students’ parents. Though she had gone through all that recon when she was stalking Ryan… hmm.

Whatever. He could do this literally all day (not that he had much choice, tied up as he was). With nothing better to do, he started humming to himself, mentally reciting the lyrics to every Ariana Grande song he knew.

An hour or two later (maybe more, maybe less. He really had no way to tell), Grey returned, looking no less pissy than she had when she’d left.

In one fluid movement, she ripped the tape off his face (ow).

“Where did they take him?” she demanded.

“Sorry, who were we talking about again?”

She let out a frustrated yell, dragging the chair he was bound to closer, thrusting her pointy weapon thing right against his chest.

Spyder laughed. He’d had enough glass bottles thrown at him, enough shards sunken into his skin, that the threat hardly even registered in his mind. “Oh, please,” he said, rolling his eyes. “We both know you won’t kill me until my friends show up to save me.”

The sharp tip pressed harder against his skin, nearly enough to draw blood. He really hoped she didn’t rip a hole in his shirt. This was one of the very few he had that wasn’t already ratty.

“Are you sure?” she asked with a smirk.

He shrugged, using the opportunity to nudge the sharp point away. “Eh, I know you want to, but I also know your boss needs me as a hostage, so.”

“I meant,” she said, grinning with teeth that kind of looked like the wolf about to eat a grandmother, “about your so-called “friends” wasting their time to come and save you.”

“Wait, sorry, what?”

She lowered her weapon, like they were about to have a casual conversation between friends. But he’d watched enough documentaries on the animal kingdom to recognize an incoming attack.

“I mean, the robot certainly seems to be functioning just fine without you,” she shrugged, “and it’s kind of obvious that they only like you out of pity.”

He’d only been here for like, a few hours, max, right? At most, they’d only needed to fight one monster in that time, because Traeger was a bitch. But without their weapons specialist… how exactly had they managed a victory? Had they managed a victory?

…Had they replaced him, and put Veracity on weapons? Was she better than him at it?

He flung that thought to the other corner of his mind palace. He was getting distracted and losing focus (not that it was unusual for him). But he couldn’t afford to get anxious right now! “Sure,” he bluffed, as if he knew exactly what was going on with his team, “maybe they’re functioning, but that doesn’t mean anything about them not needing me.” He hoped. “And Ryan, Harris, and I are like, best friends, so fuck off.”

“Oh, yes,” she nodded sarcastically, “because trios are notorious for working out. Which of you usually walked behind the others in the school hallways, again?”

Pfft, that didn’t mean a thing! That just meant that hallways were too crowded, and Spyder just happened to fall to the back… a majority of the time. “Yeah, well. If you don’t think they’ll save me, what’s the point in taking me?”

She pulled her weapon back, studying it in her hand. “Honestly? Traeger thinks they’ll come for you. But I was your principal, remember. I’ve seen the way they interact with you. After you rot here long enough for my boss to get bored… well, I think I’ll enjoy finally shutting you up for good.”

He may have flinched slightly, when she said that. The death threat (or promise, his mind supplied), while far from the first aimed his way, settled at the bottom of his stomach like a rock.

But she wouldn’t get to kill him. Because the others would come for him. What did she know, anyway? Nothing, that was what. She knew even less than Spyder did, and that was saying so much.

At least. That’s what one of the others would say. Spyder liked to think he was smart in some areas — but, you know… he preferred not to bring it up, if he could help it. Because if he showed that he could learn things, they would just be… disappointed in him. For not applying himself harder in the actual important areas. If he could immerse himself in interior design and general architecture styles, why couldn’t he do the same with school?

If he brought it up, they wouldn’t just think he was dumb. They would realize exactly how deeply, hopelessly useless he really was. He much preferred just dumb. At least he could play into that, make it something that could be endearing on a good day.

“Are you gonna torture me for fun or what, lady?” He snapped.

Grey smiled, twirling her weapon in her hand. “I would. But I have more important things to attend to. In the meantime…” she sheathed the blade, then snatched up his roll of duct tape, tearing off a strip. Again. “We don’t need you annoying the neighbors.”

“Bullshit, you don’t have any neighbors out her—” he was forced into silence as she gripped his face hard, forcing the duct tape over his mouth. This time, he did struggle. It made approximately zero difference.

Harris would probably know exactly what percentage of a difference it did make. Probably zero point nine nine nine or something like that. And then he’d judge him for being too stupid to understand what that meant.

The door locked shut with a click as Grey left, and a moment later, the singular lightbulb illuminating his small prison went out, leaving him in absolute darkness.

Great. Great. This was just awesome.

He may have been slick enough to get out of the poorly tied ropes that the butcher had restrained him with in the woods, but this was a whole new ballgame. No matter how he squirmed, he couldn’t get loose.

The important thing was not to panic. There was no reason at all to panic! His friends were coming for him (probably).

He just had to be patient. Which of course, he was… famously bad at.

Fuck.

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youweremadetosoar · 1 year

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Hey guys, I wrote a short ficlet about Ryan, it’s based on mechexecute260’s headcannon and is basically just a slightly extended version of it. The idea credit goes to mechexecute260, like I said but the writing is mine. I hope you enjoy, I titled it “Just to be Sure”

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"Oh no, please no. No no no no no Mark! Mark, please wake up! Mark! M-" Ryan bolted upright, shaken from his nightmare.

He brought his knees up to his chest and tucked his head out of sight, trying to hide from the darkness around him.

"It’s okay; it’s okay; Mark’s okay; I’m okay." Ryan breathed and tried to convince himself; his voice was so quiet he could barely hear it. Ryan sat there, rocking himself for what seemed like hours, until he got up with the intention of going to the bathroom before trying once again to sleep. As he walked into the hallway, he mentally repeated his mantra. "It’s okay, Mark’s okay, I’m okay," over and over, knowing in his head it was true.

He’d been having these particular nightmares for a while, ever since they got back from the Arctic. He would see himself standing over his brother and aiming his weapon at him. In the Arctic, he thought he was threatening Treager, but in his dream, he could clearly see himself standing over Mark, over his brother, and being ready to fire the ooze canon. He recalled Harris barreling into him, knocking him away from Mark, but in Ryan’s dream he wasn’t that lucky. He watched helplessly as he shot his own brother, and the mirage faded away to leave a motionless Mark. He remembered pleading with his brother to wake up, that feeling of desperation still lingering even when he woke up.

Ryan shook his thoughts away and continued to the bathroom before his feet brought him to rest in front of Mark's door. "He’s okay," Ryan told himself. "You’re being stupid," he mumbled, but a part of him, that part that wanted to make sure it was really a dream, whispered, "just to check, just to be sure," so he pushed the door open anyway. As quietly as he could, he crept towards Mark’s bed, holding in a laugh as he saw his brother drooling onto his pillow, and he just paused for a minute. He knew he shouldn’t hover; Mark would think he was being ridiculous, but he stayed until he’d watched Mark’s chest rise and fall steadily 15 times, counting them to himself. Reassured that his brother was alive, he, after some deliberation, pulled the covers up to better protect his brother and headed back into the hallway.

Ryan used the bathroom and then walked back towards his room, his gait slowing slightly as he passed Mark’s door once again before spurring himself onward into his own room. As he laid down, closing his eyes and trying to fall back asleep, he repeated his mantra one more time, "It’s okay, Mark’s okay, I’m okay," before falling back asleep to the comforting thought of his brother’s steady breathing.

#mech x4 #mark walker #ryan walker #versus the arctic #versus the wolves at the door #nightmare #good brothers #mark walker drools #fanfiction

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bories · 2 years

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new decision: im gonna rewrite every single show or movie or franchise i discover and thoroughly enjoy because theyre all horrible and i'll fix them.

#im kidding theyre all great #but im not kidding about rewriting them #im gonna rewrite them as either fanfiction or just fucking rebooting them #no one will stop me #besides my eventual lack of interest #mech-x4 is safe though <3 #but im coming for lab rats and zombies. just you wait #zombies #lab rats #rewriting

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lrwafterdark-deactivated · 1 year

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Welcome to the Dark Side, We have Mpreg and eggs.

Angry Marcus stan, poly shipper, and fanfiction defender.

NSFW Account.

My birthday is February 9th if anyone cares.

While I may post some nsfw prompts and headcanons I don’t post actual nsfw fics on tumblr, even before the great tumblr purge

I may be trash but I do not tolerate bullying for people’s ships for almost any reason unless the ship is a pedo ship. We all have different headcanons and beliefs.

Fanfiction requests and inquiries may be sent to my askbox or my new public email, [email protected]

My only DNIS are terfs, pornbots and 60 plus year old men, thanks!

N/S/F/W things to ask me about:

N/S/F/W headcanons

Kinks

🍆 Stuff

Smutt fic requests

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If I cannot do something I will either ignore the ask if anon or answer it privately off anon.

Main/Special ships:

Mareana (Marcus/Breana)

Tankam! (Adam/Tank)

Kazivana (Kaz, Breana and Oliver)

SteelCanary (Breana/Nate Heywood)

NightCanary (Breana/Dick Grayson)

Breana/Tecton (his name is too awkward for a ship name)

Dizzy (bad ship name but Douglas/Lizzy)

Breana/Megahertz (again, his name is too awkward for a ship name)

Breana/Tecton/Megahertz poly

Kazana (Breana and Kaz)

Olivana (Breana and Oliver)

Fandoms (a condensed list because I have way too many):

Lab Rats

Mighty Med

Lab Rats: Elite Force (even though most of EF canon was trash)

Mech-X4

Rick and Morty

Supernatural

Stargirl

Titans

Arrowverse (Especially Legends of Tomorrow and Arrow)

Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist (Zoey and Leif and Mo are baes)

Daredevil (except it is 2021 and I have yet to watch season 3)

MCU

Girl Meets World

Liv and Maddie

Ships Involving Canon Characters (not all just the mains):

AdamxTank

Chaz/Kase

Chaziver (Chase/Kaz/Oliver)

Brylar

Leo/Logan

Taylor x Kate

Destiel

Olicity

Saileen

Stony

Stucky

Foggy/Karen

Kaziver

FitzSimmons

Olicity

Clintasha

Pepperony

Techertz

Ships Involving OCs:

Marcus Henderson/Breana Davenport

Douglas Davenport/Lizzy Knight

Rick Tyler/Breana Davenport

Mark Walker/Breana Davenport

Nate Heywood/Breana Davenport

Sebastian|S-3/Ellie Frost

Dean Winchester/Breana Davenport

Ryan Walker/Breana Davenport

Breana Davenport/Leo Mendel

Rarepairs:

Ray Palmer/Nora Darhk/Nate Heywood

Probably more because I am a filthy, filthy multishipper

Crossover Ships:

Oliver Queen/Matt Murdock

Clint Barton/Leo Mendel

Donald Davenport/Leo Mendel

Poly Ships:

Ray Palmer/Nora Darhk/Nate Heywood

Poly Ships With OCs:

Dean Winchester/Castiel/Breana Davenport

Oliver/Breana Davenport/Kaz

Nate Heywood/Breana Davenport/Mick Rory (which is the ship portrayed in my contribution to the lab rats rp blogs)

Marcus Davenport/Breana Davenport/Steve Rogers

Tecton/Breana Davenport/Megahertz

This is not an exhaustive list and will be periodically updated

Tags to Filter instead of just blocking me (you should be filtering ships you don’t like in general):

Mareana - that’s Breana and Marcus

Kazivana - Kaz, Breana and Oliver.

sexy stuff - the nsfw/smutty stuff

#lab rats #mighty med #mech-x4 #mech x4 #arrowverse #supernatural #rick and morty #zoey's extraordinary playlist #stargirl #titans #daredevil #liv and maddie #girl meets world #best friends whenever

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peanutryan · 6 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mech-X4 (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Ryan Walker, Mark Walker, Harris Harris Jr, Spyder (Mech-X4) Additional Tags: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, description of a panic attack/flashback, Ryan has some issues, Mark is a good brother, takes place throughout season 1, I also straight up made up my own vague monster I can do that right Summary:

Something is going wrong in Ryan's head, something weird and psychological that he doesn't quite understand. He doesn't know how to tell his friends, and he's afraid that Mark will think he's weak. Can Ryan find it in himself to come clean about his problems, and will Mark step up to the plate to be there for his brother?

Inspired by Season 1, episode 5, "Let's Be Idiots".

hey guys...I may or may not have written some fanfiction???

#mech-x4 #ryan walker mech-x4 #mark walker mech-x4 #mech-x4 fanfiction

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goldenavenger02 · 5 years

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Mech-X4 Week Day 2

"Ow!" Spyder glared as Veracity poked his arm before pushing her glasses up on her face .

"Good job, Spyder. You completely broke your arm being a dumbass. Why did you think taking a dive for your food was necessary?"

"Because I don't take food for granted, Veracity."

Veracity winced when he said that as she started making a sling so she could get his arm up.

"God, I hate when you bring that stuff up."

"Sorry..." Spyder sighed, flinching as she slipped his bandage into the sling. "I'm just used to joking about that stuff. That was the only way I used to deal with it, and now that he's out, I'm having a hard time stopping."

"You don't have to apologize, Spyder. Why do you think I make jokes when I'm scared?"

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, life before my dads wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. I was number four in a family with eight kids. My father was never home except once a week, and my mom was a alcoholic. Beat the shit out of all of us, and actually beat one of my brothers so badly that he died. Then social services got involved. They arrested my mom and separated all of us. They changed our names as well. My name was Lauren Daisy. They let me pick my name. I thought Veracity sounded cool. I was bounced around a bit, and then my dad's adopted me."

"I'm sorry, V."

"It's okay. I just wanna see my siblings again, but that's extremely unlikely." She sighed, before adjusting the sling. "Was your dad sentenced yet?"

"No. They want me and my mom to testify against him tomorrow. She's probably gonna cry." He looked down, looking at his short fingernails.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Veracity asked, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Cause I'm free tomorrow if you need moral support."

"You'd do that?"

"You're like a brother to me. Absolutely."

Spyder smiled as he sat up, before wrapping his arm around her, holding her closely. "Thank you."

#mech-x4 fanfiction week #Mech-X4 #mech-x4 week #veracity #spyder #abuse #child abuse #headcannon

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spyder-incorporated · 6 years

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Dear Writers...

Want to write fanfic for a really good show Mech x4 but don’t have any ideas?

Dm me! I’ve got plenty!

“Why don’t you write them yourself” you ask?

Well it’s because I can’t write! I have the grammar capabilities of a 5 year old and don’t know anything about story/fanfic writing!

Seriously though.. It just doesn’t come as naturally to me as it does for others.

But I would love to see some of my ideas come to light? Please?

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foxxhoecourt · 6 years

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Let’s Go to the Beach!

Fandom: Mech-X4

Relationship: Ryan Walker/ Veracity Campbell

Tags: Pre-Slash, Fluff and Angst, Post Canon, Scars

Summary: The evil may be gone, but the scars remain.

Text: Read on AO3

“Woohoo! Beach time!” Spyder yelled as he threw himself out of the car, ducking his head just in time to avoid hitting the doorframe. A concussion would be a bummer, especially now that Traeger was gone and the team was finally getting their well deserved vacation.

The beach house they pulled up to was big enough to fit the team (and Grace, who had agreed to chaperone) comfortably, walking distance from the beach, and relatively low tech. The point of going to beach was to unplug, anyway, as well as spend time as a team in a non-life threatening situation, so it was time to ditch the science fiction for a week and live low-key.

“Ohh sweet!” Ryan followed, slapping Spyder on the back as he ran into the house. The rest followed, woops of excitement erupting from the younger boys as they all pushed each other in hopes of getting the best bedroom. Veracity and Mark approached the house calmer, shouts and the telltale sounds of someone getting pushed to the ground audible from upstairs.

“Not worried about getting the suite?” Mark asked Veracity, wincing as another shriek filled the house.

“Nah,” she shrugged. “I get my own room no matter what. That’s enough for me.”

Veracity rounded the stairs to the second floor and almost tripped over Harris, who was currently in Spyder’s headlock. Stepping over the wrestling boys and ignoring the quiet “Not the time, not the time!” coming from Harris, Veracity entered one of the bedrooms and looked around. It was nothing special but it had a great view to the ocean, so she flopped down onto the bed. Sadly, her moment of peace was broken by a shout of triumph from Ryan as he claimed the suite.

“You know!” Veracity called through her open door, “Since the suite only has one bed you and Mark are gonna have to share.”

Twin groans erupted before Mark announced, “Guess you’re on the couch, bro.”

“What the hell! I got here first!” Ryan quipped back before the brothers devolved into more fighting. As much as Veracity loved her team, sharing a living space with them for a week was going to be a challenge.

“Everyone come down and help unpack the car!” Mrs. Walker called from downstairs. Veracity picked herself up and scurried downstairs with the boys.

“This isn’t over,” Ryan gritted out, angrily picking up a cooler from the car trunk. Most of what needed to be unpacked was food they had brought, so the team congregated in the kitchen to discuss what the plans were.

“It’s what, four o'clock now?” Harris said, “So why don’t we get dinner and then hit up the beach?”

Veracity agreed, leaning over the kitchen island, “Sounds good to me. There's probably some good restaurants on the boardwalk.”

“Mmmm, I’m thinking crab. It reminds me of this time I-” Spyder was cut of by Ryan’s hand over his mouth, saving the group from a story that would have probably put them off from crab forever.

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With full stomachs, the teens returned to the house to gather everything they needed for a few hours at the beach.

“Towels?” Grace asked as they got their bags together.

“Check.”

“Water?”

“Check,” Veracity said as she loaded up the cooler with bottles of water and snacks.

“And I’ve got the boogie boards!” Mark lifted two boards which looked well loved and worn, flames decorating both.

“Yes!’ Spyder said, grabbing one from mark and putting it on the floor to surf, flailing arms and all.

Mark jokingly pushed Spyder of the board, “Get off dufus.”

“Hey! I’m the king of surf!” he retorted.

“Well you can show us when we’re actually at the beach, c’mon people let's get this show on the road!” Harris started out the door, towel around his shoulder.

“Where’s Ryan?” Grace asked, not seeing her son in the common room.

“He was getting his swimsuit on last time I saw him,” Mark said. “I’ll grab him and tell him to hurry up.”

The older brother went to the stairs. Before he could get halfway up, though, Ryan himself almost ran Mark over, flying down the stairs.

“Alright, let's get our beach on!” Ryan said in his typical cheerful fashion. Veracity sensed something was off but the other boys just whooped in agreement and ran out of the house. Ryan had a football in hand and tossed it to Mark, who had to drop the boogie boards to catch it.

“Hey, no football in the house!” Grace called, picking up her beach bag.

“C’mon bro, last one to the water is sleeping on the couch!” Mark yelled as he ran out the door behind Harris and Spyder.

“Not cool, Mark!” Ryan followed.

Grace sighed and picked up the boogie boards, struggling to find a grip for a second, before Veracity grabbed one and put it under her arm.

“Thank you, Veracity,” Grace said with a smile.

“It’s no problem, Mrs. Walker. We girls gotta stick together, don’t we?” Veracity answered, doing a slow arm punch like she would do to any of the guys.

Grace didn’t know to respond exactly, nor did she have a free hand, so with an awkward chuckle, she responded, “Let’s just make sure none of them drown out there.”

Veracity nodded, “Sounds good!”

She grabbed the cooler, and walked with Grace out the door, who shut it firmly. Eventually the two met up with the boys, who had all dropped their shirts and supplies in a pile and jumped into the ocean. All except Ryan, who was sitting on towel, smiling out at his friends. While Grace set up an umbrella a little bit away from the boys’ pile and started to read a book, Veracity sad down beside Ryan.

“I guess you’re sleeping on the couch?” she asked, genuinely curious why he wasn’t out with the others.

Ryan seemed to have not heard her but, after a moment, noticed her presents with a double take, “Oh! Hey V, did you say something?”

“I asked why you weren’t swimming with everyone else.”

He chuckled half-heartedly, looking down at his crossed legs, “I mean, I could ask you the same thing.”

“Well, I,” Veracity answered, looking at Ryan even if he wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Wanted to check in on you. You seemed a little quiet during the drive and you took a while getting ready so-”

“I’m ok, V. Just don’t feel like swimming today,” he finally looked up.

Veracity squinted, “Hmmm-- You’re lying. But it’s ok, you can keep me company.” She pulled out a book and layed back.

“Wuthering Heights? Isn’t that an old romance book?”

She looked up, unimpressed, from her position lying down, “What? Should I be reading a textbook on particle physics?”

Ryan laughed, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“If you must know, it’s part of my required reading for next year,” her gaze returned to the book, but her attention remained on her friend.

His face twisted up, “You actually do the required reading?”

“Uh huh. Though I’m mostly reading this book to hate the characters,” Veracity shrugged.

“They’re that bad?” Ryan asked, twisting to lie on his side, facing her.

She nodded, “Totally. They’re all terrible people, but I guess that’s what makes it a good romance- they deserve each other.”

“Do you read a lot of romance books?” his eyebrows furrowed a little.

“Nah,” she challenged. “I’m too busy reading about particle physics.”

The two chatted for a little bit longer, the sounds of the waves and their friends in the distance. Gentle reminders that they were safe, that they had made it through everything the past year had thrown at them. Silence eventually fell over the pair and Veracity finally started reading her book. But the quiet was short lasting before a dripping wet Spyder interrupted, shaking his head like a dog and getting both the teens and V’s book wet.

“What the hell, Spyder?” Veracity said harshly, using her towel to dry the novel.

The boy grimaced, “Oof, sorry. I just wanted to know if you had a hair tie I could borrow? My hair keeps getting in my eyes.”

Still a little startled, Veracity dug into her bag and pulled out a black hair tie, holding it out to him.

“Cool! Thanks V!” Spyder yelled over his shoulder as he ran and tied up his hair at the same time.

Ryan watched the ordeal with amusement before noticing V’s still damp book.

“Oh shoot is your book gonna be ok?” he winced.

She sighed, assessing the damage, “Yeah this isn’t a library book, I own it, so that’s not an issue. It’s just gonna be all wavy.” She clicked her tongue and inspected the novel before putting it down. “It’s fine, I was done reading for the time being anyway.”

“You barely got to read at all,” Ryan pointed out.

Veracity jumped up, “That’s just how it is going to the beach with four boys! C’mon, the water’s warm.”

The confidence Ryan seemed to have been regaining over the course of their conversation instantly left him. He bit his lip.

“V? I’m gonna show you something and if it’s too gross just tell me-”

“Oh my god Ryan I don’t want to see your-” Veracity quickly interjected.

“It's not my-!” Ryan cut her off, both of them blushing profusely.

“It’s this.” Ryan lifted his tee shirt, reveling an X scared into the entirety of his chest.

Veracity crouched down to his level, examining the scar with mouth slightly agape. “Is that? From the-”

“X- weapon? Yeah. Harris thought it would heal right up like most of the times I get hurt but I’ve never gotten burned before- and it’s been like this ever since it started to heal,” Ryan talked fast, like he needed to explain his situation.

“And you think it’s gross?” Veracity asked, confused as to why Ryan was letting this of all things affect him. He never seem to be one of those vain guys who worried about his appearance.

“Isn’t it?” Ryan looked at her, scared.

She hummed for a second before reaching out and running her fingers across one section of it, “No. It’s not gross. And I think I know your problem with it.”

Ryan shuddered a little at her feather light touch but rolled his eyes to mask his feelings, “Enlighten me?”

“Well, we know that you hate when us, or your mom, see you hurt. You think it makes you look weak. Right?” Veracity looked knowingly at the boy.

“Fine. But-”

“And a scar is a permanent reminder of you getting hurt.”

“I don’t see how this is supposed to make me feel better.”

“I didn’t know I was supposed to make you feel better? I was just answering your question. With a /hint/ of psychoanalyzing.”

Ryan rolled his eyes again as Veracity continued, “Well anyway, what I was gonna say is that getting hurt, needing help, doesn’t make you weak, Ryan, it makes you strong. This scar,” she gestured to Ryan’s once again covered chest. “Proves that. You take the hits like a champ, and you know what I think?”

“Aren’t you already telling me?” Ryan cocked his head.

It was her turn to roll her eyes, “I think that a scar doesn’t show that you got hurt, it shows that you healed.”

Ryan licked his lips and looked away, unable to deal with the intensity of her gaze. “Uh, thanks, V. That, uh, did make me feel better, actually.”

Veracity stood up and smiled, holding her hand out, “Cool. Ready to swim now?”

Ryan took her outstretched hand and used it to get up, “Yeah. I think so.”

He took of his shirt and she took off her cover-up and glasses.“Race ya,” Ryan challenged.

“You’re on, labrat.”

#mech x4 #ryan walker #veracity campbell #mech x4 fanfiction #ryan mech x4 #sypder mech x4 #harris mech x 4 #mark mech x4

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van-del · 7 years

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Kambili Writes Stuff. Mech X-4 Fanfiction

Walkers Do Fall Apart

Ryan wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans and knocked on the door of Matt’s room in Mech X-4.

“What do you want dingus, I’m tired.”

“Oh, um, nothing. Never mind.”

Ryan turned away from the door, his heart sinking.

“Wait,” Mark said, “get your butt in here.”

Ryan opened the door to see Matt on the makeshift bed, his arm draped over his head and a pile of books next to the bed. He got up and gave Ryan a worried look. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m,” Ryan ran a hand through his hair. “I’m, I’m… scared.” His voice cracked.

Mark hugged his little brother. “Me too.”

Ryan sniffed. “You are?”

“A twisted billionaire genius insistent on destroying the entire world has out mother. Of course I’m scared.”

“You don’t seem like it.”

“Because I’m Mark Walker, I can’t look scared. And,” he looked at Ryan, “I’ve got to be tough, you know, for you. You’re going through a lot, way more than I am. I can’t be falling apart.”

“I won’t mind if you fall apart. Heck, I’ve been trying not to fall apart because you’re not and I’ve been thinking ‘I’ve got to be tough… like Mark.’”

Mark sighed and hugged Ryan again. “Have you eaten?”

“Yes.”

“Don- I was about to ask if you’ve done your homework but…”

“The school’s gone.”

“Yeah.” Mark sighed again. He took a blanket and wrapped Ryan in it, “Come in my bed.”

He held him. “Walkers, we don’t lose but, falling apart doesn’t mean you’ve lost. Okay?”

“Okay.” Ryan closed his eyes and let the tears come out.

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If you were to look into Mech X-4, you’d see lots of really cool things and some slightly uncool ones like Leo drooling on his cot. But you’ll also see two black boys, slowly falling apart, and when they were done, put each other back together again.

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mogai-starlight · 2 years

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H'llo! I'm Charles, but I also use the name Connie (short for Consequence). I use z/zuf/zufs/zufs/zufself and it/its pronouns.

I enjoy reading, and I prefer long stories more than short stories (unless it's fanfiction). I recently started reading Romeo and Juliet, and although I have no clue how to decipher Old English, the parts I understand are pretty intriguing. I rewatched Mech-X4 for nostalgia's sake and now I'm hooked on it again. I like writing, but am experiencing some burn-out. Annnnnd... my favorite color is blue?

you don't have to mention everything, haha. I just dunno how much info I should put

hey, have you guys met Charles? z seems pretty cool from what i've heard about zuf! it said that it likes reading and has been going through Romeo and Juliet. i'm not much of a Shakespeare person, but the concept of that play has always interested me!

Oh, Connie's also rewatched Mech-X4 recently. i searched it up to see what it was just for zuf, and realized that it was a show i loved when i was younger! so thanks to zuf for reminding me of that.

Anyway, it sounds like a nice person, i hope z has a good day and takes care of zufself!

#starlight chatting #(dw about how much info you put! even if i don't mention everything #it's nice to learn more about my followers ^^)

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 7 months

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Monster? I Hardly Know Her!

The Pearce Joza obsession lives on im afraid 😔

ao3

Prompt: "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Fandom: Mech-X4

Characters: Spyder, Harris, and Veracity

Summary: Spyder wakes up, delirious and injured after a monster attack. Harris plays severely unqualified nurse.

Trigger Warnings: injury, mentioned vomit, mentioned death

809 words

Something was screeching. High pitched and whiny, kinda reminding him of a school bell… was he at school right now? No, that didn’t sound right. If not there, then where was he?

He groaned, blinking his eyes open. The screeching didn’t go away. In fact, it only somehow got even worse. He couldn’t see that well, vision all… blurred. Did he normally wear glasses? He couldn’t remember. He was pretty sure he didn’t, but then why else would his eyes be so… messed up?

A dark shape loomed over him. His first thought: dad? His second: please not dad.

The screeching (which he was now beginning to realize was just a ringing in his ears) was polite enough to quiet down some. A win was a win.

“Spyder?” the shape called, sounding like it had come from underwater. Or maybe he was underwater… he really couldn’t tell. “Can you hear me?”

“Harris?” he attempted, throat so scratchy it was painful. He coughed, his lungs burning at the action. “Wh’s goin’ on?”

“Oh, thank god. You took a real bad hit… or, a couple, more accurately. Do you remember the fight?”

His brain felt like it was full of soup, so… probably not. Was that why everything sounded so far away? “Did I win?” he croaked, squinting at the Harris-shaped blob.

“You were sort of… unconscious for most of it. Veracity had to hop on weapons, it was… quite the experience. But yeah, we won.”

He moved to sit up, immediately regretting the attempt. His body curled in on itself on pure instinct, raw pain sprouting in his chest like a… plant or something.

“Oh, shit, yeah, don’t move!” Harris said, words stumbling over themselves. “We still need to check you out. Leo went to get some supplies… um, on a scale of one to ten, how are you feeling?”

“Mmm, ‘ve had worse,” he slurred. “‘nt hear good…”

“You can’t hear good?” Harris clarified, getting a low groan in response. “Okay, okay, I’ll forgive the grammar this one time on that. Uhhh… how many fingers am I holding up?”

Spyder squinted at the shape of his friend, trying to focus on his where his hands probably were. “Mmm… twelve?” he guessed.

“Yeah, that’s… definitely not right. I’m gonna need to scan you, hold still, okay?”

It wasn’t like he had much choice. If he moved, he was half convinced he’d disintegrate on the spot. God, everything hurt. He’d been knocked around plenty in his life, and he’d definitely had worse, but jesus. It was like his insides were on fire.

But he couldn’t stay down. He couldn’t afford to be dead weight on the team, not even for a minute. Not when he was constantly teetering on the edge of their collective patience. Not after the day Harris had been infected with ooze, had screamed at him that he was always in the way.

He needed to show them that he wasn’t just the useless fool who didn’t add anything to the team other than plain annoyance. Quickly. Before they realized that it really was all he was and kicked him to the curb.

“Wh—stop trying to get up!” Harris ordered, pushing him back down. Spyder’s head spun violently, and he had to give himself a moment to swallow down a bit of puke.

“I’m good,” he hissed through his teeth, doing his best to filter the pain out of his voice. “All good. We’re good.” He still couldn’t actually focus his eyes enough to see the expression on his friend/severely unqualified doctor’s face.

“I will strap you down, I swear,” he insisted, obviously annoyed.

“Kinky,” came the unexpected voice of Veracity from somewhere near the door.

“Wh-that’s not what I — no!” Harris stammered. Spyder wished he could see how red he probably was. He bet it’d be cute. Harris always somehow was.

“Relax, dumbass,” she said with a half-laugh. “Anyway, how are you feeling, kid?” She asked, her voice closer, now.

“Mmm…” he managed, re-assessing his body to check for pain. To his faint surprise, though it was still definitely there, it felt so… detached from him, now. He felt like he was dreaming. “I think ‘m dying.”

“What?” they both cried in deeply concerned unison.

Spyder grinned in what he assumed was Harris’s direction. “Cause you look like an angel.”

“I hate gay people,” Veracity mumbled under her breath.

“I assume,” he continued, “'cause I can’t actually like… see you.”

“That’s… a problem. What can you see?”

“Shapes’n colors,” he slurred, giggling slightly. His head felt like it was going to explode. To be perfectly honest, that did sound pretty sick, though. Not as sick considering it hurt like a bitch. “G’nigh… sweet prince…” he mumbled, hoping his friends would still be there when he woke up again.

They probably wouldn’t be, but he could dream.

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