#puffy n her dead kid....... ow

[star-rot]

hey you know those ghost dream fics???

what if that, but with extra angst-

puffy is. the first person who finds ghost dre and he follows her around like he used to....

#kat.txt #dream smp #dreamwastaken #captain puffy #dream team #puffy n her dead kid....... ow

[lonely-lost-soul]

Poff Poff

(Platonic C!Schlatt x Niece Reader)

Request 7: Can I request an Uncle Jschlatt and Niece reader? (Platonic ye) maybe Jschlatt could be out taking his niece to a late-night convenience store so they could late-night snack because both he and his niece had a bad day?

Requested by: Anonymous

AU where Puffy is Schlatt’s sister :)

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Schlatt had, had a rough day, to say the least. He once again almost got banned for another scheme gone wrong. His election plans were set in motion but due to the statistics, it looked like he was losing and he was pissed off beyond belief. He had no plans for the rest of the day, all he wanted to do was relax with a drink and a cigarette, maybe watch a movie, just something to help him through the rest of this shitty ass day.

So, When Puffy had shown up on his doorstep and dropped you off to watch you while she went out his immediate response was no. He already smells like cigarette smoke and whiskey he shouldn’t be anywhere near a child. But one harsh glare from his sister made him shut his trap, he looked down at you and you looked just as unhappy to be there.

“Mom do I have to stay here, I’m old enough to stay on my own. Or even with Dream?” The angsty teen groaned tilting her head to the side, her little horns hitting her on the shoulder. Puffy let out a pinched huff pressing her fingers to her nose,

“You know Dreams out with George and Sapnap, plus you’re still too young to be left alone. So you’re staying with Uncle Schlatt until I get back from my date with Niki.”

“But-”

“Hush no butts. Now you.” She pointed a finger at Schlatt, “no smoking or drinking in front of my little Poff got it?” Schlatt rolled his eyes snarling over at his sister,

“Have a little faith in me, sis.” She shot him a look, and he wilted a little bit,

“Be good.”

“I will.” You groaned,

“Not talking to you.”

“I will.” The goat-man grumbled under his breath, finally seeming satisfied his sister departed leaving her equally hotheaded daughter by his side. “So...you smoke?”

“No Uncle Schlatt I don’t smoke,” You sighed a frown on your face usually that comment got a least a snort.

Oh no, not teenage angst.

You walked past him into his humble abode and plopped down on his couch, it also smelled like smoke, “How’s Quackity?”

“You mean Flatty Patty?” He smirked plopping down beside you scratching at his ear absentmindedly. You snickered, there it was,

“No I don’t, you know he hates when you call him that.” You nudged him gently, Schlatt ruffled your hair minding your horns. You huffed at him moving to fix your tousled hair,

“Alright, kid you got me. Now, what’s up with you?”

“Nothings wrong.” You muttered crossing your arms over your chest defensively, he shrugged his shoulders not bothering to push you. “Okay fine!” You blurted throwing your hands in the air, the man raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t say anything-”

“It’s just Dream’s not been home lately and Mom’s not taking it well. Instead of trying to watch out for him n’ shit, she’s going on dates with Niki.” You groaned falling back against the couch, “When he does come home it’s just for food and to pet, his cat then leave. He barely even says hi to us anymore...we used to be so close. Now he just doesn’t care.” Your face fell and he frowned, Schlatt winced a little he was never known to be very good with comforting people let alone comforting women. He placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed,

“He’ll come around kid, family’s, family you know?” He watched you shrug sadly and he rubbed his chin with his other hand.

He needed another cigarette right now.

You looked up at him and saw him tense, “You can smoke I don’t care.” You gave a little shrug, “either way I’m leaving here smelling like smoke Mom won’t be able to tell the difference.”

“Heh.” He chuckled roughly rubbing the back of his neck, “thank’s kid, I owe you one.” You nodded and watched as Schlatt pulled out his package of cigarettes and frowned seeing it was empty, “Ah fuck me.”

“You out?”

“Yeah. Would you be opposed to a quick drugstore run?” You shrugged your shoulders, indifferent.

“Sure could be fun. Could I get a snack?”

“You could get whatever you want, not payin’ for it.” You snorted loudly covering your mouth to hide your snort. “What? If you can steal it you can get whatever you want.”

“I’m not stealing anything Uncle Schlatt, that’s wrong.”

“Ugh. What’s my goody-two-shoes sister been teaching you?” His nose scrunched up in displeasure. “As long as you don’t get caught anything is legal kid. Stick with me and you’ll learn way more tips than that. I'm a professional.”

“Right cause doing that hasn’t gotten banned before.” You smirked and he glared at you pulling on your horn. The movement caused you to yelp in pain. “Joke! I was joking! Ow!” He muttered a ‘you better be’ before standing up from his couch. You followed him from the couch as he made his way to the door, he held it open for you and you snickered “What a gentlemen.”

“Don’t slander my name like that again.” He scoffed, “Follow me, don’t wander off.” Schlatt commanded as you followed him down to the nearest convenience store, “Go get something you like.” He shooed you off and requested the pack of cigarettes he needed making small talk with the store clerk while you wandered around. “Hurry up kid or you get nothing!”

“I’m coming!” You yelled back in your arms was a pack of sour patch watermelons, a chocolate bar, and some chips, “I got you chips.” Schlatt tried to bite back a smile but it came through anyway and it only made you smile in tandem. He paid for your goodies and you both headed out to go sit outside on a nearby bench. As you sat down you turned to stare at him dead in the eyes, he felt a little unsettled and watched as you slowly pulled out a little bag of popcorn. “I stole it.”

“Holy fuck kid you did it!” He burst into laughter ruffling your hair once again, “I’m proud of you.” You beamed brightly sitting up straighter on the bench, you opened the bag and popped a piece into your mouth. Schlatt reached forward and stole a handful from you, you ripped the bag away defensively and he snickered.

“Soo…” You trailed off softly and he raised an eyebrow at you, “You seemed to have a bad day too. You wanna talk about it?” His eyes widened in surprise, he didn’t take you to be so observant, then again you were Puffy’s child.

“Alright Poff,” he clicked his tongue distastefully and began to recount his woes to his child niece. Halfway through he pulled out a freshly bought cigarette and stuck it between his teeth. He pulled out a lighter flicking it a few times before lighting the cancer stick in his mouth and taking a long drag. You nodded your head in response and seemed to be listening intently to him, as he talked he felt his facade crumbling. The goat man slumped across the bench and was openly ranting to you at this point. “So yeah, that’s how my days going. Guess we both are doing pretty shitily huh?” You pursed your lips,

“Why don’t you ask Quackity to combine both of your votes the day of the election?” He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, you flushed nervously under his stern gaze. “Then you can be the President and he can be your Vice President or something...that way you both win in a way, ya know?”

“Kid…” Schlatt murmured thoughtfully rubbing his chin, “you’re a genius!” He wrapped you up in a hug, “this kid! I love ya! You’re too smart for your good!” You beamed letting out a happy laugh in response, “I’m contacting him immediately. Wilbur and Tommy don’t stand a fucking chance against me now.”

“I’m glad I can make you happy.” You snuggled into his arms but recoiled a little bit at the overwhelming scent of fresh smoke on his clothes, “you deserve it.” Schlatt felt his heart shutter a little at the inclination that he deserves to be happy, he was about to respond with a joke but you started talking again. “You’re a good guy Uncle. You don’t let people see it often but you’re an okay dude,” he watched you fiddle with your fingers as his eyebrows furrowed. He chuckled a little,

“Most people would disagree with you kid.”

“Well most people don’t know like mom and I do,” You pointed out, “Plus if you weren’t a nice guy you wouldn’t have tried to cheer me up.”

“I needed smokes.” He pointed out motioning to the stick in his mouth and you frowned a little.

Good, things were getting too mushy for his liking.

He was about to smirk in triumph but you turned towards him a determined look on your face. “My point still stands, for example, if you weren’t that great of a guy you wouldn’t have watched me today. You would’ve shut the door in Puffy’s face or you wouldn’t have listened and tried to comfort me. Therefore, my point still stands,” You shoved your finger in his face and he grumbled in displeasure. You smirked instead of him, getting the signature family smirk on your face it only made him frown deeper.

“Alright fine, but you tell anyone I’m slightly nice you’re cut off.”

“Cut off from what? You’re inheritance? You’re broke as shit.”

“You’re way too much like your mother.”

“Aw, you think so?” You flushed fondly, “Thanks!” You chirped proudly, puffing out your chest a little bit. He scoffed tugging on your horns once more and smirked as you yelped, “Would you stop doing that!”

“Nah I don’t think I will. Especially because I know it’s bothering you.”

“Asshole.”

“That’s more like it.”

You leaned back against the back of the bench with a loud groan throwing some popcorn at him. He snickered loudly, watching you closely all in all Schlatt did enjoy today. He kissed his teeth a little, you were way smarter than everyone seemingly gave you credit for, especially Dream. When Schlatt wins this election maybe he’d give you a position in his cabinet. He thinks you would like that, finally being able to show people who’s boss and what you’re capable of, yeah that’s what he’ll do. Reluctantly Schlatt pulled you close so your head rested against his shoulder, you smiled up at him softly, all in all, it was a good end to his day.

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[spooderboyandtincan]

Happy Halloween!

A/N: Here are the actual episodes of Buzzfeed Unsolved mentioned in this fic! The Terrifying Axeman of New Orleans and The Horrors of Pennhurst Asylum. As a warning, both of these videos describe both very grisly and gory things, so please watch them with caution! 

(Also, the author in no way claims to own or use these videos for commercial property. Just wanted to include them!)

~~~~~

Peter was having a great day, even when an apple tried to give him a concussion. 

Normally, he would have caught the traitorous fruit, but there were several families around who might have noticed his outstanding reflexes, so with some split second thinking he let the apple bounce off his head.

“Ow!” Peter massaged the top of his head. Tony and May turned to him, both slightly concerned. “I think this tree is trying to kill me.”

“Oh, spare us!” Tony said to the tree, reaching out to ruffle Peter’s curls. “Not my darling son! Take me instead!” 

Peter rolled his eyes at the dorky genius, actually finding himself feeling a little bad for the poor apple tree. “Don’t worry,” he muttered, patting the rough bark. “It wasn’t your fault.” 

There was something very adorable about watching Peter trying to comfort a tree, both Tony and May observed. Their kid’s heart was so pure and kind it was blinding. 

Peter snatched an apple off a low-hanging branch and, before Tony or May could stop him, bit into it. “Wow,” he mumbled through a mouthful of fruit, “this’s really good! Can we pick some?”

“That’s what we’re here for!” May sang. “Did you check for worms before you bit into that, Petey?”

“Worms?!”

Tony shook his head in fond exasperation. Peter spat his mouthful of apple on the ground in disgust, chucking the half eaten red orb to the side. “Ew ew ew ew ew!”

“Buddy, I’m pretty sure there weren’t worms in there,” Tony suggested.

Peter shrugged. “But are you sure? Now we have to pick more apples just in case they’re all wormy.” He stuck out his tongue in a mature display of unhappiness. 

“Thought you liked picking apples,” he questioned, suddenly worried that Peter had only been pretending to enjoy himself.

“No, no I do! It’s really fun! But now I can’t eat any,” he pouted. “I’m so huuuungry.”

He frowned in concern. “Why don’t we get some food and come back, kiddo? We can grab an extra coat from the car while we do.”

“Mr. Stark, I’m already wearing, like three of yours,” Peter laughed. He gestured to the layers of puffy jackets he was bundled up in, along with his favorite Spider-Man hat and thin black gloves.

“Actually, I think you need a scarf,” Tony observed. “We can’t have any spider-baby popsicles on our hands, now can we?”

Peter rolled his eyes. Tony began fussing over him like a mother hen, wrapping his own scarf around his neck and zipping up his third coat. He took the boy’s small hands in his and winced, rubbing them to bring some warmth. 

“You’re gonna lose fingers if we don’t get you some better gloves, bud.”

“I’m fiiiine.”

Peter heaved the bag of crisp, red apples into his arms with ease. Tony and May grabbed their own separate ones and heaved them over their shoulders with a lot less ease. They headed toward the muddy dirt road, lugging their apples and stopping for a moment to admire some chickens. 

“Ooooh!” Peter exclaimed suddenly, spotting a glimpse of orange behind the tall pine trees. “Mr. Stark, May! There’re pumpkins!” He jogged off. 

“Don’t you wanna get food before this, Pete?” Tony called, following the boy.

“I’ll eat the pumpkins!” 

“Look out for worms!” May teased. Tony found himself thinking of the classic nursery rhyme, Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater.

May found the perfect pumpkin almost at once. It was on the opposite side of the small field under a beautiful towering oak tree with red and golden leaves still on its branches. The pumpkin was a beautiful shade of dark orange and wonderfully round. She held it against the chest like it was a baby. 

Tony didn’t have any particular pumpkin in mind that he wanted so he decided to let Peter choose for him. 

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna get the wrong one,” Peter worried. 

“It won’t be the wrong one, kiddo,” Tony promised.

“Get that lumpy one, it looks like his head!” May advised from across the pumpkin patch. Peter sniggered.

“I’m offended. My head is perfectly oval-shaped,” Tony objected. 

“Smooth as a shark,” Peter muttered to himself, completely missing the perplexed look from his father-figure.

He picked up the lumpy pumpkin and then began to scavenge for a second one, humming. “This is Halloween, this is Halloween, pumpkins scream in the dead of night… ooh.” Peter knelt down and began to inspect this potential nominee. 

It was huge. Wide and tall with a round face and a flat back. The stem was long and twisting. The color was beautiful.

It. Was. Perfect.

“I found it!” he yelled. May and Tony turned to long at him and Peter displayed his pumpkin proudly. 

“Congrats,” said May, her grin wide. Tony applauded. 

“Can we get it?”

“Of course, Roo.” He smiled, kneeling down to take the lumpy pumpkin while Peter stood up with his own. “Do you wanna get another?”   

“Are you sure? I mean, I kinda do…”

“Yes, Petey, I’m sure.” Tony bent to press a quick kiss to his forehead. “Actually, I’d be delighted if you got another one. Really.” He loved seeing Peter so happy over a simple fruit. (Vegetable? Gourd?) Tony would gladly buy thousands of pumpkins if Peter could always be this happy. 

Soon Peter had selected two more pumpkins, a wide, squat one, and round, light orange one. They made their way back to the parking lot and the barn, where lots of fresh produce stands were set up. 

There was a beautiful, towering willow tree that Peter admired, watching its long limbs sway in the wind peacefully. He breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of rain and hay and something just distinctly fall. He trotted back to where his family stood in a line to buy their pumpkins and leaned into Tony, letting him wrap strong arms around him and hug him close. 

They bought their pumpkins and sat down at a picnic bench under the willow tree and basked in the sunlight. Tony left to the car and came back with a picnic basket akin to the ones in cartoons.

Peter’s eyes lit up when he noticed the mac and cheese in a plastic container and immediately he dug in. After inhaling his pasta, he dug through the basket. His eyes sparkled like stars. 

“Rhodey made us brownies!” Colonel Rhodes’s brownies were the best. They were gooey and somehow always warm, with extra chocolate-chips and an oreo in the middle. Rhodey had drowned them in jack-o’-lantern shaped sprinkles. He had even included a bottle of whipped cream, though most of it had probably been used on the current brownie Peter had just bit into.

“Oh, yummy,” May said, helping herself to a large one. Tony took his own and sprayed almost as much whipped cream on it as Peter had. 

Before he took a bite, he laughed. “Pete, how did you get whipped-cream on your forehead?” He balled up his sleeve and wiped it off. Peter squirmed away.

He played a quick rhythm on his pumpkin before glancing toward the various stands by the barn. “We should get apple cider,” he said, having a sudden realization. “I guess they probably wouldn’t go very good with brownies but maybe with pumpkin pie or something…?”

“Good idea, bud. How about some candy apples while we’re at it?”

“Yesss.”

Peter was bouncing in his seat while he waited for May and Tony to finish their sandwiches. He helped himself to a few more delicious brownies, trying to savor every bite. (And failing because they were so good.”

When they finished their food, they took a quick moment to put their pumpkins in the trunk of the car, then Peter led the way to the barn. At the back of the big room there was a large assortment of fresh produce, which May made a beeline to. On the right wall were four tall refrigerators, chock full of apple cider. 

“Why are they in milk cartons?” Peter wondered, opening the door and pulling the juice out. “Here!”

“Just one? You need to hydrate, young man,” he teased, pulling out three more jugs.

“I won’t just drink apple cider, Mr. Stark.”

“Actually, I think your blood is gonna be 75% apples, kiddo.”

“Carrots or asparagus, Pete?” May called. 

“Carrots?” 

“Good choice, honey.”

Tony noticed wonderfully red candy apples displayed on one of those cupcake stands he always saw at fancy parties. He pointed them out to Peter, who grinned and asked if they could have some.

“That’s what we're here for, Petey-Pie.” 

The young man at the stand wrapped the tree apples individually with cellophane and placed them in a bag. 

“That’s smart,” Peter said as they joined May at the checkout line. “Apples probably wouldn’t taste good with a paper bag.”

The cashier recognized Tony when they bought their food. Her hand flew to her open mouth and she shook her head in amazement. “You’re… you’re….” 

He offered a smile. Peter inched behind him and grabbed his hand. Tony squeezed his hand comfortingly and moved in front of him so no one could see his face. 

The cashier began to check out their items robotically, staring at Tony for an uncomfortably long time before she blinked and asked, “Do you want a bag, sir?”

Once they stuffed the groceries into the trunk of Tony’s car, Peter admired the farm one last time. The big willow tree swayed gracefully in the brisk wind as if it were saying farewell. 

Peter crawled into the back seat and slammed the door, curling up and shivering. Tony glanced in the back mirror and quickly moved to turn up the heat. 

He rested his chin on the edge of the window. The position was far from comfortable but at least he could watch the trees fly past as they drove. 

“You okay back there, Petey?” Tony asked, sounding concerned.

“‘M good. Just thinking,” he mumbled. It was hard to talk with his jaw pressed against a hard surface. 

“You sure, bud?” Tony still sounded worried. Peter sighed.

“Stop worrying,” he groaned. “I’m fine.”

“Okay, Petey, I trust you.” If he hadn’t been driving the car he would have held up his hands in mock surrender. “But you know that you can come to me for anything, right? Even if it’s just a stubbed toe, okay?”

“I know, Mr. Stark, really.” 

A snore filled the car, and they both laughed when they looked to May and realized she was already asleep. 

“So kiddie, whatcha thinkin’ about?” he asked. 

“How I’m gonna carve my pumpkin!” 

~~~~~

Peter dramatically threw the three pumpkins he was carrying down onto the kitchen island, pretending to wipe sweat off his forehead. He snickered when May rolled her eyes.

Peter took off his layers of coats and threw them on the couch, hanging his scarf up and then ripping off his hat. His hair frizzed everywhere and Tony laughed, his eyes soft and adoring. He flattened it down with his hand and pulled Peter into a crushing hug, bending to kiss his still slightly puffy curls.

They sat down at the kitchen island and chose their respective pumpkins. Peter looked around. “Where’re the knives?” he asked. 

“Oh, I know.” May stood up and rummaged through the upper cabinets, bringing out an orange carton. “Here!”

Tony watched nervously as Peter grabbed a carving knife from the box and stabbed the top of his pumpkin without any regard for his personal safety. 

“Careful, bubba,” he warned. He was about to take the knife from Peter’s small hands and bend it into pieces for being so dangerous and trying to hurt his kid. “No lost limbs today, okay?”

Peter laughed and continued to cut the top of his pumpkin. He yanked the stem out and sliced off the stringy guts. He took an orange plastic scooper and started scraping the seeds and guts out of the inside. Tony took his own pumpkin and did the same, keeping a watchful eye on his reckless kid all the same.

“What are you carving Pete?” May asked. 

“Secret,” Peter grinned, turning the pumpkin so they couldn’t see it. “You can see later!” 

“Well, fine. What about you, Tony?”

Tony hadn’t given much thought about it yet. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he had an idea that might work. “Secret,” he said.

May sighed in amused exasperation. “Suit yourself, lumpy. I’m going with the classic.” She took a purple sharpie and started drawing.

“Why aren’t there Halloween Carols?” Peter wondered aloud. “I don’t know like, any spooky songs and it’s sad.”

“There’s that one, um…” Tony trailed off. He did know the actual name of the song, but the look on Peter’s face would be priceless. “Spooky Scary Pumpkins? Ghosts? Is that it?”

Peter slowly raised his head, his eyes wide. “What?”

“You know, that one you’re always singing,” May said, joining in. “‘Spooky scary pumpkins’ sounds right.” 

Peter groaned and buried his head in his arms. “No. This isn't happeniiiiiing.”

“I believe the correct title is ‘Spooky Scary Skeletons, Boss,” said FRIDAY’s disembodied voice. 

“Thank you!” Peter threw up his hands in relief. “Spooky scary pumpkins. Ugh. Thanks for the nightmares.”

Tony ruffled his hair. “FRI, play it for us uncultured zombies, will ya?”

The first few notes of the song played and Peter started headbanging exaggeratedly, doing a dance in his seat. “Such a bop,” he said to himself, then went back to carving his pumpkin. 

A bop? Tony decided not to ask. He sketched out his idea on the pumpkin with a light pencil and rummaged through their carving tools.

“Mr. Stark, you didn’t get the guts out!” Peter protested. 

“Don’t worry, bud, you’ll see. Trust me.”

Tony finally found what he was looking for. “A-ha!”

“Is that..?” Peter leaned over. “Is that a dremel drill? Isn’t that for like, trimming dog nails?” 

“One of its many uses!” Tony switched it on. “Carving time.”

“Ooh. That’s cool, I wanna try!”

He handed the drill over to him. Peter turned his pumpkin around to the back and started carving. “Oh, so it only gets like the fleshy parts! The flesh? So then it kinda glows through.”

“That’s right,” he said. “It looks pretty cool when you put a candle in it.” Tony took the drill and got back to work. Their song was still playing in the background, and at some parts Peter would do a dance and sing along. 

After about fifteen minutes of ridiculous chatter and multiple songs played, May jumped up. “Finished!”

“Already?!” Peter exclaimed. “Lemme see!”

“Just a sec.” May ran off and grabbed a candle from one of the drawers in the living room, then hurried back. She put it in the pumpkin and lit it carefully. “Ta-da!”

“Oooh!” 

May had carved a traditional pumpkin with a big, spiky jaw, a triangle nose, and big triangle eyes. She had taken seeds and put them in the corners of the eyes to act as pupils. 

“Oh, he’s cross eyed!” Peter laughed. “That’s really cool.” 

Tony grinned. “Clever. I like it.”

“Thanks, Tony. I think I’ll borrow that drill from you when you’re done. I want to make a flower on the back.”

“Sure.” Tony continued working on theinrticate design, squinting and trying to make it as precise as possible. He caught Peter trying to sneak a peak and shooed him off cheerfully. 

When Tony looked up to check on Peter, he nearly cooed. His kid had the most adorable look of concentration on his face. His tongue poked out between his lips and his brow was furrowed. Peter worked carefully, selecting the tools he knew would work best and using them delicately.

 When Peter looked up again, the sky was considerably darker. He looked at the clock. “How is it already five?!” No way had he been working for one and a half hours straight. 

Tony blinked and snapped out of his stupor. “Huh. Time flies, I guess. I’m about done, how about you, kiddo?”

“Almost… I kinda messed up a few details but I think it looks okay!” He scraped the pumpkin more and looked up. “There! Where are the candles?”

“Here you go.” May smiled and handed him a red candle that smelled like cinnamon. He took the lighter and dipped his hand in the pumpkin while Tony watched anxiously. 

“Don’t burn yourself, baby.” He bit his lip in worry. “Be careful.”

“I am!”

May dimmed the lights and pulled the curtains shut. The candle glowed brightly in the dark room and Peter turned the pumpkin to face them. 

May gasped. “Oh. Oh my goodness! Peter, that’s gorgeous!” 

The boy blushed in the candlelight. “Thanks.” He looked to Tony, who had been strangely silent this whole time. 

“Mr. Stark?”

“Petey….” Tony felt his arc reactor and in his mind, compared it to Peter’s intricate, detailed carving that he had spent so much time on. “Petey… you made my reactor?” 

“Uh-huh! I kinda messed up some parts, but I think it looks pretty good. What do you think?”

“I… I… oh my god, baby, I love it. I love it so much.” He pulled his kid into a hug, squeezing him tight. Tony kissed his head and blinked away the tears in his eyes. Peter, surprised at first, hugged him back. “Thank you, Petey.”

“No problem,” he said, voice muffled in Tony’s sweatshirt. “Does it look good?”

“It looks beautiful, baby.”

“I had no idea you could make something like this,” May murmured, tracing the arc reactor with her fingers. “Wow, honey. This is spectacular!”

“Thanks.” Peter’s face heated from the praise and he pushed his head further into Tony’s chest. “What did you make?”

“I was wondering when you’d ask.” Reluctantly, he let go of Peter (but not without another forehead kiss) and grabbed the lighter, He lit the candle, turned it around, and-

It was Peter’s turn to gasp. “Is that me?!” He admired the glowing spider emblem with wide eyes. It matched the one on his suit exactly. “Oh my god!”

Tony beamed. “Do you see the resemblance?” 

“I’m pretty sure you just stole my suit and like, made it into a pumpkin. It’s so cool! I love it, thank you!”

“It was my pleasure,” he said graciously, giving a little bow. “Where do you think we should put them?”

“Um, I dunno. Where’s a good spot?”

Tony looked around. Eventually they decided to put them on the mantle above the fireplace. Peter worried they might rot, but the man assured him they wouldn’t and turned off the fireplace just to ease his kid’s fear.

Peter took a look at the room. A few days ago he and Tony had draped bright orange and purple lights around the room and Peter had added some webs that would definitely leave stains. There was a black spiderweb table runner on the coffee table, and in the kitchen there stood a plastic cauldron filled with dry ice. Ghosts made of tissue and paper mache balls hung from strings by the fireplace and above the couch and tv. Peter took a black and orange oreo from a pumpkin shaped plate cheerfully. 

“When’s dinner?” he asked, realizing how hungry he was getting.

“Are you hungry, bud? We can order a pizza, how does that sound?” Tony replied, smoothing down his curls and then ruffling them so they puffed back up again. 

“Great!” Peter patted his curls back down and flopped on the couch, taking out his phone. 

Only fifteen minutes later the pizza arrived. Peter jumped up happily and opened the box.

“It’s pumpkin shaped!” he exclaimed. “That’s so cool!” The pepperoni slices had been arranged in jack o’ lantern face and Peter laughed. He took four big slices for himself and sat down at the table while May joined him. Tony poured three glasses of apple cider and gave the biggest one to his kid, then sat down next to him. 

Peter wolfed down his pizza in the blink of an eye and downed the cider just as quickly. May and Tony started on their second slices while he started on his fifth. 

He was about to ask May if she knew that some spiders had blue blood when her phone rang. She smiled apologetically at them and stood up to take the call.

“Sandra? Oh, hi.” She wandered into the living room. “Uh-huh? Oh, that’s too bad, I’m so sorry.” A pause. “I could. Yeah, no problem. It’s okay. I hope everyone feels better.” May put her phone down. 

“I’m sorry, guys. I have to fill in for a friend for a few hours.” She sighed. “Her twins are sick and she really needs this. I have to go but I’ll be back soon, okay?” May grabbed her coat and gloves. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” 

“It’s okay, Aunt May,” Peter said, offering a smile. “What time will you be back?”

“Around two.” She titled his head back to kiss his forehead. “Get some sleep, both of you. No scary movies. Larb you!” She headed toward the elevator.

“Larb you too!” he called back as the doors closed behind her. Peter sighed. 

The room was oddly silent without May’s laughter, but soon Peter started chatting and laughing and they relaxed into their normal banter. 

When they finished their pumpkin pizza, they sat down on the couch. Peter snuggled into Tony’s side and yawned, grabbing his Starkpad. He scrolled to a video and poked Tony’s shoulder.

“What’s this, kiddo?” he asked, wrapping an arm around Peter’s shoulders and pulling him closer.

“Buzzfeed Unsolved,” he mumbled. “That’s Ryan and that’s Shane.” 

“Huh. That’s cool. They solve mysteries?”

“Sometimes. They don’t really solve them, I mean, it’s called Buzzfeed Unsolved, but they do talk about suspects or theories or whatever. Sometimes they do supernatural ones and they’re really funny. And spooky,” Peter rambled. Tony chuckled and turned his attention to the video.

The Haunted Halls of Waverly Hills, read the title. As the creepy introduction played, Tony frowned. The two men he assumed were Ryan and Shane were walking around a long, spooky hallway with cameras that made everything look like it was tinged green.

“You sure this isn’t too scary, Pete?” he asked, not wanting his kid to have nightmares. 

“It’s not,” Peter grumbled. “I’m fine. This one is cool!”

“If you’re sure, Roo.” Tony still sounded skeptical. He was prepared to turn off that tablet the second Peter showed any sign of fright, but he never did.

“This week on Buzzfeed Unsolved we explore Waverly Hills Sanatorium as part of our ongoing investigation, ‘are ghosts real?’” said Ryan.

The camera panned to Shane as he shook his head. They went on to explain the history of the sanatorium. Peter giggled at their many jokes, especially when Shane made snarky remarks. Tony deduced that Shane was the sceptic while Ryan strongly believed in paranormal happenings. He was inclined to side with Shane, but Peter looked just as nervous as Ryan was when he walked down an empty hallway all alone. 

“Pete, are you sure this isn’t too scary?” he repeated after a particularly gruesome description of the horrors that took place in that old building.

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” Despite his annoyed tone, Peter was smiling. 

“Okay, okay.” Tony turned to press a tender kiss to his temple. “I just don’t want you to have nightmares.”

“I won’t. It’s okay.” Peter flopped against him and pressed the next video. “Promise.” He yawned.

The videos, Tony admitted, were pretty cool. He liked how they listed theories and possibilities instead of just leaving the mysteries unended. The two men were funny and entertaining, and he found himself enjoying the videos. 

By now they had watched at least nine or ten episodes. It was easy to get lost in all the videos, which were only twenty minutes long each, but when you watched a few more, time had passed faster than you expected. When Tony checked the time he was surprised to find it was already nine-thirty. 

“You tired, bubba?” he asked gently as Peter yawned. “You’ve had a pretty big day.”

Peter shrugged. “A little.”

“Do you wanna go to bed now, sweetheart?”

“Sure.” He stretched and yawned again. “Tomorrow’s Halloween, right?”

“That’s right,” he hummed. He helped Peter stand up and they made their way down the hallway. “Good night, baby,” he murmured, pulling him into a hug. 

Peter felt a warm kiss pressed to his curls. “G’night.” He hugged Mr. Stark and stumbled into his bedroom, rubbing his eyes. 

Tony watched with love shining bright in his eyes. He headed to his own bed and climbed under the covers, curling up and turning on the bedside lamp. He grabbed his glasses and perched them on the edge of his nose, planning to get a little reading done before he went to bed. 

He couldn’t help but worry about his kid, who had just binge-watched ten episodes about terrible deaths and tortures. “FRI, tell me if he can’t fall asleep, or if he does and wakes up. Just tell me if he’s scared.”

“Certainly, boss,” the AI said smoothly. Tony nodded and began reading, though he barely took in a word, much more focused on the boy in the room next to him. 

~~~~~

Peter thought he had been tired. He had nearly unhinged his jaw from yawning so much. But now, he lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, unable to sleep.

He shifted around, trying to get comfortable. Heavy blankets tangled around his legs as he thrashed. Peter sighed and mashed his pillow over his face.

After what felt like an hour (but in reality was only fifteen minutes) Peter rolled over and sat up, yawning and scratching the back of his neck.

He grabbed his Starkpad and earbuds. Peter only used one, because two was too overwhelming. He went to youtube and clicked on the first unsolved episode he found, just wanting to sleep. 

The intro played loudly in his ear and Peter relaxed. 

“This week on Buzzfeed Unsolved we’ll cover the Axeman Killer of New Orleans,” said Ryan Bergara. “One of the strangest serial killer cases I’ve ever read.”

“And you’ve read a lot,” Shane replied.

Ryan explained the timeline, which began in 1918 in, of course, New Orleans and ended around eighteen months later. He detailed the mysterious and morbid attempted killings, saying, “In chilling fashion, he only seemed to strike people while they slept in their beds.”

Just to make sure, Peter peeked out the curtain. He shivered and hid further under his blankets. He snickered quietly when Shane made a joke right off the bat.

When the video ended, he turned it off and lay back down. He scrubbed his eyes, feeling refreshed but sleepy at the same time.

Except now, he was having a lot harder of a time falling asleep.

Peter stared at his bedroom door nervously, expecting someone to burst in brandishing an axe. 

It never came.

He watched apprehensively, knowing this was stupid, and rolled over so he faced the wall.

Now his back felt even more exposed. Peter shivered and faced the door in a panic, swearing he heard something. 

Nothing.

He sighed shakily and curled up under the blankets, his heart racing and his eyes wide. The shadows seemed to dance and his eyes flitted from corner to corner as he expected some creature with razor sharp teeth to come leaping out of them. 

A chair, which he had thrown some dirty clothes on the other day, now looked like some skeletal creature with a huge head that could swallow him in one bite.

Peter, in a sudden burst of adrenaline, threw off his covers and sprinted the few feet down the hall to Tony’s room, the door slamming open. Peter leapt onto Tony’s bed, shaking, and wrapped his arms around the man.

Tony went rigid with surprise. “Peter?” He straightened up, squeezing his kid tight protectively and looking murderously around the room for the source of Peter’s fear. “What is it, baby? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” 

Peter shook his head and crawled shakily into his lap, pressing his face into his chest. “Petey? What happened?” His voice was soft and gentle but somehow worried and protective at the same time. “Did you have a nightmare?”

Peter sniffed and blinked a few tears out of his eyes. His cheeks heated in embarrassment. He wilted in Tony’s arms both out of shame and overwhelming relief that he was safe now. 

“Oh, baby,” he cooed. “You’re okay, I got you, you’re okay. I’m here, shh.” He kissed his delicate brown curls. “I’m here, I’m here.”

Peter sighed in relief and squashed his nose against Tony’s reactor. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled.

“Why are you sorry, bubba? You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?” Tony murmured. 

Peter nodded. “I- I just got scared.” His voice cracked and he tried not to cry. 

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay, you’re okay. I got you. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, ‘kay?” He brushed his fingers through his curls. “Pete?”

A soft snore filled the peaceful quiet of the room. Peter’s breathing was slow and even, his face lax. Tony’s face softened. He carefully maneuvered Peter’s limp body under the war covers and wrapped his arms around him, pressing his nose into his curls. “I won’t ever let anything hurt you, kay?” He sighed in contentment, holding his kid tightly. “I love you so much baby.”

Tony’s eyes fluttered shut. “G’night, sweetheart.”

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[peach-the-owl]

Far From Home pt. 2

Vox Machina & Child!Reader

Might not completely follow canon but I kept it as close as I could and I apologize in advance if the characters aren’t accurate either as I’m not fully familiar with campaign 1, but anyways… PART 2 HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!!! If you haven’t yet, find part 1 here

Hold onto your hats, this is a long one

Salda rushes towards the opening but keeps herself back enough to avoid the rain that you could now see pouring in.

"Whoever you are, leave! Run away or I-I swear I’ll kill you!" Her voice wavered slightly, but she held her ground holding out her blade threateningly. You hear a bit of murmuring before one of the voices from above speaks just loud enough for you to hear from your position.

"Sherri it’s us!" There’s a few other voices but they were softer and harder to make out the words of, Salda then looks over her shoulder.

"Sherri?"she calls for the half-elf, who cautiously makes her way over looking up once she's close enough.

"My god. Come in quick, please." Sherri starts ushering in the new arrivals who all made their way into this little bunker. What a colourful bunch they were, these must’ve been the friends Gilmore had mentioned to you while searching through the city. It seemed the other kids knew who they were as their faces lit up in both hope and recognition to this group. You decided to stay quiet and as out of sight as possible for now not wanting to draw attention to yourself as you were still grappling with your whole being lost in time problem.

"I don’t believe my husband made it… But we're alive." You still listen in on the conversation to try and distract yourself though.

"Did you see him fall?" The male half-elf, dressed in all black asks.

"No," Salda pauses a second, "he-he saved us." You did feel a little left out since you had helped too but then again you were a stranger to these people and still didn’t feel the need to involve yourself in the conversation. They all look over to where Gilmore was laying and the male half-elf immediately rushes to him placing a hand under his chin and quickly inspecting the wounded area.

"Pike! Pike, Keyleth come over here!" He says with urgency. A gnome with white hair quickly steps forward, you could only assume this was Pike since Keyleth was a more elvish name. The other two half-elves in the group also step in quickly helping to patch up the wound, you weren’t sure which of those two was supposed to Keyleth but honestly that wasn’t the biggest concern right now. Pike places her hands on her holy symbol and you watch as light emits from it before gently placing her hands on Gilmore the light transferring from her hands into his body. The room is illuminated as the magic heals the nasty wound on Gilmore, you take a quick look around and see the half-orc that's with the party now staring at you. There’s a small thud that draws your attention back to Gilmore as the magic had finished its job, he curls over a little before the male half-elf carefully places him on his lap.

"Is he alright?! Is he alright?" Sherri asks, looking over and placing on her glasses.

"I think so." The male half-elf responds softly, Sherri then notices that half-orc with them.

"Who's this one? What’s he doing here?" She questions with a threatening tone. The others mumble over there words a bit until the male gnome gives a proper responce.

"He’s a friend, he fought with us. He’s… he's not corrupted by the dragons influence."

"If I could know your name orcish sir."

"It’s really cool." The gnome quickly adds.

"I’m Garthok." The half-orc gives a bow.

"Keep your distance, I don’t trust you yet." She gives him a weary side look.

"Of course," he then turns to Salda as Sherri directs her attention back onto Gilmore. "If I may ask you, I don’t recall you having four children." You raise your head up seeing now that all eyes have turned to you making you feel a little uneasy as you try to press yourself into the wall more.

"They're not mine. But they helped in our rescue too." Salda comments. There’s more chatter amongst the group as the white haired gnome now walks over to you.

"Hello there." Her voice is gentle and sweet, easing away some of the fear and tension that you’ve built up. You give a soft greeting back and wait for her to speak again. "My name's Pike, what’s your name?"

"I’m (y/n), it’s nice to meet you Pike." You hold your hand out for her to shake making her notice the concerning burns and bruises on you.

"Oh, you poor child. Here let me help." She takes your hand and once again you see a soft light emit from her, though defiantly not as strong as what she used to heal Gilmore. The small light travels from her hand into yours making its way up your arm and to the rest of your body, you instantly feel a lot better and a little more energized as the burns and bruises slowly disappear. Pike then helps you to your feet and you both scuffle back over towards everyone else. You sit yourself down again and try to get a better look at the still unconscious Gilmore quickly noticing the stares from the male half-elf.

"We were told you were the one who ran back in to save him. Is this true?" He questions, gaining your full attention. He had a bit of an intimidating look to himself but you were used to people like that, having travelled around with Beau and Yasha so much.

"I mean he saved me from being crushed so I owed him… I guess? But mostly he was in a lot of trouble, someone had to help." You scratch the back of your head sheepishly, not sure how to explain yourself pausing in your actions and redirecting your attention when you feel his hand on your shoulder.

"Thank you." He gives you a small but genuine smile of gratitiude, you return the gesture with your own small smile.

"What’s your name mister?" You suddenly ask, now realizing you never got it. He gives a soft, feathery laugh at your newfound curiosity.

"Call me Vax."

"Hi Vax, I’m (y/n)." If you paid close attention you could see his smile rise slightly. There’s a cough and the attention was switched back to Gilmore as he slowly regained consciousness. His head lulls back and you can see him smile a little as his eyes train onto Vax's.

"Ah… it's always what I’d assume I’d see in my last moments." He give a soft chuckle mixed with light coughing.

"Bad day, huh."

"Strangely enough I’m pretty sure I’ve had worse." You catch yourself giggle a little at his comment.

"No offence darling but you look like shit." The one who spoke looked a lot like Vax, you could easily conclude they were siblings, probably twins if you really had to guess.

"We can’t have that can we." He then raises his hand, attempting to conjure some magic but a fit of coughs causes it to sputter away. He pauses a second to regain his breath. "Sooo, either we're all dead or all alive… I’d like an answer."

"Alive." The female Vax answers, you were really curious what her name was now mostly so you wouldn’t have to keep thinking of her as female Vax.

"Good, I was hoping you’d say that." Gilmore let’s out a halfhearted laugh before continuing. You zoned out a little since the conversation wasn’t really directed at you and looked at the different members of this group. You already knew who Pike and Vax were as well as the half-orc Garthok, then there was Vax's twin, next to her was the other half-elf who looked like some sorta forest princess to you, then there was the big goliath and the fanciful gnome you could tell was defiantly a bard, and finally the nicely dressed man with glasses and silver hair. You wondered if they could help you get back to your time, but then again was it really a good idea to tell them you were actually from the future? They might think you’re crazy, plus they already had a lot on their plate with these dragons now roaming around so you decided it was best to keep your mouth shut for now. You notice the other kids had tears screaming down their faces, from what you picked up in the background it could only be because of their fathers fate. You scoot over towards them and tap Illiya's shoulder, she looks at you with red puffy eyes.

"I’m sorry that happened." She nods a little and you end up giving her a hug, the other two joining in to gain some form of ground and comfort.

"After finding this little one here, I went to the dragon just in case you’d been your usual foolish selves and run into hell itself." You chimed back into the conversation when you hear this, seeing Gilmore turn to look at you. "Suppose I do have you to thank as well, for me still being here."

"Well… I couldn’t just leave you there, and you saved me too. It was only fair." You weren’t used to getting so much credit for something since it was always someone else from the Nein who'd end up coming in clutch for the rest of the team, it felt nice for sure but you also couldn’t help feel a little embarrassed too.

"This kid's got guts, I like 'em." The goliath says, they went on to ask questions to things you weren’t familiar with, also trying not to remember the many burnt and dead bodies you’d encountered when they asked Gilmore about other survivors. Going back to your own thoughts you battled with the idea of telling these strangers about your situation and if they could in any way help or simple wait it out and hope that when or if the spell wears off you’ll be sent back home no problem. After all it’s only been a day some spells last much longer then that, still though the sooner you could get home the better.

There's some movement as everyone starts to get up, you quickly follow along with everyone and start making your way up top. You follow the group soon noticing that Vax, his sister, the male gnome, and Garthok head off in one direction while everyone else head in another. The walk starts silent as you trudge through the muddy streets, rain pouring down on you. It would've been fine but you’d been sitting in silence all day and was getting tired of having your thoughts keep you down, plus you were curious about this group of adventurers you were with. With a deep breath and a feeling of courage you walk up to the half-elf.

"Are you a princess?" You let your curiosity break the ice, the woman stalls her movements slightly then looks down at you.

"S-sorry?" She seemed surprised, you ask your question again and she blinks a few times, processing your words. "I suppose I am, in a way. Why do you ask?"

"It’s just you look so pretty and you have this look of like a leader to you." She blushes at your comment and smiles, actually this may be the first time you’ve seen her smile since you met her.

"Well thank you. I’m Keyleth." She holds her hand out for you to shake. So this was the Keyleth mentioned earlier, that was good to know.

"It’s very nice to meet you, I’m (y/n)." You accept the handshake, already feeling a sense of comfort around her you walk along side her. "So who are your other friends?"

"You mean you don’t know?" She looked at you confused.

"Well," you pause a second and make sure what you say doesn’t reveal too much information yet. "I’m not from around here, so I don’t know that much." You say satisfied with your answer, it wasn’t like you were lying after all.

"Oh! Umm… well let’s see… you already know who Pike is I’m sure." You nod.

"And Vax." You quickly pipe in.

"And Vax," she repeats with confirmation, "then there’s his twin Vex."

"There names sound the same, that must be confusing."

"It can be sometimes. Now Vex has a pet bear named Trinket."

"She owns that cool bear!" You have to stop yourself from shouting with excitement while pointing at the armoured bear that’s been traveling with you, earning a small giggle from Keyleth.

"Yes, she does, he’s very friendly if you want to pet him later." You can hardly contain your smile, having something to look forward to after this conversation. Keyleth clears her throat a little to regain your attention. "Then there’s Scanlan, he’s the other gnome in our group and he’s really good at making up songs." You nod and let her continue. "Next is Percy over there," she points to the man with the silvery hair. "He’s had a lot to deal with recently so don’t mind him if he seems a little stand off-ish with you. There’s myself of course, and finally there’s Grog, he’s not the sharpest tool but he is the heaviest. Together we are Vox Machina." She finishes her explanation with a proud look on her face.

"That’s a really cool name, my friends have a cool name for our adventure group too." You stop realizing it may not have been wise to have said that last part aloud.

"You’re with another group? What do they call themselves?" She looks at you with genuine curiosity. Before you answer her a small group of individuals step out, armed with various blades.

"Hey! Drop your stuff! Give us what you’ve got." One starts, to which Keyleth leaves your side and socks them in the jaw. You hold back a laugh, that looked like something Beau would do. Sherri pulls out her wand and unleashes a bolt of lightning, blasting off a piece of nearby wall making it crumble to the ground. Gilmore supports his own weight for a moment and slowly raises his arm, bolts of arcane energy whipped around him making him look really cool and powerful.

"Do you gentlemen seriously wish to start this ruckus?" He says with a threatening tone, the men pause and share a look.

"No." They all sheath their weapons and scurry off again.

"Yeah you better run!" Keyleth shouts at the retreating forms.

"Yeah, you tell 'em Kiki." Grog compliments.

"Thank you. I’m trying to get better at it." She smiles at him. You were just glad you could avoid any conflicts, not wanting to deal with any at this time. You traverse through the streets some more seeing folks working to dig mass graves for the ones who perished, you avert your eyes from the sight having already seen enough death for one day. You walk over to the bear, Trinket if you remember correctly and he immediately gives you a sniff, puffing air into your face making you brighten up a little and pet him on the muzzle.

"Did you say secret passage!?" You hear a very excited Gren say eagerly, you perk up more at the idea of a secret passage too.

"I did! I did!" Keyleth replies with a smile at the boys excitement. "Did you want to go see it?" You get closer and start a little chant.

"Secret passage secret passage." Gren quickly joining in, even his sisters joined your little chant making Salda smile for the first time since you’d met her.

"We can't dissappoint the children." Keyleth looks to Grog expectantly.

"Fine. Secret passage it is." He says in a half-joking kinda way. You all make your way down through the secret passage, which wasn't as exciting as you thought I’d be but it did it’s job and you safely make it to the party's base. As you start making your way up and out of the passageway you see some attendants, who looked worked to the bone, come over and greet the party before turning to you and the other kids.

"Oh, and children. You’ve got children have ya." One kneels down, you shrink back a bit unable to hide behind someone for protection like the other three. You all walk into the next room where hundreds of others were already settled and the panic you’ve been setting aside this whole time crept in again. You didn’t know anyone here, what were you supposed to do now? It had already taken a lot of your courage to put blind trust in the people who brought you here but now they could easily walk away and you’d be left with no one. Not to mention you still had no idea how to get back to your own time. You could feel the tears pricking at the edges of your eyes and a few spill over.

"Hey, kid." You quickly wipe your eyes and look over to see that Percy had called your attention. "I have a few questions I’d like to ask you." You give a nod and follow him as he leads you away from the large group of people, well the entire place was crowded but you managed to find a less populated area. You shuffle in place a bit as you wait for him to speak again. "Alright first off, where did you come from?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" You give him a confused look, he sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose.

"I overheard you talking to Keyleth, you said you weren’t from around here. So where are you from?" You could tell he was trying to be patient with you, which you appreciated since you were sure he probably had other things he wanted to do.

"Oh! Ummm, well I’m from Wildemount."

"From Wildemount? How could child from Wildemount be here all alone, where are parents?" He gives you almost a suspicious look making you knaw at your lip, not sure if now was a good time to fess up about everything or not.

"Well that’s a long and, ummm… crazy story. You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you."

"Kid-"

"My name's (y/n)." You weren’t sure if that came off as rude but you figured he might as well know your name since you knew his.

"Right, (y/n) then, I have seen and done countless things in my life. So whatever it is you’re hiding may not be as crazy as you think." You take a deep breath and try to think of a good way to explain this.

"Ok, well my friend Caleb was working on a spell that I think shifts space and time or something but it went wrong and I wasn’t looking so I got hit with it and then I wake up in a place I never been in before and then dragons came out of nowhere so I ran then I met that nice man Gilmore and then I met you guys and I don’t know how to get home." You suck in some air after blurting it out in one breath, your well thought out explaination broken the second you opened your mouth the words just tumbling out. Percy just stares at you for a moment, maybe you spoke too fast for him to catch everything so you quickly add a shortened version to your story. "What I’m saying is I’m… from the future."

"Well you were right, I do find this crazy and I'm having a very hard time believing your story."

"It’s true though." You pout a little, you figured he wouldn’t believe you but he was the one to coax the story out of you in the first place.

"Percy! There you are." Vex ran over and embraces Percy, leaving you to stand there awkwardly. When she lets go of him she notices your presents. "Hello there darling." She gives you a kind smile.

"Hi, you’re Vex right?" You wanted to make sure you said the right name, she gives you a nod.

"Indeed I am, and you are?"

"I’m (y/n). I really like your bear." She laughs a little at your comment.

"He’s pretty great isn’t he," she then looks back to Percy. "What are you doing here with them, if I may ask."

"Well, (y/n) here says they're from Wildemount, which I can believe. What I don’t believe is their claim of being from the future." Percy explains.

"But it’s true, I’ve read stories that have mentioned a Gren, Illiya and Odessa Tal’Dorei but they’re much older in those stories then they are here." Even with your attempt at an explanation neither looked like they really believed you.

"Well, truth or not I have question of my own for you." You look at Vex and wait for her to continue. "You were with Gilmore when he went to face the Cinder King, what I’d like to know is if you saw anything that may have been odd or different about about this dragon. I know it’s a lot to ask you but anything will do if you saw something." You dig though your thoughts trying to think if there was anything at all, then you remeber something you did catch before the dragon was out of view.

"Uhhh, there was his weird belly scales."

"What about them would you say was weird?" Vex crouches down to your height and gives you a patient look, you try really hard to rummage with your thoughts to figure out why they looked weird to you not wanting to let these people down for some reason.

"Oh! I think it was because they didn’t look like real scales, they looked more like armour trying to protect something… I mean, I think so anyways. Sorry, I know it’s not a lot."

"No no darling, you’re doing fine." She gives you a calming smile. "So you think he’s wearing armour that look like scales in order to protect something, is that right?" You nod and she gives you a gentle pat on the head. "Good to know, that could be very helpful in the future."

"Speaking of future, I need to find a way back home." They both look to you and Percy gives a sigh.

"This again-" he’s cut off by Vex lightly smacking him in the gut.

"Percy," she gives him a look, "the least we can do is help this poor child reunite with their family." He looks between you and her for a second then nods.

"You’re right. Maybe Pike can help if magic is indeed involved." The two of them then lead you to a sorta chapel area where some people were bowed in deep prayer while others seemed to just be using the space to sleep for the night. You find Pike in front of a statue of a feminine figure you'd never seen before, you were positive they were some sort of goddess though. She turns to face you upon hearing your approach.

"Hi guys, what can I do for you?" She greets the three of you. Percy gives a quick summery of what you'd told him to her and she places a hand under her chin in thought. "You know, actually that could explain the strange magical aura I felt around them when I touched their hand."

"Really?!" You, Vex and Percy all say at once, yours was more in excitement while theirs was in shock.

"Do you think you could reverse it and send me home?" You happily ask, bouncing on the balls of your feet. Pike turns to you and gives you a faint smile.

"I could, but you’re gonna have to wait until tomorrow. I already used a lot of my divine magic today." You deflate a little with a sigh but nod in understanding, Pike places a hand gently on your shoulder. "It’ll be ok, I promise you’ll be back where you belong before you know it." She reassures and a small smile returns to you with those words. As the evening draws to a close you decide to stay in the little chapel for the night, it’s a bit of a struggle but you do eventually drift off to sleep.

Sunshine peeking through the windows cause you to wince as you awaken with a yawn and stretch out your limbs. Taking a look around you were still in the chapel, others there still waking themselves up, were already awake or bowed in prayer. The doors open and you bring your attention to the group you’d met yesterday walking in.

"I’m just saying if this child really is from the future, like you said, then they must know what 'appens." You hear the goliath say.

"Here’s the thing Grog, they’re from Wildemount they most likely don’t know Tal'Doren (don’t know if that’s the correct term) history, and what purpose would we have going there?" Percy argues, you slowly get up off the bench you’d been sleeping on and approach them.

"Good morning," Keyleth addresses you, "you ready to finally go home." You respond by eagerly nodding.

"Wait! Before anything else, I have to know… am I known worldwide in the future?" You blink a few times at the male gnomes question.

"I’m sorry, what was your name again?" This gets a few laughs from the other members as he gives a sigh of defeat but quickly brightening up again.

"I am the great Scanlan Shorthalt, ring any bells now?" You try to think if you’ve heard or seen that name anywhere before.

"You know I think I have seen your name on a book before. But I never got to read it, my friends were busy and we couldn’t stay in the shop long but I’m sure I saw a book with your name on it." This seemed to brighten him up more before he’s pulled away by Vax and Pike steps forward.

"Ready to go?" She asks sweetly. Once again you nod eagerly. "Okay, here goes." She starts casting a spell and you feel your body start to tingle a little, your arms starting to shimmer. The light around you glows brighter and brighter.

"If you have time, you should come and visit some time in the future!" You weren’t able to tell who said that as your vision goes white………

When your able to open your eyes again your back in the Xhorhaus, you pick yourself up off the floor and hear a loud squee as your tackled into a hug.

"Oh my gosh, (y/n) your back! We were soooo worried about you!" It was so reliving to hear Jesters bubbly voice again. Her shouts of joy alert the rest of the Nein as they rush to your location and instantly start bombarding you questions, they quickly die down noticing your lack of responce. You feeling overwhelmed with relief and joy just start bawling your eyes out, no longer containing all the tears you’d been holding back. They quickly realize now wasn’t the time for questions and settle with bringing you into a comforting group hug which you return. You were so happy to finally be home, but you couldn’t help but wonder about that other adventuring group you’d met, Vox Machina is what they’d called themselves right? You wondered what happened to them, sure for you it’s maybe been a minute but it’s been maybe over 20 years since they’d met you. Did they even remeber you? Maybe one day you’ll get a chance to find out, but right now you savoured in the moment of being home.

#critical role #vox machina #vax'ildan #vex'ahlia #cr grog #pike trickfoot #scanlan shorthalt #percy de rolo #keyleth #mighty nein #the mighty nein #caduceus clay #caleb widogast #jester lavorre #fjord #fjord stone #nott the brave #yasha nydoorin #beauregard lionett #mollymauk tealeaf #nothing romantic here #vox machina & reader #critical role & reader #mighty nein & reader

[brandywine-tomatoes]

Kyu Sakamoto - an excerpt

Literally just procrastination writing from yesterday. I created 2 badass lesbian ocs for the MCU (mainly Rogers, Barnes, and Wilson's stories) and now I have a 7-page outline...... been in the fandom for 3 days..... ANYWAYS

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@icedcoffee101 and @dragon-pups pushed me to write this sad excerpt, so here you go everyone!

TW: sad/depressing thoughts, questioning existence for a hot second, honestly it's just really fucking depressing, but I love it nonetheless.

Word count: 1519

Prompt/Inso: my 7-page outline of badass lesbians that keep an eye on bucky when he's the winter soldier (this excerpt isn't about that tho)

QUICK NOTE: this is during the events of TFATWS, episode 5 I believe? And Grace is mute, so she uses sign language (tho she's only in the flashback). So yeah. Enjoy some sad angst!

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“Well,” she picked up the leather bag from the chair, holding it up with a smirk. “I brought records.”

Bucky’s resting bitch face turned up into a small smile. The only person with a decent music taste thankfully brought records to Sam’s ‘let’s finally work on this fucking boat’ party with most of the neighbours and people owing favours. Everyone was milling around, fixing whatever they were assigned to fix and laughing in the cool bay breeze.

“I sure hope you have 60s stuff in that huge bag of yours,” he chuckled, walking past her up the dock to bring the record player from the shore. She held the heavy bag with one arm as she unzipped the zipper, an old and dusty smell escaping the inside and showing the spines of dozens of records.

“You pack all those just for us, Ash?” Sarah came up beside her, admiring all the casings.

“I found them stuffed in a closet back in Africa. I thought I’d revisit some old favourites,” she smiled at her.

Bucky and Sam came back down the dock with the record player in tow and an amp, talking with each other about god knows what. They set the gear down on a bench, plugging in the amp. The four of them dug into the bag, each of them taking out 2 or 3 records each to examine.

“Damn, you really like your slow songs, huh?” Sam spoke up, showing her the record covers in his hands were indeed black and white photos and words she didn’t understand.

She smiled brightly. “Yup! The 60s were the times of slow songs, the best ones.”

“I full-heartedly agree,” Bucky laughed. He slid a perfect disk out its paper cover and carefully placed it on the spindle, sliding over the needle to the first song ridge.

“I hope you picked something upbeat,” Sarah said.

The music flooded through the amp, the old-sounding and staticy bass vibrating through the deck and resonated in everyone’s hearts. People started taking their wives and husbands and kids to dance to the seemingly upbeat song.

Sasha just stared wide-eyed at the spinning disk, a long shoved down lump of unshed sobs pushing up her throat.

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‘We don’t have anywhere else to go, we have the papers, and we have the rings,’ Grace signed quickly, pulling Sasha through the doorway gently and resting her hands on her waist, Sasha’s hands instinctively moving to behind her neck.

“All we need is a song, Graceless,” she smiled softly, mesmerized by her new wife’s radiating happiness and her beautiful smile that could seemingly never be darkened. The white curtains blew gently in front of the open window by their records, the moon's soft glow flooding the hardwood floors the only light they needed.

She nodded in return. Grace pulled away and walked to their stack of brand-new records, picking the one off the top and putting the needle of the travel-sized player on the first song.

‘We better thank him for his demos,’ Grace signed, then extended a hand to her wife. Sasha smiled so brightly as she took it.

“The neighbours will have a fit, it’s 3 o’clock in the morning,” Sasha whispered, putting her chin on Grace’s shoulder and started swaying slowly with one hand lightly holding Grace’s and another around her arm.

‘Doesn’t matter,’ Grace tapped on her shoulder in a familiar rhythm.

She sighed in contentment. Why couldn’t every day be like this, nothing to worry about other than what song to choose, no people to run after, no running from Hydra. Just the soft blowing of curtains and Kyu Sakamoto on their travel record player.

“If you say so, Ana.”

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“Ash, you alright? You look like you’re about to cry,” Sarah laughed awkwardly and put a hand on Sasha’s shoulder, bringing her back from her wedding night. The others started to notice the reddening of her eyes and the shaking of her hands.

She walked away from the 3 of them, vaguely registering someone's failed attempt at reaching out to grab her wrist.

She couldn’t cry here, not in front of people she didn’t know and wouldn’t understand. She picked up the pace, the dammed river behind her eyes becoming unbearable to keep holding up. Soon enough she was running up the green hill leading to Sam’s house with no intention of stopping until she was with the love of her life again. Running might get her there, it might get her back in her arms, swaying softly to Kyu Sakamoto back in Africa.

She ran across the street of the empty house, bursting through the green forest and didn’t stop. The stray tears escaping her eyes were pushed past her face from the wind, clouding her eyesight.

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“What was that?” Sarah asking, concern evident on her face.

Bucky sighed in realization of what he did. He dropped his face into his hands groaning. “Shit.”

“What-”

He started walking up the dock to make up for lost time. He shouted back to his friends, “It’s her god damn wedding song.”

“Oh shit,” Sam whispered. He didn’t know much about Sasha or her history, but he remembers her and her deceased wife, how much they loved each other. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what force would be able to pull them apart. They were both super-soldiers, they lived longer than Bucky or Steve had, they had more than half a century of camaraderie. She was off the grid for 7 years after her death. “Oh shit.”

“I didn’t know Sasha’s married,” Sarah tried to lighten the mood.

“It’s a long story.”

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When Sasha finally collapsed in the dense forest, the light shining through the trees dimmed and turned the colour of the orange clouds above. Little streaks of light escaped the canopy and left little spots of highlighted roots or fallen leaves. Grace would try to step in every streak of light, sign that Sasha should help her find all the new tree sprouts and clear the leaves from around it to give it a fighting chance at survival.

She kneeled in the dirt beside an old and tall tree, the fabric of her jeans digging into the soft earth and the moisture seeping across her knees. The first sob she let go made her feel so weak and helpless, like a wounded puppy trying to fight its way off the streets. After that, she only thought of Grace coming up behind and hugging the life out of her, trying to make her feel as safe as possible. But she’d never feel the bone-crushing safety again, only the hollow and emptiness of her evaporated shadow.

She cried and sobbed and spread her tears around her face well into the darkness of night with only the moon to watch in pity. The sleeves of her white crew neck were dried with snot and dirt and pieces of bark from the tree she was leaning on. It was only a dent, a chip off the sorrow she felt, and it didn’t make her feel any better. Nothing would make her feel better.

Her legs were numb under her body, prickling like hundreds of needles were puncturing her skin. Her hands were rested in the dirt, fiddling with dried chucks as she stared out an open spot in the canopy. It was a clear night, a couple stars blinked back at her tired and puffy red eyes.

She was in the middle of thinking that sinking into the old tree supporting her side would solve her problems when the sound of leaves crunching beneath footsteps came closer and closer and eventually stopped just off to the side of her.

“I’m sorry, Sasha,” Bucky’s words were genuine. She stayed silent, grimacing at the change of sound. “I wasn’t thinking.”

She turned her head to look at him, a frown etched in his face as he took in the sight of how small she looked, how the whites of her eyes were clearly bloodshot, even visibly in the silver light.

“I hope you never find someone that makes you feel this way,” her voice was beyond strained and wavered at every word.

“Sasha-”

“Her real name was Anastasia, like the Grand Duchess. After Hydra tried to burn the warehouse down, we assumed other names,” she looked back to the canopy. “It meant resurrection.”

“Look-”

“I’m not coming back, James. This country has her blood smeared on its soil and I’ll never be able to forgive it.”

Bucky was surprised, to say the least. “We need you here, Sasha.”

She turned a cold and raging glare at him. “We helped you enough. We spent decades helping you. I’m done.”

She had a hard time using her numb legs to get up and the tree's roots around her didn’t help either. Bucky held out a hand for her to take. A last helping move before she left. He knew he wouldn't be able to talk her out of it.

She gripped his flesh hand tightly and hoisted herself up, steadying herself and shaking the blood back into her limbs. She nodded at his darkened face.

“Goodbye, James Barnes.”

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A/N: WAS THAT SAD OR WHAT?! I teared up a couple times writing this, ngl. If y'all find this interesting, let me know! I need the motivation to write the real fic with Grace and Sasha alive, Sasha isn't always deep in a depressive state with Grace dead.

ANYWAYS! Go drink some water, go have a snack, take a break, you deserve it so much, I'm so proud of you for getting this far!! ❤️❤️

(The nickname 'Graceless' came from my friend Shae and her friend on Insta 💕💕)

#mcu #tfatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sarah wilson #captain america #marvel #marvel universe #an excerpt from a fic i'll probably never write/finish #this isn't even in the time i want to start writing it #i want to start the fic with both Grace and Sasha alive and well and hopelessly in love #helping both sides and leaving notes with smiley faces at the end #i think it'd start in captain america: winter soldier and go from there #i also have a head cannon for them that Nick Fury invites them over for dinner once a week with his wife and 2 daughters #and another head cannon is that shuri and them are the greatest trio ever #I'VE BEEN IN THE FANDOM FOR 3 DAYS AND I HAVE A 7 PAGE OUTLINE OF THEIR CHARACTERS #BACKSTORIES #JOBS #RELATIONSHIPS WITH OTHER CHARACTERS #i have a problem #sambucky

[harrysgloves]

Let Your Hair Down (chapter xiv)

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word count: 1,638

story summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

chapter summary: Harry leaves and shit goes sideways.

warnings: language/abusive situations

a/n: This took a second to write. It was a bit tough for me. Hopefully you guys like it though. Please remember if you’re in a situation like this to not ignore it and reach out for help. xx

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It was finally Monday and your morning was going great. You managed to get up and get ready way before Thea needed to get up, giving you enough time to enjoy your cup of morning coffee in silence. That was until there was a knock on your door. You huffed, placing your cup on the table in front of you. You were going to give Harry a key if he kept interrupting your mornings with your beloved caffeine.

You fluffed your hair, checking it one last time in the mirror by your front door before throwing it open. A smile on your face as Harry stood there with his bags sitting beside him.

"Came to say bye before I got on the plane." He said right as your neighbor came out of their door, making you pull Harry inside before he got recognized and you ended up with people constantly bothering you.

You shut the door quickly, locking it. Harry gave you a puzzle look but you just shook your head at him, you'd been on edge since reading all of Ryan's messages the other day. You wouldn't leave your door unlocked even for a second.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him, nuzzling into his chest when his own arms enveloped around you. You were going to miss him, miss the mornings he walked you to work, especially now that you were worried about Ryan showing up. You still hadn't brought it up to anyone, hoping if you didn't respond to him he'd leave you alone.

"I'm going to miss you." You mumbled into his chest before he pulled you back by your shoulders to look at him. His eyebrows knitted together in concern, biting the inside of his cheek. You could see the worry written all over his face but you quickly leaned forward to kiss him, hoping he'd not ask you what was wrong. You didn't want him to spend his whole time in California paranoid about you.

You heard the small footsteps of your daughter rounding the corner. You pulled back from the kiss quickly, not wanting to explain that to her just yet. She smiled brightly the second she saw Harry running up and hugging his legs.

"Hey sunshine." He pulled back from you leaning down to Thea's level and giving her a proper hug. You stood back, watching them. They were so cute together.

"I'm going to miss you." Thea said burying her head in Harry's neck. Her hands clamped together behind his neck. He was rubbing her back when you heard the small sniffles coming from her. Slowly turning to full on sobs.

Harry's own eyes starting to tear up as he looked at you. You gave him a small sad smile, bending down to their level. You laid your hand on her back as you shushed her, trying your best to comfort her.

"Hey, I'll be back and y'goin' to get on a plane to come see me Friday after school." He pulled her back from his shoulder, her eyes puffy and red from her crying. He wiped away her tears telling her he'd call her everyday.

She just nodded before turning to cling onto you. Harry looked absolutely crushed as you stood up with Thea, holding her as she continued her sniffling.

"It'll be okay." You reached your hand out, rubbing Harry's arm. You didn't want him to feel bad for having to go. He sighed pushing the hair out of his face and hugged you both one last time.

"I'll see y'soon." He mumbled into your hair, his arms around both of you. You nodded your head stepping away from him so he didn't stay any longer and miss his flight.

"Bye." You and Thea said at the same time. Him shutting the door behind him and you two standing there already missing him. You had no idea how you were going to cheer up your crying kid. Debating if having him in your life was worth this every time he would have to leave.

"Pancakes?" You asked as Thea lifted her head off your shoulder. She slowly nodded, not saying anything still. You gave her a kiss on the forehead before putting her down. Pancakes definitely solved all your problems.

"Go get ready for school and I'll make you some." She nodded again, dragging herself out of the foyer and to her room. You stood there staring after her, your heart breaking. You hated seeing her like this.

It only took two pancakes and a very unsettling amount of syrup before Thea perked right back up. Her hand in yours as you walked her to her school. Her smile back on her face and her bounce back in her step as she told you about all the things she loved about school.

"After the playground we get to color." Her hand swinging yours back and forth as you both walked.

"I'll draw Harry a picture. Then when I see him again I'll give it to him so he doesn't miss us when he's gone." You smiled down to her, biting your lip, she was such a sweetheart.

"That's a good idea." You agreed as you two approached the school. You made her go over your rules with you before she took off for the front door. Waving after her as you watched her walk in the front door.

You sighed as you made your way alone to work. You hated it. Maybe it was the fact Ryan hadn't left you alone all weekend, constantly texting you and calling, or just the fact you hadn't really had to walk alone with Harry almost always being with you. Either way you felt uncomfortable.

You tried your best to get your anxiety out of your head as you approached your work. You needed to get into work mode before you walked in there with your mind all clouded by worries. You weren't paying any attention to your surroundings when you felt the hand on your arm.

You instantly froze in fear, heart sinking, you didn't have to turn around to know who it was. You looked around to see if people were around you in case this got ugly. Luckily, it was morning and people were flooded in the street, a few stopping to look at you two.

"Let go of me." You said not turning around. A lump in your throat, all sense of confidence draining from your body.

"Not til you talk to me." He pulled your arm, turning you around to look at him. Your eyes instantly locking on the ones you used to love so much but were now dead and cold as they stared you down.

"I don't owe you shit Ryan." You sneered ripping your wrist out of his grasp, skin burning as his nails dragged across it.

"You're my fucking wife and your out whoring around with Harry." He stepped closer to you, making you step back. He was much taller than you and definitely stronger.

"Ex-wife." You clarified, turning your head to see if anyone was seeing this. Your heart dropping when you saw someone's phone out. The last thing you needed was this splashed all over the internet.

"He's my friend Y/N and you're fucking him." The volume of his voice made you cringe. His face red from how angry he was. If you were smart you would have shut up right then but you hated the way he made you feel, you hated him.

"Yeah I am. Better than you too if you cared to know." You scoffed arms crossed over your chest. Fuck him and him thinking he could still control you.

"You think you're so cute being a slut." He gritted his teeth, jaw twitching when his hand gripped your arm again. His fingers digging into your flesh causing you to flinch. Trying to jerk away from him but he forced you to stay in place.

Your heart rate picked up as you stared at him. He looked crazy, his blue eyes wide with anger. His once beautiful features twisted in pure hatred. You regretted provoking him and just wanted to get the fuck away from him.

"Hey." You heard from behind you, thanking the universe for something good happening for once. His grip on your arm loosened as you heard the footsteps from behind you get closer.

"This isn't over." He spoke slowly before turning around and taking off down the street. You were finally able to breath again when you looked up to see your manager come up and wrap his arm around you.

"Let's get you inside." He said quietly, pulling you in the front doors as you willed yourself to not end up in tears as you nodded your head.

You sucked in a deep breath as he helped you make your way to your office. You were shaking like a leaf but wanted so badly to just forget that ever happened. You sighed as you finally reached your chair, brushing your hair out of your face and finally catching the bruises already forming on your wrist.

"Can we just never talk about that again?" You asked, eyes refusing to meet his as you stared a hole into the floor. Blinking away a few tears.

"You shouldn't ignore that Y/N." Mack pulled up a chair beside you. His hands resting on his legs but leaning close to you.

"No it's fine. I can handle it." You shook your head but finally looked up and gave him a small smile. You could tell he didn't believe you, concern written all over his face. He started to argue with you but you quickly cut him off. Not needing the extra problems in your life right now.

"I'll tell you if it gets worse. Promise."

#Harry Styles #Harry #Harry Styles x Reader #Harry Styles x You #Harry Styles x Y/N #Harry Styles Fanfic #Harry Styles Fanfiction #Fanfic #Fanfiction #writing #mine #LYHD

[thechosenburrito]

Intro to Love: 1.4-Thanks for Ghosting Me

Word Count: 1,581

Description:

Xochi and Carson are on their way to study when they’re rudely interrupted.

Author’s Note:

Almost done with Chapter 1!  Maybe I’ll be done tonight!

Previous Chapter: 1.3-I Can See Right Through You

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It's hard to sleep when you feel like shit.  That's why I only slept for 30 minutes after my little episode the night before.  The clock read 7 o'clock which came as a shock to me as I usually only see it followed by a "pm".  I stayed in bed for a couple of hours, scrolling through an endless stream of nothing on my phone.

My stomach growled out of nowhere.  I smiled a bit when it wasn't immediately followed by nausea.  I got up and pulled a cold slice of pizza from the fridge.  I was able to finish a small slice and figured I could use this time to take an extra-long shower.

It was nice to shower some of the sadness away.   But, when I got out, my eyes were still puffy and had dark circles under them.  This wasn't unusual for a college student.  However, I generally try to present myself as someone who didn't have a mental breakdown the night before.  I dried my hair in front of the mirror in my room.  Drying my thick dark hair required using my blow-dryer on the maximum setting, which isn't optimal for dorms with paper walls.  My true hair revealed itself.  It was wavy in strange places and I had a sort of cowlick in the front.  I plugged in a flat iron to tame the crazy mess.  

I touched the dark bags under my eyes.  I considered putting concealer over them, then on the red marks on the side of my nose, and maybe followed by the weird freckle on my right cheek.  At that point, I didn't really feel like doing make-up anymore.  I looked closely at my eyebrows.  A bit over-grown, but thick brows were in.  I think? Oh well.  I toweled off and pulled on a tank top and hoodie ( Of course with proper supportive garments underneath).  I pulled on a pair of jeans and slipped on my black canvas sneakers.  The iron was finally hot enough and I got to work on my hair.  I've done this a million times, which made it the perfect time to let all my stupid thoughts out.

What if they made really tiny curling irons for eyelashes?  Actually, I don't want that THAT close to my vulnerable eyeball.

Am I strong enough to stand on the tips of my toes in these shoes?

Of course, I put the iron down and tried it out.

"Ow."

Not yet.  Next time for sure.

Should I become a beanie person?  Are beanies secretly my thing?

I pressed my hair to my head and imagined a beanie there.

Nope.  My head is a weird shape.  Guess I can't go bald either.

I finished up my hair and unplugged the iron.  I still had a couple of hours to kill and an orange soda from the vending machine down the hall was calling my name. I grabbed my room keys and wallet and headed down the hallway.  I passed a few early risers on the way.  Do people actually wake up this early? For fun?  I kept scrolling through my phone to avoid eye contact.  I wasn't really feeling the whole 'interaction' thing.  At some point, I realized I was scrolling and not even looking at anything.  Not my best moment.  A sponsored post caught my eye and made me audibly groan.

God, another ad for a Team StrikeForce! (TM).

"Even Superheroes need clean teeth!  Use StrikeForce SuperClean Toothpaste to fight back against plaque!"

StrikeForce was essentially a government-backed superhero team.  They purposely sought out conventionally attractive people with the most vanilla powers ever to represent the "ideal striker".  And they made sure to throw in some token minorities.  You had a strong girl, a flying man, someone that blasted fire from their hands,  and some other generic power. Speed maybe?  Telekinesis?  I did my best to avoid any media with them in it. They were essentially glorified cops who spouted government-approved messages like "It's cool to protect your chip from harm so keep yourself and others safe!  " and "Remember: Public use of powers is against the law!  Only teams like StrikeForce are allowed so everyone can be safe!". Right after the lightning storm, they actually did some important things like stopping individuals who abused their powers.  But, once people realized they could get away with more crimes by keeping on the down-low,  the StrikeForce lost their bite and became the government puppets on kids' backpacks we all knew and loved.

I sighed a bit.  Being critical was too tiring.  I quickly realized that I was going to crash. I didn't expect my sleep debt to catch up to me so quickly. I started getting everything to make coffee but hesitated at the thought of drinking something caffeinated after last night.  

I'll make a cup of tea first.  That'll cancel out the caffeine.

Yes, that's exactly how biology works.

I put on water to heat up and chugged an iced coffee from the fridge while it brewed.  Chasing ice cold coffee with nearly-boiling tea made my insides feel like an absolute mess of clashing temperatures.  

Phone buzzed.

(C) I forgot there's a staff meeting in the study room today.  Wanna go to the library instead?

I paused a moment before replying.

(X) Yeah that works.  I'm good to leave whenever you are

(C) Cool, I'll be downstairs in 5

(X) ok see you then

I threw all my supplies in my backpack, grabbed my keys, and started making my way to the dorm lobby.

I saw Carson chatting with someone at the front desk and laughing.  I'd seen the guy at the front desk a million times and barely made eye contact, except the time I got locked out of my room and was forced to talk to him.

I slowed down my pace and stared at my phone as if I didn't notice before taking a breath and walking up to him.

I struggled to plaster on a normal-looking smile.

"Hey! Ready to get going?" I asked, too cheerily.

"Yeah, just-"

A phone alert when off on all three of our phones.

"MISSING: 20 YR OLD FEMALE, 150 LBS., 5'6", STRIKER, LAST SEEN IN PURPLE SWEATER ON JUAREZ ST 9 AM. SEE LOCAL MEDIA."

My breath caught in my throat.

"Oh no.." I whispered.

"Wow," said Carson. "Juarez Street isn't even that far from here.  Do you think she was a student?"

I shrugged.  The guy at the desks scoffed.

"How do I turn these off? I hate the sound of those dumb ass alerts going off all the time," he said in a huff.

It was Carson's turn to shrug.  He pulled on this backpack.

"Ok, we should get going.  Let's be careful though.  We don't wanna get snatched up!" he said with a laugh.

I smiled and we headed out the door.  We walked for a bit in awkward silence before Carson casually broke it.

"So why did they have to put that the girl was a Striker? Doesn't exactly help identify her," he asked.

"Probably to make sure no one ever looks for her,"  I sighed.

"Really?" he responded innocently.

"Uh no. Ha, not really. I was just making a joke about how people don't tend to like Strikers," I tried to keep from stumbling over my words. "A lot of the time, when they find..uh...a body... they check to see if they're a Striker to help identify them."

We stopped at an intersection.  I decided to let Carson cross first, thinking they wouldn't try to hit me if they saw him first, even though there was only one car quite a bit away.

"Oh yeah.  That actually makes sense since they have..." he rubbed his shoulder "..those chip things.  Do you think it hurts?"

"I don't..." I heard the sound of a car speeding up.  I turned only to be met with the unmarked marked white van only 10 feet away from us.

I didn't have time to scream.  I lunged at Carson, praying that I'd grab onto him in time.  As soon as I got my hands on him, I did my best to think permeable thoughts.  

I watched the bumper pass right through us.  For a split second, I could see into the interior of the van.  The driver was wearing a bandana over his face and sunglasses, but even with both of those, you could tell he was sure that he turned me to roadkill.  I caught a brief glimpse of the back of the van.  I could make out a dark hunched figure and maybe some rope, but it was all going too fast.

We both hit the ground hard.  I was pretty grateful that I landed on a person and not the asphalt.  I rolled off him and tried to catch the breath that got knocked out of me.   It immediately occurred to me that we were both still in street, and I started helping Carson onto the curb.  His arms had some scrapes on his arms and a couple of holes in his T-Shirt, but otherwise, he didn't look too bad.  We collapsed onto the curb.

"Holy shit.  We got lucky." I managed between breaths.

I turned to him, but his face wore an expression of shock rather than relief.

"No.  That was beyond luck.  We should be dead." he said darkly.

He turned to look at me so quickly, I shot right up.

"How did you do that?"

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Next Chapter: 1.5-The Good, The Bad, and The Unmasked

a/n:

I can’t think of anything clever to put here but you should totally send me asks and stuff

#original writing #intro to love

[barcaavengers]

Warriors || Peter Parker Imagine || Pt. 2

Note: And after so long here we have Part 2! Thank you to all the supported the first part and I hope this meets your expectations after the long wait. I might make a part 3, winging it mostly after all the fiasco Sony and Marvel have with our friendly neighborhood spiderman. Special tags for these two who commented on the first part: @secretwilliams & @editsbyjenny

Your head was spinning and every time you thought of it, the pain just rushed harder. Even opening your eyes, or trying, hurt, and your ears were filled with the constant buzz of the frequencies that the drones emitted. You remember the fight with Mysterio, remember he mentioned that a virus from a tech could hurt you if you tapped into it, could this be it? Did you catch a virus from one of those things? Most likely. What have knocked you unconscious could have been a drone, it was the most reasonable explanation. A second attempt to open your eyes and you manage to get them open with a small whimper, your vision was foggy, you couldn't make out the image in front of you. At the distance you could hear a conversation but couldn't figure out who or what was it about and the small effort you made had sent a jolt of pain straight to your head, like electricity. You figured it was best to lay still and wait for your body to get back to normal, if it could.

"Where's Parker?" You could distinguish yet you couldn't understand clearly the voice as the buzzing continued ringing in your ears.

"I don't know. He should have been around by now." Another voice said and you were hit with another pain, but this one was on your heart as you remember Peter being hit by a train. If nobody has found him…

"He wouldn't leave her by herself unless he went to get help."

"He would've taken her."

You stir on your spot, your vision slowly becoming clear and you see the two figures before you, Fury and Happy. "Y/N?" Happy asks and moves quickly to your side. "Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

"Where is Parker?" Fury asks and Happy turns to glare at him.

"He…" you start, but the lump on your throat goes at the mere chance of Peter being dead, or hurt at some place where he doesn't know anyone. Your eyes get teary and Happy places a comforting hand on yours. "He was hit by a train…" you manage to say.

"What?" Happy asks with wide eyes, worry quickly taking over his expression.

"Mysterio" you begin, "He tricked him, and next thing I see is the train hitting Peter" your tears roll down your cheek and Happy quickly wipes it away. Fury stays neutral, not sure of what to say.

"We have to find him. I'll start a search party" its all he says.

"How are you feeling?" Happy asks and smiles softly at him.

"I've been much better" you sit up, Happy helping you. "There's a buzzing in my ears and my head hurts, but I'll live...It should go away soon."

"Here, take these. If it is a headache it should make it go away" he says as he reaches on a top shelf and gives you a small, white pill. He walks away and you can take a better look of your surroundings. Looks like you were at a jet...then it hit you. Tony's jet. Another piece of heart gets broken.

"We need to find Peter. Happy, if he-"

"We will find him" he says as he approaches you with a bottle of water and the pill. "Rest for now."

"Thank you" you mutter as you take the pill and when you do you lay back down and close your eyes.

"Peter?" You hear a while after and you sit up quickly to find Happy on the phone and he turns to look at you and makes you a calm gesture with his hand. "Where are you?" He asks and makes a face, "Where?" He asks again. "Wait hold on" he says and puts the phone on speaker and walks to a microphone and you hear another voice say a strange name. "Got it." Happy says and hangs up.

"Oh my God, is he okay?" You ask quickly.

"He sounded okay to me. We are going to pick him up in the Netherlands." Your eyes widen and move to the front part of the jet with Happy as he takes off.

After two hours, you make it to a field of Tulips and you can make Peter's figure limping through it. Happy lands the jet and you are quick to stand and open the door. "Peter!" You shout and run down the stairs.

"Y/N!? Is that you?!" He asks as he stops in his tracks. "Happy!"

"It's me. It's me." You rush to him and his hands are held in front of him and you freeze.

"Wait! Tell me something only you would know."

"I-Uh...Remember when we stayed at the Stark Tower before going to Berlin to fight Cap? I walked into your room and you were taking your towel off so I-"

"Stop! Stop!" Peter said quickly.

"Wait, you saw Peter naked? Did Tony know about that?" Happy asks but you were already wrapping your arms tightly around Peter.

"I thought I lost you" you breathe into his neck as you let tears fall.

"I thought I lost you too" he whispers as he holds you close. "Are you okay?"

"I am...What about you though?"

"My back hurts a lot…" he mutters and you pull away before stepping back, Peter rushes to Happy and hugs him tight. "I'm so happy to see you," he mutters and you frown.

"Let's get you inside" Happy says and you both walk in first.

Happy starts stitching Peter on a wound he had on his back while you sat by him and wiped away the blood and cleaned the wound. "Ow…" was all you could hear through the jet echoing.

"Stay still…" you mutter.

"Just stay calm" Happy says and Peter stands up abruptly.

"No! Don't ask me to calm down! I messed up!" He says. "I give him Mr. Stark's project, he is about to kill my friends! Everyone is asking me to be the next Tony Stark but I can't live up to that!" He snapped as he sits and runs a hand through his hair, his eyes puffy and red, the red on his nose bright. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you guys.."

"It's okay kid" Happy waves off. "Nobody can live up to Tony, not even Tony" he says, in that tone that it was going to teach you a lesson. And just the mention of Tony had you dropping your gaze. "Tony was my best friend, and he was a mess. He second guessed everything he did. He was all over the place. The one thing that he did that he didn’t second guess was picking you two. I don’t think Tony would’ve done what he did if he didn’t know that you were going to be here after he was gone" he says to Peter. "You two are kids, and you feel the weight of the world on you, because it is, but it's time to prove what you two can really do to protect everyone you care about," he continues. "You have to be your own person. You both have unique gifts that can take anyone down. You don't need Thor, or Falcon, or Captain Marvel, they are all unique because of what they can do, like you."

"We are not experienced in this, I'm barely figuring out the extent of my powers…"

"You think they were born experienced? They have all gone through some rough patches in their lives to get to where they are" Happy says and you frown. He was right. "You can both do this. Mess up all you want," he looks at Peter. "but just find a way to fix it like you only know how. Now," he moves forward in his chair, "What's the plan?"

Peter sniffles and stands up, "We are going to kick his ass."

"Yeah, but I mean now, you don't have a suit" Happy says and smirks.

"Oh…" Peter realizes.

Happy stands up and presses a button, making the back part of the jet to open a secret door that spins. You and Peter looked at each other with wide eyes before grinning. "I got you covered" Happy says with a grin. "You work on that, I'll take care of the music."

Peter and you rush to the revealed part of the jet, and the boy looked like he didn't know where to start because he was looking at the technology before him. "Uh...bring everything that you have for Spiderman" just there a couple of designs showed up and Peter started to scroll through them and muttering things.

"Don't forget the black I told you that looks good on you" you say as you stand right beside him and you rest your head on his shoulder. Just glad to have the kid back and that he was okay. He smiles and kisses your cheek briefly.

"I'll keep it in mind" he says playfully and you pat his side before turning to look at Happy who is smiling at the two of you.

"What?" You ask.

"Nothing" Happy shakes his head, still smiling, and maybe you thought that you two reminded him of Tony and Pepper, and cues the music. Back in Black comes in and you grin.

"Oooh I love Led Zeppelin!" Peter beams and you facepalm yourself and Happy chuckles.

"Why don't you make yourself a suit, Y/N?" Happy asks as he sits back down.

"I-I don't think I need one. I can't really protect my powers-"

"But you have to protect yourself" Peter jumps in and shrugs, "I can design it for you" he says with a grin.

" I guess we can try it out" you shrug and Peter grins like a little kid before turning to one of the techs to start selecting a model and the different features.

"Are you ready for this?" Peter asks you as he zips up the side of your new suit which was made out of a hard material of spandex and leather that hugged your body. Happy only let Peter help you when you were already half way through zipping it up, he wouldn't have let him see you half naked, it was the earlier mentioned and you saw how protective he was. If Tony had found out, he would probably not even be an Avenger because Tony would be so mad at him. Tony protected you like a daughter and you were happy about it because he got to practice his skills for when Morgan was born, and it felt great to have someone care for you so much like Tony did. Then there was Happy who also looked out for you and made sure you were okay. If it weren't for them and Pepper, you would've been broken with no motivation since your parents have gone with the Snap. They were back now, but you still lost Tony and that was something that was going to keep you on the edge always.

"Yeah" you mutter as Peter fixes the suit on your arm so it wasn't twisted up. "Are you?"

"No," he says and you both smirk. "but I got you with me. Hopefully that helmet will work and it will keep the frequencies from affecting you" he mentions. Peter had made a type of helmet that would come on and off by pressing a small button below your ear, getting the idea from Peter Quill's equipment. "Y/N," he pauses and reaches for your hand, his gaze looking down at it. "If anything goes wrong, I want you to turn back and save the others. I can't risk you getting hurt for a fight that I caused."

"I can't do that" you frown and take a step closer to him. "We are in this together. Spiderman and his sidekick. Always. If things get ugly, I'll be there. We are taking down Mysterio and his lies together" you voice and take a step closer to him. Peter pecks your lips and you smile softly before leaning in and pecking his lips. He smiles softly and rests his forehead against yours and leans in to give you a kiss, until Happy starts coughing uncontrollably on purpose.

"I'm sorry" he says as he finishes coughing and you smirk and raise an eyebrow at him. "Bad cough" he says and Peter drops his head as he chuckles, his cheeks tinted a light pink. "So what's the plan?"

"I'll be dropping from the jet so Mysterio can't see me coming with his drones. Y/N will be on the ground securing everyone to safety and you bring them up to the jet if you can."

"As soon as we have everyone I'll connect with one of the drones and make an opening for Peter as he drops inside, he will connect all the drones or as much as he can while I tap in and make them release electricity waves that will damage the other circuits and take them all with just one malfunction" you finish and Happy nods his head.

"Alright, let's do this" Happy claps and moves to the main cabin to take off.

"Come on, let's go!" You start ushering everyone from the London Bridge away, including your classmates who for them not to recognize you your helmet was on.

"It looks good" Ned says as he moves past you and you smirk. Happy was already landing the jet and you could see Peter's parachute getting right on top of the Wind Elemental. You crouch behind a car and close your eyes for a moment to follow the weakest frequency to tap into, your eyes open and you gaze at the projection as you concentrate. Grey, move, right, spin, emergency off...You tapped into that code and the frequency stopped.

"Spiderman now!" You say and Peter falls straight into the opening from above. "You got it?"

"Woah, this is awesome…" Peter voices. "I'm in, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. The others are out of the bridge" you mention. "Let me know when you establish the first two connections."

"On it" Peter says and you wait for him to shoot his webs at two or three drones to make them connect and you can do your process. "Done".

"Got it." For this new frequency your mind had to work harder because you were working with two drones. Your eyes close as the coding goes by, like a projection on your eyelids as you kept your eyes closed. Numbers, codes, colors, movements, that's what you saw as you worked with the connections. When you finally found a way to provoke a short circuit on one of the drones, you let it transmit to the other one, then another one and let it continue through the webs Peter connected.

"Its working!" Peter says. "I can see the drones."

"What!? That can't be I haven't finished connecting them."

"He turned them off maybe? Or bad service?"

"No, that doesn't feel right…" you frown and just then you are being shot at. "Find Mysterio! I'll try to take those drones down with each other." You say and quickly move to another car, then another one. You lay your back against one of the cars and close your eyes again, you run through every code and you find one that could help you, that way is that you set up two different drones to shoot at each other. Good. You look up and see Peter holding onto one of them, shooting his webs to another one before he flips them and they hit the side of the bridge destroying them.

"Don't these things have a self destruct code or something!?" Peter asks as he flings around and avoiding drone attacks, except that he is afterwards hit by a car.

"Peter!" You scream out at the sight before you.

"I'm okay!" You hear him cough up.

"The only way is through those glasses. We need to find him. He can't be that far…" you say. You have more drones go against others and they blow up. You didn't know how many drones have to be taken down to finish this, you just knew they kept coming and it felt like it would never end.

"I see him. Path on the bridge, I'm going in" Peter says and you see him jump away.

"I'll try to hack into the system and power them off...It can take some time but I can make it…"

"Y/N, you tried to do that last time with one and it got you unconscious. Remember what he said, he could've hidden malware…"

"I need to try…" you say with a frown. You had to dig deeper into the codes to accomplish that. First of all, you needed somewhere safe. "Can you get them off my tail for a sec? I need to find a good cover" you press into the earpiece.

"On it!" The boy on the other end confirms and the drones move towards the moves of Peter. You take the chance to run down the bridge and stop by a car almost at the end of it. Tinted windows, so the drones won't be able to find you unless they have infrared systems which at this point you wouldn't be surprised if they did. "Better?"

"Yes" you assure him. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. I'll go to Mysterio now."

You throw the seat back, still able to see a couple of drones which would be enough and they were at a close distance to at least initiate the scanning of profiles. You don't close your eyes this time. You focus on one of them and the codes start running before your eyes like visions. Numbers and words passing unbelievably fast and yet you are unable to find something. Your head was starting to spin and you could feel that wave of pain rushing in. When you do get to a good coding, you set it off and only a few drones drop their aim and you consider it a progress, but it wasn't enough.

"I found him…" Peter says, breathing heavily.

"I'm on my way" you activate the same coding to another set, the other closest to you. That should buy you some time to get to Peter, so you start running.

Just when you are approaching them, you hear the several guns from the other end. You stop in your tracks yet dodge when Peter starts taking the last drones out. Mysterio is at the other end shouting something while Peter held one of the drones as a shield. You glare at Mysterio and focus on his blood, making it warm slowly. Peter dodges a few more drones and Mysterio loses focus with your powers taking effect and he takes a hit, sending him to the floor, but there was something...You hear another cough, but it wasn't coming from Mysterio nor Peter because they are talking to each other as you close in on them. You close your eyes and you can hear it faintly, the soft frequencies working which meant that close by there was an illusion. Just then, when you open your eyes and about to warn Peter, he is reacting quickly and is catching Mysterhim io's hand, and that's when it came to your sight the form of holding a gun that was fired and had shattered the glass besides Peter, and you are quickly raising your hand, fingers closing in as you send blood up to Mysterio's throat making him choke.

"You can't fool me anymore" Peter says.

"You can't fool us" you keep your fingers the same way, keeping the blood on Mysterio's throat. "If you ever, try something like this...If you survive…" it started as a warning, an unfinished one and you look down to his wounds, blood flowing faster now through them.

"Execute them...Execute them all…" Peter says, cancelling all attacks from the drones, and just then they retract. "Thank you." You hear Peter's sigh of relief and you smiled softly at him as he turns to look at you.

"Why did you do this? We trusted you!" You yell.

"I'm sor- I'm sorry Peter...People need something to believe in...they believe in anything...in anything they see…" there is a pause and all of a sudden it feels like you can't keep controlling his blood from flowing.

"Is he…?" Peter asks EDITH and there is a pause before he nods his head.

"Are you okay?" You ask as you drop your hand as you approach Peter only to bring them up to cup his face.

"I'm okay...I'm okay…" he says as he brushes the hair out of your face. You wipe some of his blood with your sleeve and he brings you in for a hug. "Are you?" His hand brushes a fresh blood stain on your suit which you managed to heal with your power, but it would still need some treatment.

"I am now…" you say and you rest your forehead against his and both of your eyes close. "It's over…"

"It is…" he breathes out and he pulls away. "Let's go back home…"

"If you come into my room one more time without even making a sound I'll make blood come out of your nose next time you are giving an important presentation at school" you say as you keep your back to Peter who had swung into your room by the window.

"Wouldn't be the first time that it happened" he teases as he gets close to you. "And you knew I was coming" he says and you turn around, his hand shakely place on your hips and you can't help but grin.

"You alright?" You ask as you place a hand on his cheek, him removing the mask from his suit.

"Yeah, why?" His voice shakes and you giggle.

"You are shaking" you tease before pressing yourself closer to him. "Relax" you say.

"I-I am. I'm really super relaxed. You have-" you press your lips against his and he lets out his breath through his nostrils, like if he was holding back. His fingers tightened slightly on your clothes and you smile into the kiss. He is slow kissing you, as if to make sure he is doing it right, your fingers run through the hair on the back of his neck, tugging at it softly before pulling away. "I'm sorry, did I-?"

"No. It was great" you smile. "But you owe me" you nudge him and he jumps on his feet and claps his hands.

"Ready?" He asks and his mask comes on.

"Where are you taking me?" You ask as you two walk to the window, him stepping out first and sticking to the wall.

"Times Square from above?" He asks and you can hear the smile behind his mask.

You grin and take his hand before he shoots his web and he is pulling you with him. The feeling of moving so fast through the air making you squeak and hold onto him for dear life as he made his way around. He is reaching the spot the New Year's ball drops and you stand there holding onto him. "Wow."

"Are you okay?" He asks while chuckling and you swat his shoulder.

"Yeah" you giggle as he holds you closer. "Not used to all the swinging but I think I'm alright…"

"You will get used to it" he teases.

"Planning to take me places swinging or will you take me walking at least once on our dates?"

"Why walk or drive when you can swing places and get faster?" You both laugh and he removes the mask briefly and presses a soft kiss on your lips. You nip on his bottom lip and he smiles which you reciprocate.

"Would it be too much trouble if I ask you to put me on the ground? Go change and meet me here so we can get something to eat. I don't want to be seen with Spiderman so openly."

"Trying to keep us a secret?" He asks as he puts the mask back on."

"No, but if everyone sees me with you then I can't be seen kissing Peter Parker because they will put two and two together."

"Good point" he is nodding his head before bringing you close and shooting his web lower so he can place you on top of the stairs of Times Square. "I'll see you in ten, okay? Stay here" he says and You nod your head. Just when he is turning to leave, the screens show in big letters the words 'Breaking News', making Peter stay.

"We have footage of Mysterio's last minutes before his death revealing some shocking information" the man of the news say and Peter looks at you and even if you can't see his face you know he is as confused as he is. What could Mysterio have revealed before his death? What did he have? He didn't say anything revealing in his last minutes when you were all at the bridge...

"This is Mysterio. Spiderman and his sidekick BloodTech..."

"BloodTech? Nice. He gave me a name."

"Has a nice ring to it." Peter says and you both shrug.

"They attacked me for no reason while I was fighting the Elemental…" Mysterio says and the scene shifts to one that only reveals your legs and Peter's. "If you ever, try something like this...If you survive…" your voice says and Mysterio is heard choking. "Execute them...Execute them all…" Peter's voice rings and you see what Mysterio did. He made you look like villains who stopped him from stopping the Elementals... "You need to know the truth...Spiderman and BloodTech are…" the scene cuts to black and you realize you were holding your breath until the scene cuts and you sigh in relief. You can hear the voices, the whispers...Everyone considered you both a villain when it wasn't true.

"Well that was close…" Peter says as he sighs as well.

"Spiderman and BloodTech are Peter Parker and Y/N!" And there it is. The moment you realized there was no turning back. There was a picture of you two, side by side.

"Son of a-" you start and you hear Peter screaming a 'What the f-' but he stops when everyone is turning to the two of you. The eyes that once looked at Spiderman as a hero were now judging and glaring. Peter picks you up quickly and shoots his web to another building, and another one.

"That bitch!" You scream. Why did he have to ruin your identity like that!? It was enough to say your made up superheroes name, why go so personal? He really messed it up. "Peter, take us home" you say when you notice the boy shooting randomly at buildings, not knowing where to go. But now that you think of it? Neither did you. School people, everyone, knew where Peter lived, he was the friendly neighbor. What place was safe to think your next moves when everyone knows who you are and consider you the bad guy? Your place was an option, not many people knew where you lived and even though it would take minutes to someone say it, it would give you some time to think things through.

Without saying a word, Peter was already swinging you both to the buildings close to your house and he lets you down slowly before taking off the mask. You are quick to open the door and shut it close right after him. "This is bad. This is so bad!"

"I'm not sure if you mean the fact that they know who you are, who we both are, or that everyone know thinks of us like a villain" you say but you knew which one was the worst.

"Is there anyway to show the real footage?"

"I don't know, but not knowing where his headquarters are and with him now dead...I don't know many options."

"Right…" he says with a frown. "If anything they should be back in London…"

"Exactly, besides, what's done its done. If we show people another version they will think we are doing it to prove ourselves innocent...Which is not wrong but they will think we manipulated the new footage…" you walk to your couch and sit down, head between your hands as you try to think.

"People will come for our heads. They think we killed Mysterio when it was the way around! He tried to kill us!"

"Hold on…Do you think MJ still has that piece of the drone you tore apart?" You ask as you get an idea.

"I don't know but if so I don't know how she got it through the TSA of the airport."

"Call her and see if she has it. Maybe with that we can find a way to show Mysterio's illusions…" and that's when you hear the sirens coming closer to your apartment. "We need to do it fast...We have to move…"

"Will we ever get a break for just the two of us?" He stomps his feet and whines, throwing his head back and you know it was a bad timing, terrible actually, but you cup his face between your hands.

"We will be runaways now, we will have to stick with each other in hiding for a while until we figure this out" you say and pecked his lips which he sighs, placing a hand on your waist.

"This is like being on Cap's side in Berlin and now we are the ones running."

"We will figure it out…" you say with a soft smile, hoping it would reassure him and in a way to reassure yourself. You two couldn't go to prison. Not at this age, not for this reason, you were both innocent.

"Let's go." Peter pecks your lips again and you two walk out the door and as police cars get closer, Peter is shooting his web up high and taking you with him. Where? You weren't sure if it was to MJ's house or somewhere to think things clearly, but you both had to think of something to prove you both innocent. Fast.

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[winchesterprincessbride]

Whatever It Takes-Part 11-The End of the Road

Part 1 (all linked)            My Masterlist

****Warning-some scary pregnancy stuff ahead-FYI******

A/N: HELPP Syndrome is a real thing. It presents like the flu but is a rare form of pre-eclampsia. My cousin almost died delivering her son because of it. Some of the stuff that happens here is based on her experience. Turner-Singer Syndrome I totally made up.

7 months later

“I miss coffee so much,” I said morosely as I watched Terri lift the steaming mug to her lips.

“Want a sip?” She asked, holding the cup out to me. I was tempted but shook my head no.

“I can’t. Caffeine’s bad for the baby, and my stomach has been weird the past few days.” I told my sister as I sipped my decaf peppermint tea.

“How do you feel otherwise?” Terri asked, eyeing me critically.  “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’ve officially developed cankles, Sis.”

“I know! I am so puffy my fingers look like sausages.  If I keep this up, Dean can just roll me to the hospital when it’s time to have the baby!” I said with a grimace.

“So has Dean calmed down any? You are at the doctor’s every other minute.  Is he still not letting you do anything?”

“He’s finally settled down, thank god! He was driving me crazy! But the shop has been insane this week, and he has three guys out with the flu, so he’s had to put in a ton of extra hours.”

I loved my mate, but ever since we had decided to go ahead with this pregnancy, he was hovering like a mother hen.  Dean was resistant at first, his fear of losing me making the option of terminating the pregnancy seem like a safer bet. But from the moment I knew I was pregnant, I knew I was having this baby.

There were many times we fought, and we each were determined to have the other see our point of view.  I couldn’t explain to him adequately how I knew everything was going to be okay, I just did.

After weeks of him not letting me lift anything heavier than a coffee cup, I finally lost it and went nuclear on him when he grabbed a basket of laundry out of my arms and we had an impromptu tugging match for it.

“Gimme it NOW, Omega!” He snapped in that authoritative voice of his.

I pulled harder.  “No, You gimme. I’m pregnant, Dean, not disabled! You have to give me some breathing room before I strangle you in your sleep!”

Terri giggled at the image of me and Dean playing tug-of-war over a basket of laundry.  “He’s gonna be a great daddy once he settles down.”

“And treats me like the queen I am, you mean?” I said with a snort.

Terri rolled her eyes.  “He’s just scared, Y/N.  He loves you so much. The thought of losing you or the baby, I know it keeps him up at night.”

“I know it does. But aside from being dead tired, and swollen as a beach ball, I am fine.  Everyone just needs to relax.” I told my sister firmly.

“Terri says you are gonna be a great daddy,” I told Dean as I ran my fingers through his hair while we snuggled on the couch.

“Keep doing that,”  Dean whispered, almost purring in contentment.   I suddenly grunted in pain, and Dean immediately went into high alert. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Talk to me!”

“I’m fine. My stomach has been hurting lately. I mentioned it to the doctor, and she said it’s just that the baby is running out of room in there.  Everything looked okay last time. My blood pressure was a little high, but she’s going to recheck it Wednesday.” I rubbed my belly to try to ease the pain.

Dean eyes me suspiciously. “Is there anything I can do?”

I shook my head. “I just can’t seem to get comfortable. I have a headache, and I’m all achy, so I think I’ll just go to bed.” I leaned over and kiss Dean goodnight.  I can tell by his frown that he’s not entirely convinced, but he let me go.

I woke up during the night to throw up, and Dean was ready to drive me to the ER then and there.

“I don’t need to go to the hospital!” I snapped, wiping my mouth. “I think I have the flu, you probably brought the germs home from the shop.”

Dean held my hair back as I threw up again. “Sorry, baby.  I’ve been practically bathing in Purell the past week. The last thing I wanted is for you to get sick. But half the shop has it. I can’t believe I haven’t gotten it yet.”

I sat up and leaned my back against the bathroom wall, cradling my stomach. “I guess I got it instead of you. Can you get me some water, please?”

He came back with a glass of water and helped me to my feet. “I think we should still give the doctor a call in the morning if you aren’t any better,” he insisted.

I fell back asleep, and the next morning I still felt crappy. My head still hurt, but I wasn’t throwing up anymore. I was sure it was the flu. I was seeing the doctor the next day, but I decided to give Dr. Sterns, my OB, a call anyway.  I was waiting for a callback from the nurse, and my headache was getting progressively worse.

When they finally called back, Dean answered and told them what was going on, and how he was pretty sure I had the flu. While he was on the phone, I threw up again.

“Okay, thanks. See you in a bit.” Dean said to the person on the phone.

“Okay, Y/N. Let’s get you cleaned up. The doctor wants to see you today. They said you can get dehydrated very quickly, so they want to take a look. Can you walk?” He asked gently.

I nodded. “Can you just get me a clean shirt? I think this one has barf on it.  And my shoes?”

He was back in record time with a clean shirt and shoes. I quickly slipped on my new shirt, and since I hadn’t seen my feet in forever, Dean had to put my shoes on for me.  “I can’t get them on, Y/N.  Your feet are too swollen.”

I sighed in frustration. “I think I have some flip-flops in the closet. Just grab them. Or I will go in socks. I don’t care right now, honestly.”

We had to pull over once on the way for me to throw up, and my head felt like it was about to split open.  When we arrived at the doctor’s office, they took one look at me and had Dean bring me right back to one of the exam rooms.

They wanted a urine sample, and I managed a little bit, but not very much. The nurse came in to take my blood pressure, and after she was done, she readjusted the cuff and did it again.  

“I’ll be right back.” She said quickly, disappearing out the door.

“Dean….trashcan….” was all I managed before I threw up again. Luckily for me, my Alpha has quick reflexes, and he got me the can in time.

The nurse came back in with the doctor in tow. She did none of her usual chitchat, she immediately took my blood pressure. Taking the stethoscope out of her ears, she finally spoke. “Do you have a headache, Y/N?”

“I’ve had one for the last two days. I feel like my head is going to explode.  Why what is going on?”

She reached down and squeezed my ankle and then my foot, without speaking. “Your blood pressure is 186/100. Your urine is full of protein. I’m admitting you. You are having this baby today!”

Dean’s face turned white as a sheet. “So it’s not the flu? Is this because of the Turner-Singer?”

“I don’t know, and we don’t have time to find out.”

The next few hours passed in a blur of fear and pain and doctors running in and out of my room in a steady stream. My liver was shutting down, and my blood pressure was so high they were afraid I was going to have a stroke, so natural childbirth was out, and they started prepping me for an emergency C-section. Terri had arrived and was as quiet as I had ever seen her.  She had gotten a hold of Sam, and he was on his way.

“Love you, Alpha,” I whispered, right before they came for me.

“I love you too, Omega.” He answered, and I saw him wipe a tear from his eye. Then they whisked me away, and we entered the cold operating room. My condition was so bad at this point that when they put me on the table, the anesthesiologist wouldn’t put me under until the doctor was ready to make the first cut.

“It’s a boy!” Someone said, and just as quickly another voice burst in “I can’t stop the bleeding! She’s hemorrhaging!

Dean was standing outside the door of the NICU trying to work up the courage to go inside and see his son. He’d been standing there for a while, but he just couldn’t seem to get his legs to move. One of the doctors who was in the operating room had just been examining the baby, and saw him through the door and came out.

“Can I help you with something, Mr. Winchester?” She asked politely.

“I know I should go see him, it’s just……” Dean told her, not finishing his sentence.

The doctor laid her hand on his shoulder. “It’s Dean, right?” He nodded. “Dean, your son is a fine, healthy boy. He’s just a bit small.  You need to go be with your Omega now.  She may not make it through the night.”

Dean turned and without another word took off running toward the OB floor.

EPILOGUE

I almost died giving birth to our Matthew, our little miracle. It turns out I had developed something called HELPP Syndrome. It’s a very rare complication of pregnancy where your blood doesn’t clot (Hemolysis), liver enzymes are ELevated, and Low Platelets. High blood pressure is also a symptom.

They don’t know if it was because of the Turner-Singer, but I was strongly advised against having any more children, so I took the hint and got my tubes tied.

Dean and I may have met in a very unconventional way, but in a lot of ways, he is very old-fashioned. He got down on one knee to ask me to marry him and insisted on a traditional wedding, and since my Dad is gone, my two-year-old son walked me down the aisle, and Terri was my Maid of Honor. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house.

So now we lead a pretty domestic life. We have a house, a kid, and a dog, and bills to pay, just like everyone else. But every time my heat hits, I ship my son off to my sisters and I wait for my Alpha to come through the door, just like he did that first time.

And then he enters, his green eyes already burning for me, and pulls me into his arms. “Damn you smell good.”  He growls as his lips meet mine.

 We’ve been through a lot, Dean and I, but I know I can count on him to be there, whatever it takes.

THE END

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[wayward-demons]

Cheater Cheater (Part 1)

Word Count: 2,491

Prompt: Anon: Hi!!!!!!! I am kind of new to this whole requesting thing, but I was wondering if you'd be up to writing one where the reader is dating Dean and finds out he has cheated on her multiple times and at first tries to stay with him and doesn't say anything, but later she sees him with the other girl and goes out, gets drunk then sleeps with another guy and Dean finds out? I'm so so sorry that it's so so long and I get it if you don't want to write it! Thank you!

Warnings/Notes: Don’t be sorry! I would love to write this! Okay, so Anon, I LOVE this idea. And I really wanted to capture as much of it as I could. So to do that I needed to make this into two parts. So I’m going to post part one right now, and part two as soon as I finish it (should just be later today because I don’t want this to linger.) Otherwise it was just too long and I didn’t want to do that you Y’all.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

You heard the soft beating on the door and your heart started to race. There was only one person who knocked like that. Only one person who had the strength to make the knock echo throughout the whole house. And even though it had been so long since you’d heard it, so long since you’d seen him, your heart racing was the only reasonable reaction.

Especially when Dean Winchester was on the other side of the door. Dean Freakin’ Winchester.

You opened the door quickly, and before you could even confirm that it was Dean, you threw yourself into his arms and let him catch you. Dean laughed, that deep laugh he always did when you greeted him like this and held you tighter.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be home. Don’t you normally work on Tuesdays?” Dean asked, finally prying himself away enough to see your face. He smiled down at you, fixing your hair while still holding you close.

You buried your face in his chest, letting Dean invade all of your senses now. “I do. But I took the day off today because I wasn’t feeling well.”

“You seem to be feeling fine.” You heard his voice through his chest and finally looked up at him. He could see it now. The little redness to your nose that told him you had been blowing it a lot. “Ah, I see. Well I didn’t mean to barge in on your day off. I just thought I’d stop by since I was in the neighborhood.”

“No please! Come on in!” You moved quickly, letting Dean enter your home. He shut the door behind him and followed you to your kitchen.

He looked around, as if he hadn’t been here many times before. “I love this place. Always feels so welcome and homey.” He said, running his hand along your bar.

You laughed, popping up from the fridge with two beers in hand. “You say that every time you come here.” You handed Dean his beer, and he took it without hesitation.

Dean sat down on a bar stool, his elbows resting on the counter as he looked up at you with those green eyes that just melted you. He hadn’t changed a bit since the last time you saw him. Same hard and beautiful eyes, same puffy lips that screamed for an invitation. He looked more at ease right now than the last time you had seen him, his shoulders more relaxed but still tense, as if he was ready for something to happen in this very instant.

“I mean it every time. I wish I could spend more time here.” His words melted your heart. He smiled, picking at the label suddenly embarrassed by what he had said. It wasn’t a lie, he only lied to you about his life, he had to protect you from that. It was the least he owed you. You were so pure, so innocent. He couldn’t imagine the face you would make when he told you what he really did. He couldn’t imagine how you would react if he had to. He was thankful that so far, nothing had happened to you.

Dean never stayed for more than a night. He’d often tried to stay for a day or two, but to no avail. “Why don’t you?” You asked, your voice low. You’d wanted him to stay longer. Long enough to get one of those long conversations in like you used to.

“You know I work a lot.” Dean admitted. Picking at the label on his beer. It wasn’t a lie, he worked a lot. Case after case, road trip after road trip. He’d leave Sam all alone in that hotel room waiting for his return. Sam never asked, Dean sort of just hoped that at this point Sam just knew where he was. But Dean could never be too sure about that. Since he never brought it up and wasn’t about to any time soon.

You were his little secret. His little get away from his reality. And you didn’t mind at all. The mystery of Dean was what drew you to him in the first place. How could you complain? A tall handsome man shows up at your doorstep and the rest is well, bliss.

“Well we should make the best of the time we have. What would you like for dinner?” You asked, leaning down on the counter. Dean couldn’t help but look at your chest, your low cut top revealing just what he wanted to see. You did this on purpose, you knew what it would do and you didn’t mind at all.

Dean licked his lips. “Anything you make will be better than what I’ve been having.”

You laughed. “Okay. Hungry now? Or hungry later?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

It didn’t take long for you and Dean to find yourselves in your room. Clothes falling around you as you both struggled to clear the boundaries between you. This, even though you hated admitting it, was another reason you couldn’t say no to Dean.

The heat of his skin against yours. The way his full lips pressed into yours and made your knees grow weak. His hands roaming your body, as if he forgot and needed to remember all over again. Every part of Dean drove you crazy, every part of him made you want more.

He lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist. You giggled, suddenly scared of your new found height. This didn’t stop Dean though, no this encouraged him. Your laughing, it drove him crazy. He never understood it. If anyone else were to laugh in this instance, or any other that were about to take place, he wouldn’t like it. But you, your little giggle, the way your chest bounced, and your face grew red, it made him crave more.

Dean’s lips found your neck, placing small and warm kisses against it as he walked forward. Dean didn’t forget this room. He knew, 5 steps forward and there would be your bed. The bed covered in pillows that he hated throwing on the floor. 4 steps to the right and there would be your dresser, a picture of you as a child laughing with your now dead mother would be watching him the whole time. God he hated that picture.

He lowered you on the bed, your back firmly pressing into your blankets. He never left you. His warm body pressing harder into yours. You could feel every muscle as he moved. Dean trailed kisses all over you, memorizing your skin for what seemed like the millionth time. And yet every time he did it you loved it more.

It was bliss, wonderful and amazing bliss. And you couldn’t ask for more.

Dean slept at your side, soft little snores coming from his barely open mouth. You watched as his chest rose and fell a few times. Counting his heart beat as he lay there. This was your favorite version of Dean. Not because he was sleeping, but because he seemed so open, so calm, so at ease. It was refreshing compared to his hard exterior, his act of being the tough guy all the time.

It didn’t take long for his phone to start buzzing, as it always did after he was here for so long. But he hadn’t heard it, he slept right through it. You rolled out of bed carefully and slowly. Grabbing at the first article of clothing you could find and slipping into it. You welcomed the scent of Dean as you lifted his shirt over your head.

You left the room as quietly as you could. Making your way down to the kitchen where you started to cook dinner.

Dean woke up alone, a blanket barely covering his naked body. He’d almost forgotten where he was, until he turned to his side and saw the picture of you as a kid. He couldn’t help but lay it down, it gave him the creeps. Mainly because he remembered that time, he may have been a kid also, but he never forgot the first time he met you. John couldn’t keep you two apart, you were like little love sick puppies even back then.

He sighed, getting out of the bed, and slipping into his jeans. He smiled, knowing that you were wearing his shirt, wherever you were. He searched for you, not that it took him too long; he could smell the wonder that was a home cooked meal the second he made his way into the hall way.

Dean watched you from the doorway, a smile on his lips as you walked around without knowing he was there. He could get used to this, used to real meals, used to you in the kitchen, used to you everywhere only wearing his shirt. He felt a twinge of pain, since he knew it never could happen. For so many reasons, so many things keeping him from this life.

He cleared his throat, and as you turned around, your face grew a shade of red that he had never seen before. “Oh, Y/N, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He raised his hands as he took a few steps towards you.

You tried to look away, but Dean was nearing you, his chest fully exposed for you to look at, and you did. “I just thought you’d still be sleeping.” You said, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a squeeze.

“Whatever you are making it smells awesome.” Dean peaked over your head at your cooking, anxious to see what it was he was going to eat. As if on cue, his stomach grumbled.

You laughed, and that familiar warmth deep inside Dean woke up again, “It’s almost ready. Take a seat.”

Dean did as he was told, taking a seat at the counter so he could watch. Dean felt the familiar pain again, the one to remind him not to get too comfortable. The one that let him know this was to “normal” for him. And yet he felt at ease here, he couldn’t help but want this for himself. Even if it could never happen.

“Here ya go!” You said, placing a plate of food in front of Dean. Dean’s mouth watered, his eyes widened, and once more his stomach grumbled. “Don’t wait, dig in.” You turned around, making your own plate before joining him.

Saying goodbye to Dean was always the hardest. You both would stand at the door, not ready for Dean to walk out just yet. He’d kiss you, not like he had earlier, no. This kiss was tender, full of something other than lust. But you didn’t know that.

Dean didn’t like this part either. He liked the comfort of your home. Liked the way he felt in here, liked the way he seemed to fit in with ease. So he held on to you for as long as he could. Holding you close, kissing you gently. Because he knew he could break you. He knew that one day he wouldn’t just “be in the neighborhood.” He lived a dangerous life, one where he never knew if it was his last day. So when he was with you he tried to savor the moments, tried to remember everything because he never knew when he’d get to do this again.

It’d become like a little dance now. One you both knew every move to. You’d walk to the door, fingers interlocked with one another. He’d pull you close, his fingers leaving your hand and finding themselves tangled in your hair. He’d hold you there, but it never seemed like long enough, you never got enough of him no matter how long he was here.

“I have to go now.” He’d say, but he’d kiss you once more. Lips needing one last taste of you. “I mean it.” He’d add, but he’d squeeze you tighter in his arms. “Okay last kiss, and then I really have to go.” So, he’d kiss you, long and slow. He’d memorize your lips, your taste and the way your body melted into him.

And then he’d leave. Just like that. Out the door he would go, and all you’d have is the low rumble of his car as it drove down the street.

Dean had left in such a rush that he hadn’t noticed he left his phone, but there it sat in all its glory next to his empty plate of food. He’d practically licked the plate clean and set it back down. Because afterward he all but ran out of the place, asking you for his shirt and meeting you at the door.

You’d never felt the need to go through Dean’s things. Dean led his life the way he wanted, and you didn’t question it ever. So when you were scrolling through his contacts, hoping to find someone that you could call to return Dean’s phone to him, it hurt to see some of his contacts.

So many girls names, so many vague things like ‘girl from the bar’ or ‘girl with the long brown hair.’

The pain in your chest was almost unbearable. And yet your hands kept searching the device. You found your way to his texts, to his calls, to anything and everything and only stopped when you had seen all you could. It wasn’t once, it wasn’t a one and done. No. Dean Winchester was cheating, had been cheating, and was on his way to someone else right now.

You ached, you felt sick. Suddenly everything was slowed. You fell to the floor, his phone still locked in your hand. You didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know what to think. All you knew was the last text message, sent only a few moments ago, was to another girl, a ‘met at the bar last night’ and that Dean had told her once he could get away, he’d be on his way to see her; with a winky face.

You didn’t expect Dean to be a saint, you knew who he was after all. But this hurt. More than you wanted it too. You loved Dean, you knew it was crazy. This man, who only came around every so often, he drove you crazy. There wasn’t any other way to describe it.

You could put this behind you, even if it felt like it was breaking you, slowly making you crumble from the inside. Dean had to have an explanation, something that would or could put your mind at ease. This wasn’t your Dean, your Dean talked about staying, about how happy his life would be with you. Your Dean wouldn’t ever do this. Your Dean was a kid again, carving his name into a tree with yours. Your Dean was promises that he would always come around when you needed him, even if you thought you didn’t.

(Part 2)

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