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strawberrymilkgeorge · 3 years

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Part Seven. Cooties, Discall, and Flirting

warnings: swearing, also I used the word “flirt” so many times it no longer holds meaning so beware word count: 4k

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A/N: putting it up here this time!!!! i liked this chap so i hope you do too!!!!! if you didn’t see the missing dms from part 3 (which are now actually in part 3), bugsy agreed to a minecraft date with dream in exchange for karl touring her on his smp!! anyway, enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The frosty air bit at Y/n's skin as she hurriedly shut the car door behind her, starting up her car in an attempt to find warmth as quickly as possible. "Why do I live here?" she asked through chattered teeth, causing Naomi to laugh.

"It's not that cold!"

"I don't know how you're okay with this."

"Do you want me to drive? You're so stiff you'll crash,” Naomi offered as she looked at Y/n.

"I'm fine, I just need to warm up for a second," Y/n assured as she rubbed her hands together in front of the heater.

Naomi giggled and took her hands, rubbing them to help heat them up.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Now hurry up, I have a work meeting in like 30 minutes."

"What?" she gasped, quickly putting her gloves back on. "Why didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have spent so much time looking at Christmas decorations!"

"I'm just kidding. But Karl will be mad if he has to wait for his food any longer."

"You're seriously the worst." She smacked Naomi's arm and started driving, much less panicked than a few moments prior.

"You love me."

"Whatever. How's your internship going by the way?"

Naomi sighed. "Good. It's really hard to be motivated to go since it's unpaid but it's the last thing I need to graduate so I have to do it."

"But you enjoy it, right? I mean it's what you want to do."

"Yeah, no, I love it. I just wish I was getting paid so I didn't have to work at the grocery store too. I wish I could get paid to play video games like you."

Y/n deflated slightly. She hated when people put it like that, it made her sound like it wasn't a real job but it was challenging in its own way. "I'll teach you how to pvp and you'll be on your way to the top."

"Maybe then I could actually meet George myself instead of waiting around for you to do it."

"Wait!" Y/n gasped. "Did I not... did I not tell you about the other night?"

"Uh... I guess not? What happened?"

Y/n squealed. "Dude! Make a Discord account right now. Get your phone out and make one."

"Why? What is that?"

"It's the thing we all use to voice call during streams and in private and stuff. Come on!" Y/n used her right hand to urge Naomi to grab her phone. "George said you can't have his number but you can have his Discord."

"Wait, really??" Naomi gasped. "Wait, what does that mean!? I can talk to him on it!?"

Y/n laughed. "Yes, yes! You can text or voice call or even video call but I don't suggest that right away. Don't scare him away."

"He really said he'd add me back? Wait, when did you talk to him about me?"

"On Dream's stream. After the movie, I went and talked to them for a few hours."

"Is that why I heard you giggling at four in the morning?"

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up. "Okay, well, that was just with Dream. George and Sapnap left the call around one and two."

"Date."

"Sounds to me like someone doesn't want GeorgeNotFound's Discord..."

Y/n saw Naomi cower shyly. "Sorry. Please give it to me."

"I don't know it off the top of my head, silly. So be nice for the rest of the car ride and I'll get it when we get home."

"Is Karl meeting us at our apartment or his?"

"Ours. Can you tell him we're almost there?"

"I don't know if I have the strength to... talk to someone who's such good friends with... my love..." Naomi started with a dramatic sigh, "it just reminds me of the pain I go through daily... without him..."

"If that were true, you couldn't talk to me. I'm also good friends with Mr. Not Found."

Naomi threw her head to glare at Y/n, who just laughed. "Come on, text Karl. Please. His food will get cold."

Y/n watched as Naomi typed away on her phone. Soon, the two pulled up to their apartment complex and headed upstairs. Y/n turned the corner and walked down the hall to see Karl standing at their front door.

"KARL JACOBS! WE HAVE FOOD!"

He looked up quickly from his phone and beamed at them. "My heroes!"

"What are you doing outside, silly?" Y/n asked. "Don't you have a key?"

"Naomi made me give it back after I pulled that prank on you guys last month," he explained as Y/n unlocked the door.

"Well deserved. I still find glitter everywhere."

Y/n set the food on the counter and the other two crowded around. "Thank you, mother, for lunch," Karl joked and kissed her cheek loudly, his love language of physical touch jumping out of him. Y/n grimaced playfully as she wiped her cheek on her shoulder.

"GROSS!!! COOTIES!"

Karl pouted. "I thought we were best fwends, Y/n . Best fwends don't have cooties."

"You do. You're a boy."

Y/n's phone lit up as Karl started going on a joking rant about how Y/n always is so mean to his affections and he can't help wanting to show his friends he loves them and how she's so mean and, "Y/n you're not even listening to my complaints how are we supposed to be best friends when you're too busy talking to your boyfriend all the time and—"

"Boyfriend?" Y/n looked up quickly, worried he had seen the text from Peter that she just read. He was still trying to convince her to talk to him even after she bluntly told him no and why.

Karl walked over to the couch with his food and sat next to Naomi. "I was just joking... why, is there someone?" he giggled. "Dreeeaam maybe?"

Y/n shook her head, and her lack of defensiveness made Naomi and Karl look at each other. Normally she turned bright red and stumbled over her words when they joked about anyone being her boyfriend, but she was stone cold silent as her phone continued to illuminate her face.

"Y/n... What's up?" Naomi asked. "Is it Peter again?"

"Peter?" Karl's eyebrows raised and his food almost fell out of his mouth. "He's been texting you?"

Y/n sighed, locking her phone and sliding it in her pocket before finally joining her friends on the couch. "It's nothing."

"No, it's not."

"He wants to talk," Y/n mumbled.

"What?" Karl asked genuinely.

"I said he wants to talk."

Karl just stared for a few moments before looking at Naomi, who nodded, then back at Y/n. "You're not going to, right? Right? You've got to be kidding me, Y/n, he's a selfish dick and he's just going to keep hurting you. Why do you keep giving him the benefit of the doubt when he's proven time and time again that he's nothing but a fuc—"

"Karl!" Y/n interrupted. "I'm obviously not going to talk to him."

Karl's face flushed, probably embarrassed that he had assumed the worst and ranted. He sighed, exasperated. "Why don't you just block him already?"

Y/n shrugged. "He's harmless now that I don't let his words get to me."

"I'm just glad you finally decided not to meet up with him," Naomi said.

Y/n shrugged like it was an obvious choice, but deep down she couldn't help but think about the exact reason she had come to that decision. Besides all the pain he had caused her, how could she consider getting back together with her ex when she finds herself giddy about talking to someone else over Discord? Simple: she couldn't. The possibility of liking Dream briefly crossed her mind, and she knew that in the few weeks she had talked to him, the faceless man she had never met in real life made her feel better about herself than her ex-boyfriend ever did in the two years they dated. She wasn't sure quite what that meant, but she knew it was something.

"Can I have George's Dis...call or whatever it's called now? Please?"

Y/n laughed at the failed attempt at remembering the name of the application and pulled out her phone, directing Naomi on where to add friends and listing off his name and hashtag. Naomi then gave Y/n her name so she could tell George who to add back. "There, now leave me alone about George for the rest of your life."

Naomi giggled giddily before going to her room, eyes glued to her phone for the moment he would add her back.

"I'm sorry for being so bossy when it comes to Peter," Karl muttered.

Y/n shrugged and cuddled into the couch, hugging a pillow to her stomach. "I get that he was awful, but you have to trust me to know what to do."

"I do! I promise I trust you but..." Karl paused to groan, "but he just makes my blood boil. I've never hated anyone in my life but I would love to slice his head off if I ever got the chance."

"Thank you for being protective, but I promise I can handle myself."

Karl looked at her sadly. "Why did you stay with him for so long? Even after he cheated on you and said all those horrible things?"

She shrugged shamefully. "I had no one else."

"You had me and Naomi! Y/n, you've never been alone."

"That's not what I mean, Karl. I love you guys so much but it's not the same as dating someone, you know?"

"I guess..." he sighed. "But wouldn't you rather be alone than with someone who's so possessive you're afraid to tell him about your real job?"

Y/n dropped her shoulders. He had a point. She really shouldn't have stayed with Peter as long as she did. He was scary. "Yeah."

A scream from the other room snapped them out of their serious conversation. "HE ADDED ME BACK!"

Y/n laughed and Karl shook his head. "Poor George. He's about to regret so much," she predicted.

"Noooo... I'm sure he and Naomi will get along great," Karl argued. "They'll be friends at least."

"Maybe. Hey, any updates about cameragirl?"

Karl blushed immediately and Y/n smiled.

"Is that a yes??"

"I... may have... finally spoken to her. Y/n, she's so cute. Like, she's so nice and I want to protect her from everything."

"What did you guys talk about?!" Y/n gasped, sitting up quickly.

"You're going to be so disappointed in me..."

"Did you talk about Sonic the Hedgehog again? Karl, I swear—"

"No! But I only said like two words."

"What two words?"

"Um, I said hi, and then she asked how I was and I said good."

"KARL!"

"I know!" he said as he buried his face in his hoodie sleeves. "I'm the worst! I don't know how to talk to her! She's so cute!!!"

Y/n laughed endearingly and pulled his hands away. "My offer still stands, I'll teach you how to flirt if you want."

"No, I still don't believe that you can actually flirt."

"I totally can, but fine. Ask Naomi to help you if you don't trust me. She'd teach you if you want." Y/n looked down at her phone as it lit up with notifications from Twitter.

As if he knew by the smile on her face who it was, Karl challenged, "Flirt with Dream to prove you can."

"I have nothing to prove to you," Y/n mumbled, standing up. "But he wants to call me so I'm going to my room. You're welcome to stay here or go home since Naomi's still in her room too."

"Mkay," Karl said. "I'll just stay here for now. Thanks again for the food."

"No problem, dude." Y/n disappeared to her room and opened Discord on her computer, waiting for Dream to call her. She answered when he finally did.

"Hi, Dream," she smiled into her headset.

"Hi, Bug. What are you up to?"

"Nothing. I was just explaining to Karl how good I am at flirting because he doesn't believe that I'm good."

"I don't either."

"What?" she laughed. "Why does no one think I can? Have you seen all the thirsty people flirting with me on Twitter? You included."

"Yeah, but you hardly flirt back. You just insult us."

"I can flirt when I want to."

"Prove it."

"...I don't want to."

"Why? Because you can only flirt with your boyfriend?"

"Are you trying to get me to admit I have a secret lover?"

"Yes."

"Well too bad, I don't."

"Interesting... so you," he paused, careful with his words, "so you decided... not to listen to whats-his-face?"

"Mhm," she hummed, not trusting her voice to stay steady. Why was she nervous? She crossed her fingers hoping that he wouldn't ask how or why she came to that conclusion. She didn't have a lie ready to hide the fact that it might have something to do with Dream.

"Then there's no reason you can't flirt with me."

Y/n sighed dramatically but still smiled. "Why did you call me? Just to make fun of my flirting abilities?"

"No, I called because I'm bored."

"Wow, so I'm just a backup when GeorgeNotFound and Sapnap are busy?"

"Actually, I called you before I tried either of them."

"Interesting..." she mocked him and he scoffed.

"Stop changing the subject and flirt with me!!! Give me your best pickup line!! Why won't you?"

"How about because I reserve flirting for people who deserve it?"

"Oh, it's that good, huh? You have to be on a VIP list to be flirted with by you?"

"Yeah," she laughed, completely joking. "It's life-changing."

"How do I get on that list?"

"Why do you want me to flirt with you so bad, you weirdo?"

"Because you said it's life-changing! And because I just don't believe that you're good at flirting."

"Why? What about me screams that I'm an awkward mess?"

"Everything!" he laughed. "Every time I've witnessed anyone flirt with you you just get all embarrassed and change the subject. Or on Twitter when we flirt with you, you almost always just reject us outright. People like that aren't smooth."

"Fine. I'll flirt with you, Dream. Not now but when you least expect it and it'll leave you so speechless that you'll never question me again."

"Good. I'm excited."

She snorted lightly and shook her head. "You're ridiculous."

"Oh, hey, you know how I said Sapnap, George, and I wanted to do a big hangout thing with everyone?"

"Yes! Is it happening??"

"Yeah! We still don't know exactly when but George mentioned he thinks New Year's Eve and New Year's Day are stupid holidays so we want to get everyone together in person for that to prove it's a great holiday."

"I mean... I'm kinda with George on this one," Y/n agreed.

"What?! How? It's the start of a New Year! It's an excuse to kiss someone and you start the year with all your friends and loved ones and-"

"It's literally just another day. The only thing that changes is people accidentally put the wrong year when they write dates down for the first month."

Dream laughed. "That's stupid. No. It's a good holiday."

"Whatever. You'll just have to prove to me that it's good."

"I will."

"And the thing you said about having an excuse to kiss someone is stupid. If you wanna kiss someone, just kiss them."

"That easy, huh?"

"Yes."

Dream hummed thoughtfully, a mischievously playful tone to it that made Y/n change the subject slightly to spare her heart from beating too hard.

"So he's coming for New Years'?"

"Okay, yeah, so he doesn't know exactly what date but we're trying to get as many of our friends as we can to come so we have to plan around everyone. Also obviously you and Karl and Naomi are invited."

"Oh, Naomi too? Good, because I think they're talking to each other right now."

"They are," Dream laughed. "George texted me when she added him and he panicked because he doesn't know how to talk to girls."

"What?!" Y/n gasped in offense. "That's his and my thing! Why didn't he text me panicking??"

"He said he was going to text you but since it's your friend he felt awkward."

She grunted. "Fine. I guess that makes sense. Except, I know her better than anyone so I'd be waaay more helpful than you."

"You saying I don't know how to talk to girls?"

"I mean, you've used so many pickup lines on me on Twitter and I'm still not wowed, so yeah, I'd say you aren't as smooth as you'd like to think."

"Bug! What?! I'm totally good at talking to girls," Dream tried to defend, pulling excuses out of his ass. "I just haven't used my best tactics because you're easier to scare away than most. As I said, you can't dish it or take it so I have to use special moves."

"They still haven't worked." The quick beating of her heart and shaking of her hands informed her that that was a lie. Every time he replied to her tweets, the painful grin on her face proved it was a big, fat lie. Maybe she was a little impressed at his "special moves" but she wasn't going to ever admit that to him.

"Whatever, you liar. Anyway, we were thinking of renting a cabin on a lake or something like that for everyone to stay in."

"Oh! Yes, that sounds so fun! I love lake houses so much."

"Good. I'm gonna talk to George and the other brits and see if that's doable. It's gonna happen. I promise. I'm tired of not seeing my friends."

"Wait, how many people are you guys thinking? I'm still nervous about showing people my face..."

"It's a rough list but basically Sapnap, George, Quackity, Karl, Wilbur, Niki, um, Tubbo, Tommy, who else.... I think that's it right now. We'll make sure you know them and are comfortable with them so you don't feel pressured to show strangers who you are."

She nodded to herself. "Okay. I could also just not come if I'm not comfortable with someone—"

"What?!" he asked loudly, genuinely surprised. "Wha— no. We just wouldn't invite them."

"But—"

"I'd way rather have you there than anyone else. Hell, I'd kick George or Sapnap out if you didn't want to show them your face."

"Wait, really?"

"No pressure but I really want you to come and I want to make sure your comfortable."

"What if I don't want to show you my face?"

There was a long pause and Y/n knew he was trying to control his voice so she didn't know he was disappointed or slightly offended. "I mean... I don't know. I guess I... wouldn't go."

Her heart cracked at the sadness in his voice.

"I really don't want you to be pressured into—"

"Dream," she said. "It's okay. I'm probably most comfortable with meeting you over anyone else."

"Really?"

She didn't trust her voice not to sound too sappy and giddy. She didn't trust it a lot when she was around Dream. "Mhm."

"I'm glad," he said happily but softly. "It will be fun. Also, give me your phone number."

"So forward of you, Dream."

"Shut up, I wanna make a group chat."

Y/n laughed and told him her number. "I'm really excited now, Dream! I haven't hung out with people in so long and it sounds like a fun little vacation."

Dream laughed at her excitement. "I just want to hug the shit out of George."

It was Y/n's turn to laugh loudly. "Have you met him in real life yet?"

"No."

"I doubt he'll even let you touch him. He doesn't seem touchy."

"I don't think he is but I don't care. I am very touchy so he won't have a choice but to hug me."

"Ugh, another touchy person. Gross."

"Are you not?"

"Not really. Karl is the touchiest person I have ever met so he's kinda rubbed off on me a little over the years I think, but in general no."

"Oh, yeah, he's already threatened to kiss all of us as soon as we meet," Dream said with a laugh.

"Best to just let it happen. He pouted earlier because I wiped my cheek after he kissed it."

"That doesn't sound like something someone who can flirt would do."

"Because I'm not flirting with Karl!" Y/n groaned but a laugh was behind her words. "What is with you guys?"

"You just can't be on Karl and my level of flirting if we don't see it! Can't be in the gang if you don't show us your skill."

"Just you wait, Dream. You'll see."

"Wait, what about our Minecraft date?"

"What about it?"

"When we do that, you have to flirt with me!"

"No, I don't," she protested with a loud laugh.

"Um, I'm pretty sure it's very rude to not sweet-talk your date. You have to flirt with me then."

Y/n giggled. "Oh yeah? And what if I don't?" She hadn't meant for her voice to come out laced with something suggestive, but if Dream noticed, he thankfully didn't show it.

"Well, we'll just have to keep going on dates until you do."

"Pretty sure forcing someone on dates is illegal, buddy."

Dream laughed. "You agreed to it!!"

"I agreed to the first one," she corrected. "I agreed to one date in exchange for you letting Karl tour me around your server. One."

"Don't worry." Unlike Y/n's, Dream's voice was purposefully laced with something suggestive as he told her, "after our date, it won't take much for you to agree to more."

"Oh whatever," she scoffed, trying to cool her face down with her icy hands. Even they were no match for the heat on her cheeks. "When are we doing this stupid thing anyway?"

"Ah, the smooth talking has begun, I see."

"Dreeeamm..." she whined, growing increasingly tired of the butterflies in her stomach. Why did she suddenly feel so nervous around him? It's not sudden, she told herself.

Dream's cute laugh interrupted her thoughts. "What about tomorrow?"

"I'm streaming Among Us tomorrow."

He groaned. "You never make time for me."

"I cannot stand you," she joked, laughs slipping through her annoyed voice and blowing her cover. "You're the one who said you were too busy to join my lobby. So really you don't make time for me."

"No, no, no," he protested. "I'd make time for one-on-one time with you, just not a game where I hardly get to talk to you."

"Oh my gosh." She rolled her eyes. "How did you turn this around to sound cute again."

"Aw, Bug, you think I'm cute?"

"You ruined it by asking. What are you doing tomorrow anyway?"

"I have to finish a plug-in by tomorrow night so George and I can test it. There's still a lot to fix so it'll probably will take all day."

"Oooh," she cooed. "What's it do?"

"It changes the world every time we take damage," he explained with a hint of pride in his voice.

"What the! That sounds awesome!"

"Thanks," he said shyly, proudness gone now that he was being complimented. "Anyway, George is really busy next week so we have to test it tomorrow night so we can record the next day."

"You probably should finish it then."

"Or you could cancel your stream and we could go on a date."

"Dream!" She laughed. "No! How about next week. Between you editing the video you record, we go on a Minecraft date. How's Thursday?"

"I guess I could fit you into my schedule..."

"I hate you."

His cheeky grin could be heard through his stupid words. "Keep telling yourself that."

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sparkexplosive · 4 years

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Grateful To Have You In My Life [Kirishima Eijirou]

Kirishima Eijrou X F!Reader

Word Count: 1,578

A/N: This is my writing piece for my contribution to the Konoha Simps Server Collab. You can find the rest of the amazing works by beautiful human beings right here! If you want to be involved in future collaborations or even just be in a place to meet new people and talk about anime, feel free to join us.

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Sorry for any grammar or spelling in advance.

The red haired pro hero, Red Riot couldn’t stand still patiently for you to arrive with Mina. He was standing in front of the river where the moonlight was bouncing off the water reflection. This is their special spot since they have been dating for so many years now. They would disconnect from the outside to have some peace and quiet. This location was surrounded by nature completely.

Kirishims Eijrou was pacing back and forward while reaching towards his red tie to loosen the knot. He felt so restrained. He is feeling extremely nervous and has been wanting to propose for months now. He knows you are most likely to accept his proposal but his anxiety keeps getting the better of him. What if you shut down… it ruins their relationship together.

The two of you go back to elementary school where you usually hang out with Mina and her friends. You were fairly popular among his peers and were crushed by numerous boys. He was also one of the boys that had a major crush on you. You found his quirk cool unlike everyone else.

The five year old, with [hair color] was awed over seeing the skin of his arm harden and touching his arm with pure curious eyes.

“Your quirk is so cool! Kiri!” You exclaimed loudly ignoring the surprised looks from his peers as if she was crazy considering his quirk to be cool.

But for some reason, he was always the one you would pick to be partners with you in anything classroom project with all the way through to middle school. You got restricted from partnering up with Mina, for unknown reasons other than they are close friends. Teachers restricted the two to never to be partners which earned whinnies from Mina especially. You weren’t whining as much as Mina but accept it. You were happy to work with Kirishima regardless.

However around his last year in middle school, was when the two of you got fairly close, despite his classmates hating him for getting to spend time on one of the popular girls in his grade out of school. You actually helped him to train to get some muscle into his limbs and accompany him on morning runs despite having a different dream from him. You always wanted to be a doctor since you were a kid.

Your quirk was more suited to be in the medical field.

But you insisted on helping him and continued being his morning jog buddy. When you heard the news of him being accepted into U.A. You took him off guard when you were screaming his name in the school halls.

“Eijirou!” You move smoothly without bumping into other middle schoolers, before tackling him into a bear hug You tackle him to the ground with a hard thump which out of reflex activates his quirk on his back. You hugged him tightly causing the hormonal teen to be flustered.

You pull away having the biggest grin across your lips, “A step closer to your dream! I knew you could get in! See what happens when you believe in yourself.”

Then getting your contract information despite living in the same neighborhood, at the end of the year.

“Mina reminded me. I never actually gave you my number. Here’s my number and text me anytime.” You took his hand and wrote down your number on his palm.

“Don’t forget about me. Superhero.” You kissed his cheek before running away to catch up with the girls.

He unconsciously was holding on the cheek that you peck having a giant blush to come across his cheeks. His crush kissed his cheek and started repeating it over with shock and love struck expression on his face. He immediately saved your phone number on his phone.

Never lose a contract ever since.

You were the one who helped him dye his black hair to bright red since you dye your own hair with highlights and such. You became his own hairstylist and hung out throughout the two of you busy schedules.

However, Mina is the responsible one who took upon herself to be a couple matcher. He is thankful for Mina for hooking the two together if it wasn’t for her. You would have been long gone taken by someone else, when Kirishima would have gotten the confidence to ask you out. Mina had sent you a text pretending to be Kriishima asking you out for a movie date which you accepted giving the poor boy a heart attack.

“Your welcome! You can thank me later.” Mina was smirking teasingly while Kirishima was staring at the television where his friends were playing video games. He got his character killed when Mina out of nowhere says, “You have movie night tomorrow at 7 with [Nickname]!”

Exe.Kirishima stopped working and dropped his gaming consoles to take the phone out of Mina's hands to see what you wrote back to him.

Having the longest crush on you over 8 years, was hard enough for his heart to take, but to see you actually accept the invitation gave the poor boy a heart attack. For the longest time, he thought you didn’t even see him in that sort of light, nothing more than friendship. The rest became history. The two of you made it official halfway on second year while you were attending medical field high school and he was in U.A.

Once U.A expanded on having medical field courses, Mina and you plan on surprising him when you transfer over on their 3rd year while doing an internship with a Recovery girl due to having similar quirk like her. Kirisima was thrilled to have you closer to him, but often used very excused in the book to come to visit you in the nurse office. The Recovery Girl had to restrict him from visiting so much for silly things.

Now being together through hell and back with scares on both sides, thinking Kirishima got himself killed but was only injured intensely while the hospital you worked at was attacked. Everything life throws to their relationship, they will overcome it just like the others. You support his work as a hero and celebrate with him each time when he continues ranking up in the pro hero ranks. He does the same supporting you on becoming a doctor that he would help you as best as he can with it when it comes down to studying such as holding flash cards.

But he would never change it for the world.

Being together for 4 years, you were his number one fan from the very beginning. You were the one who pushed him and walked withhim to turn in his slip in middle school. You believe in him when no else would. You thought his quirk was amazing despite what others thought.

He was playing with the ring box that was in his pocket and trying to practice his words that he wanted to tell you. He wants it to be perfect as possible. He spent time with you out to do a quest with the help of his friends for you to get a flower at each location that held special memories with each other. Mina was the last one to lead you to this exact spot where he is standing at.

This place was where the two of you first kissed each other and the place where it all began.

“Would you take the honors to make me the happiest man in the world- No its too cheesy.” Kirishima was running his fingers through his hair in frustration and continued to try. He has yet to acknowledge your presence.

Mina left you there with a smile on her face. You were holding a bunch of flowers that represented his emotions for you. You were mind blown by the sight in front of you, he had hung up Christmas lights on the trees and had a wooden bench where there was food in containers.

A soft smile crosses your lips, seeing Kirishima pacing back and forward, until he stops and takes a deep breath.

“[Nickname], will you stay beside my side to the rest of our lives as my partner, best friend?” Kirishima confidently says, before shaking his head no.

“Too simple-” He jumped and froze up when he felt your arms around his waist. “You are overthinking it. Baby. My answer will remain the same.”

He turns around with a shy smile and scratches his head nervously. “Was it too much?”

“Ask me the question.” You pulled away looking starred in his ruby red eyes.

Kirishima kneels down to his kneel before licking his lips and letting out a nervous chuckle.

“Will you marry me?”

You placed your hands on the side of his face when you answered with, “Yes, you big goof.”

A giant smile appears on top of his face revealing his sharp teeth with his vision becoming blurry. You bend down to press your lips against his softly and pull away, before hearing him.

“Thank you so much for everything.” A couple tears came down his cheeks which caused you to clean them off.

“I love you.” You whispered

“I love you too.” Kirishima hugs your waist to only jump at the sudden round of applause that could be heard behind some bushes.

“MINA! DENKI!”

“SORRY! I HAD TO GET IT ON TAPE!”

“SHE DRAGGED ME INTO THIS!”

#Eijrou kirishima x reader

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edwardslostalchemy · 4 years

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the thing that kills me about bakugou is when the plf go "having a powerful quirk means i'm better than you"and basically advocate for eugenics, it's horrible and corrupt, but when bakugou does it, it's lol funny and 'oh that gremlin.' in a recent chapter he made fun of the past OFA holders for having 'weak' quirks and dying and he said these things in front of Toshi, who has himself given so much. just...what was the point of him knowing about OFA if he was just going to be a disrespectful ass?

I have no idea why it was necessary for him to know, tbh. I think it was a waste of an opportunity to give him growth by NOT telling him. And honestly, I agree that k*tsuki and the plf have similar ideals because they’re elitists. :/ They think they’re better than others. Unironically, the lov wanting k*tsuki on their side would have been like, them all sharing this same thought. Idk, I just don’t like him. The things he says and does are played off as comedic relief now and it’s honestly so annoying. He needs to be brought down from his pedestal.

(I have multiple messages so I am putting them all in one post under a read more, I hope it works, but if somehow it doesn’t, I’m really sorry. My computer says it works, but mobile doesn’t show it. This will be a long post.)

Anonymous said:

You know... I wouldn’t mind Bakugou winning vs Ochako so much if his blast had simply redirected enough rubble for him to make it though the pelting, and the fight had ended with an actual visible inflicted injury on his part, like a cut on his face, that stuck around for the rest of the tournament. Make the close call have more concrete, visible consequences for him then his arms aching a bit.

I agree with this completely. That thing about his arms aching doesn’t show much of the consequences at all. And he gets over it rather quickly. I hate that he has so much plot armor.

Anonymous said:

Ngl i dont ship Todo/deku (dont really ship Izuku with anyone lol) but its such a nice ship like?? People can ship what they want but why ship Baku/deku when Tododeku is RIGHT THERE. I would rather have todo/deku be the twin stars like.. Todoroki having to overcome his fathers legacy and be a better hero then his father ever could be while Izuku perpetuates all mights legacy and carries the legacy of One For All?? Poetic cinema

+ I SENT AN ASK ABOUT PREFERRING TODO/DEKU TO BAKU/DEKU AND I WANTED TO ADD SOMETHING SKSKS. we could totally have an "its your power" moment. Izuku getting Todo to accept his left side and Todo getting Izuku to remember that OFA is his power now.

Todo/deku is really the poetic cinema we need and deserve. Idk why people like b*kud*ku, that’s what they prefer, but the ship itself is not healthy in the slightest and I find it pretty disturbing. I agree with you, nony. Everything you said is correct.

Anonymous said:

If I'm gonna be honest the whole "he was raised in a household of screaming and abuse" isn't a good enough reason as to why Bakugo has no chill. Like we've seen people like Todoroki raised in a household much worst but he didn't come out as a jerk or bully. I'd like to see more of Bakugo's interactions with his parents but for the most part the dad seems like a pushover and his mom is just loud at times. But no where close to Endeavor. So yeah Bakugo shut up challenge

Yeah, idk how their dynamic works, it’s just mitsuki screaming at k*tsuki while his dad tries to intervene, but doesn’t do a good job about it. I don’t like that she smacked his head. But I think people really stretch it to give him a tragic backstory when in reality, he doesn’t have one. He is a spoiled brat. Shouto has proven how to be a better person. He’s just a better character in general.

Anonymous said:

This might be long but I want to get something off my chest and I love your blog so I used to like bk//dk. If you asked me why. It's because I was enamored by the fanon ver of this pair with a better bkg and the whole appeal of childhood 'friends'/reconciliation trope it had going on and some fans have convinced me that their relationship wasn't as bad as it's portrayed before UA and that bkg was only like that because of society and thinking Izuku was "looking down" at him. 1/3

Thinking about it. it's really stupid and the verge of victim blaming but anyways. What stopped me from liking it and instead hating the pair is that after dk vs kc 2 I was expecting the improvement in their relationship, for a moment I thought we got it. But in reality it's just bc we haven't seen them interact much after the overhaul arc and before the joint training arc.Then the joint arc came and the 2nd internship arc came and whoo boy, I feel like I was cheated on. 2/3

Rather than making bkg's behavior improve towards Izuku, He's still as much of an asshole who belittles him, mocks him ,acts like he can't stand him but less threats of killing him combined with Izuku who just takes it because he's a nice person. But the narrative acts like their good friends now and I have been feeling so frustrated with this, I wanted a mutual relationship with mutual respect on both sides and bk//dk hasn't reached that part and it shouldn't take this long for it to be. 3/3

Thank you for sharing this with me, nony!! I appreciate it. It’s really sad that their relationship hasn’t improved at all. It’s so long overdue and now things are played as comedic relief like him hurting Izuku with his spike and also being extremely disrespectful during the ofa meetings. Their relationship isn’t healthy and it isn’t friendly, no matter how canon wants to paint it that way.

Anonymous said:

the only reason bkg gets to know OFA is because he guilted Izu into telling him a half truth in S1 then guilted AM and Izu with his tantrum in S3 He also had the privilege to know Izu since childhood and saw AFO so he had the advantage Izuku would have never told him otherwise. Same time Izuku's friends don't "deserve" to know about OFA, rather, Izuku deciding to tell them himself will make the revelation to them more special since its Izu deciding to tell a piece of himself than being forced to

HOT TAKE

@havocsss said:

i just wanted to say i appreciate your opinion on bnha about bakugo (bc someone finally said it 👀) and you put into words for me how i feel abt that character - and that's partly why i just can't watch it. he's the bully that everyone idolises and gets let away with murder and naaaah mate that's not how it works

Thank you, I’m glad to hear it. I don’t like that he, a literal bully who has suicide baited Izuku and has hurt him with his explosion quirk, is the fandom’s favorite and the most popular character. Literally any other character would have been better to stan than him. He’s everywhere and I can’t enjoy part of the series because of him always being there. It’s so annoying. I will continue to yell about why he is not a good character until horikoshi gives us the development he desperately needs AND an apology to Izuku for being so abusive to him. And yes, bullying is abuse.

Anonymous said:

I know that feeling. I also greatly dislike Bakugou. He almost ruins the manga for me at times. I can't even think of a plot with Izuku where Hori won't try to include him in some way. I tried reading metas abt him, tried to look at him in a different light but I realised that I really hate his personality, combined with his overhyped popularity just makes me can't stand him. I wish I could even just be neutral for him but that's being a challenge.

Yeah, he’s not a good character. Very infuriating and annoying. We do not stan him in this house.

Anonymous said:

I feel like if Aizawa actually knew that Bakugou used to bully Izuku he'd probably whoop Bakugou's ass

OOF I’d like to see him expel him.

Anonymous said:

I like how it's framed like I'm supposed to feel sorry for Bakugou because he feels manpain for not being the strongest in the class. Like the dude went from a regular school to the best of the best and he still expected to be the strongest person there is with no challenge?

Awww, is the spoiled brat sad? Good. He can die mad about it.

Anonymous said:

If Aizawa did the combat training instead of All Might he would've stopped Bakugou the first time he used his gauntlets and automatically failed him and I really wish that would've been the outcome

Tbh he should have been expelled for trying to kill a classmate.

Anonymous said:

Oh yeah I remember that character entrance when he just basically I insults his partner for training. Look I love the kid but if I was a teacher I would've flamed him so hard like there could've been a hostage, that weapon could have went off, his partner could've been captured. That's how you ended up failing the license exam

OOF. When will he learn.

Anonymous said:

Um excuse the ever living fuck out of me but I just saw a fic that was bakugou/consequences where Izuku attempted suicide and you know what the ship was?? My pure green son who deserves the world and his literal bully/abuser are you SHITTING ME???? I try very hard not to hate ships I do really try but I just CAN'T with this ship it disgusts me

It's not a healthy ship. I am disturbed by this fic and I don’t even know what it’s called and I don’t want to know. Eww.

Anonymous said:

I see myself as Izuku cause I relate to him a lot and I just read something where Bakugou does what my abuser did to me to Izuku and now I'm having a very hard time stomaching the thought of him and like I really loved kiri/baku too but now I can't even think about it cause someone who shipped my notp thought it would be a good idea to make Bakugou an abuser and give Izuku Stockholm syndrome ☹

Oh nony…I’m so sorry to hear about that. That really sounds rough and I hope you’re feeling better. That sounds awful. I’m just…I’m appalled. Also giving Izuku Stockholm syndrome with this ship is just. Wow.

#anti bakugou #anti bkdk #iamtypinglike98madmen #havocsss #anonymous #tw abuse #if anyone needs anything tagged let me know

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sheismyteacher · 4 years

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hi loves,

im pretty sure ive alr done all old monthly challenges that used to be on here in 2017/2018 including my own lol but @baeby-tc made a new one and its once again 2am and im missing her so heres summ facts u might not know yet!!!

1. describe your tc’s physical appearance.

shes about my height so 5'7, she has a blonde pixie cut and bright blue eyes, n freckles!! and shes super skinny

2. what was the first thing you’ve ever said to your tc?

probably hi?? i honestly dont remember much from our first class

3. is your tc single or taken? or are you unsure? and are you single or taken?

single!! and im taken lol ive been dating my gf for a year n 11 months

4. is your tc more of the athletic type, the nerdy type or the artsy type?

nerdy looool

5. if you and your tc were in high school together, do you think you’d be friends?

honestly idk? we very well could have been because we were both kinda alt (me leaning towards goth, her leaning towards punk) but also both insanely private introverts lmfsjshhd so we might not even have approached each other

6. name one song that reminds you of your tc and explain why that song reminds you of them.

savannah by lp hehee we're both lp stans but she got me into her music and the first song we talked abt was savannah

7. is your tc fashionable or are they more of the simple type? what is one outfit you’d love to see them wear?

oh girl... 💀💀 i love her w my whole heart but if i see one more silver glimmery cardigan i might lose my mind. id love to see her in jeans and a crop top but shed Never so honestly i'll take anything that's not... horrible

8. would you be willing to become a teacher and teach your tc’s subject if it meant you two could be together?

haha funny cause... that's literally what im doing... going into my second year of uni... going to do my internship with her this year... ummmmmm.....

9. does your tc drink or smoke?

no!!!

10. name one item that is always on your tc’s desk.

her planner loool shes super organized

11. has your tc ever done anything that has either thrown you off, annoyed you, angered you or bothered you in any way? if so, what did they do?

yea i think I've only been pissed at her once?? i was really struggling with a situation and usually when i rant to her she fucks around and makes jokes n all and im fine with it i dont take myself that seriously but this time i was genuinely rly upset and she didnt rly notice i guess although i alr lowkey told her to stop n she kept making dumbass jokes so i was like "this is genuinely not funny like im being serious for once" and she did apologize which i appreciate but i genuinely think that's the only time ive been upset with her! and shes said things before that other people would see as shocking but has always apologised even when not necessary shes super respectful

12. does your tc have any past jobs that you know of, before becoming a teacher?

no actually!! she probably had a job in hs/uni??? but weve never talked abt that wow mayb i should ask her sometime

13. does your tc have kids or siblings? if so, how many?

both! she has one younger sister and two sons!

14. are you taking your tc’s class next year?

as i said ive graduated but im acc gonna b an english teacher as well now and imma do my 2nd yr internship w her!!!

15. has your tc ever met your parents? if you were there, what was the meeting like?

yes PLSJSJDJDJD at my school musical... and it was lowkey awkward cause i told her all abt how my father is lowkey terrifying so she was cautious as hell 😭😭

16. has your tc ever given you detention? if so, what was it like?

naw i never have her a reason to

17. has your tc ever failed you? if so, how did you react? if not, how would you react?

noo english has always been my best subject so she never had to.. but if she did i probably messed it up!! shes fair

18. what are your tc’s hobbies/interests? are they similar to yours?

help shes a dancer and i hate dancing w my entire heart so umm.. no

19. have you ever spoken on the phone with your tc? what did you talk about?

never actually!! we've texted so often but never called?? except if u count the time she (or her son?) called me on accident for about 6 seconds jdjdhd ion think she even knows that happened, i hung up and forgot to mention it again)

20. if you had your tc’s class during quarantine, what were your zoom calls like? if not, have you spoken to your tc since quarantine?

we've texted, but not as much as we used to and it's making me SAD but i feel like we just dont have a lot to say to each other

21. if you had the chance to go anywhere in the world with your tc, where would you go? what would you do?

she loves switzerland so let's go

22. does your tc have any nicknames for you?

she shortens my name sometimes heheh i loooove when people do that

23. have you ever cried in front of your tc? why? how did they react?

no, i don't cry that often, and ESPECIALLY not in public

24. have you ever walked/drove to/from school with your tc?

yeah we cycled together a few times! but usually were off on different times

25. do you know which teachers your tc is friends with at school? if so, do you like those teachers?

yea theres a couple she likes but shes not rlly *friends* with anyone, but we have the same opinions on most teachers

26. what does your tc’s voice sound like?

it's very soft, and not in volume but in vibes? and she has pretty sharp t's and her r's roll a little hehe

27. do you like your tc as a teacher? are they a good teacher?

oh yes 100%

28. does your tc prefer books, shows or movies?

im gonna go ahead and assume books, but she does have netflix as well

29. is your tc stern or easy going, in class?

pretty stern? i know a couple of people are lowkey scared of her but like shes not awful she just makes sure the class gets shit done

30. how would you describe you and your tc’s relationship?

like a friendship! i asked her abt it once (ages ago) and she said that she was tryna figure out how she felt abt me when it came to labels like 'friend' cause im also her ex student etc so she didn't rly wanna call me that yet?? but i think if we keep talking we'll get there. we trust each other immensely

31. do you address your tc by their first or last name?

firsttt since march 27th 2017 😌

#mine #tc #tcc #teacher crush #female tc #female teacher crush #teacher crush community #question tc #question tag #tc challenge #july challenge #facts #????

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straightouttaneptune · 5 years

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It girl pt. 4 - Superhero debut

Pairing: Mentor!Natasha Romanoff x Mentee!Reader, Platonic!Avengers x reader, Peter Parker x Reader (In the future)

Warning: Reader being a kickass, Peter x Reader is settling in... Not much to warn.

Summary: Natasha had once joked about picking a random new recruit trainee to teach all her skills since Tony had recently become Peter’s mentor. Fury sees this as a legitimate idea, and asks Natasha to choose her protège, code name: “it girl”.

A/N: I’m so sorry it took so long! But it’s finally here, and the reader is on a mission!!! Anyways, it’s been decided that this little series will end with Part 5 or a 6, depending on how long it will be. Enjoy xx

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6

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2 weeks later

“We gotta go to that Stark internship now!” You and Peter told Ned and MJ simultaneously, before rushing out of the campus hand in hand.

“Peter, gimme your backpack.” He tossed his bag to you as you placed his and your bag into a self-navigating drone you pulled out of your pack, the coordinates heading right to the Avengers Compound.

“Alright. Ready?” You turned back at Peter in his spider-man get up, giving him a thumbs up.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, flustering you a little. No matter how many times the two of you did this, the contact with his well-built body always got your heart to pick up its pace. You’d liked Peter ever since he had that crush on Liz, but you’ve never had to suppress your feelings harder than the last few weeks. There were a lot more secrets, touching, grabbing and moments spent together compared to when you were just in the same friend group.

Peter thanked god that his mask covered his obviously red cheeks, and tried his hardest not to stare at your excited, adorable face.

You let yourself feel the cool wind combing through your hair, that drop of your stomach when he lets go of the web to shoot another, the awes and gasps of the people down below and obviously being hugged by Peter.

The two of you land right in front of the door, where Bucky and Sam were bickering at each other again. Something about Sam eating Bucky’s plums again, so now Bucky was going to make Sam mow the entire field.

“Oh hey, kids. Stark, Nat, your kids are here!” Sam yelled into the building, then continued to sass Bucky with arguments that made no sense whatsoever.

“Well, you have cooties, so I saved the plums from Bucky germs. It is safer in my stomach.”

“I hate you. So much.”

You waved goodbye to Peter and rushed up to your room, ready to change into training gear. But as soon as you entered the walk-in-closet, MINT's voice rang through the room.

"Mission gear lock: Deactivated. Welcome, Y/N Y/L/N." Your eyes widened in surprise, rushing to the furthest side of the closet to look at the Mission gear compartment.

To your surprise, the blue shield had been taken down, revealing black combat suits of different uses. The usual one, with all black form-fitting shape, tactical with bullet vests built into the top and knives stored in various places, covert that included zero design and came with a black eye mask, and so on. You pushed the clothes aside to reveal a screen, that asked you to swipe left and scan fingerprint to continue.

You followed the instruction without hesitation, MINT immediately replying with "Authorized personnel. Agent in training, Y/N Y/L/N. Congratulations, Y/N."

You jumped back in surprise as the walls started moving, the clothes that were hung up moved to the other side of the wall to reveal a new one, stacked with weapons and many types of guns.

"What. the. fuck." You mumbled to yourself in astonishment, staring at the various weaponry that seemed too high-tech to even exist on the Earth.

"I see you've already opened my gift." Your head couldn't whip sideways any faster, spotting Natasha standing by the entrance, leaning her shoulder on the doorway. She dressed in her Black Widow suit that you only saw on TV during the NY and Sokovia attacks.

"This is insane. I'm allowed on missions?"

"Only a small mission, with me supervising from the compound, okay?" She held up her finger and gave you a stern look, which you nodded happily to. You were already pumped with adrenaline, ready to take on basically anything.

“Alright. Let’s get you to Fury. Put the one with the... blue design on.” She rummaged through the suits, finally pulling one out. It looked exactly like the ones she wore during the battle of Sokovia, except it looked a little more updated.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, body covered in full-leather or spandex or whatever the material was. You looked good. Even though it was quite the workout to put it on, it felt perfect and comfortable, every inch of the suit hugging you right.

You felt the reinforced shoulder plates, the gun holster on your thigh squeezing lightly, and the best part was, the material was engineered by Tony to make sure whoever wore it, doesn’t sweat out of their minds. The material kept it’s cool even after the workout putting it on, and you didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.

“Alright it girl, let’s go.” Natasha knocked on the closet door before her head poked out. “Grab that gun on your right, and follow me.”

Not even a few hours later, you were dropped off on a lonely hill of god-knows-where in America, left on your own to fend for yourself.

“Agent 13 will only be a few miles away in case anything goes wrong, okay?” You heard Natasha speak into your comms. “And, call me Natashenka on missions. Especially covert ones.”

“Natashenka?”

“Yeah, it’s the Russian nickname for Natasha.”

“Mm, I like it.”

You walked alone for a little while, no enemy or buildings in sight. So it really caught you off guard when a bullet flew straight beside your ear, landing itself in a tree behind you.

You recalled your past training with Natasha, rolling on the ground to find shelter behind a thick tree. Taking out the gun out of your holster, you tried to keep calm as you tried to spot the shooter. You also powered up your shock bracelet just in case.

If you were gonna do this, you were gonna do this right. Kneeling down on one knee, you aimed your gun at the man standing in front of a small army-camp looking building. With a sharp exhale, your fingers pulled the trigger and the bullet flew through the warm summer air.

The bullet buried itself in the guard’s bulletproof vest, knocking him out cold. “Good job, Y/N. But be careful. He’s not dead.”

“I don’t wanna kill anyone!” You whispered into your comms, slowly making your way to the gate. It must’ve been a severely under-staffed base since that guy you took out was the only guard outside.

You stalked into the base, and all you could say was that it looked damaged. It looked very close to collapsing, and you were trusted to retrieve all of the files on the Avengers from this dump.

"Hello, sweetheart. What's a girl like you doing here?" You turned around to face an unexpected number of guards, all standing behind one especially dark, suspicious-looking man.

Your mind rushed to find you a perfect lie to deceive them, so you wouldn't fucking die in there. "Mm. Anastasiya Primanova. Sent from the base in Russia, courtesy of Strucker." You used the thick Russian accent you've heard in movies before, hoping it would sound real. "Y/N? What is going on?" You heard Natasha's frantic voice after you introduced yourself as someone else entirely. You hid the nervous hammering heart behind a cold, dead expression, putting your gun back in the holster. Please buy this, please buy this, please...

"Strucker's dead." He stared at you, inspecting you, but at least he wasn't shooting at you.

"Obviously. I did his dirty bidding. He wrote a will. I was to take over this American base. It's quite the dump. кто ты?" (Who are you?) You used all the techniques in the book, making sure he took you in as 'Anastasiya Primanova', not 'obviously American girl on a mission'. You raised your chin and cocked your head, an unmistakable sign when one is looking down at someone. If you wanted anyone to see you as above them, you had to fake it till you made it.

"Kazimir."

"So, are you going to show me what you've been doing or what?" Your hand rested on the gun in your holster, the other on your hip. He looked like he was conflicted, but in the end, he bought the act. He dismissed the soldiers to go back to their designated posts and signaled you to follow him.

"You shot one of my men." He looked at your side-profile, seemingly still skeptical. But to be fair, that was justified.

"And I'll shoot you too if you keep talking to me." Your pocket knife made a sharp slash sound as you popped it out, looking back at him warningly. "I trained with the Winter Soldiers. Do not try me." Your acting was so on-point, you had to give yourself a pat on the back for it. Threatening him as a first-impression made him fear you, even though he didn't know anything about you. It was simple psychology in the animal psyche, where one learns to fear another if they seem superior to them.

“Oh, my god, Y/N, what are you doing?” A faint panic in Natasha’s voice was evident, but you were improvising.

He took you to every room from floor 1 to sub-levels, and you were down to the last room. Now, you had a perfect image of the whole base in your head. The base was much more complicated than you had thought, it was working perfectly underground even though it looked like a mess on the outside. The Avengers would have to come back to destroy this place.

“This is the archive.” Kazimir scanned his card to show you the inside, before taking off to do whatever evil thing he had on his schedule.

You grabbed his jacket before he could fully walk away, pulling him back forcefully. He showed you a look of hostility, but you paid his resentment no attention.

“Card.” You put out your left palm, and he uneagerly left his card in your hands.

“Thank you.” You eyed him carefully one last time, making sure he had no intention of betraying you or knowledge that you were an imposter. When he only showed bitterness, you let him go.

“Наташенька, I’m in.” You whispered proudly, but discreet in case there were any listening devices or cameras. That was most likely.

“Good job! What was the whole thing with Anastasiya and everything?” She sounded relieved, letting out a small sigh.

“Simple acting... Human psychology... The important thing is, I got the file on the USB.” You stared at the USB in your hand, letting out the breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“Great. Now, get out of there.”

It was too easy from there. You glared at a couple soldiers on the way, made your way to the elevator and up, and just strolled out of the building. Once you were far enough, you called for the quinjet to take you back in.

“Y/N! Oh god, I was so nervous.” Natasha jumped out of the jet right as the door opened, rushing up to you.

The adrenaline was starting to wear off, and the full realization of what you did started to dawn on you. “I just walked into a HYDRA base, made them think I was their leader and stole confidential files?!” Your organs felt like they were being jumbled up in the washing machine. You felt so dizzy you even had to hold onto Natasha for support.

“Director Fury, Mr. Fury, um, that base, that base was not what you said it was.” You crouched down to sit on the floor of the quinjet, safe and sound on your way back to the compound.

He looked to you curiously, waiting for you to say more.

“There was a place, underground, and hundreds of soldiers. You gotta- you gotta send the Avengers or something in there. There was a room, sub-level 2, where they were doing experimentations on animals, and they said they’ll start-“ You rambled while Natasha sat by your side, her face twisting into various emotions before she set her eyes on Fury with anger.

“We sent her to a fully-operational HYDRA facility?!” She shot up, her eyes wide with rage. Fury appeared more interested in how you went in there and didn’t die.

“You went inside and fooled them all? You saw- no, they guided you through every inch of the place, and you remember it?” He walked over to you, eyes narrowed and tone low.

“Fury!”

“Right. But to be fair, you did a really good job.”

You chuckled, looking up at Natasha who still had a worried look on her face. Her sharp features softened when her eyes met with yours though, seeing how content you looked with yourself.

“Yeah. You did.” She smiled down at you sheepishly, as the quinjet came to a halt in front of the compound. The jet lowered itself on the concrete, FRIDAY’s voice ringing through the speakers. “Destination Arrived.”

A couple days later, practically everyone knew of the ‘it girl’ in the building who fooled over 100 HYDRA men and retrieved inside information and base layout that spies would take weeks to obtain.

You helped Steve make up a strategy for the infiltration, drawing him a map of every exit, every hide-out and all the places to avoid bombing. Sam started to randomly give you high-fives when crossing each other in the hall.

“What’s up, it girl?”

“Not much, Sam.”

*high-fives*

Thor would address you as “Y/N Natashadottier”, completely mistaking the whole Earth’s last-name system. You quite liked it, to be honest. A lot of times you went home to find your mother gone, her things packed with money on the table, clearly gone after your father again. In times like this, you never had anyone when you were younger. But now, you could easily show up at the Avengers Compound, and be welcomed, your room ready for you at all times. So in some ways, Natasha was your undocumented guardian.

Natasha couldn’t be more proud, everyone working in the new SHIELD was buzzing about the ‘it girl’, who was not a mutant, not an enhanced, not a genius, just a high-school girl who reads a lot of psychology books.

Peter also was excited for your big debut in the superhero world, the corners of his eyes crinkling every time someone mentions the ‘it girl’. Tony and Natasha obviously notice this, but they’re keeping quiet to see how fast you’ll get together.

Next chapter: Part 5

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writing-blog-iguess · 5 years

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Secrets

Summery: Being Tony Stark’s daughter isn’t easy. Especially when you’ve been shielded from his superheroing life. All there is, is secrets and you can’t stand them. Even from your best friends. Until one day, you find out about Spider-Man and who he really is. And you don’t take it very well.

Words: 4520

Warnings: language, um fighting scene was really badly written(well I think so anyways) stabbing.

A/N: This here? This took me a bit over a week and I enjoyed every minute of it. So I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes but please enjoy it nonetheless! And uh, I’m not sure where this falls into the MCU, but whatever. This is more platonic then romance though.

Also, I will take requests if anyone’s interested. Will just have to be patient. Comments are welcome but please enjoy!

@watermage23

Secrets, you hated secrets. It was tolerable when your dad kept them from you. You understood it, not wanting you to be apart of the Avengers. You didn't want to apart of the fighting, but it didn't mean to be completely cut off from that life.

You wanted to be apart of Tony's life, even if it meant just hanging out the common area being lazy with everyone.

That was fine.

But it never happened and since Peter got the internship, which you never even heard of, with you're dad, you saw less and less of him. You couldn't hate Peter, you never could. He was after all, you're best friend. The person you've loved since freshman year.

And lately, Peter was hiding something from you and you hated it. Hated the cancelled plans, hated the whispers with Ned and MJ, hated the silence it came with it when you joined them. Hated it so much that you slowly became distant.

Whatever, if they didn't want to tell you that's fine. Didn't mean you have to deal with it everyday.

Walking into the cafeteria at lunch that day, you saw your three friends hunched over whispering about something. What, you couldn't tell but you knew today was a day you didn't want to interrupt.

Adjusting your backpack, you turned around and stalked off. Not seeing Peter's face fall as you walked away.

You had decided to spent your lunch period outside, finishing your homework in peace. However, that peace didn't last long when your dad called.

"Hey Dad," you greeted without so much of looking away from your homework.

"Hey (Y/N)," he greeted back. "Why aren't you inside eating with your friends?"

"Wanted to sit outside and finish my homework. I want to be in lab when I get home." Tilting your head, you narrowed your eyes. "Dad, how do you know I'm outside?"

Tony nervously chuckled. "Because I'm Iron Man?"

"Dad," you warned and practically see him shuddering.

"Alright alright. Peter called, he wanted to know if you were okay." You only shook your head. "Sweetheart, you're becoming distant. We're just worried that's all."

"I'm fine Dad. There's nothing to worry about."

Tony didn't push the subject, knowing how stubborn you are. So he changed the subject, which you were thankful for.

"You want to work on that secret project that you won't tell anyone about?" Tony questioned. So you have a few secrets of your own, it was only natural.

"Yup." Pausing, you looked up and bit your lip in thought. "How long do I get the lab before you kick me out and work on something with Bruce or Peter?"

"Maybe an hour? I don't know, depends on when Peter comes by."

Of course.

Sighing, you shook your head and went back to your homework.

"I'm sorry sweetheart."

"I know. It would be a lot easier if you let me in." You've had this conversation before, and it was always the same. Him telling you it's to dangerous, you telling him you didn't need to be in the field just at home. To help. It was always the same and it got tiring.

Before Tony could get a word in, you sighed and started packing up your stuff. "Whatever. Lunch is almost done. I'll see you later," you said and hung up.

Standing up, you stretched before grabbing your backpack and made your way inside.

"Hey (Y/N)," Peter greeted you at your locker. You gave him a wave as you looked through your books. "Missed you at lunch. Where'd you go?"

"Outside," you answered as you finally found the books you needed. "Wanted to finish some things up." Freeing the books from your locker, you closed it shut and turned to Peter. "Hey, what time will you be at the compound tonight?"

"Um," Peter furrowed his as he thought about it, "6 I think. Why? Need a study buddy?"

You shook your head as you two made it to your class. "Nah, just wondering."

***

With school done, and finally at home, you threw your backpack in your room before running towards the lab.

"Whoa there. Where's the fire?" Tony asked, jumping out of the way so you didn't run into him.

"The lab! I want to get some work done before Peter gets here!"

"What about homework?"

"I've finished half at school and the other half later!" And with that you were gone.

By the time Peter came over, you were nearly finished with your project. You just needed a couple more hours and it was done.

Hearing the lab doors open, you barely had enough time to cover it up and place a box on top of it with the words; DO NOT TOUCH on it.

"Whatcha working on (Y/N)?" Peter asked, bouncing towards you.

"Nothing," you answered giving him a smile, he pouted at the answer.

"Awe come on (Y/N/N) you can tell me."

"Let it go kid, she's not going to crack. I've been trying for days now and she won't tell me," Tony said with a shake of his head.

"What can I say? It's a surprise." Standing up, you stretched hearing bones crack. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to finish my homework." Leaving the two in the lab. "And if you touch the box, I will end you!" you shouted and heard a squeal from Peter causing you to laugh.

***

After a few hours of homework, you walked in the kitchen, needing something to drink and a bit of a break. You noticed Sam talking to Peter and wondered when they became friends. Not wanting to disturb their conversation.

You tried not to eavesdrop, you really did. But when they mentioned Spider-Man, you couldn't help it. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, you lingered for a minute to listen.

"You've done a pretty good job looking out for the little guy, Spider-Boy." You heard Sam say, causing you to crinkle your eyebrows.

"It's Spider-Man," Peter said and nodded. "Thanks, its not easy being Spider-Man and going to school. Trying to find that balance is a bit difficult but I've managed."

"It'll get easier," Sam stated. Though Peter thought differently.

"You're what?" you heard yourself saying, as the words finally sunk in. The bottle of water you were holding fell to the floor, rolling away from you as you stared at Peter.

Peter and Sam whipped around when they finally noticed you were in the room.

"(Y/N)," Peter started, jumping over the couch and made his way to you.

Shaking your head, you turned and quickly left the room. I'm suppose to be a genius. I should have figured it out. I'm (Y/N) fucking Stark. Your inner thoughts rambled as you walked towards the garage.

"(Y/N) wait!" Peter called behind you. You were debating whether or not to stop. But you slowed to a stop and whipped around, arms crossed.

"Peter! We're best friends! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I know," he said, frantically making his way to you, "but your dad didn't want me to say anything!"

"Of course he didn't!" you yelled, turning around you stalked off not wanting

Secrets, more fucking secrets.

"Where are you going?"

"I need some air! Don't follow me!"

You weren't sure how long you've been driving. All you knew was that it was dark, cold and you were hungry.

You were about to turn around when your bike made a sound and stopped. Annoyed, you looked down and saw that you were out of gas. Which only annoyed you further.

Getting off, you walked the bike to the side of the road grumbling the entire time. Kicking the bike stand, you took out your phone and texted Happy your coordinates and that you were in need of some gas.

With nothing to do but wait, you leaned on your bike as you scrolled threw your phone lost in thought.

You were so lost in thought, that you didn't hear footsteps coming towards you.

"What is a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" a male voice said from behind you.

Sighing, you put your phone away and turned around, assessing the three men. Shrugging, you crossed your arms, trying not to show them how scare you were. "Ran our of gas," you said with a shrug.

"Well just keep you company until they get here then," another said.

Shaking your head. "As much as I would love the company, I think I'm going to past."

"Awe come on sweetheart heart, we insist."

"And I insist your ugly asses leave," you stated, and bit your lip. My mouth is going to get me killed.

"What'd you say."

"I didn't think you needed hearing aids. You don't look that old." Shrugging slightly, "but what do I know?" Please shut up.

Growling, the men took out their knives ready for a fight. You weren't sure if you should feel offended that they didn't know you where Tony's daughter or thankful. But you where thankful of Natasha and Bucky and Steve for teaching you how to fight.

And you could stand your ground, provided with the people you were fighting against wasn't someone who trained in the Red Room or two super serum soldiers.

You barely had enough time to ready yourself before the first man took a strike at you. You dodged the tip of the blade by a few inches. And before he had the chance of striking again, you grabbed his arm and twisted it. He yelled in pain dropping the knife.

Before he had the chance of doing something else, you kicked him in the gut pushing him backwards. Another groan and a hiss to his friends for help, all three of them advanced towards you. You managed to dodge a punch but ended up getting nicked by a knife.

Wanting this fight to be done with, you grabbed the knife that was on the ground and threw it, hitting a leg of one of the men. Knowing that will keep him busy for a minute or you, you knocked someone off their feet and hit him on the head with your foot.

One down, two to go.

The man with the knife in his leg had managed to take the knife out of his leg, and started going after you. You ran towards him, and using his chest as leverage, kicking him to the ground as you rolled onto the ground.

You grunted and looked around for some sort of weapon. Eyes finally landing on a thick tree branch, you rolled towards as he started going at you again.

Leaping up, you swung the branch hitting him in the stomach. Clutching his stomach, he leaned forward giving you the perfect chance of hitting him on the head. He fell to the ground unconscious.

"One more t-" you were cut off when you felt arms wrapped around you.

"I'm going to make you pay for what you did," he growled in your ear. That's when fear started inching into your mind. Before you were over come with fear, you elbowed him in the guy, turning around once he let you go, and whacked his head with the branch. Which you were still holding, luckily.

Taking a deep shuttered breath, you called for the police, stating you found three unconscious men on the side of the road. And that one of them was stabbed in the leg.

Hanging up the phone, you kneeled down wanted to make sure that you didn't kill the creeps. That's when you had felt someone behind you. "I would ask if you needed help but it looks like-WHOA!" the voice yelled out and dodged the knife before it could hit its mark.

"Peter!" you hissed as you realized who was standing behind you. "I could have killed you!"

"Luckily I have spider-sense otherwise you would have," he said, looking about scared. You had noticed he wasn't wearing his Spider-man suit. It was just Peter. "Where'd you learn how to fight and throw knifes?"

"Bucky and Nat," you answered, making your way to your bike. You rummaged around until you found some zip-ties. Turning your back to Peter, you went over and tied their hands together for the police when they arrive. "And no, Dad doesn't know."

"How'd you get here anyways?" you asked, turning back to your friend.

"Happy gave me a lift," he answered pointing to the car that was sitting behind him. You looked and saw Happy waving to you slightly.

"I only called him a few minutes ago," you stated confused. "And we're three hours away from the city..." Trailing off you knew how they found you. "Where did my dad put it?"

"Put what? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Peter," you warned, "if you don't tell me I will stab you in the leg."

"It's on your bike," he rushed out, knowing you were one to keep your threats.

You were going to kill him. You were going to murder your dad.

Because of course he would put a tracker on your bike. Of course he would tell Happy to follow you the minute you left the compound. Because its Tony fucking Stark, who can do whatever he pleases.

Not bothering to answer, (Y/N) walked to the car and grabbed the jug of gas from Happy. Peter following your movements with his eyes. "So," he started once you got closer to your bike.

"What do you what Peter?" you asked, filling up your bike. You were tired, and just wanted to go home and sleep.

"I wanted to talk about earlier. But I guess we can talk about it another time."

You nodded in agreement. This is a conversation you needed when you weren't tired and pissed. "Yeah, that would be nice. Just...just not tomorrow."

"When?"

"I don't know. I just need some time I guess."

Peter deflated, hoping you weren't going to say that. "Okay. Well you know where to find me."

***

Three weeks.

It had been three weeks since that night and Peter was started to get anxious. Maybe you didn't want to be his friends anymore.

Truth is, you have forgiven him last week. You just didn't know how to start the conversation.

This was how your three weeks went.

First week, you spent it by completely avoiding Peter, with that Ned and MJ. The both of you not wanting to talk about what happened the Friday before, so they didn't push it.

By the end of Monday, the whole school knew that something happened between the two of you. Because once they get the silent treatment from (Y/N) Stark, they knew they fucked up.

By Friday, they knew that Peter must have done something really bad if it warrant the silent treatment from you for a week.

Week two, you weren't mad now, just disappointed a little. Tuesday, MJ had cornered you and you told her, knowing you needed to vent to someone that wasn't (sorta) involved. And after some curses and name calling, MJ agreed. It was a bit of a dick move of not telling you. Though she had encouraged you to talk to Peter. Get it out in the open.

You tried, you really did. But you didn't know how to even start up the conversation. So you spent the rest of the week figuring it out.

By Wednesday of the third week, MJ was starting to get annoyed with you. So she pulled you to the groups usual table at lunch, ignoring your protest. Ignoring the whispers in the room, you huffed and sat down beside MJ.

Which made you face Peter.

"Sup losers," MJ greeted and took out her sketch book. You just waved and started playing with your food, wondering if Peter was done being your friend.

Which was silly, you were the one that needed time.

"So, why is (Y/N) giving you the silent treatment?" Ned asked Peter, slightly ignoring you.

"She knows Ned, I thought I told you?"

"You did, clearly you guys need a push in the conversation," Ned stated and you glared at him.

"Mm. From what I heard, you're still ignoring the whole team," MJ stated, directed the statement to (Y/N). Peter and Ned's eyes grew in shock as they stared at you. This was news to them.

"You can do that?" Ned asked. "Ignore them and not cave?"

You snorted and shook your head. Taking a breath, you shrugged getting ready to take to them for the first time in three weeks. "It wasn't easy. I caved to all but my dad."

"Who'd you started talking to first?"

"Bucky. I can't stay mad at him for very long. Caved in that Saturday. Then it was Natasha. But that was only because she barged into my room and told me I was being childish and accused me of acting like my dad. Which is not something you want to hear first thing in the morning. So we ended up sparing for the rest of the day."

At this point Tony had figured out you snuck behind his back and made friends with the team. He couldn't do anything about it because you still refused to talk and listen to him. Showing him how stubborn a Stark can actually be.

"Who was next?" MJ urged, sketchbook abandoned. You had neglected to tell her this last week. So yeah, she became more invested in the story.

"Pepper. But that's cuz she scares me more then Natasha."

Ned snorted and shook his head. "You're scared of Pepper Potts?" Daring yourself, you looked up at Peter both thinking the same thing. Pepper can be scary when she needs to be.

"Shut up, Ned." Peter came to your defence and you offered him a small smile.

"So anyways, then it was Bruce." There was a pause as you thought for a moment. "No wait, I lied. Bruce was the first to get me to cave. Then it was Bucky. And I only caved to Bruce that night."

MJ snorted and shook her head. "I'm not even surprised."

"Rude." Poking your tongue at her, causing everyone to laugh. It was crazy how easy it was to fall into your habits before Spider-Man. "It's only because he has a very special place in my heart, okay?"

"Yeah sure whatever you say, nerd."

You huffed and shook your head, not having a comeback to that. "Anyways, Steve was the last that I had forgiven. Though he did the same thing Nat did. Barged into my room and gave a me a lecture about being the better man and come to reason and whatnot. I'm not actually sure what he said I tuned out quarter way through. I had asked him if I said I forgive if he would stop with the lecture. He said yes and that his planned worked."

"Wait, his plan for you to forgive him was to lecture you until you caved?" Peter asked, you nodded. "Wow, just a Steve way to go."

"Right? But I think he missed our talks about books and stuff. Whatever, I missed them too."

"You forgot Barton," MJ reminded you.

"Oh yeah. I couldn't really be mad at him, he wasn't there most of the time. Did bother me that he knew though. Wanda and Vision I couldn't stay mad for very long either and Sam, well I don't know yet."

"What about Thor?" Peter asked.

"Right! Couldn't really stay mad at someone who's been off world."

"And you haven't talked to your dad since?" Ned asked, chewing on his sandwich.

"Yup. I think this is the longest time I've given him the silent treatment."

The bell rang, singling that lunch was over. The four of you stood and threw out your garbage as you made you way out of the cafeteria.

"Hey (Y/N)," Peter called. You stopped and turned around to face him. Giving him the go ahead, knowing what he was about to ask. "Can we talk? You know about, well, that?"

You nodded slowly, and started playing with your backpack string. "Yeah. Are you going to the compound after school? We can walk together and talk then?"

Peter's face lit up causing you to laugh. "Yeah sure. Meet you at your locker after school."

School finally over, you were at your locker putting away the books you didn't need and took out the ones you did need.

"Hey (Y/N)," Peter greeted just as you closed your locker.

"Dork," you greeted back and the two of you left the school in silence.

"So you're not mad at me anymore?" Peter finally asked as the two of walked further from the school.

You tilted your head before shaking it. "No not anymore. I'm just, well, just a little disappointed I guess."

Peters' shoulders slumped in defeat. That's worst then being mad. "I wanted to tell you, (Y/N) I swear!"

"I know," you continued noticing Peter's mood, "but I get why Dad wanted to keep it from me. He thinks that if I'm not part of the life as a superhero life I'd stay out of danger. But he also has to understand that everyone knows I'm his daughter, that I'm Iron Man's daughter. And it doesn't matter how much he tries, I'm always at risk of being in danger."

"So I'm forgiven?" Peter asked, looking hopeful.

(Y/N) tapped her chin pretending to dwell on that. Peter's face fell causing you to laugh. "Yeah Parker, I forgive you." Peter pushed you gently as you laughed. "Just no more secrets okay?"

"No more secrets," Peter promised. "So, does that mean I get to know what you're working on in the lab?"

You laughed and shook your head. "Nope, not until its done." Peter pouted but you could see the smile in his eyes. "Oh, I should probably mention that MJ knows about Spider-Man."

"(Y/N)!" Peter exclaimed, "you told her?!"

"Oh relax, I didn't tell her anything. She figured it out on her own. Apparently, you weren't very subtle about it."

"I was subtle enough that you didn't know," Peter pointed out. You frowned as you never thought about it.

"Yeah. That bothers me actually. MJ knew before I did, and I'm suppose to be a genius."

"MJ's just more observant then you," Peter said with a smile. You gasped and punched his shoulder.

"You take that back!"

"Can't take back what's true," Peter laughed and started running, making you run after him.

"Hey kids," Tony greeted as you and Peter walked into the common area. Both of you slightly out of breath.

"Hey Mr. Stark," Peter greeted with a wave. You just ignored him as you have since three weeks ago.

"I'll see you later Peter," you said instead and started walking towards your room.

"She forgave you and not me?!" Tony questioned. All Peter could do was offer a shrug. Turning around to face (Y/N), he shouted, "you can't keep this up forever!" It was met with the middle finger and Peter's attempt to not laugh. "You're grounded for a week!" This time it was met with a thumbs up.

"At least she's responding," Peter offered, Tony only glared.

So yeah, you've forgiven your dad over the weekend. You kept up the silent treatment just to annoy him.

Bonus (because apparently I have no self control):

“Hey guys?” you asked, and the three of your friends hummed. That Friday found you, Peter, Ned and MJ were sitting in the compound's main area. A movie was playing but none of you were paying much attention. Peter was sitting at the edge of the couch playing on his phone, with your head resting on his lap as you read a book. MJ laid on the floor drawing, and Ned was making something out of Lego's.

“Who would win in a fight? Thor or Carol?”

“Neither. Thor is Carol's fanboy. He wouldn't fight him,” Peter said without much thought.

“Why would they fight in the first place?” Ned questioned. You shrugged, just staring at the pages of your book.

“Maybe Thor turned evil and Carol's the only one available to,” MJ offered.

“That doesn't make sense, he'll never turn evil. He's Thor, the god of thunder.”

“This is theoretical Ned. It's not suppose to make sense,” you say throwing him a look. Closing the book, letting it fall to your chest. “I think Carol would win.”

“Because she's one of the toughest Avengers?” Ned asked.

“No, because she's a woman Ned.” MJ said sarcastically, fist bumping your outstretched arm. Ned rolled his eyes as Peter snorting.

“Okay, who would win between Natasha and Clint?” MJ asked.

“Natasha,” you stated simply. “She wouldn't have to do anything. Just stare at him and he'll stop.”

“I resent that!” Clint said from the vents in the ceiling.”

“You didn't let me finish!” Pause. “And you know it's true! As I was saying before we so rudely interrupted!” yelling the last part, causing everyone to laugh. “They wouldn't fight cause they care about each other.”

“Whatcha talking about kiddos?” Tony asked stopping the conversation.

“Who would win in a fight,” you said not paying attention.

“Ha! Ned you own me 50 bucks!” MJ exclaimed as Ned groaned.

You turned your head and stared at your friends in confusion, not seeing Tony's shocked face.

“They made a bet about you. See how long it would take you take talk to Tony,” Peter explained watching your face as it dawned on you.

“Fuck,” you whispered. Sitting up, you looked behind the couch and smiled sheepishly.

“My baby girl is talking to me!” Tony cried out happily, you rolled your eyes. “That means I'm forgiven!”

“Yup I forgive.”

“Well damn,” he whispered, “just because you know everyone now doesn't mean you get to go out with and fight.”

“Dad, that's not what I want to do at all,” you said propping your elbows on the back of the couch.

“Then what?” Tony asked confused. You were his daughter, he had assumed that you wanted to be just like Iron Man. So he couldn't understand why you didn't want to fight.

“I want to be the guy in the chair.”

“Hey!”

“You can be Spider-Man's guy in the chair, Ned. I want to be the Avengers guy in the chair,” you explained. “Help with the suit upgrades and research. I want to help you and Bruce in the lab and help Steve come up with strategies for missions. I want to become a scientist and help the world in a lab. I can't do that if I'm fighting for the world.”

Tony's eyes started to well as he tried not to let the tears fall. “You really are a Stark!”

“Of course I am. Who else could rival your sass?” He laughed shook his head.

“Okay, okay. You can become an Avenger, just only in the lab.”

“No place I’d rather be.”

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wolfcrunch · 5 years

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Thoughts on Mirio Togata and a certain Quirk...

Y’all finally ready??? lets go

SPOILERS FOR ANYONE NOT HAVING READ THE OVERHAUL ARC

(also contains minor spoilers from other arcs? major at the very end for Overhaul arc)

time to,,,,, talk about why I, personally, don’t believe Mirio should be as deserving of OFA as everyone else thinks he is, why Sir Nighteye was in the wrong and everything about that.

Now I do want to,, say a few things first

yes, if you know me even a little bit you will know I am not the biggest fan of Mirio - he actually happens to be in my top 10 most disliked characters. HOWEVER I’m going to do my best to keep my thoughts neutral (to be fair, it was the fanbase that turned me off liking him)

the exact same thing goes for Sir Nighteye, but even worse - again, I won’t rag on him and I do understand why he acted the way he was, sorta

this post will honestly be a mess oof. but mostly I’m going to just dump all the thoughts I can; including how the timeline would change, characters personal feelings and such

THIS POST IS JUST MY OPINION THUS FAR! it might change when Season 4 of the anime airs, and I have extra time to go through the arc again. and of course, if you think Mirio does deserve OFA then thats perfectly fine too! everyone has their own opinions, I don’t expect this to change any minds.

Power-wise, Mirio is deserving - however, this is factoring his own quirk out of this

ALSO NOTE this post has no structure as I’ve said before so...oops?

Ok so to basically start this off; we see Mirio before he loses his quirk as a rather hardworking, bright and sunny student. And yes, first thoughts would be ‘he is the perfect choice’, and I see why people think so. His mastery of his own quirk is rather impressive; if anything, he might’ve been like All Might, able to master OFA much faster. Not to imagine how the quirk would mix with his own, and with future quirks.

But seeing the type of person Mirio is...someone who holds himself so proudly over how he controls his current quirk...I don’t think he would’ve accepted OFA to begin with. He’s already shown the instance of this in canon.

I understand the occurrence of this interaction wouldn’t be the same, but regardless it counts for how he might approach it all. He strikes me a lot like All Might; he’s already powerful enough with his quirk, he’s already got enough control - why would he need to accept this gift, regardless of the power it holds, or the sentiment?

He’s already standing in the ring.

Which also leads me to something All Might has said before, when confiding in Bakugou about why he chose Midoriya to be his successor of all people.

Again, I know the circumstances aren’t the exact same. But I feel like Mirio is the type of character who would prefer the quirk go to someone less fortunate, for he already has so much going for him.

Of course, I could be completely wrong. He might have accepted it, if for the sake of All Might and Sir Nighteye; but I would like to think he wouldn’t. Mirio also reminds me of Midoriya in that regard; caring for others over themselves.

This is also partially why I want to believe that Mirio wont get his quirk back. I feel like it would be so much better for his character to remain quirkless, and to become what Midoriya could’ve been if he had not gotten OFA. That would make his character arc really improve and be really good writing for him.

I’d also like to point out that whilst Mirio is very well much like All Might when it comes to personality and how he holds himself as a hero...one major thing brings them apart, this major part being something Midoriya excels in, and we’ve seen this is various instances.

Mirio...is hesitant.

He was hesitant when it came to their first meeting with Eri. Yes, he is a seasoned student, and knowing how dangerous Overhaul was - it was for the best that they let Eri go.

But you can’t always hesistate. Sometimes you have to jump in...and I feel like Mirio doesn’t have that drive, not like All Might and Midoriya. It was this exact same trait that caused All Might to choose. Midoriya leaped in to save Bakugou, consequences be dammed. I don’t think Mirio could do that.

And now...Sir Nighteye.

My distaste for Sir Nighteye is unique - and it might mostly stem from the fact that I am a Midoriya stan.

Now, I do understand why he was firstly portrayed as he was - bitter towards our protagonist. His character is a rather complex one; he starts off as a rude man but eventually we see why and how he came to be that way, and what shaped him - All Might’s future.

Anyone being faced with the death of the Symbol of Peace, the strongest hero, and having no way to change it would be unnerved. Sir Nighteye was scared, and his reaction is justified...in a way, considering he worked with All Might himself. The two were work partners, and it was this uncertain future that split them apart.

Sir Nighteye had every reason to grow apart from All Might, he only wanted to try protecting him. Being one of the only heroes who knew about One For All, he also wanted to make sure it was passed to the right successor, which is understandable.

But Sir Nighteye, I feel, approached the situation in the wrong way. We see that very clearly when Midoriya has to fight him in order to be accepted as his intern.

This scene just...rubs me the wrong way when it came to Sir Nighteye’s character. There were plenty of other ways he could’ve tried to deal with this.

He doesn’t have to accept Midoriya, no, but he should’ve put his bitter resentment aside. He only knows Midoriya as the kid who breaks his bones with his quirk. He doesn’t know how much Midoriya had to fight to control this quirk - and even then, he still can’t control it.

But also Midoriya’s expression when he finds out Mirio was ‘first in line’;

Midoriya still likely suffers from something akin to Impostor’s Syndrome - again, various hints have been placed throughout the manga/series itself. That’s not surprising.

Sir Nighteye’s dismissal of him wielding OFA was awful.

Sir Nighteye shouldn’t have a choice in the first place. That’s also what annoys me.

OFA is not his quirk...I don’t understand why he went and trained a successor for a quirk he can’t pass, for a quirk that isn’t his to decide. All Might isn’t the best teacher...but Sir Nighteye didn’t trust him, obviously. He didn’t trust the Symbol of Peace to be competent enough to find someone worthy.

That ‘someone worthy’ ended out being Midoriya. But Sir Nighteye still blatantly went ahead with this ‘great idea’.

Sir Nighteye as a character does improve - by the end of the Overhaul Arc, we know he has come to terms with Midoriya - has spoken about him, ect. But the fact he gets killed off right after still left the sour taste in my mouth of his first introduction.

Not to mention his quirk; I understand that Sir Nighteye was frightened by All Might’s death, but doesn’t his quirk allow him to show the future? They could’ve looked to see who All Might chose; and they could’ve risen that successor together.

All the hardship and bitterness could’ve easily been avoided.

And now, y’all, lets go through the current canon events and dissect how everything would’ve turned out if Mirio had gotten OFA instead;

(leaving off from the standpoint where Midoriya still saved Bakugou from the sludge villain, but was never offered OFA)

The Entrance Exam: Uraraka possibly would’ve been seriously worse off than in canon. We don’t know if the teachers would’ve stopped the robot in time for nothing serious to occur - since no one would be there to punch the robot.

Quirk Assessment Test: not terribly bad, but a student possibly would’ve been expelled - even several.

USJ: At the very least, Tsu and Mineta would be dead. Aizawa and All Might would also possibly be dead, and perhaps even other students. The League would’ve been much more successful, and the media would be even more down UA’s throats.

Sports Festival: Todoroki maybe wouldn’t have indulged to anyone about his backstory; he would’ve gone on to use only his ice. I don’t believe many of the other students who he’d consider ‘strong enough’ would try to encourage him like Midoriya did during their battle. It’d also be safe to say that because of this, he wouldn’t visit his mother afterwards.

Hero Killer: Stain: Due to Midoriya not interning with Gran Torino, and seeing as the events with Tensei would still occur, Tenya would still go after the villain with revenge. It’d likely that both he and Native would die by Stain since there is no Midoriya or Todoroki to intervene.

Final Exams: Nothing too terrible happens here - but its likely that Bakugou would be off worse.

Training Camp: Bakugou and Todoroki, perhaps even more students would’ve been kidnapped by the League. Kouta likely would’ve been killed by Muscular, and still would’ve hated heroes.

Kamino Ward: AFO vs All Might still occurs - but the outcome very well could’ve ended differently. The League might’ve gotten away with the students they kidnapped, and All Might might lose due to the fact he was holding back due to Bakugou in canon.

Provisional License Exam: Again, not that bad - some of the students might’ve not passed alongside Bakugou and Todoroki. If Toga still sneaks in, she either would’ve gotten no blood or the blood of someone else.

Overhaul/Internship Arc: Very possibly Eri might’ve never been saved. The prophecy with All Might not be twisted. Sir Nighteye still might die...and Mirio could’ve still, very likely, gotten shot. Where does that leave him? Probably without both his original quirk and One For All. The villains would win.

And that’s only if UA still remained open after earlier events. UA would be at the very real possibility of closing after the events of the USJ, allowing at least two students and possibly one or two teachers to die.

Midoriya, as a character, has made such an impact that the storyline would be vastly different. Several characters changed for the better because of his presence in the storyline with OFA. So many characters had the real chance of being badly hurt or killed if Midoriya hadn’t interfered in some way, shape or form.

He can’t interfere if he doesn’t have OFA.

Midoriya possess more of a hero’s ideals than Mirio when it comes to several,,, things in general. Mirio doesn’t really possess what Midoriya does, and would almost feel like an All Might copy.

Midoriya is truly working to make this quirk his own...Mirio would’ve had a better time, but we never would’ve seen the struggle our lovely green protagonist went through. The pain, the blood, the tears...Mirio wouldn’t have that - at least, not to the same extent.

And that is why Mirio doesn’t suit being the MC, or being the holder of OFA.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mirio togata #sir nighteye #all might #midoriya izuku #one for all #meta?#my thoughts are a mess sorry if this post isnt easy to read #lemillion #big three #queue

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iloveyou-morethanthis · 6 years

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The Man of My Dreams

Word Count: 3,000

Rating: angst, mystery, eventual smut

Summary: A car accident steals four years of memory from a girl. Anyone in this circumstance would be surrounded by loved ones. But she's not. They've all abandoned her, or so she thinks? She's made new friends, and fallen in love again. But are they really new friends? Is it really a new love? Secrets, lies, deception all for the sake of protection. As her memories start to comeback she begins to recognize a familiar figure in her memories but before it all comes back she's in danger again. Will she survive long enough to uncover the secret in her own?

Dark.

Cold.

Quiet.

She awoke gasping for air.

Choking. Drowning?

That's how she always wakes up from them.

Dreams? Nightmares? Memories?

They don't happen as frequently now.

Once a month, maybe?

At least now they seem to guide her. As if they're trying to tell her something. She's no longer afraid of what they have to show her. The visions, as her therapist calls them, are her ‘suppressed memories’ trying to ‘resurface’. They always show her snippets and clips but never the full movie. Sometimes her mind plays reruns and she'll have the same dream for weeks. Sometimes they're new. Sometimes she'll remember them. Most of the time she doesn't. But there's one thing that's always the same.

Him.

She knows him.

Well she did, or did she?

“Maybe he’s your guide?” Her therapist would say.

Maybe he's my anchor. She thinks. He never takes me anywhere. He's always just....there

*ding*

The familiar sound of the front door rang through the coffee shop. At 6:30 in the morning the shop was usually buzzing, but it’s Saturday, even in the city, not many people are bustling around this early in the morning. She’s an exception of course, being assistant to the Head of Design for multi-million dollar fashion company meant that vacations and weekends mean nothing to her workload. This Saturday was no exception. The Fall line is to be released in one month, so her team is working overtime to prepare the finishing looks, prepping models and arranging last minute seating charts for the fashion show guests. Not to mention all the while preparing the looks books for next year’s summer and fall lines. Thankfully the Spring show is being handled by the second design team. Handling one season is hard enough, but getting three seasons in a row is unbearable. If fashion wasn’t something she loved she would’ve quit the first day of her internship, if you could call 72 work hours of stitch removal an internship. She still remembers soaking her hands in warm water the first weekend and crying to her brother about the witch she now calls her boss. He told her to quit if she hated it so much but she was determined to make it. She’s always wanted her own fashion line, and if getting it means she has to make deals with the devil, then show her the dotted line.

“Good Morning Katsumi.” The young man behind the counter greeted her.

“Good Morning Nini, and how come you never call me Sumi?” She returns his smile.

The man smirked, with a quick look behind him he leaned in close and spoke, “You know I’d call you that if it wasn’t for you know who.”

She peeked over his shoulder looking down the hallway. Just beyond the boxes of to-be-stocked coffee beans she could see his office. Jongin’s boss was mulling over some papers, with his silver rimmed glasses perched at the tip of his nose. He looks exhausted. His dark bangs falling into his face. He must have stayed up late last night only to return first thing this morning. She wanted nothing more than to walk behind the counter and run her fingers through his hair, to soothe and comfort the man.

“He works too hard,” Jongin says shaking her from her thoughts.

“Yeah, he does.” She agreed. Lifting her eyes to the office one last time she’s met with an empty desk. The man instead is standing in the doorway just behind Nini, looking right at her. She starts to stutter good morning but the air in her chest remains trapped. Words never breaking out. He's handsome. Gorgeous even. She's smitten. He's not nearly as tall or broad as Jongin, but still built, his muscles firm beneath his too tight dress shirts and dress pants (not that she was looking, but if she was she'd report a marvellous ass carved by the gods.) As perfect as his body was, it was his face that bewitched her. His doe eyes were a deep dark brown, so deep that when she looked into them she could see her secrets welling inside them. As if him looking at her could cause her to bare everything to him. His smile was contagious, his laugh just as precious. On the off chance she was graced with its beauty she felt happy for days. His smile was mostly gums and teeth, but boy was it the cutest thing she'd ever seen. She wanted nothing more that to see it on him always and to be the reason for that smile.

“Good morning Ma’am, is it your usual today.” The man said stepping from the doorway to the machines on Nini’s right.

“Actually sir I've already got it ready.” Nini said stepping to his left and handing over a large to go coffee and a warmed croissant in a small bag. Looking to his boss and back at Jongin she spoke a small thank you.

“Making me look bad,huh?” Minseok raised a brow in their direction.

“Oh please you're just making an excuse to not finish your work, a very pretty excuse if you ask me.” Nini quips, shooting a wink in Sumi direction. The heat in her cheeks rising quickly, while she silently wills it to disappear. An accidental glance towards Jongin’s boss shows she not the only one with tinted cheeks.

“So you're in awful early on a Saturday morning, even for you?” Minseok questions.

“Ugh tell me about it. Between closing the summer line and opening the fall one, yah girl gets no sleep.” She says using exaggerated hand motions. This brings a smile to both men's faces.

“Do they have you working Spring this coming year? Surely not Winter to finish out the year?” He questions, eyes full of concern.

“Thankfully no Spring. After the flower fiasco of 2017, I refuse to step within 10 feet of a Spring lookbook.” At that Jongin chuckles, apparently recalling her stories of the baby runways and mini flower floats. Her boss was lucky she actually liked children but that was more than she could say for the rest of her team.

“As for Winter I'll be joining the executive team as a designer. My accessory line was approved, so I won't have to plan the events for the season but just participate. It'll be nice, in a nerve wrecking kind of way.”

“Oh my god, Congratulations, Sumi!” Minseok expresses, noticing Sumi’s surprise he adds, “Really, I mean it. It's a big deal to have your line appear. Especially on the executive team. Your work must be amazing if you've only been with them for 3 years.”

She can feel her cheeks warming again at the praise. “Thank you. I'd like to think it's because I work hard, but my work is pretty amazing if I do say so myself.” She winks. Looking to her watch it reads 6:45am, she doesn't need to be in the office until 7:30 but not wanting to catch traffic she decides to say her goodbyes.

“Nini are you gonna be at the studio next weekend for Yixing’s classes?” She asks.

Jongin and Sumi met at Yixing's dance studio, not too far from the coffee shop. Even though they go to the studio for different reasons, Jongin to choreograph and Sumi to relax, they both love dance. That's what they built their friendship on, it's also how she found the coffee shop, and in turn Minseok. She'd been coming to this coffee shop for almost 2 years. Her and Nini meeting shortly prior, their friendship never extended past the studio and the coffee shop. She was okay with that. In the time she's been coming to the shop, she and Minseok had never exchanged anything more than a few pleasantries, it was love at first sight. Well from her sight.

“Yep, and guess who's gonna be recording his choreo?” Jongin says wiggling his eyebrows.

“No way!! Is this the same one you were working on in spring?! I'm so glad you finally finished. Does this mean he's gonna let you teach it? Oh please please teach it! I better feature in this video or we’re gonna fight.” She joked. Jongin worked hard on his choreos always honing his skills making sure each move was perfect and if anything felt off or just not quite right it never saw the light of day, that is until he found just what was missing.

“Promise. I teach first thing Saturday morning. I'm nervous, it's not like it's my first time teaching but I guess since the class is international it makes it a big deal.”

“You'll do great Nini. Don't worry about it. I'll be right there in the front row” She encourages. At that moment another customer walks through the door. “Well I should get going I will see you guys later.” She waves.

Minseok and Jongin laugh. “We'll see you tomorrow.” They chime.

“Heyyyyyy.” She faux pouts. “I have the day off tomorrow so I was gonna sleep in.”

“Mhmm sure,” Minseok taunts, as Jongin helps the new arrival. “So I'll just make your coffee for dine-in, maybe even later in the day? 8:30?”

She sighs, tapping a finger on her chin thoughtfully. “I suppose I do have some errands to run tomorrow. I guess spending the morning here wouldn't hurt.” She smiles. Minseok nods in acknowledgement and waves her out the door. With a quick wave from Nini she heads down the sidewalk towards her car.

At seven o'clock it's time to close up shop. He let Jongin go home early. Since he goes to school now he lets him pull doubles on weekends as to not disturb his class work. He always feels bad for him and tries to send him home to get some rest when the shop isn't busy. The kid works too hard. He's wiping down the last table when he hears the door open.

“We're closed.” He calls out to the customer.

“Ah, sorry about that. Good thing I'm not here for coffee,” the customer states.

Minseok's heard that voice before, and he's certainly not fond of it. It's arrogant, irritating, bitchy, pushy and too smooth. His voice sounds like it belongs to a seasoned salesman. The kind that sells you what you never needed, takes your last penny and you never realize it till you've already sold your soul. He's the devil.

“Well, to what do I owe the pleasure, Yuta.” Tucking the towel in his back pocket, he places the last chair on the table. He hates saying the young man's name, it always leaves a foul taste in his mouth.

“Shall we sit?” The younger asks motioning to a booth by the window. No doubt making the elder an easy target for whatever gunman the younger has stationed outside, should Minseok try anything. Which, sounds like a pleasing thought, but he's not in the mood to take a bullet over a good sock to the younger’s face. Minseok heads to the booth and takes a seat. He glances out the window for any visible signs of Yuta’s men, but it's all in vain. Even with his trained eye he could only guess the spots they're in. After all this is his territory, so Minseok is confident that even if he doesn't have eyes on Yuta’s men, then Seungcheol definitely does. He and Jongdae were opposed to him opening up the coffee shop complaining that it leaves him exposed and vulnerable. He's been known to live on the edge never worrying about consequences, that is, until that day. He always knew his risk-taking would get him hurt, maybe even kill him. He was ready for that, but he wasn’t ready when the consequences fell to someone he cared most about. He never expected that she would have to pay the price.

“I'm sure you know why I'm here.” Yuta smiles warmly. To those who don't know him they'd trust that smile in good faith, but Minseok knows that smile all too well, it sends cold chills down his spine.

“Actually, I'm not quite sure why you're here. As I recall, we settled our business months ago with no intentions of renegotiating.” Minseok said sternly. Minseok is almost 32 and has obtained, maintained and controlled most of Seoul’s underground for a decade, as well as outer lying cities. He was young like Yuta when he came up. He was arrogant pushed the boundaries and grew his territory with a relentless hunger and iron fist. Yuta has recently overtaken a smaller rival gang that originated in Minseok’s home town of Guri. The gang has always been a thorn in his foot, but he never had any desire or need to extinguish until Yuta appeared. The younger is like a starving leopard, his blood lust evident on his face. The younger man pushed an envelope across the table.

“I think this will reopen our negotiations.” His smile grew into something similar to the Cheshire Cat. The elder grabbed the manila and opened it. He splayed it's contents across the table in front of him.

There were pictures. Five freshly printed photos of her. Of Sumi. Each one he could tell was from different times of the year. The first was from last year around summer time she hadn't been coming to the shop for long at that point. The next photo was of her leaving her apartment that following winter, then again in early spring. Each picture leading up to today. It was her exiting her car from her office’s private parking garage.

He was fuming. Minseok is usually good at controlling his anger but once you've pressed his buttons he sees red. And right now Yuta’s blood was the red he sought after. He wants nothing more than to spill his blood across his freshly cleaned table.

How dare he bring her into this? How dare he even consider threatening her? Bringing someone innocent into this. She's done nothing and means nothing to him. What could he possibly—How does he even know? Does he know?

Looking up from the pictures into Yuta's eyes, he gets all the answers he was looking for. Yes, he plans to use her against him. Yes, he will do anything to get what he wants, even harming her. And yes, he does know.....exactly who she is.

“Ahh, so you do know who she is.” Yuta drawls. “I was under the impression my men were following a useless lead.” He chuckles. “But seeing the look on your face shows me I should've put more resources into this much sooner.” Smirking he interlocks his fingers and places his hands under his chin.

“So, what do you say? You give me the outer cities. I already have Guri, what about I give you the girl and you give me Suwon and Ansan.”

“That's bold. Even for you.”

“Well, how much does she mean to you?” His face darkens. “Besides, Suwon isn't much worth to you, it sits on your outer boundaries. What would you really be giving up? A few hundred thousand won? Besides, Ansan is your baby, that where you keep your arsenal isn't it?” The glint in his eyes are starting to grow into a wildfire. “The girl means nothing to me. But she means a lot to you, Ansan and your trading ports mean a lot to me, and I can't just stand by and watch you forsake them. So I propose a trade—”

“Not happening” he counters. “What you're gonna do, is walk back out that door you came in, get in you car and drive home. The next time you set foot in my territory is the last time you walk.” His whole demeanour darkens. He can see it even rattles Yuta, not enough to scare him but enough to catch him off guard. “That girl is off limits. You wanna throw her into the mix then you can consider yourself cut off. No more deals, no more supplies. If you want so badly to be a solo independent organization then prove it. But you just bit the hand that feeds you, and I put those dogs down, not kick them out. If it's a war you want then that's what you get, but you're undermanned and if you think your equipped to handle something of this magnitude then you're dumber than I thought. Now get the fuck out of my coffee shop.”

With that the younger man stands and exits, just as confident, if not more so, than when he came in. This is what he wanted. He came to strike a nerve, and that he did. Minseok doesn't care if he put if heart on his sleeve or let his emotions show, it's how he's always been and it's how he'll continue to be. He's never backed down from a fight, and he's not going to now. Yuta's messes with the wrong boss today, and he's gonna out that brat in his place, then put him out of his misery.

He grabs the photos in the envelope and locks up the shop. He exits through the backdoor into the the cool night air. Picking up the buzzing phone from his pocket he swipes to answer. “Yeah. I know.” Is all he says into the receiver before hanging up. He doesn't let himself think about anything the whole 30 minute ride to his night club deep in the heart of Seoul. He cherishes the silence knowing that it'll be his last of the calm be the storm. He may not get this again till he's rid himself of Yuta. Or until Yuta get rid of him.

He pulls his car to the secret entrance at the back of his club. Jongdae is already waiting for him. He didn't need to look at his best friend to know the look he carried on his face. It was one mixed with concern and disappointment. Jongdae is his right hand man. Best friend since childhood. When they started in this business Minseok was the muscle and he was the brains. Where Minseok can be hot headed, Jongdae was always ten steps ahead and had contingency plans for his contingency plans. All jobs Jongdae headed were bound for success, if anyone could get him out of this mess it would be him.

“Before you say it, let's find the mole so I can blow off some steam.” Minseok entered the building, he could feel the bass vibrating through the walls.

“I already know who it is, but you're not getting his name. We need him, for now at least,” Jongdae said taking the lead and heading up a stairwell to the office.

“Jongdae—” Minseok wanted to say more but was cut off.

“Look Minnie the first course of action is contacting Kyungsoo. He needs to know.”

“He'll kill me.”

“Then we agree on something.”

Cont.

#exo #kyungsoo #kyungsoo angst #kaisoo #xiumin #jongdae #chen #minseok #jongin #yixing #chanyeol #baekhyun #chaptered fic

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boneless-pineapplepizza · 6 years

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Study Buddy

Series: Part 5

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (any gender)

Summary: (Y/N) is super popular, but has bad grades. Peter Parker is almost the opposite; a super nerdy kid who gets good grades. Out of desperation, (Y/N) asks Peter to be their tutor. But what if the one-on-one study sessions turn out to be something more?

Warnings: ...angst? Don’t worry! There’s fluff too. And curse words.

A/N: UGH! I had to rewrite this part like, a billion times because I was suffering from writer’s block this week and my dumb brain wouldn’t work, so that just fricken sucked. Hopefully this part didn’t turn out as bad as I thought it did. Enjoy the story! (ok I also don’t know how an academic decathlon works so I just guessed. I’m sorry if it’s SUPER DUPER wrong).

Your eyes opened as morning pulled you into the view. You groaned as you got ready, throwing your clothes on your body and shoving all of your stuff in a duffle bag. You waved goodbye to your parents as you left the house that morning, starting your commute to the school. It surprised you that they let you go on the trip to D.C. so last minute.

You trudged your feet on the sidewalk as you made your way to the high school. Your droopy eyes tried to fight the amount of coffee you chugged down before you left your house. It was way too early in the morning for you to be awake, but you had to keep your promise to Liz, even if you were slightly mad at her.

But it wasn’t her fault. She probably doesn’t even know Peter likes her that way. She couldn’t help the way she acted, because if she acted any different, then she wouldn’t be ‘Liz’ or your best friend. She’d just be someone in the Senior year.

It wasn’t Peter’s fault either. As much as it made your blood boil that he liked your best friend, you also knew that it was hard to control that emotion. Besides, you didn’t have as many classes with him compared to Liz.

How could you even start to compare yourself to Liz? She’s got it all: perfect, pretty, and more popular than you could ever be.

The only person who you could think to blame was you. You knew that he liked Liz before you liked him. If anything, it was you who put yourself in this situation.

Not Peter, not Liz. You.

You sighed to yourself as you continued on your way to the school.

You had to focus. The only reason why you agreed to study with Peter was to stay on the Cross Country team, not to fall for him once again.

You needed to sort your thoughts and prioritize. Peter wants a date with Liz, and you agreed to help him. You want to stay on the Cross Country team. Or at least that’s what you think you want.

You faced a dilemma. You could keep your head out of the clouds and live in the present, which meant focusing on your grades and staying on the team. Or you could chase after the boy who was slowly ruining your life and making you question everything.

You had to pick one. Having both would not only be a freaking miracle, but impossible.

Would Peter be worth chasing? He seems so mysterious nowadays. It wasn’t like before, when he’d tell you everything. Something in your gut made you feel like he was hiding something important. He seemed so focused on the Stark Internship, and only talked to a few people. You also still had to work your way on earning his trust. Although he seemed to be comfortable around you, it wasn’t the same.

What about Cross Country? Was that really what you wanted? It seemed like a good idea in the beginning of the year. Now you weren’t so sure. Doing well in sports looks good in resumes, and could potentially get you into a good college.

Compared to you, Peter didn’t have to worry about that sort of thing. Not only was he crazy smart and had good grades, but the Stark Internship opened him to endless jobs that paid well.

You’d have to think about it over the weekend. Without Peter there, maybe you could make up your mind.

You saw the Scholastic Decathlon team gather near the front of the school. You picked up your pace and made your way towards the team.

“Hey guys,” You greeted, “Sorry if I’m late.”

“It’s fine, (Y/N),” Liz reassured you, “We were actually about to get on the bus now. Did you bring everything you need for the weekend?”

You nodded your head in response.

Mr. Harrington came out of the school with the attendance sheet and a bright yellow jacket. You thanked him as he gave you the jacket, slipping your arms through the sleeves. You were surprised to see your name on the attendance sheet, since you weren’t officially on the team. Nonetheless, you checked your name off the attendance sheet. Liz helped you load your stuff in the compartment in the lower part of the school bus.

Mr. Harrington cleared his throat, “Alright, you guys ready to-”

“Mr. Harrington!” You heard a voice call out. You looked around for the person who the voice belonged to. You saw Peter in the distance, waving his hand in your direction and running towards the bus. What the hell was he doing here?

“Mr. Harrington!” He repeated. His voice was out of breath, “I was hoping I could rejoin the team.”

“No, no way!” Flash protested, “You can't quit on us, stroll up and be welcomed back by everyone.” Although you hated Flash, you couldn’t help but agree with him. You could NOT spend the weekend with Peter, not with your thoughts all jumbled up.

“Hey, welcome back, Peter! Flash, you're back to first alternate,” Mr. Harrington said.

“What?” You and Flash said simultaneously. Your eyes widened at Mr. Harrington. How could he just let him do that?

“He's taking your place, Flash,” Abe clarified.

“Excuse me, can we go already? I was hoping to get in some protesting in front of an embassy before dinner,” Michelle spoke up.

“Protesting is patriotic,” Mr. Harrington agreed, ��Let's get on the bus.”

Flash threw his jacket at Peter as the team started loading unto the bus. You rolled your eyes as you gripped the straps of your backpack. Following after Liz, you walked up the stairs of the bus. You made your way past everyone, and sat in the way back, trying to avoid Peter.

You sighed as you settled down in your seat, putting your backpack next to you. You took out your earbuds and put on your favorite album, listening to the music as you watched the bus go into motion.

You stared out the window, watching all the cars pass by on the highway. Your music drowned out the sounds of the team as they did practice rounds in preparation for the competition. You slouched down in your seat, impatiently waiting till you reached D.C.

You decided it was best to avoid Peter the best you could this weekend, even though it would be impossible as shit.

Well, maybe not. He’ll probably spend most of his time trying to get Liz to go to homecoming with him.

Ugh. You seriously needed to sort your feelings out.

The bus finally pulled into a hotel parking. You got up from your seat and walked off the bus, grabbing your things before walking into the lobby of the hotel. It looked super modern and hella expensive, probably the fanciest hotel you’ve ever been to.

You looked around in awe, taking in the its beauty. You saw the teams from other schools, feeling a little intimidated when you saw how coordinated and professional they looked in their matching uniforms. You had to admit, you felt a little self-conscious wearing your bright yellow jacket.

You tried to get a hold of yourself as you walked with your team over to the front desk. Mr. Harrington checked everyone in before giving you slips of paper that told you where your room was going to be.

He led the group into the elevator. You peered down as you looked through the glass walls of the elevator, mesmerized as you watched everything from below grow smaller and smaller the higher you went.

The elevator came to a stop. Everyone poured out of the tiny compartment, and rushed to find their rooms. You looked down at your paper and read the room number. You looked from door to door, searching for your room.

You found the room, and putting your key in the slot, you opened the room. You walked in to take a look around. Not only did you have a huge room with a bed to yourself, but there was also a TV, Wi-Fi, and a sizable bathroom. You felt like royalty being here.

You threw your stuff on the ground and threw yourself unto the bed. Taking in a deep breath, you allowed yourself to take a well deserved nap. You definitely needed it for the competition tomorrow.

The floor below your feet creaked. You stood on your tiptoes, trying your best to pull yourself up to the platform.

You tried your best to pull yourself up, but you kept slipping, causing you to come closer to the edge. Sooner or later, your arms were going to give in.

“(Y/N)!” Peter shouted. He was there on top of the platform. He held out his hand for you to grab it. You tried reaching for his hand, but the floor below you gave in. It fell down the empty hole, pulling you down with it.

Next thing you knew, you were falling down. All you could see was Peter as he desperately tried to grab you.

“Peter!” You screamed.

You woke up gasping for air. You looked around and saw the darkness of your room, realizing that hours of the day have passed. Your only light source was the moonlight that came in through the window. Your clothes were drenched in sweat.

Sitting up on your bed, you buried your hands in your face. You tried to process what had just happened. That nap did a better job at giving you fear than it did at making you feel relaxed.

You jumped when you heard a knock on your door. You fumbled out of bed and opened the door. Peter stood on the other side of the frame, looking at you with concern.

“(Y/N)? Are you ok?” Peter asked, “Me and Ned’s room is next to yours. I could hear you screaming my name.”

“Yeah, I’m ok. Just a bad dream, I guess,” You ran your hand through your disheveled hair.

Peter allowed himself into your room and closed the door behind you. He grabbed your wrist and led you to your bed, motioning you to sit down. You plopped down next to Peter, taking in a deep breath.

Peter paid close attention to you as you explained to him what had happened in your dream. You hated how real it felt, as if it was actually happening.

“What if I’m ever in that situation?” You asked with hoarseness in your voice.

“(Y/N), I would never let that happen to you,” Peter whispered softly. He reached for your hand and took it into his, caressing it with his thumb in attempts to comfort you, “And if you ever are, then I will be there.”

“But that’s the thing, what if you aren’t there?”

He sighed as he continued to hold your hand, “Then I promise to never leave your side. That way, I can always be there to save you,” He looked into your eyes as he said that. You stared back at him, allowing the darkness of the room engulf the both of you.

He stood up from the bed, pulling you up with him. In one swift movement, you could feel his arms wrap around you. You stood there in shock, not realizing what the hell he was doing.

“Peter, I’m all drenched in sweat,” You said.

“I don’t care,” He stated. His grip around your body tightened ever so slightly. You sighed. Giving in, you wrapped your arms around him, allowing your face to rest in the crook of his neck. “You’ll be ok, (Y/N),” He whispered softly, stroking the back of your head.

You stood there as time remained motionless. You loved everything about this moment. You wanted to capture it in a bottle and keep it forever, but you knew that it would only stay etched in your memories.

After what seemed like forever, Peter finally let you go of his embrace. He let his hands rest on your waist as he put his forehead against yours. You let your arms wrap around his neck. He smiled to himself as you stayed in his position.

“You’ll be ok,” He repeated. He lifted his head up, and planted a kiss on your forehead. You quietly gasped, feeling a bit surprised at his action. You couldn’t help yourself when you started to smile uncontrollably.

“Thank you, Peter,” You said quietly.

He chuckled softly, “No problem, (Y/N).”

You both finally let go of each other. You walked him out the door, leaving the door slightly ajar as you stood outside your hotel room with him.

Peter pulled his hood over his head. You watched as he walked over to his hotel room and picked up his backpack that rested against the door. He looked back at you as he tightened his backpack straps.

“Have a good night, (Y/N),” He said, turning the other direction. You grabbed his hand, forcing him to turn around to face you again.

“Where are you going?” You looked at him questioningly.

“I, uh, I’m just going to the library to, um, study,” He stammered.

You scoffed, “Peter, you’re literally the smartest person I know. You don’t need to study.”

“Yea, well, with the competition tomorrow, I have to make sure I know my stuff, you know?” He rambled. You took a step closer to him.

“I can help you study,” You offered, “You know, return the favor?” Peter removed his hand from yours and took a step back.

“It’s ok, (Y/N)! I can do it.” He awkwardly chuckled.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Why are you acting so weird all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know, why are you acting so weird?” His voice went up an octave.

You sighed, “Peter, why are you being so defensive? You’re acting like you’re trying to hide something from me.”

“I-” Peter tried to say something, but footsteps from down the hall interrupted him. You looked behind him and saw Liz prancing in your direction. The other members of the team followed her as she led them down the hall.

“Hey, (Y/N). Hi Peter,” She giggled. She was wearing a bathing suit with a towel thrown over her shoulder, “We’re going for a swim. You should totally come with us!” The others nodded their heads in agreement. You and Peter looked at each other.

“We’ll be there in a minute,” You told Liz. She smiled to you before continuing her way to the pool, leaving you and Peter in the hallway.

You took a deep breath as you turned your body back towards Peter, “You sure you don’t want to swim? It sounds fun.”

He shook his head vigorously as he slowly backed away from you. “I’ll-see-you-later-(Y/N)-gotta-go-bye!” He said super quickly as he ran down to the other end of the hall. You looked at him curiously, wondering what he could be up to.

You walked back inside your hotel room and changed into your bathing suit. You threw a towel over your shoulder, and headed to the swimming pool. Maybe the pool water could help get rid of the sweat that covered your body.

You greeted everyone as you placed your towel in one of the seats. You slowly descended into the water, shivering slightly as your body made contact with the cool water.

You held your breath as you went underneath the water’s surface, allowing yourself to be fully submerged in the water so you could get used to the temperature.

You swam a couple of laps before pulling yourself up to sit at the edge of the pool. You let your hands dangle over the edge, kicking the water playfully with your feet.

Taking a deep breath, you looked up at the glass ceiling. You opened your eyes, and saw a silhouette of a man in red and blue clothing. He looked down from above, and you looked back. You squinted your eyes, trying to process what you were seeing, but Liz splashed you with water. You splashed her back, and quickly looked back up at the ceiling. The figure had already left.

You could have sworn you saw Spiderman looking down at you.

~0~

You arose the next morning, pumped up for the competition. You threw on your clothes and your yellow jacket before leaving your hotel room. Closing the door behind you, you walked to the next room over. You softly knocked on the door.

“Ned? Peter?” You called out, “It’s (Y/N). We have to leave for the competition.” The door swung open. You expected to see the smiling face of Peter, but were taken by surprise when Ned had answered. “You ready?” You asked Ned as he stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him, “Hey, what about Pete-”

“Peter won’t be coming until later, said he feels sick,” Ned said in a hurry. You tried to look back, in hopes of checking in on Peter, but Ned placed his hand on your back, guiding you away from the door, “C'mon, (Y/N)! You don’t want to be late for your first Decathlon competition, do you?”

You nodded your head as you followed Ned down to the lobby. You followed the rest of the team as they led you through one of the halls in the lobby. You dropped your belongings in a crate in front of the two doors, and walked into the huge auditorium.

You walked with the rest of the team as they sat down in the seats. Your eyes wandered around the busy room, looking for Peter.

The lights flickered slightly, signaling that it was time to start the competition. The first two teams went up to the stage. You watched the other teams as they continued to answer each question. You had to admit, this was more interesting than the snooze fest you thought it was.

Next thing you knew, your team was up. You followed Ned, Michelle, and Liz up to the stage, and took a seat at the table. You eyed the other team as they took their seats as well.

You saw one of the assistants place a paper on your opponent’s table and the table in front of you.

“You may flip the paper over,” The announcer announced, “You have 5 minutes to answer the question. Time starts now.”

You took the pencil and scrap paper in front of you, and looked at the equation. Your eyes shot open as you read the question. It was the same math equation Peter taught you how to do a few days ago.

You scribbled down the equation unto your paper, solving it as fast as you could. Looking around you realized that you had finished before everyone else. You swiftly hit the button in front of you. Everyone’s attention averted towards you.

“I finished,” You announced. You got up from your seat and walked over to the podium, and gave your paper to the announcer. He looked over it with the other assistants. You twiddled with your thumbs, anxiously waiting for the results.

“That is correct,” The man announced. Your team cheered for you in the audience. Ned patted your back as you sat back down in your seat.

Your team continued to answer the upcoming questions until the next two teams were called up, and you had to sit with the audience once again.

It was kind of funny how serious they took this competition. It wasn’t like sports, where you’d feel physically exhausted. It was more of a mental exhaustion.

The competition started to grow intense. Teams from other schools started to get eliminated, one-by-one, until it was just your team and another team from Virginia left. You got up unto the stage once again.

Questions started coming in. So far, your team only got one question wrong. You started to feel nervous. Hopefully you wouldn’t screw this up.

“We have now entered sudden death,” The man announced, “The next correct answer wins the championship. Midtown Tech?”

You looked back at your teammates, wondering if they had any clue what the answer might be.

Michelle pushed down on the button. “Zero,” She said simply.

“That is correct. Midtown takes the championship.” The whole team cheered and ran up to the stage. You and your teammates suffocated Michelle in high fives and hugs. The announcer gave you medals and a trophy, in honor of winning the competition. You faced the audience as they clapped for your team.

You walked out of the auditorium, feeling proud that you were able to help your school win the competition. You smiled as you held the gold medal in your hands. Once again, Peter was able to help you accomplish something important.

Ned patted you on the back, “How does it feel being a nerd again, (Y/N)?”

“Awesome,” You replied. You both giggled at your remark. Flash clutched the trophy, holding it high in the air as he ran through the busy crowd.

“Yes! We won!” He exclaimed. You rolled your eyes at his childlike actions.

“Technically Michelle won for us,” Liz pointed out.

Flash scoffed, “Yea, but I helped the team out.”

“Uh Flash?” Michelle piped in, “You got more answers wrong than anyone else on the team did.” His cheeks reddened as he put his arms down to the side.

“Yea? Well, I-uh,” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly with his free hand, “Whatever.” The whole team laughed as you walked back to the lobby.

“I think it’s time to celebrate,” Mr. Harrington announced, “How about a trip to the mall?”

“Shopping?” Flash questioned, “Boring! I’d rather go sight-seeing.”

Michelle pinched the bridge of her nose. “The National Mall, you idiot. It’s where all of the museums and monuments are.” Flash opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly as he turned towards the lobby’s exit. You laughed as you followed everyone out the lobby.

You stopped right in your tracks when you realized that Peter hadn’t shown up at all. You turned around and started heading back into the hotel. Ned put his hand in front of you, stopping you from going any farther.

“(Y/N), we’re going this way,” Ned said.

“What about Peter?” You asked with concern, “We shouldn’t leave him alone in there.”

“Peter’s going to be ok. Let’s just celebrate our victory. We can tell him about it later,” Ned reassured you.

You bit down on your lip as you followed everyone unto the bus, wondering why Ned was acting so weird today.

You were at a loss of words when you saw how beautiful the city looked. You rushed off the bus and started walking around. You wanted to visit as many places as you could.

A couple of hours of walking and a million and one selfies later, you finally ended up at the Washington Monument, or the “Pencil.” You looked up at its magnificence.

“C’mon! Let’s go!” Liz squealed as she pulled you along with her inside of the monument. You walked inside the building, and got your bag ready to go through the security checks. You waited in line behind Ned.

Ned’s phone started to ring. He picked it up. “Hello? Peter, where are you?” He said in a harsh whisper. You couldn’t help but eavesdrop into the conversation. “Yes, I still have the glowy thingy.” Glowy thingy? What glowy thingy?

You grabbed the phone out of Ned’s hand and pressed it against your ear. “Hello? Peter? Are you ok? You flaked on us, dude. What happened?”

“(Y/N)!” Peter exclaimed. He seemed to be out of breath. “Put Ned on the phone! I have to tell him something important.”

“Please put all items on the belt, ma’am,” The officer said. You hesitantly ended the call, and placed the phone down on the belt along with your bag.

You walked through the metal detector and grabbed your bag. Following the tour guide, you entered the elevator as it ascended all the way up to the top of the monument. You stood in the corner of the small room, feeling claustrophobic by how many people were surrounding you.

“The Washington Monument is 555 feet, five and one-eighth inches tall,” The tour guide started explaining in a monotone voice, “Notice how the marble and granite are cut around the stone-”

Out of nowhere, a flash of light flickered in front of your eyes, catching you by surprise. You could feel an energy wave hit your body. You stumbled backwards, hitting the wall as the elevator stopped moving up, and quaked from side-to-side slightly.

“What was that?” You heard one of your teammates exclaim.

“Are we stuck here?” You heard another one say. Your heart rate started to pick up, feeling scared at the situation at hand.

“Stay calm, everyone,” The guide said. She pressed her walkie-talkie against her mouth. “I need backup. We need to evacuate everyone through the roof of the elevator.”

One of the roof panels opened up. A security guard from above held out his hand from the top. You stepped forward to the middle of the elevator and cupped your hands.

“Abe,” You said, “You first.” You supported his foot in the palms of your hands as you boosted him up to the ceiling. The guards from above helped pull him up. One by one, you helped your other teammates escape the elevator.

You tried your best to help everyone get out as fast as you could. You could feel the elevator shift every time you boosted someone up. You worried that it was going to collapse any time now.

“Me! It’s my turn,” Flash stated, forcefully putting his foot in your hands, “My trophy!”

“Flash! Don’t worry so much about our trophy,” You grunted as you pushed him up. You shook your arms as they grew tired.

“Liz, you next,” You said out of breath. Liz carefully put her foot in your hands, pushing herself up. She reached to grab the guard’s hand, but the elevator gave in. You and Liz fell to the floor as the elevator plunged down the shaft.

Suddenly, the elevator jumped, coming to a stop. You gasped in shock when you saw the man in red and blue spandex. Spiderman was in the elevator, pulling it up slowly.

“Hey, it’s ok. I got you,” He cooed. The sound of his voice caught your attention. It sounded so calming. Where have you heard it before?

You finally reached the top floor. You got back up on your feet and boosted Liz out of the elevator. You helped Ned and Mr. Harrington out of the elevator as well. You tried catching your breath, feeling exhausted. Your arms felt numb.

“C’mon,” Spiderman held his hand out to you, “You’re the last one.” You reached out for his hand as he pulled you up unto the roof of the elevator. Liz held out her hand. You reached for her hand, getting ready to climb unto the platform with your friends.

But it was too late. Your weight allowed the elevator to creak. Your hand was inches away from Liz’s before the elevator gave in once more, causing to fall back down into the shaft.

You closed your eyes as the elevator pulled you down. Letting out a blood curdling scream, you realized that you were as good as dead.

“No! (Y/N)!”

You felt something wrap around your wrist, preventing you to fall down any further. You opened your eyes and looked up. Spiderman’s web caught you before you even had the chance to meet your end.

He pulled you up slowly, letting you step onto the platform. Your feet made contact with the floor, and you ran into Liz’s arms.

“(Y/N)! I’m so glad you’re ok,” She cried into your shoulder. You stood there with her as your body was shook with anxiety. You let go of her and looked back at Spiderman as he hung upside down.

“Thank you,” You breathed.

“No problem,” He replied in a squeaky voice. There it was again. His voice. Why did it sound so familiar?

You took a step closer to him, trying to check him out, but before you could, he plunged down the elevator shaft.

“This way, guys,” The tour guide gestured over to a door.

Security led everyone down the emergency staircase of the Washington Monument. Once you all made it safely on the ground, Mr. Harrington checked to make sure everyone was ok. He loaded the group back on the bus and drove to the hotel.

The team made their way upstairs. They rushed into their rooms and packed their stuff; some of them called their parents, telling them they were on their way back to New York.

Just before you could put your room key into the slot, you heard footsteps coming from down the hall. You looked to your left, and saw Peter as he slowly made his way to you. His head was down, keeping his eyes away from you.

You backed away from the door, and swiftly made your way towards him. He stopped right in front of you.

“Where the fuck were you? You didn’t show up at the competition like you promised. You just left us, Peter,” You yelled. Peter’s innocent eyes looked up to meet yours, still keeping his head down.

“(Y/N), I’m-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” You interrupted, “You promised to never leave my side, yet you still went off to do something without even telling me! You selfish brat!”

Peter stayed silent, but you knew he was listening very closely.

“And you know what the worst part is?” You continued as your voice started to break, “I could have died today, Peter. You wouldn’t have seen me ever again if Spiderman hadn’t been there to save me,” Your hands clenched into a fist, trying your hardest not to punch him right then and there, “I’m giving you one last chance to answer my question, and you better fucking answer it,” You looked him dead in the eyes, “What are you hiding from me?”

“I-” Peter tried to say before stopping himself, “I can’t get into it right now, (Y/N). I-I’m so sorry.”

Peter opened his mouth, but you stormed away before he could even hear what he had to say. You unlocked the door to your room, and shut the door on him. You swore he made your blood boil sometimes.

You shoved all your stuff into your suitcase, and went downstairs to the lobby. Everyone gathered near the lounge as they waited for Mr. Harrington to check out of the hotel.

You quickly ran into the bus, and started your commute back to New York. It was strangely quiet throughout the whole trip. You guessed that everyone was still shocked of everything that happened within the past 24 hours.

You ran out of the bus as soon as soon as it stopped in front of the school. You saw May as she paced back and forth. She stopped as soon as she saw you and Peter. She ran as fast as she could and gave the both of you a tight hug. You hugged her back just as tightly, as if you were afraid of letting go.

“I’m so glad the both of you are ok,” Her voice was breaking. You could tell that she had been crying.

“We’re ok, May,” You reassured her.

You got out of her warm embrace and ran over to your parents. They both trapped you in between their bodies as they hugged you. You couldn’t help the tears as they came down your face. It broke your heart knowing that May and your parents were worried sick about you.

You shoved your stuff in the back, and got into the car. You didn’t dare to even taking another glance at Peter or anyone else.

You stared out the window as your parents drove you home. You still weren’t sure of everything that happened within the past 24 hours. From Peter holding you closely, to a near death experience, it was a lot to take in.

You were way more confused now than you were at the beginning of the weekend.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I think this might be the longest chapter in this series, wow.

Hahahahaaaaa! Get ready for the next chapter, kiddies. Ahhh, you guys will hate me, but thank me at the same time xDD

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Axe to the Heart: Chapter 7

Astrid Hofferson/Steve Harrington. “Maybe I hate a lot of things here in Hawkins but I suppose you’re not one of them.”

Chapter 6

“Took you long enough,” Harrington said, shifting and trying to stand up. Hopper rolled his eyes as she helped him up, letting him lean on her.

“I was putting Jane to bed, she was way too nervous for the dance tomorrow. Flo told me you’d been calling urgently. Now, how did that gash happen, and how -” He turned his gaze at Astrid then. “Did you get tangled up in all this?”

She opened her mouth to answer -

And then closed it again.

It wasn’t a good idea to answer when the answer was that she had stolen a picture from a police file. She didn’t want to lose her internship. But then again, this was a whole lot more important than any non paying job. Her and Harrington had nearly died.

So, as Harrington started to say “It was my fau -” she jabbed him in the arm and looked the police chief in the eye, took a deep breath, and spoke.

“I was fed up of you heading out whenever someone called in a complaint and never bringing me along, even though that’s what you’re supposed to do, as my mentor.” Attempting to keep the bitterness out of her voice, she continued. “I swiped a file off your desk, it was Barbara Holland’s.”

“Jesus,” Hopper muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose “listen, kid, this isn’t some petty police case. This is a -”

“A fight against an interdimensional monster?” Astrid asked dryly, raising a brow. “Yeah, I pieced that together, thanks.”

“You have no idea what we’re up against.”

“Actually, she does,” Harrington (Steve?) interrupted. “She saw it. She fought it.” There was a relatively nice amount of awe in his voice. “She stabbed it.” Before Hopper could respond to that, he continued, “But I thought they should have died when - what’s her name? Eleven - when Eleven closed the gate.”

“It’s Jane,” he responded, and even though Astrid had absolutely no clue who they were talking about (the chief’s daughter?), she nodded. “And yeah, they should have. But I guess this is an exception. We’ll ask the kids.”

“I cannot believe our main source of information is a bunch of middle schoolers.”

She vaguely remembered seeing Harrington (Steve, wasn’t he on first name basis now that they had kissed?) after school with kids who looked to be half his age. Middle schoolers weren’t half his age, but she was close enough. And no offense to them - she didn’t even know who they were - but she really needed to understand everything before getting any new information.

“So that thing is from another dimension. Great. How do you kill it?”

“It’s full size?” Hopper looked at Steve - Harrington - Steve for confirmation, and he nodded, at which Hopper clicked his tongue. “Well, shit. I could shoot the smaller ones, but the only time one of the big ones was killed was when Jane did it.”

She saw Har - Steve - oh, whatever the fuck his name was - bite his lip, so she responded for him. “Well, if this Jane can kill it, then let’s get her to!”

“Jane is not getting involved!” Hopper shouted, glaring at her. “She already -”

“Oh, do not do that!” Astrid narrowed her eyes and pointed. “Don’t you dare yell at me like I’m being insensitive! I have no idea who you’re even talking about! Don’t shout as though I understand! I don’t!”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have gotten involved!”

“Then maybe you should have been a better mentor!”

“Alright!” Steve yelled, squeezing her arm gently. “Listen. So...so Ele - Jane can’t be involved. Can’t we just hit it with the axe a few more times?”

There was a pause where her and Hopper continued to glare daggers at each other until he broke his gaze away and muttered, “It could work. I’ll take care of it.”

“No offense, but Hawkins doesn’t offer weapon training.” She clenched her fist. “So I’m going to guess you’ve never used an axe. And this thing is special. I am not giving it to you.”

“This isn’t a time to be sentimental, kid. Either you give me that or we die.”

Astrid grit her teeth. “Or option three, you use your gun, and I use the axe. I can take that thing.”

“That’s not an option.”

Harrington (Steve!) ran a hand through his hair (as unnecessarily as always). “Chief, she carried me here. If I would ask any teenager to face a monster like that, it’d be the axe wielding, strong as hell, resident viking.”

Astrid shot him a look, but Hopper relented at that. They couldn’t bring Harrington along, and it would be too cumbersome trying to sneak him back into his house with his leg’s condition, so they sat him in a chair and gave him the bat.

“Alright, Hofferson, let’s go.”

She turned to Harrington and leaned down, so they were eye level. “Hey. If that thing comes in here, don’t you hesitate. Beat the ever loving -”

“Fuck out of it. Got it.” He gave her a crooked grin. “You’re the one who should be careful, viking.”

“I will be.”

“Good.”

She kissed him again.

It didn’t last very long, it was barely three seconds in before Hopper shouted, “Let’s go, Hofferson!”

Astrid pulled away and noted that Steve had a bit of a dazed look, but there was no time to reflect on it, or for them to talk (or possibly make out and more - damn, her thoughts had gotten dirty really fast).

She followed Hopper out, closing the door to the shed. They walked in tense silence, and unlike before, there was no sound. It seemed that all form of life in the woods had simply vanished, scared off by the monster. Or maybe it had killed everything.

Astrid knew that was impossible, but she also knew that she didn’t really know what was possible or not anymore.

After a few minutes of torturous walking, Hopper finally said, “Listen, kid -”

“Forget it.” She glanced at him. “I’ll quit tomorrow.”

“You don’t need to do that.” He sighed. “I’ll...try, okay? There’s just been a lot of things I’ve been busy with lately…”

Astrid snorted, shaking her head. “No kidding. I’m guessing other dimensions and this Jane character swallow up a bit of your time.”

He opened his mouth to respond and then put his arm in front of her, and she saw why.

The monster was hunched over, its back to them, and it was clearly preying on something. There were blood droplets next to it, and as her and Hopper inched closer, she saw something that made her sick to her stomach.

It was the rabbit she had seen earlier.

Hopper raised his gun -

At the same time the monster turned its head and saw them.

Then many things happened at once.

It roared, showing its large amount of teeth, and Astrid roared too (it was more of a scream) as she ran forward, axe raised, screaming, “Son of a half troll rat eating -” and Hopper asked her just what the hell did she think she was doing. He asked loudly.

Just one more pierce to its stupid skin and -

The monster moved out of the way and Astrid slammed the axe into a tree.

She yanked as she heard gunshots, thinking that the thing was now facing the chief and she had to help him, but she was wrong,

Very wrong.

It was still facing her, and with a snarl it had her head slammed against the tree and her body slumped on the ground, axe stuck in the bark, jaws opening, Hopper shouting, “Son of a -” as he fired shot after shot -

Astrid shut her eyes tightly.

So much for avenging Barbara. She was about to join her.

And then there was a loud crash and she opened her eyes (a good five seconds after the crash, who knew, maybe dying sounded like crashing) and there was a car, and the monster was lying there, looking dead.

Then, out of all people, Nancy Wheeler came out of the car, yelling, “Go! To! Hell!” as she shot the monster with a gun.

Out of the driver’s seat came Jonathan Byers, holding up a lighter.

Astrid’s head spun.

The monster was dead. She tried to tell them, but everything hurt, especially her head, and words wouldn’t come out. They killed it a little more.

Hopper ran over to her, holding her head up and waving his hand in front of her face. He was multiplying. She heard them talking…

And talking…

Wheeler was looking concerned…

Byers was looking desperate…

Hopper was shouting…

And maybe it was a few seconds or an hour later, but Harrington was there too. Steve was there too.

But by that time, she could have been hallucinating.

Astrid didn’t know whether she threw up before she fainted, or after.

This was a really fun chapter to write. Me and my sister were brainstorming how the demogorgon was actually gonna die. :D

#httyd #stranger things #astrid hofferson #steve harrington #stevestrid #valkyrie stories

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Your fics are really good and fun to read.i love your Spiderman ones those are my favorite! Could you do one where peter has to use his powers at school and he gets shot and tony has to come and save him ?! Pleasee. Keep up the awesome work!!

Hey thank you so much I’m so glad you like my writing! I really appreciate all the support from all my readers so, I’m sorry if this isnt what you had in mind? And also sorry it took a while but anyway here is your fic! It’s called “Shot in the dark” and I will post it on my ff.net and ao3 accounts

Peter Parker doesn’t like guns. Hates them, actually.

He’d never been a fan of them, but then his Uncle had beenshot and killed right in front of him and he hated them even more. But thething about being a superhero, is that you get into trouble a lot, and usuallya gun or two is involved.

So, while Peter didn’t like guns, he’d become a littledesensitized to the dangers of them, because Spider-Man could take the gunsfrom the bad guys before they got a shot off, or he could swing out of harm’sway before a bullet came close to hitting him. But what was he supposed to doas Peter Parker?

School was supposed to be a safe place, it was supposed tobe somewhere he could be normal, until some idiot gave a psychopath a gun andtold him he had the right to hold it.

Peter had been concentrating on his school work, and doingreally well, until something pricked at his ears, something only enhancedsenses can hear.

Footsteps coming down the hallway, metal clinking together,but muffled, like coins or…something else rattling in a pocket. He would havetuned it out, had it not been for the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked.

He shot up from his chair, staring at the door with wideeyes, hands shaking just a little as every hair on his arms and neck stood straightup.

What was he supposed to do? He wasn’t Spider-Man here, hewas just Peter, and there was someone with a gun coming towards theirclassroom.

Ned noticed his friends discomfort and nudged his elbow.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Peter could barely breathe, as those footsteps saunteredcloser. The gunman was coming right at them, steps calm and measured, as if hehad as much time as he wanted, and all the control.

Metal clinked again and Peter realised that it was the soundof loose bullets rattling around in his pocket. He was planning for a lot ofvictims, but Peter couldn’t let that happen.

The teenager sprinted over to the door and locked it,turning out the lights as he did. His hands scrabbled for his phone in hispocket, as his teacher called out to him, annoyed.

“Peter, what are you doing? Turn those lights back on andget to your seat.”

The footsteps continued, coming ever closer, and Peter puthis phone to his ear as he begged his teacher to understand.

“There’s someone with a gun, right outside! Everyone stayquiet and get under your desks, I’m calling for help!”

His teacher, Mrs Philips’ face went white, as every studentdid the same, staring at Peter in shock.

“How do you-?”

“Just do it! And text everyone you can think of, to tellthem to do the same.” He was trying to keep his voice low, so as not to alertthe attention of the gunman in the hall, but he was freaking out. Finally, Tonypicked up the phone.

“Hey, kid. I’m kind of in the middle of something so if-“

Peter held the phone close and hissed into it, words comingfast and panicked. He’d seen news reports of school shootings and new it couldget ugly real fast, and there wasn’t much he could do about it.

“There’s someone outside my class with a gun. I don’t knowwhat to do, he’s only like, ten meters away and I don’t have my sui-“

Tony’s voice was hard, a tell-tale sign he was just aspanicked as Peter, but there was noise in the background like chairs scuffingagainst the floor, and Peter knew he was coming.

“Okay, I’ll be right there. Just try to hide, and don’t doanything reckless. I’ll notify the police, just stay hidden okay? You aren’tSpider-Man right now, so just be safe as Peter Parker.”

Peter agreed, catching Ned’s eye from across the room andnodding slightly, letting him know help was coming.

Everyone was under their desks now, and with the lights off,Peter was hoping the gunman would pass by their room, thinking it was empty. Itsounded like the gunman was coming to their class, but he could be going toanyone in the school.

Tony was still on the line with him, and he could hear thethrusters from the Iron Man suit. He’d be there soon, and they’d all be safe.

Peter’s attention was taken away from the slow, leisurelyfootsteps as Tony spoke again.

“Where is the guy with the gun? Are you somewhere safe?Police should be arriving in five minutes.”

Peter ran a hand through his hair as he replied, trying tokeep his heart rate steady. He needed to focus.

“I’m in my history class, I turned the lights off and lockedthe door, and everyone is texting people in other classes to do the same.Hopefully, anyone far enough away from him, can get out of the classes withouthim knowing, and when he walks past our room he’ll think its empty and keepgoing, so when he’s far enough away we can get out. Then he’ll just be walkingaround an empty school, but there are a lot of people just in this one block,what am I supposed to do if he starts firing?”

It was getting harder to breathe, and Ned was watching himfrom under his desk with wide eyes. He knew what he was asking and shook hishead. He didn’t have his suit, Tony had taken it for repairs after his lastdisastrous mission; he didn’t even have his web slingers, and his old suit wasat home. Tony had told him to take a week off from Spider-Man duty, and Peterhad actually thought it would be a good idea.

Not so much now.

“Good job, kid. Just follow the plan and stay quiet, there’snothing else you can do. You aren’t bullet proof and there’s no way you cantake on an armed gunman without your suit. Just stay quiet and wait for me toget there, okay?”

Peter nodded, not daring to utter another word, because hecould hear those footsteps coming closer. Too close.

They were only two meters from the door now. Peter’s heartalmost leapt out of his chest as Tony spoke again.

“I just got word from the cops, he’s a bank robber, theychased him but lost track of him a few blocks away and they don’t think he’sthere to hurt anybody. He’s probably just looking for a hostage, to use to makea deal. They’re almost there, and kids and teachers are already being evacuatedfrom other classes.”

Peter breathed just a little easier at that, but the gunmanwas still there, and he held his breath and those footsteps came to a stopoutside the door.

The faces of his classmates were all aimed towards him, inthe dark. They were scared, and he could do nothing to help them.

The room was silent, as everyone held their breaths.

The door handle jiggled, turning, and twisting as the mantried to open it. It wasn’t until he thumped against the door, that someonemade a noise.

It was such a small sound, just one terrified whimper as thegunman slammed against the door, but it was loud enough, and the thumpingstopped, replaced by the sound of a gun tapping against the wood, and a huskyvoice.

“Open the door, or I’ll shoot through it and kill everyone.”

Peter froze, as terrified faces looked to him for guidance.He was the one in front of the door, he was the one that had locked it, andnone of them wanted to make the decision.

Tony’s voice came through the phone. “Peter…” But he didn’tknow what to do either.

The voice came again, louder this time. “Open the door, oreveryone dies! You have three seconds!”

Peter didn’t want to do it. He wanted to be anywhere else inthat moment, he wanted his suit, he wanted a mask to hide how scared he was,but he had nothing but the phone in his hand.

He unlocked the door, jumping back as the gunman burstthrough, making a few kids let out startled cries.

He was carrying a machine gun, with a bag slung over hisshoulder, filled with cash. Some of it was splattered with blood.

A few kids were crying softly behind him, and Peter clenchedhis fist to stop his hands from shaking as the gunman walked into the class,aiming his gun at the teacher behind her desk.

“You. Come with me.”

Mrs Phillips nodded shakily and got up from her crouch,tears in her eyes as she walked towards him. But Peter couldn’t let her go. Shehad a kid, a three-year-old named Tyler, and he couldn’t just watch her walkout with someone that could kill her.

“No, take me instead.”

A few gasps echoed in the dark behind him, and Ned’s softvoice. “Peter, no!”

Mrs Phillips frightened gaze turned towards him, as the bankrobber frowned. “What?”

Peter raised his chin, defiant, as his teacher watched himin awe.

“She has a family, she’s a mom, I don’t even have parents,just an aunt. Take me, and I’ll do whatever you want, I won’t cause trouble,just don’t hurt anyone else.”

The gunman looked vaguely impressed, while Mrs Phillip’sshook her head.

“No, Peter I can’t let you.”

He gave her a smile, fighting to keep it relaxed and free ofthe fear he felt coursing through his entire body. He turned his phone towardsher from where his arm hung at his side, subtly enough that the gunman didn’tnotice.

“It’s okay. Just keep everyone else safe.”

The woman looked down at his phone screen, seeing the callername across the screen. He was still connected to Tony, the other man hearingthe whole thing, and he was almost there. Mrs Phillips knew about theinternship, and seeing the name, and knowing Iron Man was coming, convinced herthat help was on the way, and she nodded slightly.

Peter gave one last smile to Ned, knowing he’d be foreverapologizing for the look of fear he got in return, before the gunman grabbedhis arm and pulled him into the hall.

“Come on, kid. You’regonna be my ticket out of here.”

Ned didn’t want him to go, he didn’t want him to get hurt,but he couldn’t do anything as he watched his best friend walk out with thegunman.

He watched Peter as he left, seeing the last look he senthim, and as much as Peter tried to hide it, he could tell he was scared.

Ned gripped the legs of his desk as he watched Peter leave,the door remaining open as the man led Peter down the hall, a gun against hisback.

He had never been more scared in his life, watching his bestfriend walk out the door with a criminal, knowing he didn’t have his Spider-Mansuit with him. But it would be okay, because Mr Stark was coming, and Peter gotinto fights all the time and was fine. Right?

Ned watched through the open door, watching their shadowsstretch across the floor, as shouts were heard. The police had arrived.

Ned couldn’t hear like Peter could, but he could hear thepoliceman call out for the gunman to drop his weapon, and then a hurriedargument between the gunman and Peter, before a gunshot rang out. A few kidslet out frightened screams at the sound, but Ned couldn’t breathe.

And then he felt as if his heart had stopped too. Peter fellto the floor in front of the doorway, hands desperately pressing against theblood pouring from his stomach. Kids screamed and cried around him, as moregunshots fired, but Ned didn’t make a sound, his head spinning as he watchedhis best friend bleed out on the floor.

………………

Tony heard Peter give himself up to the gunman, to save theteacher, and he heard them walk away from the classroom. His heart hammered,almost painfully, against his chest as he continued to listen to the horrifyingevents unfold.

He had told Peter to lay low, to hide, and he was so closeto the school, but too far away to help as the gunman threatened a class fullof kids. The call was muffled slightly, from where Peter had put the phone inhis pocket, and he knew Peter wouldn’t be able to hear him anymore, as hewalked out of the class with the criminal.

It was the most sickening feeling, hearing everything butnot being able to help, and he thought it had been okay when he heard thepoliceman.

“Kyle Monger, drop your weapon!” Help was there, Peter wouldbe okay.

But the gunman didn’t want to give up just yet, and hisvoice was hard, and unafraid. “Leave, before I kill you, and then the kid.”

Tony could almost see the way Peter would have looked as heleaped for the gun, hearing him pant and yell as he struggled with Monger.

“No! You promised you wouldn’t hurt anyone!”

He let out a shout of his own as he heard the rattle of thegun, and grunts of effort as Kyle Monger tried to wrestle his gun back, Peterdoing everything he could to protect the cop.

“Peter!”

“Let go, kid!” Kyle sounded angry and that only worried Tonyfurther.

“You can’t hurt him!”

And then the gun fired and Peter gasped. Tony held hisbreath, as he heard another gunshot and a cry of pain from the robber. Then thecops voice, panicked, as Peter’s laboured breathing shook.

“Monger is down, I got him in the west block, but he shot akid! I need medics here now! I repeat, some kids been shot! I need immediateassistance!”

Tony almost passed out while flying, but Friday kept him oncourse as her quiet voice interrupted Peters wet panting.

“I’ll notify Dr Banner of the incoming patient.”

………………

Ned watched Peter twitch on the floor, body instinctivelytrying to curl away from the pain, as he struggled to pull in air. Blood wassoaking through his blue shirt, staining his hands and pooling on the floorbeneath him. He was bleeding out so fast, it seemed to only take a secondbefore a policeman was leaning over him, pressing his jacket to Peter’sstomach.

Kids were crying around him, and Ned didn’t want to see hisbest friend die, he didn’t want to see him bleeding out and gasping for breath,but he had to help, he couldn’t do nothing.

Mrs Phillips words were cracked and wet with tears as shecalled out to Ned, but he didn’t listen, just kept crawling over to the hall tohis friend.

“Ned, honey, don’t look! Stay under your desk!”

The policeman was talking to Peter, telling him to stayawake, and Peter was trying, blinking up at him as he tried to breathe throughthe blood filling his mouth. The policeman looked up as Ned came closer, andPeter coughed, sending red splatters to cover his lips and a trail of blood todrip out the corner of his mouth, rolling down his cheek.

The cop gave Ned an apologetic frown, hating what he neededto ask him.

“Kid? I have to check on the suspect. Can you press down onthis for me? Press really hard, we have to stop the bleeding.”

Ned didn’t move for a moment, body frozen as he watched theblood drip from Peter’s mouth to the floor. The cop called him again, louder,making Ned jump a little.

“Kid!”

Ned lifted wet eyes to him, and the cops face softened alittle.

“Is he your friend?”

Ned just nodded, looking back to Peter, where he wasblinking up at the ceiling, mouth open and gasping.

“I’m sorry. Help will be here soon, just push down on this,and I’ll be right back.”

The cop took Neds hands and pulled them to Peter’s stomach,pressing them down on the jacket there. Peter let out a cry of pain, eyesflitting to Ned as if just realising he was there, and Ned let out a small sob.The cop went to tend to Kyle Monger, and Ned pressed down on the bullet woundin his best friend’s stomach.

“Peter, I’m here.”

His voice was wobbly and small but Peter dragged his glassygaze to him, hands coming to grip Ned’s slick with his own blood. Ned releasedanother sob.

“Hold on, helps coming. Just hold on.”

Peter sucked in a shallow breath, struggling to get hiswords out through the pain clouding his every sense.

“It’s o…kay.”

Ned shook his head, pressing harder on the still bleedingwound. Why wouldn’t it stop?

“No, it’s not. You got shot, Peter. None of this is okay.”

Peter blinked sluggishly and rolled his head a little, in anexhausted version of a head shake.

“It is, because you’re okay. I’ll be fine. I…” He coughedpainfully, eyes scrunching shut against the agony of it, before pushing out thelast of his sentence.

“…I heal fast, remember?”

Ned looked back down at the mess of blood, red soakingthrough the cop’s’ jacket and covering his hands. God, it was everywhere.

“The bleeding won’t stop, Peter, I don’t know what to do.What do I-?”

His words faded as he looked back up at the other boy’sface, because Peter’s eyes were rolling back into his head.

“No! Peter, stay awake!”

But, Peter’s eyes closed and his breathing was nothing morethan shallow puffs of air. Ned’s best friend was dying under his hands.

The cop looked up at his frantic yells, but didn’t have timeto do anything else before something smashed behind them.

Ned looked up in fright, as Iron Man smashed through awindow in a nearby, empty classroom, and came soaring down the hall towardsthem.

Ned sobbed with relief, whole body shaking as Tony landednext to him, mask opening to reveal his panicked expression.

“Peter!”

Ned pressed down on the jacket once more, but it was almostuseless at this point and he knew it. There was too much blood on the floor.

“He tried to save everyone. He gave himself up so the badguy wouldn’t take our teacher. He…he got shot. It won’t stop bleeding.”

Tony looked down at the kid and tried to remember how tobreathe. He was so pale, and the red splattered across his mouth meant he wasalready drowning in his own blood, and would die soon, if he didn’t get thehelp he needed.

He needed to move, he needed to pick him up and fly him tothe base, but he just…couldn’t.

Peter didn’t look like a superhero, he just looked like a fifteen-year-oldkid, and Tony didn’t know that he could stomach looking at him for much longer.He looked dead, and every part of him screamed for the terrible injustice thatit was.

Ned was sobbing quietly, shaking as tears trailed down hischeeks, hands soaked in the blood of his best friend. Tony felt so horrible forhim, for having to see Peter that way, for having to hold that burden.

He tried to keep his voice steady as he laid a hand on thekid’s shoulder.

“You did good, Ned. I’ll take him now, I’ll get him somehelp.”

Ned nodded, but didn’t want to take his hands away fromPeter’s stomach, worried about what may happen when he did.

Tony looked around for some help, spotting a teacher in thedoorway behind them. She had her hand over her mouth, and a face wet withtears. Tony gestured towards her, grateful when she came forward quickly.

He tried to be as gentle as he could, as he gathered Peterinto his arms, cradling his cold, limp form, against his chest. The teacher,sniffed as she pulled Ned’s hands away from his friend’s body, and hugged himas he fell against her, hands dripping with red.

Ned watched as Tony took away his friend, and just hoped hewouldn’t lose him.

………………

It took far too long to get Peter back to the base, and Tonyheld him tight, talking to him the whole time and just praying he was stillalive.

“Hold on, Pete. Just keep breathing, I’ve got you now, everything’sgoing to be okay. Stay with me, kid.”

It was all a blur when he arrived at the Avengers compound,Bruce and the med team took Peter from him, placing him in a bed and cutting ofhis shirt, pressing gauze and bandages to the bullet wound, and yelling things.

Tony didn’t move until they wheeled the kid away, and stronghands pulled him to a chair, a calm voice interrupting his thoughts.

“Tony, get out of the suit.”

He blinked, wet eyes focussing on Caps face in front of him,watching him with concern.

He came out of the suit, stumbling against the hard floor,and turning to look at what Cap was staring at. There was blood smeared allover the chest plate, and that was it. Tony couldn’t take the pain anymore. Hisknees buckled and Steve caught him before he fell to the floor.

Cap held him as he cried, gripping the soldier as he triedto breathe.

Steve didn’t know what to say, what was there to say? Peterhad been shot at one of the only places he was supposed to be safe in. Thenormal part of his life, the part he got to be a kid in, had been intruded onby a thug with a gun, and now he was dying.

There was nothing he could say to make it better, but hetried anyway.

“He’ll be okay, Tony.” His voice was quiet, because theyboth knew he might be wrong. And that hurt more than anything.

………………

It took a few hours of surgery, but the bullet was removed,and the bleeding was finally stopped. Peter was okay.

Tony wiped at his eyes, as Ned walked ahead of him, intoPeter’s room. He’d sent Happy to pick him up from school, after his parents hadmade sure he was okay, and he tried to be strong as the kid approached the bed.

Peter lay there, covered in wires and pale, his eyes wereclosed and he wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon. He’d lost so much blood hisheart had almost had nothing left to pump, and it would be a while before hehad enough strength to wake up.

Ned’s steps faltered as he saw his best friend, and Tonyplaced a hand on his shoulder.

“He’s okay. Don’t be scared, go talk to him.”

The teenager nodded and took a deep breath as he approachedPeter’s unconscious form, carefully picking up one of his limp hands to hold.

“Hey Peter. Um…Please don’t ever do that again, I don’tthink I can handle it. And I can’t lose you, you’re the only friend I have.Actually…you’re more like my brother. I don’t think I’ve ever told you that.”He sniffed and wiped at his eyes, before trying to think of something else tosay. As long as he spoke, he wouldn’t have to hear the too-slow beating of theheart monitor.

“Oh, dude Captain America shook my hand. So, that was cool.I think I might have blacked out though because I don’t remember what I said tohim.”

Tony laughed a little and patted his shoulder,encouragingly.

“You told him your name twice, but it’s been a long day, heunderstands.”

Ned smiled just a little, and sat down in the chair next toPeter’s bed, as Tony pulled a blanket from the end and draped it over thespider baby, unable to hold back his worry at the dark circles under his eyes.

“Damn it. The first time I meet him and I embarrass myself.”He sighed, and Tony’s heart broke at the pain in his voice. “Please wake up,Peter.”

Tony sat on the other side of the bed and watched over thetwo kids, wondering how the hell he’d come to end up there.

He’d be having a talk with Peter when he woke up, althoughhe didn’t know what he would say. He was mad, because Peter was supposed tostay out of trouble, he was supposed to let the cops handle it, but he hadtaken things into his own hands.

But he couldn’t be mad that Peter had saved his whole class,and been willing to die in order to protect others, even when he was scared.

Maybe he should just take them all on vacation instead, theycould certainly use it.

He sighed, and wiped a tired hand over his face. He didn’t knowwhat he was going to do, but for now, it was enough that Peter was alive. So,he sat back and listened to Ned ramble on to his best friend, talking abouteverything that had happened and all the cool stuff he’d seen.

They wouldn’t always be, because Peter found trouble whereverhe went, but for now, they were safe.

#whump #fanfic #spider-man #peter parker #tony stark #blood #gore #violence #guns #mine #whump fic #hurt peter

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Four Names for Love

Gotham | BatCat | BabyFic | Multi-chapter | Read on AO3

Summary: When Bruce parted ways with Gotham he was leaving behind more than he thought. Meanwhile Selina is trying to find a way to herself after being abandoned again and on top of that she finds out she was left with a lot more than a heartbreak.

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Philia part III

Selina watched over her daughter sleep, and marvelled over the miracle she is. Her full head of dark hair, delicate paper-like still wrinkled skin, the eyes, now closed, she knows, are still misty blue, and although Alfred told her most baby eyes change colours she hopes the blue hue will remain.

‘What will you call her?’ Asked Barbara leaning on the crib next to Selina, she smoothed away some imaginary wrinkles on the baby’s blanket.

‘Helena.’ Told Selina, caressing her daughter’s soft rosy cheek with the tip of her fingers.

‘Helena? Where did you get that from.’

‘A Portuguese painter.’ When Selina got too heavy to move around the rebuilding Gotham, she had decide to get some proper education now she was to be a mother. She enrolled herself in distance education courses, and found out most of the stuff she otherwise would find boring was actually interesting when she didn’t have to worry so hard about her next meal. But it took a fair amount of time and persuasion, and a lot of nagging for her to get to the point that she had to accept that she needed help and that there was people willing to take care of her.

And although she really hated math, she got really interested in art despite having no talent of herself, she had made some awful watercolours before deciding that she liked more knowing about art than doing art. It was weird to get to that conclusion because never before she had been better in knowing than doing.

‘Helena Wayne,’ Barbara stated, ‘it has a nice ring.’

‘Helena Kyle.’ Selina corrected her, annoyed, she was so tired of that stupid conversation but Barbara wouldn’t let it go, even Alfred wasn’t pushing her anymore in that aspect. He had found no trace of Bruce whatsoever and even tough Selina knew he would never give up hope and stop searching, he talked about Bruce each day less. She knew he was bottling it up, and burying himself under his work on the reconstruction of the Manor, but she just didn’t have remaining energy or will at all to try to talk to him about it. She had a new baby to worry about. Bruce left, he left. He chose to leave. One day Alfred would have to get over it.

‘You seriously will never tell her? What will you say to her in a few years? Because she will ask.’

Selina took a deep breath.

‘I’ll have a few years to come up with something then, won’t I? Stop nagging me about it!’

‘Geez, temper! Go to sleep, your affliction is exhaustion, and you heard Lee, you should sleep while she is asleep too.’

That was Barbara now, mom Barbara, annoying as hell mom Barbara. As usual the power went to her head. But unlike when she was a crime lady, she usually meant well.

‘I’m not sleepy. Where is Babs? She’s nicer to talk than you.’

Barbara Lee’s vocabulary consisted in basically four works: ‘mama’; ‘wee’, for Lee; ‘wina’, for Selina and ‘no’. And she mostly used the last one. No ‘dada’ yet to Gordon’s greatest grief.

‘She’s still at Jim’s. I thought it was better having just one baby in the house for the first days.’

‘Barbara… You didn’t have to…’

‘Oh, don’t be silly. And it’s not a favour, you are paying me back later.’

Selina snorted.

‘Of course.’

ooo

The years that went by made changes not only in Selina’s life but also in Gotham herself. With Lucius Fox as its designer, Gotham now was technological marvel even if it had kept its gothic aesthetics. You could see the clash between chromed skyscrapers and centenary gargoyles on the same street. By Helena’s second birthday the Mansion was up again, Alfred made various invites to Selina to move in with the toddler, but she refused. She was finishing her high school degree and working at an internship in one of the new opened galleries opened by Barbara’s old contacts that decided to return to the city.

When Helena was five and started kindergarten they moved from Barbara’s to a small studio apartment on East End. By then, Selina had returned to work with the underbelly of the Gotham, but now she didn’t go to small stuff, she made enough on her day job to feed herself and her daughter, but she didn’t want to let the label of young struggling mother to define her, and she had a real talent, why not use it?

Each job made her name climb higher on the art world scene as a notorious thief. It made her feel proud of who she was. Of course, it wasn’t something she could share with her kid, but she liked to have something for herself. She loved Helena, so much she never thought it was possible to love someone like that, but she wouldn’t be the kind of woman that the only thing she valued in life was motherhood.

One night she was coming back from a job when she heard screams and found a cop trying to rape a small mouse-haired teenager girl. After saving the girl, almost killing the cop, and promising to make Jim Gordon’s life hell until his trashy employee was locked in Blackgate to rot, she decided to take Holly in. How couldn’t she? It was stupid, another mouth to feed, and a strange person in her house when she was so used to be just her and Helena, but it was also nice to have someone that understood how her life used to be. It was even nicer to show Holly that things could be different.

And life with a traumatized fourteen years old and a bubbly five years old could be eventful. Helena fell in love with Holly instantly, trying to copy the older girl’s every move to the point of being annoying. Holly tried to be kind to Helena, especially in the beginner days when she was terrified to do something wrong and be thrown in the streets again. But a year later she was comfortable enough to tell Helena to shut up when she would talk non-stop during a movie session or call her out when she touched her stuff without permission. But the girls usually would get along well, sometimes too well to Selina’s liking. If she thought that Holly would always take her side for feeling that she owed her forever, she had fooled herself. Between Selina and Helena it was pretty clear with whom Holly’s loyalty lied with.

Selina didn’t mind as much as she pretended to. In truth, between her dangerous live and all tragedy that she had endured and seen over the years, the knowledge that her daughter had so many people that loved her and would take care of her if something happened to Selina helped her to sleep at night.

ooo

When Helena was six she asked Selina the first time. She knew Alfred and others have been telling her stories about Bruce since the beginning, she never forbade it in first place, but Helena had never asked her directly before.

‘Your daddy left, kitten.’

‘To where?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘He didn’t want to be with us?’ Helena eyes were wide with tears, they became green around her fourth birthday, a little darker than Selina’s and with blue and golden specs, they were the most beautiful eyes Selina had even seen. She even commissioned a portrait from her favourite forger.

Selina heart broke and the old pain came back, aching and still very much alive.

‘He didn’t know about you. He left before I found out.’

‘Why didn’t he come back?’

Selina gathered her daughter in her arms pressing her small soft body close to hers, Helena smelt like baby lotion and cookies, Selina breathed in sighing.

‘I don’t know, baby, I don’t know.’

She felt such a failure in those moments, mommy should know everything.

ooo

Batman made his debut when Helena was almost ten.

Selina knew exactly who he was. No one else would be that ridiculous or dramatic. His mask had bat ears. It was plain stupid. Yes, her costume had ears too, but hers were tasteful and sexy. Bat ears. Batman. What a nerd.

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Yep, I’m ending this chapter here. Insert evil laugh

Lot of telling not showing in this one, but it I had to show all that I told you it would take foreeeeeeeeeeeeveeeeeeer.

I think you noticed this story changed its tone a bit, no more angsty stuff, that was the plan, things get better as time goes by. But I did let some upsetting stuff out concerning Holly because I didn’t want to deal with that.

Well, this is it for today. Again, thank you so much for the kudos and bookmarks, extra thank you for the people commenting you have NO IDEA of how that helps. Especially in times like these.

Keep taking care of yourselves.

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I just read an article about how Americans don’t want socialism. That the trappings and failures of capitalism are far and away better than anything Socialism can bring to a country. Tell that bullsh*t to those Nordic countries. I concede that communism is designed to crate dictators; anytime to coalesce that much power into one person, there’s a problem, but socialism is different than communism and most people don’t understand that. Especially in America where anytime you mention anything with any semblance of sharing, it’s a goddamn fight. The thing is, though, we already have socialist policies. What the f*ck do you think Social Security is? I mean, it’s in the f*cking name! Beyond that, whenever there is a deficit or something in the budget, what’s the first thing the cut? Social Security! So, I mean, Socialism is bad, right? But it’s always used to bail us out though, right? So, which one is it then?

This article used examples like Venezuela and Russia to articulate their reticence but, I mean, of course they would. The thing that really got me was, immediately after this, they f*cking said it was because of corruption that these “socialist” governments failed. Bro, corruption ruins everything. By definition, that’s what it does. Venezuela is failing because the people in charge have no accountability and hoarded the country’s wealth. Same thing with Russia, but to a lesser extent. Their money was charred around by a set of oligarchs, funneling the scraps to the people. With a cat like Putin in charge, of course Socialism isn’t going to work. Dude is all about consolidating power and wealth is power there. Another failure cats like to throw in my face is Cuba. See, the thing about Cuba is, if they haven’t had all of those sanctions imposed by America on them for 60 f*cking years, Cuba would be a legit paradise. Cuba has some of the highest level of literacy in the world and they get that schooling for free. They have some of the best doctors in the world. The only reason their country is in such bad shape is because NATO decided their regime was toxic and blocked trade for decades. Cuba is an island. It has finite resources. They NEED that trade to survive. DO you honestly believe that, if Cube had the means to feed their people with traded goods, people would want to flee? I dunno, man, Havana is gorgeous.

But, okay, let’s say those examples are the worst, that Socialism failed miserably because it doesn’t work there. With dictators at the helm. What happens when you have elected officials running a country with checks and balances to the social programs? You get f*cking Denmark. You get f*cking Sweden. You get f*cking Amsterdam and Scandinavia. You get literally the happiest countries in the world. Let’s look at Denmark a little closer because I just read an article about them trying to debunk their $20.00 an hour minimum wage and it didn’t do them any favors. Sure, it’s a little expensive to live there but, with those taxes they pay, Denmark residents don’t really have to pay for anything but f*cking food. The effective buying power of that 20 bux is roughly 11.50 in real time but they have free education, healthcare, and daycare. So that right there cuts out student loan payments, exorbitant child care costs, and any ludicrous medical bills you may have to pay. That frees up a MASSIVE amount of capital for you to do whatever with. Seriously, you’d have a bout a grand extra, every month, to do what you need to do with. On minimum wage. Minimum. Wage. They have one of the healthiest economies in the world so there’s a good chance you’d make more than that, easy, especially if you graduate from a free college. You’re instantly pressed into the workforce in your major upon graduation and serve a 4-year term, for the government, in your field. Afterward, you’re free to leave or continue with that gig. So not only did you get a free education, they got you a paying job in your field, not an internship, fresh out of college. And it gets even better. Since the clear majority of Denmark citizens have a higher degree, there’s much less crime. The Nordic countries are some of the safest in the world. I wonder why? It’s almost as if economic imposed poverty breeds criminal activity or something. When you have less of that, you have less crime. Who’d have thought?

Democratic Socialism works. If some asshole isn’t in the big chair as we run that system, we’ll be fine. We’ll probably be great. Every time socialism fails, it’s because of a dick. Like the one sitting in the big chair now. Trump is actively ruining America. His is the most corrupt administration since Nixon, on both a national and private level. Everything he’s done has bolstered his brand and tanked the country. Seriously, how are we any better now, than W? How is the country in any better position, globally, than under Obama? He’s getting played by North Korea. He just publicly kissed Putin’s ring and lied about it. I’ve literally heard this man say, “Don’t trust what you see or read in the news.” Bro, what? That sh*t is textbook Nazism. It’s how you create dictators. It’s how Putin runs his whole system. The installation of mistrust in free media is how it always starts and you’re telling me Socialism is a problem? That Democratic Socialism will be the end of America as we know it? Nah, our county is already in decline and it’s not even a socialist has nothing to do with it. It’s this god-awful capitalism that has us to the brink. Wage disparity has never been higher. 80 percent of the GDP is being pocketed by, like, 20 people. Contrary to Gordon Gecko’s mantra, Greed is, in fact, NOT good! Crime is insane and literacy is down historic levels. Crime is insane BECAUSE literacy is down historic levels! Cats are out here turning on each other over dumb sh*t like race, politics, and religion, instead of uniting against the forces that have very real ill intent; the mother*ckers that are making the laws taking away your rights and protections.

America has an aversion to Socialism because the powers that be have orchestrated one of the most insidious propaganda initiatives I have ever seen. They hammered the red scare into our grand-parents, who fed that sh*t to our parents, who have distilled it into us. The thing is, though, we as the next generation have had access to information that the others have not. Propaganda like that doesn’t work on someone who understands haw to think. Most cats with a reason and common sense can see the way things are now, can’t be sustained. Why not give socialism a hot? But the intricate social engineering that has been enacted for decades has it’s claws in enough of this country’s people that making headway is nigh impossible. Abortion has nothing to do with government or religion. A chick has the right to do with her body, whatever she wants because it’s her body. If she doesn’t want to carry a tumor in her womb to term, that’s her business, not the f*cking senate, president, or Supreme Court judge. No one is coming to take your guns away if there ever is reform. What the f*ck do you need an AR-15 for anyway? It’s an assault rifle. Assault. It’s designed to take as many human lives away as possible because it’s a tool of war. You expecting war, my man? A two-party political system and the electoral college are tools created to perpetuate a false narrative that keeps us Pigeon hold to a corrupt system who’s only interest is to pocket as much wealth as possible, not move the country forward in the people’s interest. Competition is the mother of innovation so why is it there are only two options who, more and more, look the same? Capitalism doesn’t work in the way it should because the people in charge are assholes who kowtow to massive private interests and conglomerates. America is strong enough to secure itself, protect its national interests, and supply free education, healthcare, and a decent living wage without batting an eye. California, alone, is the 6th largest economy IN THE WORLD and we have 49 other states and a handful of territories that contribute as well. How is it we’re first in crime, last in education, and running point in wealth disparity again?

Its obvious capitalism isn’t working the way it should anymore. I think it’s because society has evolved beyond its principals. I think my generation is more interested in advancing society, not nationalism and I think the generations before us, the Baby Boomers and backward, are terrified of this change. They’ve been suckling at the teat of the all-knowing government machine since their youth and it terrifies them that the faith they gave to the watchers, has not been upheld. Trump feels like a panic play before the real wave of change hits. We’re already seeing it. Puerto Rican ma out in New York beat a 20- year Democratic incumbent. She’s democratic socialist and is very vocal about her views. We got a 24-year-old out in West Virginia running on an identical platform and he’s beating out a millionaire Republican. Bernie Sanders was a DNC sabotage away from being the Democratic nominee for president, and he was beating everyone in the field by double digit points! Hell, record numbers of cats 30 and younger have registered the vote in Florid for the first time in forever. You think those kids are going to follow the national trends? Millennials terrify the establishment because we hate the establishment. We see how terrible it is. We live how terrible it is. We have had access to other forms of government our entire lives. The globalization of the world and the fact that I can get instant information on my phone has given us a means to usurp the blind patriotism generations before us held dear. WE know America isn’t the greatest country in the world. There are facts that back that up. But it can be. And it starts with a vote toward universal healthcare. It stars with gun reform. It starts with a flat tax rate and government supplemented college tuition. It starts with a form on socialism that is both sustainable and realistic; a model that Denmark has followed for decades.

It starts with us.

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