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flowerwrites06 · 3 years

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the tale of agape I — jjk

World Info: There are eight types of Love originated from Ancient Greece. In the Realm of Love, these types have been turned into seven Gods and one Goddess. — Agape (universal): OC (Name: Belle) | Pragma (everlasting): Jungkook | Storge (familial): Yoongi | Mania (obsession): Seokjin | Philia (platonic): Namjoon | Eros (sexual passion): Taehyung | Philautia (self-love): Hoseok | Ludus (playful): Jimin

Plot: Agape is a well-loved Goddess in the Realm of Love. Anyone who wins her approval will become the most powerful entity in the land, standing side by side as a co-symbol of eternal Love. Unfortunately with knowledge of this power, Gods and Nymphs are prone to obsession and cunning. So Agapes’ de facto brother, Storge organises a tournament in her honour. Only the winner will become Agapes’ partner.

Pairing(s): God!Jungkook x Goddess!OC (Name: Belle) ft. God!Seokjin

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: Gods & Goddesses | Fantasy | Romance

Tags & Warnings: betrayal, nothing intense in this chapter but there will eventual smut and violence so

Authors Note: i miss doing a jungkook series lmao so here you go, there were a lot of people during requests asking for a god/goddess au so I’m going on that with a new plot based on the eight types of love. I’m also extremely sleepy and ready to pass out, please excuse any mistakes. And lastly of course, enjoy and let me know what you think! Is this something you’d want me to continue or nah?

Morning began with soft sunlight painting the Love Realm, making the Cherry Palace sandstone glow like a topaz gem. Yoongi, the God of Familial Love stood at the terrace with the God of Platonic Love, Namjoon. Their soft silk robes flowed in the cool breeze as they watched the chariots of red, gold and blue riding into the courtyard; each vehicle pulled by majestic stallions.

“Are you sure about this?” Namjoon asked, eyes gently squinted to adjust to the bright day. His flowing blonde hair looked almost white from the reflection of the sun.

Yoongi shook his head, heart shaped lips pursed. “I don’t like it as much as you do but this is the only way we can filter out the ones on our own accord.”

“Is Belle okay with this?”

“She likes tournaments. Chose the method herself.”

“Jousting?”

Yoongi hummed in agreement, unable to hide the smile spreading across his lips.

Namjoon chuckled. “Sometimes I think she just likes the knocking of heads.”

“Agape has a cheek to her.” Yoongi leaned forward on the balcony railing. All the heads padded out of their chariots, escorted by servants into the palace. Only one chariot hadn’t arrived yet.

“Seokjin is coming too?” Namjoons’ voice grew deep with slight contempt.

“I have to invite him. It wouldn’t be fair.”

“You know how he gets, Yoongi.” Namjoon shifted to face him completely. “What if he gets out of control in this tournament?”

“I gave him my warning last time.” Yoongi raised a hand to calm him. “He knows what’ll happen.”

“You can’t kill him.”

“Oh I’ll keep him alive.”

Namjoon shook his head, laughing. “How do you make even that sound threatening?”

Yoongi grinned. “I made her my sister for a reason. No one hurts her on my account.”

“Understood.”

Refreshing wind brushed through the transparent crème curtains into Belles’ room as her lady-in-waiting fit her into a warm pink georgette dress for the first tournament. The tone matched her pink irises, making them look more otherworldly than ever.

Angel let out a satisfied sigh after fixing the train. “Lord Yoongi knows how to pick dresses.” She stood up straight and fixed the gold patchwork bordering the shoulder of the dress.

“He always chooses pink.” Belle observed herself in the silver rimmed mirror, tilting her head. Her curls fell over half her face.

“Well, you can’t wear red just yet.”

“Such a strange rule.”

“Apparently when Agape wears red, it’s only for the most auspicious occasions.” Angels’ voice turned airy as her face lit up with astonishment. Her passion for the Gods of Love was admirable and endearing without the added obsession of climbing the ladder. She respected the concept of love in its purest form. Belle needed more of that around her. “So it’s special that you wear it in specific times.”

“Will I wear it for my wedding?” A small thrill tingled through her belly mentioning her own wedding. Belle remembered all her dreams about being the splash of red amongst pink roses and falling peach blossoms in the Cherry Palace center garden.

Angel stared up at her, eyes glossed and face flushed with excitement. “It could be the most beautiful deep red dress that has a train all down the Realm.” She gestured out through the curtains.

“That’d be a bit hard to move around in.” Belle giggled as she shrugged off the pink dress until she was down to her white underdress. “But I appreciate the enthusiasm.”

“Watch your left, Eros!” Laughter ensued from outside her room.

“You watch your footwork, Pragma!”

Hearing the Gods’ names being used as colloquial nicknames was a strange sound to Angel but it made Belle grin. She rushed forward through the transparent curtains to the sandstone balcony which looked over one of the smaller gardens. The ones with apple trees and the fountain.

“My lady, wait!” Angel whispered harshly.

The sleeve of Belles’ underdress slid off her shoulder but she barely thought to fix it. Angel quickly draped a silk robe over her body to keep her decent.

The two young Gods of Love, Pragma and Eros dueled each other like they were performing in a playful dance. Yoongi called Pragma by Jungkook and Eros by Taehyung. Both of them a true symbol of their role in the Realm.

Taehyung had beautiful deep tan skin, glowing like a bronze pearl and his sharpened eyes constantly brimmed with bliss over the things around him. He wore a loose silk shirt of yellow and white, half-opened to expose his soft chest while his dark brown curls fluffed and flowed like a gentle garden.

Jungkook was of milk tea skin, sweat on his neck and cheeks glistened, matting his raven hair to his forehead. His body was lithe and muscular adorned in a red and black shirt. The smile on his face had the perfect mix of mischief and pure joy. His feet moved like the genteel steps of a blossom dancer but his sword swings were the strength of a rock sentinel. Chuckles flowed from his lips at the sequence of movements, truly enjoying the activity instead of being full of anger and determination to win something.

Belle wanted to continue admiring him but a sense of her own mischief seeped through. The fountain centered this garden which the Gods did an amazing job to avoid in their flexible parries and attacks. When she noticed Jungkook nearing the fountain ready to avoid, she took a deep breath. “Having fun, my lords?!”

As expected, Jungkook lost his balance and toppled over to the fountain. His beautiful shirt splashed with water and his dampened hair from sweat completely soaked from the fountain flow. From up on the balcony, it looked like a Nymph was pouring water constantly on Jungkooks’ head.

Belle couldn’t help but laugh and Angel tried her best not to follow along.

Jungkook winced at his drenched self; almost a hint of anger on his face before he threw his head back and scoffed out a laugh.

Taehyung looked over to follow the sound and his expression softened when he recognized Belles’ face. “Agape,” he whispered with such a baritone voice that it even shocked Jungkook.

He tracked his gaze up to the sandstone balcony, decorated with pink roses and all-spice flowers. Jungkook raked his fingers through his hair, slicking it back so he could see her. Agape. The Goddess of Eternal Love. Beautiful brown curls and glowing skin against the warm sunlit sky. He couldn’t see it clearly from here but the hints of her pink irises twinkled. A smile tugged at his lips. “You got me, my lady.”

Belle smirked, leaning forward as her cheeks heated. “Be sure not to catch a cold, my lord. I’m looking forward to seeing you at the match.”

Jungkooks’ smile turned to a bright grin. “I’ll be as healthy as a God,” he mused before biting his bottom lip.

The day had come for Seokjins’ arrival. Mania: the God of Obsessive Love. This time Yoongi opted to see him personally in the council room. Kiku, the Earth Nymph Queen and his wife stood by his side despite her wish not to see this God again. In the last banquet, Seokjin had less than pleasant things to say to her and Yoongi was on the verge of announcing war. Thankfully Namjoon broke apart the fight, telling them to separate until they calm down.

Black robe train slithered across the white polished stone floor. When Yoongi remembered Seokjin, he saw a plump skinned charmer who saw the world as a trail of possibilities. Today he stood in front of a thinning man. “I thank you for welcoming me back after my horrible behaviour in the last banquet.” Seokjin spoke in his truest charm but it was changed. There was a darkness under his eyes now and his previously plump skin became sunken with age.

Yoongi attempted a smile. “It’s forgotten.”

Beetle black eyes flickered to Kiku with the same deathly sleep-deprived expression. “And Lady Earth, I offer my humblest apologies.”

Kiku nodded in response without a word. Yoongi knew it was her way to tolerating this visit without giving her true opinion.

“I’m happy to be part of this excitement.” Seokjin intertwined his long fingers together like a spiders legs uncurling.

“Both Eros and Pragma will be participating.”

“How wonderful!”

“Jimin will also be giving his famous stories as entertainment with Goddess Gaias’ illusions. I know you enjoy them.”

“My favorites are of ours.” Seokjin always had his way to maintaining the memory of their history. The two oldest Gods of Love. Family and Obsession building the Realm of Love from scratch. There was a twisted beauty about that fact.

“The servants will help you to your temporary chamber in the Palace.” Yoongi nodded to the three servants awaiting his order. “Make yourself at home.”

Seokjin bowed and turned his heel, quietly expecting the servants to scurry after him.

Yoongi glanced over at Kiku. Her entire body exuded a sense of concern and a hint of anger, green vines were twirling around her fingers to relieve her stress. He held onto her hand, her skin as soft as a cloud. A silent comfort to reassure her that it’ll all be well.

Thousands of people in the Realm of Love crowded on the wooden pavilions, waving their flags of rainbow colours representing their favourite jousters. Excitement thrummed in the air with that hint of curiosity. Who would the Goddess Agape stand next to at the end of the festival? Some of the members of the crowd were already deep into debate as to which fighter would be the most appropriate.

At the center and best view of the arena, three velvet lined seats were placed. Yoongi sat in the middle with Kiku on his left and Belle on his right. A step lower than the seats were the three non-performing gods, Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok, the God of Self-Love.

Once the crowd was organized and ready, Yoongi stood up. He didn’t need to move an inch before everyone delved into an attentive silence. “Welcome to our esteemed competition, good people. The rules are simple. You are to clash with your partners in a fair joust and the winner will provide a favor of their colour to the Goddess.” He gestured to Belle. “The one with the most favors will win the match.” Yoongi waved his hand. “Let the games begin.”

A wave of applause and cheer welcomed the first jousting match between Taehyung and an Earth Nymph. Their gold and silver armor glinted against the summer light. Another trail of pin-drop silence as the jousters had their lances ready. Belle kept her eyes on Eros as most of the crowd did. No one expected him to be much of a sportsman but his blooming friendship with Jungkook seemed to have influenced his new hobbies.

With a clap, the stallions galloped towards each other. In a pounding rise of suspense, they grew closer. Closer. Closer. Taehyung smashed the lance against the Earth Nymphs’ chest earning a wild applause.

He reached the other side and one of the servants gave him a white favor for his victory. Taehyung rode out to the platform where Belle sat. Keeping his half-lidded gaze, he kissed the favor and had it levitate towards the Goddess. “For you, my lady.”

Belle smiled and gently accepted the favor. She gave a short bow to acknowledge his gift.

Another series of matches continued on but what Belle truly waited for arrived around five matches later. She may have counted in her head until she saw the red flag matched with green.

Jungkook rode in his glinting obsidian armor and black stallion that had the most beautiful silver mane. He was a picture of magic. Lances at the ready, the crowd stills with anticipation. The Earth Nymph rides first and Jungkook follows suit a few seconds later. There were some murmurs that the God lost his focus in the midst of the match. They soon found out it was another reason altogether.

The sheer brute force of Jungkooks’ lance nearly cracked the Earth Nymphs’ armor and had them falling off their horse. Due to the leather straps, the Nymphs’ struggling body was still being dragged by the stallion while servants tried to get them to safety.

Belle stared at the fallen Nymph in worry, feeling a bit guilty for the sheer excitement brimming through her body at Jungkooks’ explosive victory. He brought a red favor. This time Belle stood up from her chair as the beautiful stallion closed in. Moving down the step platform with Namjoons’ help, she took a moment to caress the stallions’ head.

“For you, my lady.” Jungkook handed her the red favor.

Belle accepted it, feeling the warmth of his palm and the heat exuding from it. “My lord,” she muttered before turning on her heel. Perhaps it was too blatant of an action for her favoritism but she didn’t care.

Yoongi noticed the flushed pleasure on Belles’ face. He couldn’t help but chuckle, rubbing his lips and instinctively holding Kikus’ hand. A part of him remembered how the early thrills of a blossoming relationship felt like. The more Belle smiled, the more he felt grateful for this tournament.

Jungkook stayed still on the spot just watching Belle move back up to her platform. His body and soul grew too comfortable in her aura that it made him dizzy. When the Goddess sat down and faced him, he shook himself back to reality. Giving a quick bow, he rode back for the rest of the tournament.

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Night fell into a deep blue blanket of sky and the remnants of thrill from the tournament celebrated with ale, dancing and pleasure. Jungkook had last seen Taehyung in a bedroom full of the most beautiful Nymphs and the smell of incense. With the look on his face, one could only imagine what was going on in there. He, however, was called to Seokjins’ chamber.

He knocked on the door four times and announced himself before Seokjin invited him in with a chirpy tone.

“Welcome, Jungkook!” Seokjin was about the only person other than Yoongi who could call him that. “I hope you had fun in the tournament.” He gestured for him to sit at the dining table.

“Sword fighting is more my favourite—” Jungkook relaxed on the chair, his tired muscles aching when it was finally resting. “—but I liked the favors idea.” He smiled.

“I’m sure you did.” Seokjin picked up an apple from the glass bowl and wiped it on his robe. “Keep going like this and our deal will go smoothly.”

His smile faded, fingers lightly tapping on the arm of his chair. “Do you think it’s fair? Sneaking up on the Goddess like this?”

“Don’t start getting a conscience now, my lord.” Seokjin chuckled. “When you were begging for your friends’ life, you said you’d kill the Goddess.”

Jungkook tasted something bitter on his tongue at the thought.

“Too bad that friend didn’t have your beautiful dedication to friendship.” He scrunched his nose. “Wind Nymphs, they’re a bit filmsy, aren’t they?”

Jungkook pressed his lips together, averting his gaze.

Seokjin let out a deep sigh, raising his palms. “Apologies.” The kindness of his gaze ended as soon as it started when he narrowed his gaze. The shadows cast under his eyes made him look more like a Demon than a God. “But we’re still on this deal, aren’t we?”

It wasn’t a request open for Jungkook to refuse. If he backed out of his deal then the price would be dire. Seokjin was an ancient God of Love like Yoongi. Entities like him could take a God or Nymphs’ powers, rotting their core soul into a Demon. An animalistic creature with no memory of their past self.

Jungkook was trapped the moment he thought of a deal with Seokjin. All he could do was nod and accept the betrayal he was going to perform.

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ace-t-fic · 3 years

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This a Peter si fic I started (its purely 'feel good' no eye roll moments) but never found out what I wanted to do with it. This hasn't been grammar checked ethier.

The yearly trip to science industries (after the fiasco concerning OC labs) was heavily guarded by the gpa efficiency minimum and it was usually 123 Seniors at Midtown high each year. That only left less than 30 who had the gpa needed in order to attend the field trip. But with detentions and tardies that often brought it down to 25 added in with the people who actually turned in their permission slips drop that number down to a solid 13. That usually meant the whole decathlon team, one jock, the Sat acres and people with tiger parents.

So when the paper was only passed to Peter and Flash in their homeroom he wasn’t surprised who qualified for the field trip.

Last year's field trip the students all got to go to Tesla and returned the day after. Liz said it was a fun experience and even one of the kids was later offered an internship available to him after their graduation. Liz herself wasn’t all that interested in the company herself but she said the experience was an enjoyable one. So Peter would have been lying if he said he wasn’t practically buzzed for when his senior year trip came.

He wondered if they would be able to tour the new labs Wakanda had set up. He wanted to go for a while but their outside personnel was strictly limited to certified personnel and those with names that ended with Stark or Banner or Avengers. But the name staring back at him was just laughing at him, “congratulations, you have qualified for this year's exclusive Senior trip to SI inc.” an all paid expense to visit his work. Now instead of taking the City bus he could just catch a ride on a big ugly yellow one.

Not that this was a let down it was still an amazing opportunity many would kill for. He thought gazing behind him to stare at Flash who fist bumped the air. The attention caught his attention and he made brief eye contact with Peter with a smug little smile on his face. Peter only flashed back his before the flash rolled his eyes and no longer paid him attention.

Flash still didn’t partially believe Peter's internship-neither did anyone else really- but flash was the most put out about it. He would be lying if he says he wasn’t rooting for Peter the night of his junior year party. He even helped Diana, the maid clean and dust just in case Spiderman really did show up. And when he didn’t show up he told Peter exactly how he felt about it with a new string of nicknames. Added on to the occasional passive agressive shoulder shove but nothing more or less beyond that. Sure he was a dick but he wasn’t a good fighter, just richer than Parker he was beating him in the fight of life.

Peter only rolled his eyes back, shoving the paper into the back of his class notebook.

The minutes ticked by steadily as Peter waited to meet Ned at his locker. He’s almost deadly positive Ned received one too and is waiting to shake the life out of his shoulders. Peter may work at Si but Ned’s never been and the experience in itself is quite entertaining. Things are always different when best friends are involved.

“Anyone who received a field trip paper will have to have it signed and returned to me, the office, or Mrs. Meyers up to five days before the date of the field trip. Other than that we will continue on with the stock market Tomorrow!” The teacher screamed over the rustling papers and scraping chairs as he let them out a minute early, if you ask anyone on campus that made him the cool teacher.

Petter grabbed his folders, having lost another backpack he was sure laid webbed to the building and exited the room. He easily made it to his locker before Ned did and even got to close it before he was approached

“Dude you can show me your lab.” he whispered to peter.

“Actually I can’t, my lab is Tony’s and that's only because Bucky has been keeping him away from the lab.” Peter announced before he got his hopes up. “We’re probably gonna tour below mid level, I don't think they allow anyone without a permanent badge into any of the labs.”

“Do we get to meet any of the avengers?”

“Probably Bruce, he’s usually chilling with all the other scientists. It’ll be cool though you know i haven’t actually met him? The dude has to be dumb smart, you know Tony scraps ideas if he can’t get Bruce to sign off on them.” Peter gushes, before an arm is roughly swung around his shoulder. “Ow-no.”

Flashes pffts, “give me a break i hate this as much as you but apparently since I’m friends with idiots i have to slum it with you and- I’m sorry what's your-”

“Ned”

“Yeah Ned, that sounds familiar for the trip. I asked more about it and this might be a good time to turn in our submissions for the upcoming Intern conference. We get in ahead and we can probably impress him enough for our stuff to actually be looked at. Peter, I know your tech smart, I do numbers and possibilities and Ned we’ve been in coding since middle school together so we can definitely do that.” Flash rambles.

“What are you talking about?”

“We’ve been coding together for 6 years and you just barely remembered my name?”

“What I’m talking about-Peter is welcome to the winning team. Listen your smart parker you may or may not have an internship although its kinda sketchy that out of nowhere you a loser 17 year old defies all social laws and pops on the popularity chart” Understandable he still cursed Ned for saying anything right before he asked Mary jane to prom god that was embarrassing.

You know that fancy stuff doesn’t bother me Peter. If I wanted to solely date you for your internship I’d hope someone would’ve knocked sense into you to get over me.

“But I honestly feel as if we wow at least one impressionable person. They'll seek us an audience with Stark before the rest of the crowd.” Flash continues.

“You know that honestly doesn’t sound bad?” Ned finishes unsure over the look of alarm on Peter's face. Because yeah it’s not a bad idea and that expo meant the world to the real science losers around the GLOBE. And Ned really did want to be involved beyond the guy in the chair way before Peter turned into Spiderman. Peter would probably still be hands deep in his theories if he hadn’t gotten bit by some escaped lab spider. This expo at one point in his life -sophomore year- was the only thing that was gonna get Aunt May out of the nearly slumps.

And flash…. Well he’s just a fucking nerd to put it lightly he was just rich, and since he was rich and gushes this much about being a intern of all things meant he might’ve been worse then both Peter and Ned when they first envisioned running coffee for Tony stark.

Plus it would be kinda unfair to see if he could pull strings for Ned instead of proving that he was capable of it far more on his own. “Fiiiinn-”

“Whoop! You might actually not be so bad penis.” and with a clap on his shoulder disappearing with the ringing of the bell.

Peter clenched his jaw shooting a ‘why’ look at Ned, “Oh don’t give me that look, you think I want to work with him. He has money and resources and he is good at real numbers not technical of coding, look you're an spaceship mechanic, he does the landing the thrust or whatever they do and I’m the guy who counts down which is honestly better then both of those jobs-”

“Please Ned you're embarrassing me '' Peter laughed as he and Ned made their way through the day. 2 months until the field trip that was more than enough time for three geniuses to at least come up with a concept and a prototype for something cool.

Scrap that they’re screwed.

“I almost died.” Ned said, sitting in a shock of foam. “You guys just sat there, you were gonna watch me die.”

“Don’t be dramatic.” Ned reared back at Flash's comment, “Dramatic! I just went up in flames!”

“Hey, it was your boy Peter who made it. Plus maybe if he didn’t bail early last Monday we could’ve caught that our numbers weren’t matching up with his” Maybe if some assholes weren't trying to rob F.E.A.S.T after their charity event he wouldn’t have had too.

“I told you things happen Flash, I do in fact have a life.”

“MJ tell you that”

“-oo burn”

“Ned!- ok listen in order for this hoverboard to work we have to make sure everything is matched up. It shouldn’t have done that so something else must’ve gone wrong too.” Peter explained grabbing the notebooks and tossing them on the Flashes workbench. Hoverboard and back to future stickers on the covers.

“Might be the fact that it isn’t Hovering. But that's just me.”

#peter parker #flash tompson #ned leeds #si feild trip

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devil-kindred · 4 years

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Get to Know Me - raisinghellinotherworlds

Saw @pd3 do this and though I’d give it a go!

1. Name : Siren (it’s a pseudonym!)

2. Nationality: American

3. Age: 27

4. Birthday: January 29th

5. Zodiac sign (or your primal zodiac sign): Aquarius

6. Gender: Female

7. Sexuality: Heterosexual

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8. Your looks (add a picture or describe yourself)

For the record this is the only recent picture of myself I like and this is about as much of my face as you’ll ever see bc I know my angles.

9. What do you/did you study?: I went to school for a Bachelors in Arts with and emphasis on Sciences but never finished it bc 1) college is expensive and 2) I don’t know what I want to do career-wise so there’s not a point in going back anymore.

10. What’s your current job like?/What job would you like to have?: I’m a service desk associate at a department store. Something where I could deal with less people bc boy does this job push my patience sometimes.

11. What is your birth order?: Firstborn/Oldest.

12. How many siblings do you have?: Technically four, but only two living.

13. Do you have good relations with your family?: My immediate family. My siblings are closer to each other (but they’re only two years apart) but we get along. I also have a good relationship with my parents though I’m not as close to my mom as I could be it’s hard to forget the not nice things your parent say to you as a kid.

14. How many friends do you have?: Lots though only a few I see/talk to on a regular basis.

15. Your relationship status: Single.

16. What do you look for in a SO?: Intelligent, kind, has a sense of humor.

17. Do you have a crush?: I guess.

18. When was your first kiss?: WHY *sighs* I was... 25.

19. Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands?: I’ve... never been in an actual relationship? I’d like to say serious.

20. What are your deal breakers? Being rude, cheating, and treating me like a child/you know what’s best for me/someone in need of saving (new flash, i am not your princess peach/some damsel in distress. If you need to rescue someone I am not your girl).

21. How was your day?: It’s still early into the day and I go to work in about an hour and a half and I get to close so we’ll see!

22. Favourite food & drink: French Fries. Or anything with potatoes. I’m a fiend. And Dr. Pepper or Coffee.

23. What position do you sleep in?: On my side/stomach on the part of the bed that’s against the wall.

24. What was your last dream about?: It was... highly NSFT and no, I will not go into detail.

25. Your fears: I’m not a fan of spiders or bugs of any kind really, I hate clowns, and I don’t like thunderstorms. Or tornados.

26. Your dreams: Move, either out of state or out of the country.

27. Your goals: See above.

28. Any pets?: A bird, Momo.

29. What are your hobbies?: Writing, playing video games, and reading (fanfic or books)

30. Any cool places in your area?: I’m sure there are but I live in a town surrounded by corn and other farmland so... it’s anyone’s best guess.

31. What was your last awkward situation?: The other day when a customer stared at me for a solid three minutes when I explained that due to the pandemic we’re no longer offering one of our services in an effort to reduce contact.

32. What is your last regret?: That I didn’t realize the true nature of some people who I no longer speak to sooner.

33. Language/s you can speak: English, Spanish (I’m so rusty though), a little bit of French, and a teeny tiny bit of Japanese.

34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc.): I believe in my many things so yes.

35. Have any quirks?: Uh... I mess with my hair when I’m nervous? & the more nervous I get my (already high) voice gets higher and will go up several octaves the more nervous I get?

36. Your pet peeves: People in my apartment building slamming the front door all the damn time.

37. Ideal vacation: Somewhere with nice scenery and where it’s calm.

38. Any scars?: Quite a few small ones on my head from a car accident when I was just a baby (I went through a window- got a few scrapes but other than that was unharmed) and one on my hand (it’s on both sides of my hand too) from when I was toddler and got bit by a dog.

39. What does your last text message say?: “I’ll let you know when I get some gameplay posted!” I have a sideblog for casual TS4 gameplay. Was telling a friend that I was going to post new stuff soon.

40. Last 5 things from your search history: No thanks! It’s all just checking if a word is really a word and spelling anyways.

41. What’s your [Device] background?: Lockscreen is a wallpaper from FFXV ft. The Chocobros; Hope Screen is Sam & Evie.

42. What do you daydream about?: Writing mostly.

43. Describe your dream home: Decent amount of space, a library room to hold all my books... good lighting, comfy.... preferably NOT in the middle of nowhere.

44. What’s your religion/Your thought about religion: I am not a fan. Particularly of Christianity but everyone has their own beliefs and in that regard, to each their own. Just don’t try to convert me bc the answer is f*ck no.

45. Your personality type: INFP.

46. The most dangerous thing you’ve done?: Climbed onto the roof of the shed when I was little because I got something stuck up there.

47. Are you happy with your current life?: For the most part!

48. Some things you’ve tried in your life: Gymnastics, Ballet, etc.

49. What does your wardrobe consist of?: Lots of t-shirts, jeans, shorts, flats, boots, etc.

50. Favourite colour to wear?: Black or Blue.

51. How would you describe your style?: Extremely casual.

52. Are you happy with your current looks?: Kinda? I really need to cut my hair because it’s gotten so long it’s annoying. But I can put up with it until it’s safe again bc pandemic. My hair is not that important I assure you.

53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be?: Oh God, could I be taller? Like at least 5’3”? Which is still teeny but better than my 4’9” ass.

Do you have any piercings or tattoos?: I have 3 piercings and three tattoos (two finished, one in progress)

55. Do you get complimented often?: Maybe? I’m oblivious to the point that you could have a flashing neon sign with the compliment written on it and it would probably still go over my head.

56. Favourite aesthetic?: Biker Chic!

57. A popular trend that you dislike: Neon.

58. Songs you’re currently obsessed with?: Blessed Be - Spiritbox.

59. Song you normally wouldn’t admit you like: If I like a song, I like it. But if I have to pick one, I know everyone hates Despacitio. I know, ok but I really like the original version bc I like the sound. Latin music always has a fun groove to it.

60. Favourite genre?: Rock & Metal.

61. Favourite artist/band/genre?: Type O Negative, Pallbearer, Ice Nine Kills. Give me all the goth rock/metal and just fun metal in general.

62. Hated popular songs/artists?: Oh boy... don’t hate me but I um... don’t care too much for T Swift? And I’m not a fan of country.

63. Put your music on shuffle and list first 5: Devil’s // Door - VCTMS, Karasu - The GazettE, Path - Apocalyptica, I Walk the Line - Halsey, Drumming Song - Florence + the Machine

64. Can you sing or play any instruments?: I can kinda play bass but I’m still learning so it’s just like... the very bare basics.

65. Do you like karaoke?: I’m very self-conscious so no.

66. Own any albums?: Yes, though majority are digital.

67. Do you listen to radio? What stations?: Yes. I have it on for background noise in my room in which case I don’t pay attention to it, but I have XM radio in my car where I listen to Octane/Liquid Metal/Turbo.

68. Favourite movie/series?: The Dark Knight trilogy or Hellraiser or Nightbreed.

69. Favourite genre of movies/books/etc: Horror, Sci-fi, and fantasy.

70. Your fictional crush/es: Too many. Look at my OCs and their SO’s and you’ll find a bunch of them.

71. Which fictional character is you?: My friends would say Mira Jane from Fairy Tail. My bestie says Mercedes from Fire Emblem Three Houses (minus the devout part bc... I do not have nice feelings re-religion. You do you though!).

72. Are you a shipper? List your otps, if so: Yes, and once again you’ll be reading for eternity. So I’ll sum it up as too many to list.

73. Favourite greek god?: Apollo.

74. A legend from where you live that you like: It’s said that before big disasters happen in the town I live in + the surrounding areas, that you’ll see a panther. Supposedly one has been seen before at least 4 different bad things that have happened over the years. I’m in the midwest though so take that as you will.

75. Do you like art?: I do but I don’t really have a favorite. ... I am kinda partial to Van Gogh though.

76. Can you share your other social media?: I have a Pinterest but since my other social media has my name (which I also share with an OC whoops. That’s what I get for being indecisive and going the first name the name generator gave me) I’d rather not. If you ask and we’re friends I’ll probably give it to you but...

77. Favourite youtubers?: I don’t really watch too many anymore but I’ve been watching a lot of jacksepticeye’s gameplay. Aside that I tend to just watch channels like PlayStation Access or Outsidexbox.

78. Favourite platform?: Instagram

79. How much time do you spend on the internet?: More than I should, I’m sure.

80. What video games have you played? Which one’s your favourite? Uh, if I had to list them all you’d literally be reading this for eternity. To sum it up, I mostly play RPGs/JRPGs, open-world, survival horror (my fave), and a few (emphasis on few) FPS. Favorites are (once again with a limit): Bioshock, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Until Dawn, Silent Hill 2, and Fatal Frame.

81. Your favourite books (manga also counts): do you know how f*cking hard this question is as someone who’s a bookworm? Ok, ok um... Gotta have a limit or I’ll never shut up... um... Three favorites: The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern, Horns by Joe Hill, and American Gods by Neil Gaiman.

82. Do you play board/card games?: On occasion! They’re best with bigger groups but alas, my apartment is rather small and I don’t have a lot of space for multiple people so I don’t play them often.

83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema? No, but it sounds fun.

84. Favourite holiday: Halloween!

85. Are you into dramas?: As in, tv dramas? Kinda? I have a friend on lived in SK for a time and got into K-dramas so I watch them with her from time-to-time when she visits.

Would you use a Death Note if you had one?: No.

87. What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to?: Oh boy... make everyone get along, ensure everyone could live their life to the best possible, etc.

88. Could you survive a zombie apocalypse?: Possibly.

89. If you had to be turned into a paranormal being, what would it be?: I’m going with mythical instead of strictly paranormal but... a vampire!

90. What would you want to happen to you after your death?: As in to my body? Cremate me. To my stuff, give my books to a good home and take care of my bird.

91. If you had to change your name, what would be your pick?: Most people call me by my middle name already since I got tired of people calling me the wrong name (& I like my middle name better) and insisting my first name was actually a nickname (it’s not, it’s the same as the musician I’m named after) so if I were to eventually be bothered enough, I’d have it legally changed to my middle name.

92. Who would you switch your life with for a week?: I don’t know to be honest. I’m fairly happy with my life so I think I’d just not switch.

93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo: 🌊

94. Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true: I took karate classes for several years, I’ve never dyed my hair, I’ve had two jobs thus far.

95. Cold or hot?: Cold I guess? If we’re talking in reference to seasons give me cool (aka Fall).

96. Be a hero or be a villain?: Hero because being a villain would mean I’d have to be mean to people and I can’t even pick the mean options in video games without feeling guilty so...

97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme?: um... no? I’m not quite certain what this means but I’m going to go with no?

98. Shapeshifting or controlling time?: Shapeshifting!

99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death?: Immortal.

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pickybearcub · 4 years

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Getting to know Spiderboy: Chapter 14

Pairing: Peter Parker x OC Genre: Friendship/ Adventure/ Family Warnings: Curious Ned, short chapter

A/N: GIFs not mine, story dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Story Summary: Ten minutes. Ten minutes was all it took. She found his backpack in the alley and left before he got there. Now, before Peter knows it, Ned thinks he has a secret girlfriend and Spiderman has to be her kibble runner.

Story masterlist here

Peter: I messed up. BIG TIME.

Nadia just stepped through a portal to her apartment when her phone buzzed. It had barely been two hours since she and Peter went their separate ways. She wondered what could have happened in such a small time frame.

Immediately, she called Peter, worried. The line only rang twice before he answered.

"What do you mean 'messed up'?" The young woman asked before the teenager could say anything, making sure her tone was concerned and not angry. She knew that Peter would ramble if she let him lead the conversation.

::Ned found out, Nadia!:: His voice was a harsh whisper. ::He found out I'm Spider-Man.::

"How?" She asked plainly, cutting in to help keep his answers short and to the point.

::He saw me sneak into the apartment while I was still in costume.::

Nadia raised an eyebrow, "You didn't change before going in?" She asked, confused. Didn't she give him his backpack before sending him home?

::He came over tonight, and I think I might have been a bit distracted at school when he talked about it. He was sitting on the lower bunk, I didn't see him.:: He groaned, frustrated with himself.

"Oh boy…" Nadia didn't know what else to say. At least there wasn't any danger and no one was hurt.

::He's going to ask all these questions at school tomorrow. I just know it.:: He sighed, defeated.

"Peter, I know it seems bad right now, but it might be a good thing." Nadia started.

::A g-good thing? H-How can it b-be a-::

"Breathe, Peter." She said sternly. Nadia was glad the next few moments were silent except for his breathing. She counted in her mind and gently instructed, "A little slower." It took a minute for the raspy sound of hyperventilation to turn into slow, shaky breaths. "Ned is your best friend. Isn't it a good thing that you won't have to keep such a big part of your life from him anymore? That you don't have to lie or make excuses?" The young woman asked.

::I-I guess… Keeping everything from him always made me feel guilty.:: Peter said, his voice becoming more steady and his pitch returning to normal.

She heard the sound of him let out one big breath of air, as though conceding. ::You're right. I'm just a bit worried about Ned. You know how- how well... enthusiastic and excited he can get.::

"Ah." Nadia chuckled a bit and nodded in understanding even if he couldn't see her. "You definitely have a bit of a challenge there. It's a good thing you've calmed down then. All I can say is good luck." There was a tone of finality in her statement.

::N-Nadia! Wait!-::

"I can't really give you any advice, Peter. You can handle it, I'm sure. You know Ned, after all, not me." She laughed fully this time.

::Nadia…::

"Hey, get some sleep, Spiderboy. You'll need it for tomorrow."

::O-Okay… Okay.:: He replied softly.

Nadia ended the call. She knew if she kept talking to Peter about the situation, he would start overthinking things and just get more nervous.

She understood his nerves though. Ned was very excitable.

"So who's the new hero you're working with? I saw the security cam video on Youtube. Whoever they are, did you notice they've been following you for a while already?" Ned asked as they walked to school.

Peter bit his lip. So other people noticed for a while now?

"There've been pictures of Spider-man with a weird shadow or blur recently. Some people think it's like in those Final Destination movies where there's some kind of grim reaper or omen that someone is about to die."

Peter sighed, there was no use denying it, really, "It's really not my secret to share, Ned. It'll be all up to her-"

"Dude! The newbie's a her!?" Ned exclaimed. The thought of his best friend being a superhero really fired him up, but finding out a new female vigilante made her appearance too doubled his excitement. "You can't really tell from the pictures, because she's always a blur or a shadow. In the video, she just rushed in, then you can barely see her in a corner of the frame."

Throughout the day at school, in different classes, Ned continued to pepper Peter with questions about his powers, the Avengers, and occasionally, Nadia.

-- SPANISH --

"What are her powers exactly?"

"Magic."

"Whoah! Like Harry Potter magic? Does she use a wand? What's the core? Unicorn hair? Ooh! Or dragon's heartstring! Does she make potions like Snape? Or is it Gandalf magic?"

-- HISTORY --

"Did she like, ask to be your sidekick?" Ned whispered.

"No. She's not my sidekick." Peter said firmly. "She's my partner."

"Like Batman and Wonderwoman? That's cool! What's her superhero name by the way?"

"She hasn't decided yet."

"It should be something like Shadow, or maybe Wraith. She looks like a ghost, plus the whole reaper thing on the internet. Circe could work. It's the name of the Greek goddess of magic."

-- MATH --

"Do you two like have attack strategies and stuff?"

"Not really. We haven't worked together long."

"You should have like attack form delta or cool code words like that! That would be so badass."

-- CHEMISTRY --

"Is she pretty?"

"Wh-What?!" Peter hissed, his face turning red. He was saved from giving an answer by the teacher who called the two teens' attention.

Ned still got his answer from his friend's blush and stuttering reaction, his mouth forming an 'O' followed by a silly grin.

-- GYM --

"Is she one of the Avengers?"

"No."

"Is she like Tony Stark's long lost daughter? She's dark-haired. Or maybe the Winter Soldier's? He has black hair, right? She used magic in that video though, I bet she's Asgardian. Oh my God! Dude, she's not Loki's daughter is she?!"

"Ned, no! Shhhh." Peter shushed. His friend's speculations were getting a bit out of hand.

It was after coach Wilson passed by them that they heard Liz and a group of her friends gossiping on the bleachers.

"-Well, what about the Spider-man?"

That earned the two teenage boys' rapt attention.

"Didn't you see that security cam video on Youtube?" He fought off like four guys!" Liz said, her tone full of admiration.

"But with the help of another hero." Someone spoke up.

"I think the other guy was just back-up. He barely did anything in that fight, and Spider-man took care of the robbers." Liz argued.

"Oh my gosh… She's defending him. She's crushing on Spider-man!" One girl gushed.

"No way!"

Liz shrugged, smiling. "Kinda…"

The others speculated that he might be some totally burned, older guy.

Liz simply said that it wouldn't matter to her because what was important was the person on the inside.

"Peter knows Spider-man!" Ned blurted out so loud, everybody in the gym heard and stopped what they were doing.

“They’re friends...”

Peter closed his eyes for a split-second. He'd prepared himself mentally for Ned's onslaught of questions, but there was no way he could have prepared himself for this.

Panic set in and he hurriedly stood up to try and explain.

"Ah-No. A-Actually…"

He really wished Nadia was here. Maybe she did know some Harry Potter magic and could obliviate everyone in the gym.

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 2

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 6,462

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Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

The first thought I had when I woke up was…

...who the heck painted my ceiling green?!

Because last I checked, it was a midnight blue… or maybe more of a cobalt blue? Azure, possibly…?

Whatever it was, it was most definitely not green.

I narrowed my eyes up at it groggily before deciding I didn’t care and rolled over in bed, curling onto my side. Which led me to my second question…

...where had this frigging baby crib next to my nightstand come from and what the actual frick was it doing in my room?

No… forget the crib… what was the deal with the absolute mountain of Huggies boxes stacked up behind it?

Either this had to be just one of the weirdest, dumbest, not to mention lamest pranks Anna had ever pulled on me or…

...or this wasn’t my room.

I shot up in bed, wide eyes darting about. Yup, definitely not my room. Not unless I had decided to do a few home improvements in my sleep and say, I don’t know, move my door to the total opposite wall. Or how about the entirely different furniture, complete with a giant shelf packed tight with more baby books than a person could possibly ever need in one lifetime? Then of course there was that heaping pile of toys and stuffed animals stacked in one corner. Did I mention the sheer amount of Huggies? Because dear god, the Huggies…

I was going to have nightmares about drowning in an endless sea of them, mark my word.

It was as I was shuddering at that mental image that it finally all came rushing back to me and I gasped - my wedding! My escape! My shoplifting! My breakdown on Rayne’s doorstep! My-

Wait, wait, go back… Rayne!

...that’s probably where I was. Still in her apartment. But… I didn’t remember this room… not walking into it, not even so much as a glimpse of it, just… not at all...

Placing a cool hand to my forehead, I searched my muddled brain some more for the details of what happened last night. Or, seemingly last night anyway, if the early morning light streaming in through the window curtains was any clue. I remembered… her inviting me in… discovering she was married and expecting, which would somewhat explain the almost disturbing amount of diapers… and then I’d-

Oh dear lord, I had utterly and one hundred percent lost my absolute marbles. Oh gosh, what must she think of me…

I couldn’t remember much after that. Nothing, in fact. My memories just abruptly stopped. Had I... fainted?

Well I wasn’t going to get any answers if I kept hiding in here. Even less so if I curled up into a ball under the covers and waited for the earth to swallow me and my shame up whole, as lovely and tempting a thought as that sounded.

Sighing, I put one bare foot on the carpet, then the other and reluctantly arose. I spotted my… well... “my” ankle boots tucked neatly next to one of the bedpost legs, prompting me to look down at myself to see that I was still in the, erm… borrowed sundress, now thoroughly wrinkled. My hair was still in its braid, though calling it that would have been generous as it was now more just one big frazzled knot. Tossing it back over my shoulder with a sigh, I approached the door, reaching a hand out towards it. My fingers hovered over the knob, hesitating for a split second before twisting it open and stepping out.

A rapid click-clack filled the air as I quietly stepped into the familiar living room from the night before. It didn’t take long to spot the source. Rayne was seated at the table in the dining space, fingers quickly tapping away at her laptop keys. She looked like she had just gotten out of bed, still in pyjamas and her hair thrown into a loose, messy bun at the nape of her neck. She had a pencil tucked behind one ear and the light from the screen reflected off the lenses of her black-rimmed glasses, her entire focus trained on her work.

“Morning, sunshine,” she chirped, not looking up nor putting the brakes on her typing. “Be with ya in just a sec.”

“Take your time,” I murmured, not wanting to interrupt whatever she was in the middle of. I figured it was the very least I could do after having a total core meltdown in her living room yesterday.

Not quite sure what to do with myself in the meantime, I once more reached for the tangled-mess-formerly-known-as-braid that was my hair, idly toying with it as I glanced around. It didn’t seem like there was much more to the apartment than what I’d already seen. To my right, there was a short hallway with three more doors, each closed. Presumably one another bedroom where the happy couple slept, one a restroom, which would make the third a…?

Letting my curiosity get the better of me, I stretched a hand out towards the nearest mystery door to take a quick peek.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Rayne sing-songed while otherwise still fully engrossed in her laptop.

I froze, fingertips brushing the doorknob as I turned my head to blink at her. Then I pursed my lips to one side. “...closet bursting full of baby diapers?”

Her typing abruptly silenced and she directed an eyebrow quirk my way. “Actually, yes. How did you know?”

“Wild guess,” I said dryly. “I’m sorry, did you say you were having a baby or a litter?”

“Shush, you, I’m nesting,” she harrumphed, fingers blurring across the keyboard once more.

For now, maybe it’d be better if I kept my hands to myself. Who knew what other potential death traps Macguyvered out of baby paraphernalia lurked about this place? Hugging myself, I trudged over to the dining table, took a seat opposite of Rayne and waited.

Hardly another minute ticked by before she gave a satisfied final tap to the laptop. “Annnnnnd done!” she beamed, clicking the device shut. She then leaned forward, resting her elbows atop the table and propping her chin on her interlaced fingers as she regarded me. “So…”

“So…” I fidgeted some more with my frazzled knot, averting my gaze. “...on a scale of one to off-my-rocker, how crazy did I sound last night?”

She closed her eyes with a bright grin. “Oh, you were batshit, sweetpea.”

I winced. “That’s... what I thought. Sorry.”

“Don’t be!” she brushed it off with a flick of her hand. “It was the most excitement I’ve had in weeks, so actually I’m a little grateful.”

My mouth twisted into a wry grin. “Well then… you’re welcome, I guess. I’m glad my neurotic episode could brighten an otherwise dull moment in your life.”

“Oh hush, you know I love you.” Crossing her arms, she leaned back in her chair with a sigh. “Now it was a bit hard to keep up, but let me see if I got the gist here. You,” she struck up a finger, “were going to get married…”

I hung my head, “Yeah.”

Another digit rose. “...but realized you didn’t love him…”

My shoulders slouched as I sunk down in my seat, my voice getting smaller as I said, “...yeah.”

Up went the third. “...that you never loved him…”

Grimacing, I slumped forward, pressing my face into the table, “Uh huh…”

“...and so you dumped him at the altar.”

I groaned, banging my forehead against the hard, wooden surface. “I am the worst.”

“Aw, sweetheart, no.” The scraping of her chair against the floor could be heard as she scooched around the table closer to me before I felt her hand rubbing light circles against my back. “You… just got scared is all, and you panicked… I mean, really? You did the right thing.” I turned my head, resting my cheek against the table now as I gave her a dull stare. She pressed on hastily, “No, seriously! If you’d had stayed, you wouldn’t have been happy. He wouldn’t have been happy. It would have been a terrible marriage, your lives would have been miserable… really, you did him a favor! I mean, sure, could you have handled the break up a bit better?” Her face scrunched up slightly before she flung her hands up in the air with a shrug. “...Maybe?”

“Ugh!” I full on faceplanted into table once more. “The absolute worst! I deserve to be locked in a tiny, cramped box filled with spiders and worms and dung beetles and moldy, rotten eggs and, and anchovies and-”

“Sweetie, sweetie, you’re spiraling again,” she cut me off gently, taking hold of my shoulder and pulling me back to sit up straight once more and look her in the eye. “The point is, I’m sure he’ll understand.” My eyelids drooped at her. “Eventually! I’m sure he’ll understand eventually. Just… give him some time, let this whole thing blow over, then you two can talk. Get some closure. Okay?”

I looked down at my lap with a sigh and just gave a weak, noncommittal shrug.

“Okay then. Now,” she hesitated, gnawing her lower lip. “...can I ask… when you made a run for it, why of all places did you come to my apartment? I’m always, always here for you, you know I am, but it’s been… god, I don’t even know how long… years since we even last spoke. You didn’t have someone else, any other friends or anyone you could have turned to?”

I swallowed hard and slowly shook my head. “I don’t… have any friends. Not really. It’s… always been hard for me to make them. I’ve just never been good with people. You remember how I was as a child back when we were at summer camp, all nervous and awkward and hardly able to string two words together.”

She gave me a small smile. “Yeah, and all the other kids didn’t even give you a chance, just figured you were some snooty, rich brat who thought yourself better than them and couldn’t see you were just shy.” Her grin turned a touch wicked. “I pummeled them good though and made them regret ever picking on you.”

One corner of my mouth twitched upward and I nodded. “I was always so thankful for your friendship. I’m… sorry we drifted apart over the years.”

“S’okay,” she waved a dismissive hand. “We lived so far apart from each other, only seeing each other every summer. It’s just something that happens sometimes as people grow older, I suppose. But hey… looks like we’re not quite done with each other yet.”

“Guess not,” I chuckled softly before my face sunk into a frown once more. “I never did get any better at making friends. Everyone I know now… they’re all my parent’s friends… or they're his friends…”

She tipped her head to one side. “His?”

I gave her a pointed look. “Him.”

“Oh. The dumpee. Right.”

“They’re all just… they’re not people I really know, they’re… acquaintances, you know? And they’re all from munny, they’re all from that world, they were all at the wedding, they… none of them would have understood. Except for Anna, but she still lives with Mother and Father, so best she could do was help me escape. But after that?” I fell silent, shaking my head.

Her brow furrowed. “What about your home? Couldn’t you have gone there?”

I gave a derisive snort. “With what munny? I fled in my wedding dress, so I didn’t even have my phone on me, much less my wallet, so it’s not exactly like I could've called an Uber. Besides, even if I could have, that’d have been the last place I went. My parents pay for my condo and after what I’ve done, I can’t face them. Not ever again. I’m never going back… Mother, Father, my old life, all of it... it’s the past now.” My face hardened as I murmured, “The past is in the past.”

She blinked at me a couple times. “Don’t you think you’re maybe being a bit over dramatic? It’s your parents. They love you, no matter what. I mean, sure, maybe they’ll be a lil pissed, but-”

“No, you don’t understand,” I shook my head with a scowl. “What I’ve done… I did it in front of all their friends, their colleagues, their… I’ve embarrassed them in front of so many important people. And don’t even get me started on how much they spent on the wedding that I didn’t even show up to,” I grimaced, now squeezing the giant knot that was my hair. “I had a… we had… they had a plan for me, for my whole future, and I just… blew it all up and threw it back in their faces. So no, they won’t just be pissed, they’ll be furious… we’re talking yelling, screaming, we’re talking Hulk smash, we’re talking end of days, wrath raining down from the heavens kind of mad here. They’re going to cut me off and…” I gulped, slumping down further into my chair, eyes downcast as I whispered, “...and disown me.”

Rayne placed a hand on top of one of mine and I glanced up at her again as she said, “You should call them. But maybe… just give them a little time to cool off first? In the meantime, it’s a good thing you found me again.” She smiled and I couldn’t help a tiny one of my own in return. With a couple pats to my hand, she added, “What luck you chose my town to get hitched in, huh? Talk about coincidence! What would you have even done if you’d decided to pull your lil disappearing act in a whole other city?”

“Actually, we were deciding between a few venues in different cities to host the ceremony in.” I frowned thoughtfully. “But something kept pulling me back to Radiant Garden in Twilight Town. I think… it was because of you. Subconsciously, I was already planning an escape route weeks ago. You were already my way out, my rope made of blankets hanging out a window, it just... took me a while to realize it, I suppose.”

“Well, happy to be your blanket rope any day, boo,” she tapped my nose with a grin. “A lil warning next time would be nice though, kay? Ya know, just a quick heads up, something like, ‘hey, I’m planning on making like a banana and splitting from my own wedding and need a place to crash’ will do.”

I breathed a short laugh. “Noted, though I don’t really plan on making a habit of this.”

“Speaking of plans, any ideas what your next step’ll be? What exactly is your plan here?”

“Ugh, don’t get me started,” I rolled my eyes. “Already had this talk with my reflection yesterday and trust me, she was totally useless.” Rayne stared at me blankly and I cocked my head at her. “What?”

“...context, sweetie.”

“Oh, right.” I suppose there were still a few dots that I needed to connect for her. “Well… after Anna helped me escape, I needed a change of clothes. If I kept parading around town in my wedding gown, it probably wouldn’t have been long before my parents tracked me down. Luckily, first store I stumbled across was a used clothing shop. After I changed into this,” I gestured towards the crinkled mess of a sundress I was wearing, “right then and there in the dressing room is when my panic attack went into full swing and I sort of got into a lively debate with the mirror about where my future was heading. That was about as effective as you might imagine,” I grumbled the last part. “But then I thought of you and asked the person working there for a phone book.”

“Ah.” She looked past me to the coffee table in the living room, where the White Pages had been left, still rumpled but now dried of my tears. “That explains that, I guess. But… it’s a phone book, why didn’t you just call-” She paused abruptly, eyes lighting up as it clicked. “...busted phone?”

I nodded. “Busted phone.”

Her eyebrows knit together now, voice quaking with hardly contained laughter as she asked, “So the next logical step to you was to steal the phone book?”

My eyes darted to the left. “...yeah.”

“As opposed to, ya know, borrowing a pencil and jotting down the addresses on a scrap of paper? Like a sane person?”

I huffed out a soft growl, wrenching at my tangled knot once more. “Hi, have you met me? Not good with people, remember? My brain just shuts down and I get all, I dunno… chicken with its head cut off. And being on the lam after going rogue on my wedding day? Did not help matters when it came to thinking straight, believe me.”

She snerked, ruffling my bangs. “Oh you poor, sweet, socially inept weirdo you! If it makes you feel any better, you’re in good company. As you might recall, I myself am about as eloquent as a potato.”

“But twice as pretty,” a third voice chimed in and we looked over just as Riku used his foot to shut the front door behind him, smirk in place and bearing a styrofoam cup carrier tray with three steaming drinks in it.

“Rude,” Rayne deadpanned, removing the pencil from behind her ear to flick it at him.

He sidestepped it without breaking stride, lips twitching wider. “Not even. You know how pretty I think potatoes are.”

“Dork,” she shook her head as he came to a stop next to her and planted a kiss atop her forehead, depositing one of the drinks on the table in front of her.

These two? Actually kind of adorable.

But also… ugh. Love. Gross.

She smiled, bringing the cup up to her nose with a curious sniff. “Mmmmm, pumpkin spice? How did you manage to swing that this time of year?”

“Aqua,” he said, making his way over towards me now but eyes still on his wife. “She’s squirreled away a secret stash in the back just for you.”

“Bless that woman, she’s an absolute angel,” she sighed happily, blowing on the beverage before taking a cautious sip.

He gave the two remaining cups a quick glance before handing one to me with a friendly grin. “A little birdie told me you’re a fan of peppermint.”

“You remembered,” my eyes crinkled as I looked to Rayne, who merely winked at me. I felt the pleasant warmth from the cup seep into my fingers as I inhaled the aroma deeply. Sure enough, it was some sort of minty mocha blend. I gazed up at Riku, managing a shy, tiny smile. “Thank you. I’ll pay you back.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” he brushed off. “By the way, we haven’t officially been introduced yet. I’m-”

“Riku,” I nodded. “That much at least managed to slip past the fog of crazy and reach my brain yesterday… nice to meet you. Looks like you already know me by now,” I held up the drink he’d gifted me, pointing to where Elsa was scrawled in sharpie across it. Then I grimaced somewhat as I put it down on the table, fingers playing with the coffee sleeve wrapped around the cup. It had a grinning feline face printed on it with the words Lucky Cat Café printed underneath. “...sorry by the way... about last night.”

“Don’t be. You have nothing to be sorry for. Sounds like you were in a tough spot and needed a friend.” He stood beside Rayne once more, resting a tender hand on her back as she leaned into him a bit. “And any friend of Ray’s is a friend of mine. Happy to help in whatever way we can.”

“Thanks…” I murmured, still staring hard at my to-go cup. The side opposite of the logo had a small blurb of a story recanting how before it became a chain, the first Lucky Cat was a humble little shop in San Fransokyo run by a woman and her two nephews. “...you’re both too kind, really…” I paused with a sigh and a shake of my head, “but I’ve imposed on you both too much already. Thank you so much for letting me stay the night, but I couldn’t possibly ask for anything more from either of you. In fact, I should just go. Just… give me a few minutes to get myself together and then I’ll leave you both in peace again.”

Rayne narrowed her eyes at me. “You will do no such thing!”

I rose from my chair, “No, seriously, it’s okay. You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be fine. I’ll figure something out.”

What though? Good question. Was still working on that part.

Her eyelids drooped as she set an elbow on the table and leaned forward. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you still have a bit of a munny problem, as in you don’t have any.”

I gave a weak laugh and shrugged, “Psh, details.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “And just where do you think you’ll sleep while you’re broke off your ass?”

“I have… prospects…”

“...that wouldn’t have anything to do with the box you mentioned yesterday?”

My eyes shifted. “And Carol, can’t forget about her.”

Somehow, Rayne did not look reassured. “And Carol would be?”

Boy, were my fingers really getting tangled in my frazzled knot now. “A… a cockroach?”

“A cockroach,” she repeated, voice flat.

“A hypothetical cockroach,” I clarified with a nod.

“That doesn’t make it better,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Look, there’s no way I’m letting my friend live in a box-”

“Not just any box! A Rolex box,” I interjected hastily. The silence stretched and I floundered a bit under her unamused stare. “So… you know, like… a really nice box.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, no. Not happening. You’re staying with us.”

I shook my head, waving my hands back and forth in front of me. “Oh no, I couldn’t possibly! I don’t want to be any more of a burden than I’ve already been and besides, you don’t have any space for me, not with the baby on the way and-”

“The jellybean won’t be here for another six months at least,” she cut in, looking down to place a gentle hand on her belly. “We were going to turn the spare room into a nursery, but we can clear all the baby stuff out for now and you can use it at least until the kiddo arrives. If you need it for longer, well then, we’ll figure it out at that time.”

“But-”

“Oof!” Riku grunted as Rayne shoved him forward with a smack to his rear. Rubbing his posterior, he looked from her to me. “We, er… we ask that you-” He hissed in pain as she pinched his arm, narrowing her gaze up at him. “I mean, we insist,” he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, whispering, “insist, right?” She gave a firm nod. Clearing his throat, he continued, “We insist that you stay with us. We, uh… won’t take no for an answer.”

Well… when one makes such a super sweet and super coerced offer like that, how could I possibly refuse?

Still I hesitated, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. “I suppose...only if it won’t be too much of a bother… and this’ll of course only be until I can find a more permanent solu-”

“Then it’s settled!” Rayne leapt up from her chair and I staggered as she tackled me in a death-grip hug. “Welcome to your new home, roomie!”

I couldn’t resist a small smile at that. It was fleeting however as the corners of my mouth turned down once more. “That’s only one problem solved though, what about the million others? There’s still my parents, my ex, my- oh gosh, I have an ex now. My first ex. How weird is that? What am I supposed to even do with an ex?! Like what, do I… send him cards now? Like around Christmas? Or is that too impersonal? Maybe this is more of a fruit basket situation... Oh! And munny! I have to figure out what I’m going to do about that now, not to mention my whole life and future and-”

“Stop,” she put a finger to my lips, silencing my babbling. “Breathe. Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be reminding you to do that a lot now?” she huffed softly. “Just… baby steps, okay? I know it all seems like a lot right now, everything is one big fat question mark, but it’ll all get figured out. You’ve already made a little progress already.”

I blinked. “...I have?”

“Yes! For starters, you’re not homeless! But also, think about it… you’re already doing better than you were last night. I mean, at least you’re no longer a complete basket case.”

“I suppose that’s true,” I muttered, absently wringing my hands together. Not a complete basket case… now I was only like twelve percent of one.

Okay, fine, more like sixty percent.

“See? It’s still scary, yes, but not as scary and overwhelming as it was yesterday! All you needed was a little space along with a good night’s rest to gain some perspective.”

I slowly eased back down into the chair. “I guess you’re right… things don’t seem as bad today. Still bad, very, very bad, but… not as much as last night. Heh… it’s funny how some distance can make everything seem small.”

“And it’ll just keep getting easier, believe me,” Rayne rubbed my shoulder as she too took a seat once more. “Just look at this as a new beginning.”

My eyebrows knit together. “A new beginning?”

She nodded. “Yeah, like… okay, what was your life like before? Before you flew the coop, before this whole mess when everything was all status quo, what was it like with your parents?”

A low hum escaped me. “Well, I guess I always just did as I was told. I got the grades my parents wanted me to get, socialized with the groups my parents wanted me to socialize with, went to the university my parents wanted me to go to, dated the guy I thought my parents would want me to date… never did any wrong, always followed the rules… I was always just the good girl I felt I had to be. Being their eldest child, I felt I had an image to maintain, that I must always do what was expected of me, that I owed it to Mother, to Father, to the family name.”

“Okay, sure, but now all of that?” She smirked at me. “You can just forget about it! No more right or wrong and you can take those stupid, stuffy rules and just throw them out the window! This is a new start for you. Now you get to decide what you want for yourself, no one else. You’re free!”

I stiffened at that, blinking a couple times as her words sunk in.

...no right, no wrong… no rules for me?

I’m… free?

That… actually sounded kind of amazing.

But also totally and utterly terrifying.

Where’s a rock to hide under when you need it?

“Earth to Elsa, come in please.” Rayne snapped her fingers in front of my face and I flinched, wide eyes focusing on her once more. “Sorry, I could just already see you drifting off into worrywort mode so figured I had to reel ya back in quick. Look, I get it. Going from life as practically royalty in a gilded cage to being thrust penniless and clueless into the real world would sound scary and daunting to anyone. But you don’t have to do it alone.” She wrapped her arms around her husband’s waist, hugging him close. “You have Riku and me. Just consider us your Real World for Dummies book!”

That… was actually super comforting to hear. I could already feel the anxiety beginning to ebb a bit. “Thanks, I… that means a lot to me,” I smiled faintly before breathing a small sigh. “Okay then, where should this dummy start?”

“Alright, lesson one,” she struck up a finger. “Everything costs munny. Solution? Get a job.”

One eyebrow shot up my forehead. “A job?”

“Yup! I mean, you’re gonna have to pay for rent somehow!”

My other eyebrow rose to join the first. “R-rent?”

Okay, anxiety back now, and cranked up to a thousand!

“Of course. What, did you think this was gonna be a free ride? Pft, please. I’m your friend, not Mother Teresa. It’s for your own good, you’re going to need to learn how to provide for and take care of yourself. But don’t worry, you won’t owe us anything until you land an actual job.”

“Oh… okay.” That didn’t sound too bad, I suppose. However… “Just one question: how do I do that?”

Her head tilted to the left. “Do what? You mean… get a job?”

“Yeah,” I nodded vigorously, “that.”

“You’re kidding me, right? Have you never had a job before?” You could almost hear the non-existent crickets as I just stared owlishly back at her. Finally she facepalmed. “What am I saying, of course you’ve never had a job. Why would you? You have enough munny to make Tony Stark look like chump change… er, rather, you had. Oi, this might be harder than I thought,” she grumbled, rubbing the nape of her neck.

“What were you going to do?” Riku piped up.

I looked up at him with a frown. “What was I…?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, “You know, as in your career? What were your goals, your ambitions, your plans for the future?”

My fingers were back at it again, getting ensnared in my bedraggled knot. I really needed to see about disentangling the stupid thing. “Well, I… I guess I never really thought about it…”

“What?!” Rayne’s head rocked back at that. “How could you not?! Didn’t you say last night you just graduated? What were you going to do now that you were out of school?”

“I was going to get married!”

Were these people even listening to a word I'd said?!

Riku rubbed his chin, “Let’s try a slightly different angle here. What about your major? What were you studying?”

Here I cringed a bit. “Art History.”

Rayne clapped her hands together once, “Well then, there you go! You can apply to a museum or something.”

“But I hated it. Another thing I did only because my parents encouraged me to. I don’t want to work at a museum or sell art or teach it or have anything to do with it!” And once again, I was slumping forward. Hello table, my old friend. Don’t mind me, I’ll just be banging my forehead against you a few times. “Ugh, why did I have to waste four years of my life on that?! Stupid, useless major!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she tugged on my knot, forcing me to sit back up once more. “It’s not that bad, really!”

“Not that bad? I have no skills, no experience, nothing! No one’s going to want to hire me, I’m about as qualified as a frigging kumquat! Scratch that, the kumquat is more qualified because at least it can be made into a smoothie. Can I be made into a smoothie? No! I can't do anything!”

She puffed out a breath, “Calm down, there’s plenty you can do! You’ll definitely figure this out.”

I tucked in my lower lip as I looked down, mulling it over for a second. Then I glanced back up at them hopefully. “...what do you two do for a living? Would either of you maybe be able to get me a job?”

“University professor,” Riku said, jerking a thumb into his chest. “My field is astronomy, not that that helps you one way or another. You said teaching was out.”

“And I’m a reporter for Meteor Publishing.” Rayne looked away with a low growl, “Though lately I’ve been relegated to online editing work from home because somebody thought it would be a good idea to put me under house arrest ever since we discovered I was pregnant.”

Riku held his hands up in a placating gesture. “Hey now, it wasn’t just me. Vyv agreed with me.”

She scoffed. “Stupid useless boss. In any case, I can’t really be of assistance either, I’m afraid. You kind of need the experience and background to work in journalism. You got anything like that? A course you took for fun in college? Wrote for your high school paper? Anything?”

“I’ve never even so much as kept a personal dairy,” I sighed, eyes downcast once more. “It’s hopeless!”

“No, sweetie, it’s not hopeless! There’s still plenty out there for you! Lot’s of entry-level jobs that’d be willing to train you. It probably won’t be anything glamorous, but you gotta start somewhere! Not gonna lie though, it’ll probably be retail. You know... customer service.”

“Meaning…?”

Looking me dead in the eye, she intoned one single, solitary word that rang out like a funeral toll. “People.”

I blanched.

Okay, this was it.

My nightmare.

She cupped my hands in hers and when she spoke, her voice was gentle. “Sorry, but there’s just no way around it. It’s either that or putting that Art History bachelor’s of yours to work. Pick your poison.”

If you hadn’t gotten the memo by now, me and people? Did not go together. Something about being around them caused my muscles to lock, my heart to freeze to ice, my insides to shrivel, and my soul to exit my body. If it were up to me, I’d have become a hermit a long time ago. But I’d never be able to pull it off... I couldn’t grow that iconic beard that was basically required hermit dress code. Bleh, being a hermit was such a male dominated field, it really wasn’t fair.

All that said, however…

“If I were to go the Art History route,” I began slowly, “it would be kind of like I was still letting my parents dictate my life since they’re the reason I majored in it. No… I want nothing to do with that stupid degree.” My expression hardened. “So, customer service it is then. I’m going to make it on my own, this is just something I have to do. It… will be good for me.” Despite myself, my tone lost some of its edge as I asked, “...right?”

Rayne grinned big at me. “Absolutely! Besides, it’ll only be temporary, just something to give you time to land on your feet and figure out what you really want to do with your life. And remember, we got your back every step of the way. I can help you with the job search and filling out applications. Riku’s definitely more of the social butterfly, so he can prep you for interviews.”

My back stiffened. “Interviews?”

Riku gave a light snort. “You know, as in the thing that will actually land you a job? Resumes and job forms are great for getting your foot in the door, but they’re not enough on their own. Employers actually want to meet you, see if you’ll be a good fit, get a feel for who you are, stuff like that.”

Oh dear…

Was it too late to backtrack and get married?

Zip it, brain, I don’t want to hear that kind of talk! Stay strong, girl!

“Why don’t you give her a bit of a trial run right now, hun?” Rayne suggested, standing up and offering him her chair. “Give her an idea of some of the questions she might be asked.”

“Alright,” he took a seat across from me, scooting forward slightly and plastering on a blinding smile. “Hi, I’m Riku, I’ll be interviewing you for the position we’re hiring for.” He offered me his hand and I twitched back from it slightly. Blank stare darting back and forth between his outstretched palm and his face a few times, I at last tentatively took it to shake. He cleared his throat, looking at me expectantly. I blinked at him. He sighed, “...and you would be?”

“Oh! Um… Elsa… pleasure, to uh… to make your acquaintance?” I ventured.

“Likewise,” his hands folded in his lap. “Now tell me, why do you want this job?”

I straightened up, “Oh, this one’s easy. For munny.”

Riku spluttered and coughed into his fist. Choking back a laugh, Rayne said, “Tact, sweetheart. Try not to be so blunt.”

“Oh.”

This whole interview thing was sounding harder and harder by the second.

Having regained some composure, Riku tried again. “What would you say is your greatest weakness?”

My gaze shifted to the right as my fingers fiddled with my knot once more. “Oh gosh, I have so many, it’s hard to pick just one.”

He gave me a dull stare. “Maybe consider… honesty is not always the best policy.”

“Also remind me later that we really need to boost that self confidence of yours,” Rayne muttered behind him.

“Alright,” Riku lifted his chin, “Where do you see yourself in five to ten years?”

Was he joking? “I don’t even know where I see myself in five to ten minutes, let alone years!”

He smacked himself in the face, dragging his hand down. “We… have our work cut out for us.”

And so it went. Riku tried a few more questions on me, but the rest of my answers continued to go about as well as you might expect. As he and Rayne did their best to prepare me for the real thing, I had to keep telling myself that despite my fears and doubts, this was what was best for me. Sure, it was going to be hard but in a way, that was good. My life had been too easy so far, with everyone making decisions for me. Everyone, that is, except for myself. I had been limiting myself and taking the easy way out this whole time, never realizing my full potential. But not anymore. It was time to see what I could do, to test those limits and break through. This was going to be the new me, not that old fake persona I’d always put on because it was what my parents had wanted. It was time to learn who I really was. And above all, I just needed to keep reminding myself that now…

...I’m free.

Author’s note: Whew, answered a lotta questions this chapter and we're done with the setup for the most part! Please just bear with me a little longer and I promise things will start to pick up and heat up more by the end of next chapter! You probably noticed a few not so subtle drops both this and last chapter of lyrics from Let It Go sprinkled in. I'm just a dork who's doing her best to parallel the whole running away/Let It Go scene from the movie with Elsa nopedy-noping outta her wedding in this story xD Also, not sure if it sounds weird for Elsa to say "frigging" or "frick" (she's gonna do it semi-regularly-ish) but trust me, there's a reason she does! There's always a method to my madness, I swear! …and sometimes those methods are stupid, but still, what matters is that there IS IN FACT a method xD

Anyway! Next chapter, Elsa gets a job (take a wild stab in the dark as to where, given that the story title, summary, and cover art are NOT subtle), she meets a CERTAIN someone (well, she's gonna be meeting a LOT of new someones, but there's one in particular we've all been waiting for, you know who :3) and at last the true fun, adventure and mayhem can really begin! Thank you so much for reading, and an extra BIG thank you to those of you out there who liked and reblogged last chapter, seeing that always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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asdfghjkl rose thank you for asking ♥️ this ended up coming out incredibly long, so i apologize in advance!

8) where do you take your inspiration from?

surprising! mostly from visual media, actually. graphics, art, moodboards, films, tv series, that kind of stuff. occasionally, music, and even more rarely, written media (fics, books, poems, similar). that’s for when i’m starting to get ideas. when i already have something written or ideas developed a bit more, then i have a moodboard on pinterest and a playlist on spotify, or i watch something that has the same mood/theme as the thing i’m writing.

15) if you write oc’s, how do you decide on their names?

i don’t usually write oc’s for fics, but i do them for my original stuff. the names depend on the characters’ background and location, but they all have a name that either sounds specific to their character or who they’re supposed to be, or the meaning is very connected.

in other cases, most of the time, i just go ‘woah this sounds cool’ or sometimes i build a whole character because of their name and subsequently the whole story.

21 tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? what is it about them that you admire?

i love this question!! let me give my favourite fic writers a shoutout, even though i’m probably missing some too!! it’s really long but honestly these people worked hard and they really deserve it

@grumpybell‘s ideas are absolutely brilliant. i’m a huge fan. the stories themselves, the plots would be enough for me to have a whole paragraph about, but for me, the characters are where it’s at. well-developed, very true to the canon but also to the universe the fic is set in, but also very well-rounded and overall realistic. the fics just flow really nice, honestly, and i could read them for eternity.

fic shoutout: oh darling, here’s hoping god i remember reading this red riding hood au and just... falling in love. i did. i fell in love with bellamy as the wolf and clarke’s desperation to save him, and the new take on the fairy tale, it was just absolute perfection. i keep coming to it every once in a while, honestly. it’s just magic.

@asroarke is one of those people who are just integrated into a fandom’s fanfiction. imagining t100 fanfiction with asroarke is like... imagining the sky without the stars. i think those fics were the first ones i read when i joined the fandom, and i remember one of the things i thought was how easy it was to read. everything flowed as if there was no effort needed, as if the words have always been there, just plucked and placed on a blank document. and the consistency, honestly, damn. these fics are better than probably more than half of published stuff i’ve read.

fic shoutout: drag me down. look there’s a pattern here and it’s the mythical/legends/fairy tale aus. i present you with a retelling of little mermaid in the most beautiful, soul-wrenching way. i waited every single chapter for when i came out. i read it as soon as i saw it came out, even if i was in the middle of grabbing coffee with a friend. honestly everything by asroarke is absolutely fantastic.

@blvke-bellamy okay look. when i saw may is just 15 i nearly fell off my chair. i’d kill to have that talent at 15. i would. look, i keep saying look, because i’m shook. but honestly, may’s characterization is brilliant. she took my faves from the 100 and managed to insert them into a different universe, and they feel so much like the original characters and not at all. the dynamics between them are so raw and so pure and so believable i cried at one particular scene in her fic. or it might be two scenes. and look, this is impressive on its own, and then knowing she’s just 15...god.

fic shoutout: step into the sun is a bellarke tangled au and honestly. i’m a slut for tangled. it’s so damn good. and this fic?? inspired by tangled?? absolutely brilliant. marvelous. 11/10. brought my fish to life. and honestly murphy is my favourite in the fic, literally one of my favourite portrayals of him in every fic i’ve ever read. i binged this. i lost sleep over this. no ragrets.

@pawprinterfanfic (i’m biased but. in top 3 fic writers ever. and i’ve been in a lot of popular fandoms.) paw manages to take a universe and make it hers. paw manages to create a universe out of nothing and make it feel more realistic than my own life. and honestly, i am reading her hunger games au right now and it’s amazing, but the best part is that i’m also reading the harry potter au which is even better and although both are masterpieces, i can see the improvement. the development of the characters, the amount of effort in planning and mapping things out, it’s marvellous. her fics just speak to me on a different level, it feels as if i’m experiencing them myself rather than reading them, and what i’m mostly in awe of is how immersed i am in those fics, especially the newer ones. i feel like it’s a rare skill to have.

fic shoutout: starry eyes and galaxy minds (we’ll be dancing on the clouds at night) which is a spider-man au, and honestly, i cried. it’s beautiful. it’s a masterpiece. but so is literally every single one of paw’s stories, so it was a really difficult choice. the harry potter one? j k rowling wishes she wrote it.

skai_heda (i don’t know their tumblr please someone help me find it). where do i begin. honestly. when i started reading the fic i put below, i was mesmerised by the writing style. it was partly in second pov which i’d usually refuse to read, but this writing style is something that belongs to gods. the characterization is amazing, it manages to fix some of the stuff in canon without actually changing it. everything just comes together naturally, and i always feel so satisfied when reading their fics. plus, the writing style again, especially in the fic below, is flawless. some people can create magic with their words, and i’m convinced i’ve just found one.

fic shoutout: everything that comes after deserves so much!! more!! attention!!! i remember reading the first two chapters and just being like...wooow. i was starstruck. i left a long ass comment. it’s so unique and so beautiful. it’s the only fic on this list written in the canon universe, and it’s one of my favourites i’ve ever read about the canon universe. it hurts. it makes you cry, and ache, and understand, and smack your head because you just want people to be happy. if i could pocket the way this fic made me feel, i would always keep it with me. (a little frustration, but a whole lotta love.)

give me a number and i’ll answer questions about writing fanfiction

just in case you’d like to see the same questions answered for non-fanfiction/non-fanfiction influence, see below!

15) if you write oc’s, how do you decide on their names?

specific example of mentioned above - a wip about teenagers who come from a rich side of town and a poor side. there’s posh names, like cedric, declan, byron and gregory, for people who are supposed to represent the posh, stuck-up class; hadley, tessa, abigail, kate for privileged people who are the ‘good guys’; and luca, oliver, han, freddie, who are from the poor side. it’s very classist so it was very important that the names represent the characters. usually, i go for the “vibe” of the name over the meaning, to be honest.

21 tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? what is it about them that you admire?

i love this question!!

fiction: maggie stiefvater, because her raven cycle series genuinely feels like magic when i read it. the characters are brilliant. erin morgenstern, who wrote the night circus, because that novel also feels like magic. donna tart’s the secret history feels as if you’re reading a secret and the storytelling sort of reminds me of f. scott fitzgerald’s the great gatsby in a way i can’t really describe. she creates a beautiful, magnificent atmosphere and you know what the characters are doing is wrong, but you completely understand them and it makes me, as a reader, question my own moral standards. madeline miller’s the song of achilles is a beautifully written masterpiece that made me fall in love with mythology, legends and history all over again. the way she develops the characters and retells the story i’ve heard a million times is so poetic and beautiful it just resonates with me on a different level. and finally, leigh bardugo with her six of crows series that again, makes me question my morals, but shows the friendship and loyalty between people in a beautiful way. it also shows a romance that i think is one of best written i’ve read, up there for me romances from the novels/series i’ve already mentioned.

there’s a pattern - storytelling and character-building that feels almost otherworldly, very focused on emotions and character development. basically, stories that you feel like as if they were made into films without proper, detailed development, wouldn’t translate well enough to bring the world to the screen. and romances incredibly well-developed over time, that go beyond just being romances and actually show a beautiful connection.

special mention of these directors, as they have a huge influence on my writing: christopher nolan, john krasinski, quentin tarantino, m night shyamalan, steven knight, guillermo del toro, alfred hitchcock, for their storytelling and character building. also, some of these are for the suspense that seems to come naturally. i know most of these are very popular directors, but they’re popular for a reason. i could literally write an essay on each of these people, honestly. my writing is very inspired by motion pictures, i most often look up to how these directors approached some things that i have in my writing, especially themes. (this could literally be a whole essay on its own)

#zoyanasyalenzky #god this took me ages #fic rec #the 100 #bellarke #these are all bellarke fics #i should probably say this #also #fic talk #rose #i had so much fun though #and there's so many people i haven't put in here #mostly because i'm exhausted #i just really love reading these people's fics #ask me questions if you want horribly long answers #i'll always deliver #also i might do a fic rec soon #probably should ah

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hallodraws · 6 years

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Silkster | A Spider Story (04)

Wordcount: 1,974

Summary: “In September 2018, NYC, after college student Jonas Jaeger encounters the hero Spider-Man, Peter takes him back to his place to hear details.”

Warnings: Language, Very minor mention of injury

Author’s Notes: Part 4 of my story for my MCU OC, Silkster. While I love Infinity Wars, Spider-Man: Homecoming, etc, I love the rich history of the comics as well and wanted to write my own “Universe”. This is just for fun and I love researching all the different variations of the Spider-Man characters to compose my own story. Hopefully, you guys enjoy this so far ♡

『 04』

The car ride was a short one, but it was peaceful. Peter turned on the radio, listening to the newest chill tune sweeping the world by storm. He hated to admit it, but Peter was a big fan of this song, despite its current popularity. He wasn't by any means a hipster or anything, but he definitely had his likes and dislikes, and his interests were definitely more on the unique-side. Regardless, I watched as his head bobbed back and forth to the beat, that goofy smile still on his face. What in the world was he so happy about?

Water began to sprinkle across the windshield. I looked out the window and saw as thick clouds started to fill the sky, an orange hue running along their bottoms as the thousands of lights from New York City beamed up at them. The weather report didn't call for rain tonight, but this view made up for any inconvenience. Soon enough, this little sprinkle turned into a full-on downpour. That was okay, though. Rain in the city always made everything so shiny, and the light bouncing off the wet surfaces made it all look so magical. In about fifteen minutes we were at Peter's apartment. As he pulled into a spot, we looked outside again. It was insane out there. Where the hell did this weather come from? With the car and radio off, we could actually feel the truck shake from the amount of rain bulleting off the roof. Peter looked at the entrance, then back at me - his eyebrow slowly starting to rise. I knew that look. Suddenly we both bursts out laughing. We knew no matter how fast we ran we were going to get absolutely soaked. We could also tell this downpour wasn't going to stop any time soon. Together, we bolted out of the truck and ran full speed to the door, still laughing so hard our chests hurt. It's a shame Peter didn't park closer. Once we got to the door, we stopped, just for a minute to catch our breath. I could feel my hair and clothes clinging tightly to my body. Looking at Peter, he was just as lucky as me. "Ha...haha, Sorry you had to pick me up in this, Pete," I said through broken laughs and gasps. "Are you kidding?" He said, opening the door for me like a gentleman, "Like I was doing anything better." I pat him firmly on the back as we both ran up the stairs to his place, my hand making a loud "thwap!" when making contact with his wet back. We continued our laughing fit the whole way up as we left a dripping trail behind us as we went. "Should we find a wet floor sign?" Peter joked. I shoved him playfully up the stairs. "Get moving! It's fucking cold in here!" God, was I right. I was freezing. The chilly September air outside and the breezy stairway inside made my wet clothes feel like ice. I'd have to remember to take some time to dry off before I went back to the dorms. Hopefully, the storm would stop by then. Finally, we made it to his apartment. Peter turned the key and stepped in, eager to get inside out of this chill. "Go! Hurry up," I continued to poke fun at him, "or I'm gonna have icicles on my--" Peter quickly turned around, placing a finger to my lips. "Shhh," he hushed, "look." he removed his finger and pointed inside the door. I peeked inside, looking above his shoulder into the living room. There was May, fast asleep on the couch - remote in one hand and a bowl of popcorn balancing ever so precariously on her stomach. Peter could barely contain his chuckles as we both crept into the apartment, careful not to let the door squeak behind us. At a turtle's pace, we tiptoed across the room - stopping every now and again when May groaned in her sleep. After what felt like eons of the game "red light green light," we made it to Peter's room. As the door closed behind us, we each let out a deep exhale - apparently holding our breath while we snuck by May. Peter wasted no time and went to the bathroom, coming back in a flash. He was carrying two clean towels in one hand and a damp washcloth in the other. Peter placed the first towel on the bed, patting it with his hand as a cue for me to sit. I did, and right after, he draped the second towel playfully over my head. "Hey! You ass!" I said through hushed laughs, hoping not to wake May in the next room. Peter just answered with a chuckle of his own. I slid the towel off my head. I watched as Peter stripped the soaking wet shirt from his torso and slid off the sopping jeans that clung to his legs. I could feel my face grow a little hot. Peter looked... good. Did he always look like this? Was he working out lately? I watched him dig through his drawer for a new shirt, putting it on quickly. I watched as his face turned to a smile at the feeling of fresh, dry clothes as he walked back over to the bed, sitting beside me. "Dry off, man," He ruffled the towel against my hair, "or you're gonna catch a cold. Your face is already getting red, you don't have a fever, do you?" Thank god he was so clueless. I dried my head and hair to the best of my ability, eventually wearing the towel like a blanket across my shoulders. Peter took my arm and looked at the cut. It was already wet from the rain, but it seemed a bit irritated, so he began to press his warm cloth against the injury. I could tell I winced just a bit. "Oh, don't be a baby." He mocked, "I'll be done in a minute, anyway."

"What do you think of Spider-Man, Peter?" I asked without warning. I was just thinking about it, but I guess my mouth decided it was better to share. "W-What?" Peter looked taken aback. I suppose I could've led into that conversation a bit better. "I'm curious. What do you think of Spider-Man?" "I... well," he proceeded to look at my arm intently, cleaning the scratch again, "I mean he's okay I guess. I've never met the guy, obviously. But he does a lot of good for the city. And he kept you safe tonight and got back your bracelet. What's not to like?" "True. I just wish I was able to get my wallet and cash back too," I sighed into another laugh. Even when I'm getting saved by a hero, I still lose out one way or another. "Yeah, he-- wait, what?" Peter's eyes bugged out of his head for a second, "You didn't get your wallet back?" "No. Just the bracelet," I answered. "Turns out Spider-Man is also forgetful," Peter rolled his eyes and sighed. "It's cool though. There wasn't a lot of cash, and I canceled my credit card on the drive here," I found myself laughing again, "I wonder what he looks like-- ouch! Pete!" he began rubbing a little too hard. "S-Sorry! I wasn't paying attention." He apologized vigorously with that goofy grin back on his face. What a dork. "Nevermind, it doesn't matter. I probably won't ever see him again anyway." I blew on my wet wrist to let the injury dry. "Never say never, Jones. New York's not that big a city." Peter walked to the bathroom for a second, returning with a large bandage. He peeled back the protective covering and placed it firmly on my arm. "Will I survive, doc?" I smiled as I pressed the edges of the band-aid down, securing them in place. "Bout a 50/50 chance," Peter elbowed me. As the room filled with the sound of hushed laughter, a loud crack of thunder broke our attention. I looked out the window again. Rain beat furiously against the glass as if it was desperate to get inside. "Jeez, it's not letting up is it?" I said with a lackadaisical drain to my voice. "Why don't you spend the night, man?" "Wait, really?" I was surprised. I don't know why. Peter was a gentleman. He wouldn't have let me walk back to campus, and I would've felt bad having him drive out there in this weather. "Yeah! There's no class tomorrow, you haven't spent the night in a long time, and Aunt May won't mind either," He didn't even let me decide. He could tell just by the look I gave him what my answer was. He went to his drawer and pulled out another dry shirt, handing it to me, "Here, give me those wet clothes. I'll throw them in the dryer." I hesitated for a second, then proceeded to stand up and begin removing wet articles of clothing. Peter was a good friend of mine, and we had gone swimming at the beach and pool together. But this was different in a way - more exposed. There I stood in my boxers alone as I handed the curled up ball of damp clothes to Peter. Peter didn't seem fazed and went out into the hall as I quickly pulled his dry shirt over my head. "Huh, same size. That's convenient." I remember muttering to myself as I sat back down on the bed. Peter returned shortly as another loud crack of thunder shook the apartment, the lights beginning to flicker this time around. "Wow! Where the hell did that come from?" He said as he hopped into bed, leaning against his headboard. "I know! I've never seen anything like it before." and I hadn't, not in the city, at least. Weather like this was pretty natural back home, but rain like this was really out of the ordinary. I looked at Peter. His eyes were closed as his head rested against the headboard. He looked so peaceful. As fun as this night had been towards the end, it was in fact ending. It was late, and I didn't wanna keep Peter up. "I'm beat! I think I'm gonna get some shut eye," I began to move to the empty spot on the floor, figuring that would be my bed for the night. Whenever I spent the night in the past I'd sleep on his couch, but tonight that was May's domain. "You're gonna sleep on the floor?" Peter's eyes were now open, looking intently into my own. "Well, yeah. May's on the couch, so I just thought--" "Dude, I haven't even cleaned my floor. Just stay up here with me. The bed's plenty big enough." Peter scooted to one side, effectively opening up more bed real estate for myself. "You sure?" Peter didn't answer. He just took one of his pillows and placed it in the spot next to him and pulled up the covers, showing me there was a welcoming spot to rest my head for the night. I looked at his floor. Peter was right, he really didn't clean anytime recently. I smiled and went with my best option - relocating beside him. Peter reached for his lamp and turned off the light. "Hey, Pete?" I said, sliding into a comfortable position. "Yeah?" he laid down facing me, clutching a pillow in his arms. "Thanks." I turned to face him. "For what?" he asked. "Getting me tonight. You know, making sure my night didn't end on a bad note." "I thought Spider-Man did that." He rolled onto his back, looking at the ceiling. "He did. But you did too." I closed my eyes. I could hear Peter chuckle to himself. "Anytime, man."

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spider-bih · 6 years

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Algebra II [Peter Parker]

Traces Of You Series [P.4]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, implied sex (briefly mentioned by a side character), mentions of drug use (weed) (not condoning illegal drug use or romanticizing it), angst, shitty writing, etc

A/N: More editing. I half regret how descriptive I got on my OC lmfao.

Part 3, Masterlist, Part 5

"You are the most organized guy I've ever met in my life.", she said, looking over his old Algebra notes with surprise. He was more surprised than her though. He didn't think he'd have last years notes in his mess of a room and he didn't think he'd be able to make his notes seem organized and still make it here on time. He looked organized, but it reality, his room and notes were as hectic as his double life. Peter was just good at keeping up appearances- at least in this case.

"Oh- I'm-I'm not that organized."

"You have a highlighter color code."

"Alright maybe a little- I just.. got..bored." He cringed at how that sounded. Actual nerd.

Her brows furrowed, "Bored? How bored- I'd do anything before I color coded my notes- I barely even take notes, which explains a lot, I guess.."

He just sighed, "So uhm.. where exactly are you struggling?"

She looked over the notebooks he had sprawled along the small table in her apartments little dining room, eyes scanning the pages for a few moments. He just watched her, still wondering if all this was real. He was here, in her apartment, helping her with schoolwork. Three weeks ago, he didn't even know she was a she! Life was unfair- but it was also so weird. One minute, all he knew about his neighbors across the hall was that they constantly wore hoodies- the next, he knows one of them is a stunning girl his age, who needs help in Algebra. Wow-

"Alright, I'll tell you right now, I recognize absolutely none of this shit- except that the dates are from last year- do you even have Algebra II right now?"

He shook his head, "No, I take Advanced Calculus now."

"Calculus? I don't even want to imagine what that's like.."

"It's not that bad-"

"Yeah, for you maybe. Us regulars tend to hate math and usually suck at it."

Peter lets out a little laugh, "Really, it's not that bad. Look, let me show-"

"Parker. I only need help with Algebra II right now. I'm not taking Calculus next year- especially if I fail Algebra II because you wanted to show me Calculus."

He raised his hands in defense, "Alright! Alright. Strictly Algebra. Got it."

"Algebra II.", she corrected.

"Right. Algebra II.", he replied, moving to grab the first Algebra II notebook he'd used at the start of his Sophomore year. Thus starting the very long process.

"I hate this so much. Can't you just teach me enough to let me get a low C? I don't need an A. I'm just trying to pass, man.", she huffed, laying her head on her table.

Peter shook his head, "No. It'd be easier to just learn all you can so it's easier to-"

"I just want help on the things I'm being tested on, Parker."

"That won't help you in the long run and you know it.", he replied.

"It's not helping me now! It's just fueling my want to throw these damn books out my window!", she groaned into her table, hands balling into fists near her head.

So, Peter learned one thing about her by helping her with this. She was absolutely terrible at math- so much so she often confused even him. She kept mixing up problems with the wrong solutions and often got lost while she was solving said problems in the wrong manner. It had been hours and they'd barely gotten through much, if anything at all! The afternoon sun set long ago- and he knew he had to go soon, but by god, he didn't want to. This was frustrating, yes- but there was something about her. Something that made him want to stay- and no, it wasn't because he was seemingly enchanted by her. Yes, he found her to be stunning, but there was more to it than that. It was something he couldn't pinpoint. She was just different, but not in that cliché way. She just truly wasn't like any girl he'd ever met. She didn't go to his school, so she didn't know how much of a nerd he was or how low he was on the social ladder- if he was on it at all. She only knew him as a helpful neighbor- so far.

She was like a new start- a breath of fresh air.

She didn't know him as Penis Parker like everyone else did. Not as the guy Flash liked to torment or the huge loser that geeked out over Star Wars with his best friend. She only knew him as Peter from across the hall. Peter from Midtown. (Peter, the guy who color coded his notes when bored.) Peter Parker, her helpful and okay at Algebra neighbor. It was nice.

"If you throw them out the window, we'll never get through this, and then I'll forever be in debt to you for returning my mail.", he joked, hoping to earn himself a laugh or some sort of positive emotion from her.

She lifted her head to look at him, amusement flickering in her eyes, making him grin softly. Something. "My name is [Y/n]."

[Y/n]. "That's a pretty name..", he wasn't too sure how he didn't stutter through that- he'd just said her name was pretty. MJ would die if she'd heard- she'd give him such shit about it.. Ned too, probably..

She gave a small amused smile, “Thanks?”

Peter didn’t know what to respond to that with. Insist he did find it pretty? Make himself look and sound even more like some cli-

"So, brainiac, how are we gonna get through this? Either I'm really that bad at math, or you're an awful teacher. If both are true, we're screwed and you're stuck being in debt to me forever.", she said, pulling him from his thoughts.

"So I'm not Parker anymore? Bummer, I was getting used to that.", he shrugs, "I can just keep coming over to help you. Eventually I'll find some way of helping you learn this- I mean, if you want, you know. If-If you don't want me-"

"Sounds fine to me, Parker. I can't have you over everyday though. Sometimes my cousin has people over and they get really loud."

"You can come over to my place- if you want. My uh- my Aunt won't mind. It's usually quiet anyways..", he offered.

She stares at him for a moment, but for him it feels like forever. Was it too soon to make that kind of offer- "Okay.", she says. One word- something so simple, but his hearts so excited. "I'm not sure exactly what days he'll be having people over though.. so I'm not sure how we should plan for that."

"Well- uh- you can just text me.." Smooth, Peter. Nice job-

"Yeah. You can give me your number, I'll text you when I need to."

"O-Okay..", he responds, ripping a little piece of blank paper from one notebook he hadn't filled up entirely. He wrote down his number in pencil and slid it her way. Now he was wondering if she was going to give him hers or- his Spider-Sense was going off. Damn- someone was in danger. Now? Of all times?

"Uhm..", he begins, "I uh- I have to go. I have to go grab some things for my Aunt from the store and-"

She waved her hand, cutting him off, "You don't have to tell me your plans. You gotta go, then you gotta go. There's no need to explain anything to me. It was cool of you to even come by and try to help."

"R-Right.. well- you can keep the notes and stuff- you know, so you can go over them on your own if you want? I don't- I don't need them anymore."

She gives him a little half smile, "You just don't wanna clean up after yourself."

"Huh- no! No- I'll clean- I will, really quick-", he starts closing up the notebooks, but her hand grabs his wrist and he freezes instantly. His nerves are going haywire, and his Spider-Sense is not helping. For once, he hates his heightened senses. He hates how he can see, hear and feel everything about this moment. He absolutely loathes that he can feel her hand so intensely against his skin. How easily he can smell her sweet perfume and hear the soft beat of her heart. He especially loathes how this will be on his mind the entire night- or maybe even his entire life.

"You just said you had somewhere to be. I was only joking. Go wherever you need to go, Parker.", she tells him, tone softer than he's ever heard it thus far. Her hand drops his wrist and he finds himself missing her touch- stop being like this..

He just nods, "Yeah- yeah you're right. Thanks.. [Y/n]. Bye." Her name tastes weird on his tongue- but not in a bad way. He kind of likes how foreign it seems- is that weird?

There's something unreadable in her eyes, and it looks like she's fighting back a smile- but why would she- "See you around, Parker."

He's nodding again, and then he's leaving her apartment. His thoughts are racing, his hearts pounding and his Spider-Senses are screaming at him now. He's still standing outside her door- and then he's rushing into his own apartment. He's still thinking about that moment while he suits up. He still feels her warm hand on his wrist while he's webbing some petty mugger up for the cops to find. The smell of her perfume still clings to his sweatshirt as he lays wide awake in his bedroom.

What the fuck is happening? What is this?

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strangershield · 6 years

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We’ll Be Okay

Pairing: Peter Parker x OC

Warnings: panic attack, light swearing (only once or twice), mentions of anxiety

A/N: none

For once I was in a situation where I couldn’t think of the right thing to say or do. I always knew what to say, whether it was giving dating advice to MJ or helping Ned talk Peter through missions. Even at school I knew how to get out of trouble or gain a few extra marks (Peter calls it cheating but I refer to it as tasteful debating skills). My words are my superpower, yet when I looked over at Peter with tears streaming down his face at 3am I was speechless.

It was just after 7pm when Ned rang. I was surprised but not overly concerned. He would sometimes call on a Saturday to ask for a favor or two. His favors would always be related at Spider-Man. It happened by accident, discovering Peter’s identity. I had been absent from school due to illness for the day and needed to get my homework. His Aunt May let me in and told me he was out but my things were probably in his room. To his unfortunate luck I was scanning through his notes when he climbed in through his window, still dressed as Spider-Man. After much screaming he told me everything. At first I didn’t know what to do or say. Was I angry at him for risking his life or for not telling me? Was I happy that he was happy or because I found out? In the end I took a week break before calling him. It was meant to be a 24 hour cool down period but I couldn’t call him. I felt betrayed and scared and helpless all at once. Finally I came around and together we helped each other. Now I occasionally lend a hand if Peter runs out of time for an essay (the jerk) or his suit has a meltdown. Usually it’s a bit of fun and we forget that we’re dealing with real life or death situations. When Ned rang I knew something was different.

“Robyn, you need to find the nearest hospital for the location I’m about to send you.”

“Is Peter okay?”

“No, I mean yes. I mean it’s not- shit Peter to your right RUN RIGHT OTHER RIGHT DAMMIT. Oh god, sorry what did you ask?”

“Ned you’re scaring me.”

My phone vibrated and Ned’s message came through. I put Ned on speaker as I opened my laptop.

“Seriously Ned what’s going on?”

“Just search for the hospital.”

I groaned, trying not to lash out at him. “I am, but I need to know if Peter’s okay.”

I waited but received no reply. Rolling my eyes I entered the location and found the hospital. I told him the address but sent it to him anyway just in case he misheard. He thanked me but didn’t hang up. I stared at my laptop as I heard Ned mumble things to Peter who was on another line. Despite Ned’s reassurance, or lack there of, my heart speed up as I listened to every intake of breath and curse. This was one of those nights where everything did seem real. Peter was a teenager with a normal life. He had friends and homework and bullies. He had a family.

“Peter you’re almost there,” Ned sighed. A pause. “No you need to hurry. Forget about that wannabe Joker and get them to the freaking hospital.”

I couldn’t take it anymore, and I knew Ned wouldn’t provide any information until the mission was done. Sighing, I ended the call and got into bed. After texting Ned and Peter to tell them to let me know what happened I shut off the world and started Netflix. The outcome could wait until tomorrow, Ned had it sorted. I needed to forget about it all, especially since my crush is out in the street risking his life for strangers.

Knock.

I blinked, slowly awakening. Brooklyn Nine Nine was still playing on my laptop, meaning I probably feel asleep during an episode. I closed it and fell into my pillow, guessing the noise was apart of the show.

Knock knock.

I sat up and glanced around. My eyes fell onto my window where I could faintly see the outline of a figure. My mouth went dry as I shifted, pulling my sheets away. I nearly screamed when a light struck the mysterious figure’s red suit. “Peter?” I wondered, creeping towards my window. Sure enough, Peter was standing on the fire escape, head lowered but facing me. I opened the window before reading his body language and frowning. Something didn’t seem right. Wordlessly I offered him to come inside which he did, not once looking up. I closed the window behind him and crossed my arms as he sat on my bed. What was weird wasn’t him being in my room but the way he was acting. We’d known each other since the seventh grade and had always been close. Tonight however, his body looked defeated. Slowly I approached and sat next to him. I struggled to find my voice, and it felt like he did too.

“Peter, what’s wr-“

“I didn’t know what to do.” He interrupted, voice wavering. I looked over at him and only then saw the tears that shone in his eyes. Worry gripped me.

“Whatever happened tonight it wasn’t your fault.”

Pause. “It wasn’t just tonight.” His voice was barely above whisper. I saw him start to shake. “I-I can’t do this Robyn. I’ve hurt people.”

Then he broke down. I watched as his hands started to shake and tears spilled onto his cheeks. His breath quickened and became uneven. It was as if he was letting himself feel everything all at once: pain, fear, regret, despair, loss. He was stuck in a trance, stuck in his head. I felt my heart break and tears prick my own eyes as Peter stayed unmoving except for his shaking hands. I knew what was happening. It’d happened to me too many times before for me not to realize that this was a panic attack. Subconsciously I knew that I should be worried about waking my parents or not sleeping when I had to be at work in five hours but I didn’t care. In that moment nothing but Peter mattered. I tried to find words to comfort him in some way but I had nothing. My heart rate sped up slightly as I continuously swallowed and bit my lip, my brain screaming words at me to say but I never did. They all seemed wrong. They weren’t perfect. Eventually I wrapped my arms around him and eased him against me, letting his body collapse onto mine. It was awkward but it felt right. I held him as he cried silently. He must’ve been wary of the time too as his eyes flickered between my clock and me. It didn’t help his current state. The time shouldn’t matter. Suddenly I wished we were far away from everyone, a place where Peter and I could scream and cry and no one would hear.

As I rubbed my hand up and down his arm, trying to be comforting, I noticed his tears slow. His body started to relax and I then realized how tense he had been. This was serious. This was real. I waited a while longer before I forced myself to speak.

“Peter, can you tell me what you feel?” It was a technique my mum used to use on me when I had an anxiety attack. I didn’t think it would work but my mind was blank. It was the only option I had. The silence that followed drilled a hole of dread into my stomach. I stuffed up.

“Nothing.” he whispered.

“What?” I asked, taken by surprise. He repeated himself, sounding more sure of his words.

“I feel nothing...and everything. Like my body is numb but on fire.”

I closed my eyes, knowing exactly what he meant. “Anything else?”

He took a few breathes before saying, “my chest hurt before but it’s easing up. I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest. My fingers feel cold and sweaty.”

To my amazement he laughed at his sweaty palms. Despite myself I found myself laughing too. It dawns on me that his tears had stopped yet he hadn’t moved. He was still with me, his head on my chest, only now we were lying down. I blushed but tried not to focus on it. Instead I focused on his feelings. “What were you, or are you, thinking about?”

He paused before speaking, calculating his words. I smiled knowing that I do the same.

“Everything. I saw faces of people I’ve saved and the villains I’ve battled. I couldn’t stop thinking about the pile of homework I have on my desk and Aunt May’s concern for my grades. I thought about Ned too. I felt like I was letting him down since I couldn’t complete a simple instruction.”

I swallowed and carefully chose my next words. “Peter, I think you had a panic attack.”

He lied still in my arms, my words resting heavily on us both. The silence that followed only confirmed my theory.

Minutes pass as the silence continued. We both were too awake to sleep but too tired to speak. Finally Peter spoke, his voice quiet as if speaking required courage.

“I didn’t tell you the entire truth before Robyn.”

“What do you mean?” I whispered back, not wanting to break whatever trance we were in. He shifted as he chose his next words. “You asked what I was thinking about,” he whispered back. “I didn’t tell you one of those things.”

When he spoke I could feel his voice vibrate against my body, his back on my chest. I remained silent, hoping he’ll see it as my permission for him to continue. He does.

“I was thinking about Ned and school and Aunt May, but I was also thinking of...you.”

My heart shut off as his words assaulted me. My mouth stupidly closed and opened repeatedly and I thanked the universe for the darkness. “Me?”

“Yeah, you. I was worried what would happen if something bad happened to me. I wouldn’t be able to tell you how I...how I fell about you.”

I remained silent, too shocked to think. He continued.

“Robyn, I like you. I mean of course I like you we’re best friends. Who wouldn’t like you? I just like you as, um, asmorethanfriends.”

He blurted out his confession and let out a breath while I suddenly felt light headed. Peter Parker just told me that he liked me more than a friend. I struggled to find the right words but once again I was speechless.

“This also wasn’t my first panic attack.” Peter mumbled, his voice barely a whisper.

“Peter...” I sighed, overcome by too many emotions. Gently I rolled him off me so I could sit up. I put my head in my hands as I tried to think of what to say first. He sat up too and nervously picked at his suit.

“Are you mad?” He asked, breaking the silence once again.

I shook my head. “No, not mad,” I replied. “Actually yes I’m mad. And sad. And confused and happy.”

He asked why and yet another silence followed as I prepared to speak.

“I’m mad that you haven’t told me about them before, and sad because you have them. I’m confused because I thought you would never like me in that way. I’m happy because you do.”

Slowly he takes my hand and squeezes it gently. I put my head on his shoulder and close my eyes, wanting to stay like this forever. “Always come to me,” I tell him. “Never suffer alone.”

“The same goes for you.”

I laugh despite myself and feel him laugh too.

“What about us?” He asks.

“Well, that was quite the confession,” I joke. “But I guess we feel the same way. Let’s not rush, okay? We need to sort ourselves out first.”

“But not alone.”

“Never alone.”

We stay together until we both glance at my clock. 4:13am. Without exchanging words we know it’s time for him to go. We walk over to my window together and look out at the city. My apartment is on the fourth floor and the view isn’t great but something about the time makes everything seem magical. I turn to face Peter and smile before hugging him tight. He holds me tighter, as if we might mend each other this way. We break apart and I help him through the window. We both know he didn’t need help.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” I ask before he leaves. He smiles and brings out his mask. The moonlight makes his suit a pale red and his hair a lighter brown. He looks like a hero. “I’ll be okay. You?”

I nod and he smiles, putting on the mask. With that he turns away and jumps off into the night. I stay until I can no longer see him, then wait some more. Eventually I drag myself back into bed and try to get some sleep.

The vacuum wakes me up earlier then I would have liked, but I know I need to get ready for work. Grumbling I find my phone to check my messages and my heart skips a beat.

Message from: Peter Parker

Thank you, I’m okay. R u?

I reply and smile. Together, we’ll be okay.

#peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x reader #peter parker x oc #marvel #avengers #fanfiction #writing #my writing #fandom #tom holland #spider man: homecoming #oc #love #panic

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panticwritten · 6 years

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10 Questions from Breakeven2007

Haha, thanks for the tag @breakeven2007, I’m always a slut for answering questions.

Since I forgot to put the rules on the post last time I got tagged, I’ll go ahead and do that this time. Basically, if you’re tagged, you answer the questions your tagger left at the bottom of the post, then you tag some other folks and leave your own questions at the bottom for the next people to answer!

I’ll do this under the break again.

1. What OC makes you want to tear your hair out and why?

Okay, when it come to writing a character, like getting the writing down when I’m writing them, it would probably be Jay. They spend so much time locked away in their lab that they talk to their androids more than they even see other people. They have shaky morals and I always want to write them as being better than they are.

With the way characters act and general ‘what are you doing?’ tearing my hair out, I’d say it’s Sawyer. Because most of my writing is daydreams and I’m writing the things that happened in my daydream, I write with the knowledge of how much those decisions fucked me over. Sometimes I wish I could go back and whisper in my past-self’s ear saying “NO!”

Retrospect is 20/20 and I hate it.

2. Do you like going back and reading old writing or looking at old drawings? Why or why not?

Oh my god, yes. To a point. I love reading 2014-onward writing. Before that, there are things I should just let die. I have a completed Johnny the Homicidal Maniac/”Gory Demise” by Creature Feature fanfic in the depths of my DA, for Christ’s sake.

The worst part is, on my particularly nostalgic days, I have thought about rewriting that ;^;

But I like looking back and seeing how far I’ve come in my writing. I like seeing how different projects change the way that I write. If I read my god-awful writing for 2010, I can actually start to believe it when people tell me my writing is good. Because no matter how many flaws it might have, It’s better than it was. That’s all that matters in the end.

3. Have you ever had a daydream so long and extensive you actually have to catch yourself before writing all that shit down because it was good.

HA yes.

I’d like to say that all of my daydreams that I end up writing are like that, but I know that isn’t true. I waited about a month before I started writing Breaking Furnace, and it took one of my friends asking questions about what in my daydreams was bothering to get me to write Sequence of Regrettable Happenings. I started writing Trollhunter’s: Subverted a few says after the daydream started, but I wish I’d started sooner. So many little details were lost from the first couple days.

The daydream sequence that brought Journey to the Center of Our Mind around is what I’m thinking of for this one. So much just started happening at once and I started writing it as soon as I could tear myself away from the actual daydream.’

On a vaguely related note, the beginning plot for Savior Destroy came out of an actual dream, and so did Damien, one of the paras/characters I have.

4. What is the hardest genre for you to write?

I’m not sure if this actually counts as a genre, but the hardest thing for me to write is physical fights. I’ve never experienced an actual fight, and I have a hard time balancing pacing, action, emotion, all of that stuff.

5. How often do you pull all-nighters (if you do)?

I don’t really pull all-nighters, but I come close a lot. I normally go into staying up past 2am expecting to stay up the whole night because I used to all the time. I never do, though, because I get tired and can’t function. I’m already so tired all the time, I have a hard time when I reach the middle point between normal levels and the I’ve-been-awake-for-36-hours-I’ve -never-felt-so-alive high. I miss the manic feeling of staying up the whole night, but it’s probably not a bad thing that I can’t seem to get there anymore.

I normally just end up making bad decisions lmAO

6. Is your writing better with or without sufficient sleep?

Without. I do good writing between like 8pm and 6am which is why I try to stay up so often, even if I know I’ll fail.

7. Do you have a favorite fandom? If so, why?

Favorite fandom, not really. If I stay on the very surface of fandoms, they’re fine but most of the time if I go any deeper I just end up getting uncomfortable so I tend to not delve. I probably like what I’ve seen of the Dragon Age fandom the most, though. Particularly DA2 because I will fight on my stance that DA2 is the best game in the series.

I just like things. I like the things and I especially like it when I watch/read/listen to things without my brain deciding to give me another 500,000 page-worth daydream to obsess over. Can I just be a casual fan for once in my goddamn life please.

8. What book would you recommend to anyone who asked, regardless of personal taste? (Doesn’t have to be your favorite.)

The Belgariad and The Mallorean. It’s actually two five-book series, but they are everything to me. It’s a fantasy series by David Eddings (and his wife, Leigh Eddings, though she wasn’t credited until much later), and it’s a wonderful coming of age story.

The Belgariad is really focused, most of the characters (except for the protag of course) know roughly what they need to do and who the bad guys are and where they need to go.

The Mallorean delves a lot deeper into the particulars of war. That even the ‘bad guys’ aren’t necessarily evil or irredeemable. There’s a lot more confusion, mystery, and the unknown plays a big part in how the story plays out and the decisions the characters make.

They’re Good Books.

9. Is there an author that you can’t stand? And conversely, one that’s on your auto-read list? Why?

I think I’ve answered a question similar to this on this blog. I haven’t really found an author that I hate, partially because if I start a book and can’t get through it I tend to forget that it and its author exists. Mostly, though, it’s because of how writing grows and a writer can do terrible work in one genre and be great in another. For example, I don’t really like most of James Patterson’s work because the way he writes crime fiction is a little too much for me. I love his YA modern fantasy/science fiction writing, though! Maximum Ride and (okay god I can’t remember what the series was called, like ‘W’ or something, it’s about witches) were genuinely enjoyable, even if they have some big continuation and plot issues that come along with the past pace at which authors like JP write.

I’d say that I want to read every piece of writing that Daniel Handler has ever created as Lemony Snicket. The voice in his work is SO GOOD and fun to read. I’ve been reading TSOUE to my sister and I’m noticing more and more that went completely over my head when I first read it in middle school. Some jokes that are more relatable now that I’m older, and I fully appreciate how terrifying Count Olaf is as a villain. I’m also in the process of reading ATWQ, which takes place in the childhood of Lemony and his first mission as an apprentice in the VFD.

10. If you were a published author, would you support fanfiction of your work? (This is tumblr so I kinda assume so, but some people wouldn’t want someone to “mangle” their work, if you will.) Would you support complete crack ships or ships that you didn’t agree with canonically?

This is kind of a double edged sword, to be completely honest. Since, even in the works I could publish, the main character is a version of myself from my daydreams, fanfiction could be a little weird for me to read.

But, like, fanfiction?? And fanart????? Of something I wrote?? That would be awesome. It would be cool to see how people see my characters, even if they completely fuck up the actual characterization. There is only one noncanon ship that I wouldn’t just say ‘oh, okay, not what I had in mind but fine.’ I wouldn’t ask people not to write it because you know write what you want, but Sawyer and Dominic is something that doesn’t sit well with me.

And that’s a wrap!

I’ll go ahead and tag @cadewrites @itstheenglishkid and @alextriestowritestuff

Okay, here are my questions for you!

1. Do you have any pets? How about your OCs?

2. How do you beat writer’s block?

3. Where do you draw most of your inspiration from?

4. How do you and your OCs feel about pineapple on pizza?

5. If you had to choose a fictional universe to live in, which one would it be?

6. Would you get along with your OCs if you met them in person?

7. Which of your OCs would burn a house down or overreact in a similar way if they even thought they saw a spider?

8. What’s your favorite time of day to write?

9. Have you ever written an AU of your own work?

10. Have you ever written a scene so emotionally charged that it hurt you upon rereading it?

A fun story relating vaguely to question 7. Once, I was drawing during the summer with the window open. A dragonfly zoomed in as I was about to close the window and go to sleep, so I abandoned my room in terror, screaming, and slept in the living room instead.

I’m not even scared of dragonflies?? They just don’t belong in my room.

#tag game #questions #this was fun #story time

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Imperipath

Nanowrimo day 19 Featuring my April Fool’s OC Stiles Kavinsky and a rando Modern dystopian superheroes-gone-wrong thingy? Original world Finished and unedited

“Jesus effing Christ, Mary, you can’t just do that!” The voice was cracked, exhausted, and stressed beyond all measure. The woman to whom it belonged could not have been older than twenty five, perhaps thirty, at the most. She adjusted the beanie which sat comfortably on the back of her head and brushed herself off. Her companion, a stunning aphrodite of a woman, landed gracefully on the ground, the blue glow around her subsiding presently. She turned her gaze upon the first woman, her eyes returning to their normal hue of electric blue.

“Sorry, Stiles,” she apologized, lifting one hand, a joyous smile upon her beautiful, full-lipped face. She was gorgeous, the most beautiful woman who had likely ever walked the face of the earth, or at least, she certainly was next to the gremlin called Stiles. Mary shook out her long, bouncy, red mane and laughed aloud. “I just keep discovering new powers… it’s amazing! I don’t know where they’re coming from, but I feel…”

“Burdened with a glorious purpose?” Stiles didn’t seem terribly amused, pulling her large, red-rimmed glasses off and wiping them furiously between her index finger and thumb which were both couched within the fabric of a dingy, hooded sweatshirt. She was nothing to look at. She might have been pretty once, or maybe she was one of those women who “cleaned up good”, but no effort had been put forth to do any of that today. Looking at her, one got the sense that she prided herself on how little effort she expended. She was clean and did not stink and that seemed like the extent of her primping.

“It’s just,” Mary said, hesitating and looking down at her hands. “I have all these powers now… I have to help people with them!”

“Says who, exactly?”

Mary looked thoughtful, chewing her full lower lip. Even her thinking face was beautiful, picturesque. Someone should have been there to paint her portrait, to immortalize her pensive beauty. Alas, it was just the two of them in a field somewhere in the Midwestern United States. Wheat brushed at their thighs and the early afternoon sun rose into a perfect blue sky. Stiles tilted her gaze upward, shielding them from the brightness, squinting at a flock of geese flying over and honking madly.

“This isn’t like, Spider-man or some shit,” Stiles offered, returning her attention to Mary. “You don’t have to become some kind of savior. Actually, you should probably get a job, first.”

Mary bristled at the comment. She had never held a job in her life. She had never needed one. People, it seemed, tripped over themselves to give her things, to provide for her and make her life easier. As a result, she had grown more than a bit spoiled, in her friend’s estimation though, for the most part, Stiles herself was far too polite to say this. She seemed on the edge of doing so, however.

“Look,” she continued, “for the past year and some, you’ve been blooming like a hydrangea… honestly I don’t even know what that is except that it’s a flower… and they bloom. Anyway, you’ve been popping up these cool-ass powers and shit, but like, how do you know they’re not dangerous to you? And no matter if they are or not, nothing in the whole wide world of sports says you’ve gotta become some kind of fucked up crusader.”

She was making an attempt, trying her best to dissuade her friend from doing something she could see was incredibly stupid. Mary watched far too much television, read too many bad novels, and lived in a fantasy world which was an elaborate reconstruction of reality in which she was the longsuffering hero, or the perpetual victim. This, she could not see, of course (people like her rarely did) and as a result, Stiles thought that her friend becoming a superhero of some kind was “bad news bears” in her parlance.

“Let’s try and figure this out,” Stiles said, hating the implied plea in her voice. She knew darn well that if Mary decided to do something with her powers, there was little anyone could to to stop her. Her abilities ranged anywhere from telekinesis, to straight-up blood-bending. This latter gave Stiles the willies, but again, it was something she tactfully kept from Mary. She also suspected the woman of possessing some kind of low grade telepathy. Mary seemed to pick up surface thoughts with some ease, but pushing deeper gave her a nosebleed that was somehow also attractive. It irked Stiles, but she figured at that point, she was just being a nitpicky bitch.

Maybe I’m jealous, she thought. Oh wouldn’t that just suck a fat one? Mary’s head snapped up at that and Stiles realized too late that she had considered that option a little too loudly. In her experience, Mary was skilled at disseminating emotional weaknesses in others and veritably preying on them. She wasn’t certain why she kept company with Mary, but their companionship persisted.

“Are you jealous?” Mary’s question sliced through the quiet afternoon viciously, going for the jugular. Stiles considered it a moment, wondering if she could get away with lying once she had truly started thinking about it. Am I, though? I mean who doesn’t want power? Every kid’s dream is to be some kind of superhero or wizard or whatever.

“It’d be kinda fuckin’ cool to be able to do all that shit, yeah,” she admitted, seeing no reason to hide the obvious. She could see the other woman’s demeanor change, then, and she did not like it. Mary had always lorded an air of superiority over Stiles, who, again, had been too polite to point out the utter horseshit of that particular notion. She thought that perhaps she ought to have enrolled the girl in a TED talk about how to be a non-shitty friend at some point, but maybe that was being a little bit harsh. I’ve got no one to blame but my own idiot self, she reminded herself internally, a bit deeper this time.

“I’d give you some of this if I could,” Mary said, lying through her teeth. It was that falsely genuine tone she used when she was trying to gain sympathy. Stiles hated it. In fact, as they spoke, she was finding more and more that she simply hated about Mary. It wasn’t her looks, her voice, any of those things about which she could do nothing; it was her piss poor attitude.

“That’s very kind of you,” said Stiles in her most neutral tone. She felt like absolute filth, allowing herself to be so deceptive, but in a very real sense, she was in danger. Mary had god-like power and here they were, talking in a field, where no one would find a body for a while, should something pass between them which was beyond reconciliation. Stiles got the distinct feeling their discussion was rising in that direction no matter what she did. “Thank you.”

“I just... “ Mary hesitated, the wind tossing her hair this way and that. The red caught the light and flashed. She hung her head and looked down at her hands, the very picture of contemplative melancholy. Stiles’s mouth twitched in the ghost of a sneer she had to fight down. “My life hasn’t… ever given me any breaks,” Mary continued. “Everyone always leaves me. I end up alone and… and I don’t understand why.”

Stiles watched her sink to her knees and resisted the urge to move forward and pat her on the back. The very idea of laying a hand upon her companion made her guts turn. She stayed right where she was, just observing, waiting for Mary to make her next move. This felt very much like a drama that simply needed to play itself out. It was not the first time the woman had broken down and talked about how difficult her life had been, but it felt as if each time was the first, for her, like she did not recall doing it previously.

“I have this… this one thing,” said Mary, “and you want to have it, too. Do you know how that feels?”

“Not… really, no,” said Stiles, arms crossed. Her caution was bordering on pure irritation now, a jarring, whiplash change. She had never felt pity, such a sensation was beneath her, but what had been there before had at least been some form of sympathetic affection, or at least a self preservation instinct to keep one’s enemies close. Cynical today, aren’t we?

“It feels like shit!” Mary struck out with her power, whipping her hand toward her companion, who was tossed back several feet and landed hard on her back, knocking the wind out of her. She coughed and sputtered for a few seconds before recovering herself, gasping deeply and sitting up. She did not respond to pain with fear, but rage, and it took all of her not inconsiderable willpower not to throw herself into the abattoir of Mary’s newfound power, just to get a fistful of those crimson locks and give them a hard yank before being vaporized.

“W-we square?” Stiles managed this only between a couple of chest-clearing coughs. Her cheeks were red, the color settling high and running right to her ears. “Or do you need to flex your new power by tossing your friend around a little more?”

She leaned forward and then stood up, brushing herself off as if getting hit with a psionic blast and knocked onto her back had been a mere inconvenience, something minor to be brushed off like so much lint. She was doing it on purpose. If there was one thing power-mad narcissists hated, it was to be rendered irrelevant. Stiles was not sure Mary was quite to that level yet, but this outburst had done its bit to convince her of the advances stages of Asshole-oma in which her fellow human (she could not even think of Mary as a companion anymore) now found herself.

“I’m sorry,” Mary said, not moving any closer. “But you made me do it. Your jealousy… it hurts me.”

“Yeah honestly, I don’t give a fuck how it makes you feel,” Stiles shot back, her tone flat and dangerous, though she knew she could do nothing to stop Mary if she wanted to tear her into pieces and feed her meat to the crows. “I’d be more inclined to care if you showed a shred of… like any empathy for anyone other than yourself, but you don’t. You never really have, but these powers haven’t helped.”

The very concept that someone who was less than she was telling her off infuriated Mary and she summoned a tornado of blue fire which scorched the wheat around her and surrounded her body in a pillar of power. Stiles stood her ground, though the heat had become oppressive. It was becoming difficult to breathe, but she had already decided she would stick it out through this, until she was dead or unconscious.

Without another word, Mary shot into the sky leaving a scorch mark and Stiles behind. The latter released a breath she had not realized she’d been holding and looked around. The field was a wreck. The wheat that wasn’t singed was shriveled and even over-ripe. Whether it was from the heat or some other, new power Mary had just manifested, Stiles neither knew nor cared.

She dug her phone out of her back pocket and scrolled to the S in contacts. Tapping a name she lifted the device to her ear and listened to the ringing as she headed toward the edge of the field. A middle-aged woman’s voice answered her call. “Yes?”

“Mrs. Sue, ma’am? I did what I could, but your daughter… she’s unreachable. My condolences.” Stiles ended the call as the woman broke into sobs. Passively, with nary an expression of sympathy upon her features, Stiles dialed another number and held the phone out in front of her, switching to speaker.

“Agent Imperia,” came a cold voice from the other end. The signal was crisp for being out in the boonies.

“Sir.”

“You have news about the omni-powered asset?”

“All due respect, sir, she’s no asset; she’s a target and besides that, a liability. Have your men in the area got eyes on her?”

There was the sound of movement from the other end, some muttering between people where the phone receiver was clearly covered, and the tap of keys. “Christ, Imperia, her signature’s halfway to the ionosphere!”

“Yes sir, I assumed as much,” confirmed the agent, not bothering to disguise the “I told you so” in her voice. “You’d better take her out fast, before she poses a real threat. Right now, she’s a toddler with a shotgun, but she could get worse.”

The man on the other end grumbled. “You could’ve pacified her, Agent Imperia. Why did you let her go?” He already suspected she had actually pushed this one, who had otherwise seemed fairly pliant and docile.

“She was unstable, sir. As I said, I judged her a liability. Her moods were too unpredictable. She had a mean streak a mile wide. She was a bully, sir, plain and simple. I know you aren’t inclined to hire too many of those, are you?”

“At this juncture, I have no choice but to defer to your judgment, Imperia. I trust you and I hope you’re right.”

“Good call, sir. The subject in question will always be a liability. There’s no handler who can teach her better because she already thinks she’s hot shit, if you’ll pardon my language. Her psych profile suggested latent narcissism. Well, sir, that’s no longer latent. She’s dangerous and she knows it. My advice? Space her.”

The silence on the other end signaled the gravity of her statement. Agent Imperia, sometimes known as Stiles, assumed the field office commander had put his phone on speaker as well. All the better. She was a senior agent and if she judged that someone should be spaced, rather than rehabilitated or even resocialized, there was something gravely wrong.

“Understood, Imperia. Head home. I’m still not happy about this but…”

“I understand,” she responded, ending the call. Stowing the phone, she stuffed her hands into her unipocket and sauntered out of the field and through a copse of trees to her old beater truck. Pulling her wallet and keys free, she stuffed one into the ignition and the other, she tossed onto the seat.

As it fell open a federal ID declared her to be part of the United States Government’s metahuman observation and recruitment division. Under a section labeled “ability/ies”, a single word was written:

“Imperipath”

#OC #OW #dystopia #Stiles Kavinsky

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