#it's fine tho. it'll be fine. we'll live

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Requesting more dom!peter 😮‍💨🥵

𝗔/N: Your request is my command! (especially since I've been searching for more dom!Peter fics myself and have been failing so I might as well do it my damn self!) Also, yeah, it's been a damn long time lmao. I planned to finish up and release this like 4 months ago. Then a whole bunch of bad shit happened and I kinda gave up on writing for a little bit (outside of school cause I need that damn Bachelor's degree) BUT I've slowly started reading again and that bled into me opening up my drafts and finding this and spending some time with it. If you couldn't tell I had a shit ton of fun with this one...so feel free to check my newly updated Masterlist and request guidelines and send me more requests! The more I get, the more I'm gonna force myself to actually write them. (If you already sent one just know I’m working on it I promise)

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 | 𝗧𝗮𝘀𝗺!𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿

(heavily inspired by the song with the same title by Adele.) It came up in my shuffle and when I started listening to the lyrics it was just too perfect.

he's so fucking pretty aghhhh (gif not mine)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Tasm!Peter Parker x Vigilante!Fem reader

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5.6k+ (This is my big comeback so I might as well feed yall)

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: You and Peter have been broken up for about 3 years, but when an impromptu visit to your apartment takes a turn...that may no longer be the case...

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 (𝟭𝟴+ 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗡𝗜): SMUT!, lil bit of angst at the end (ex to lovers so ofc), minimal use of y/n, P*rn-with-plot, Reader and Peter are FERAL for each other because of their powers (enhanced senses and all that), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you fuck her silly), a lil possessive Peter, oral (r receiving), fingering, praise kink, Peter using his webs to restrain reader (pre-consented ofc), dom!Peter, sub!Reader (bratty at first tho), pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, angel), choking, rough sex, brief spanking, other positions, creampie, etc...

The remaining sunlight of the evening bled through your wide studio apartment windows as you finished folding what was left of your newly washed laundry. The plan for the rest of the evening was simple;

Drink two bottles of wine (knowing that your enhanced metabolism would sober the effects), catch up on a few missing assignments to keep your NYU professors off your ass, then jump into your suit and go patrolling.

It was a familiar routine.

Or at least, it had been...since he left.

Your relationship with him ended during your first year of college. To say it hurt like hell would be an immense understatement.

What hurt the most was the fact that you both gave everything you had to make it work...but long distance can be a bitch.

On that warm Saturday night in May, your ex-boyfriend received a call informing him that he had been accepted into a very prestigious engineering program (with a full-ride scholarship attached) all the way in California.

You applied for the very same program, so you knew just how big of an opportunity it would be. And, in good faith, you pushed him to take the offer.

You both insisted, "we'll make it work," and "we'll video chat and text every day. It'll be fine!"

What a load of horseshit.

It took 6 months for you to both arrive at the conclusion that you couldn't juggle your individual academic loads, your nighttime hero personas, AND a long-distance relationship all at the same time. A three-hour time difference didn't help matters either.

It took a while, but you eventually moved on. You kept your grades up, went on a few dates here and there, and even managed to convince yourself that you were doing fine without him.

Until...

*knock knock knock*

Your head peeked out from the fridge to look where you heard the strong yet hesitant knocks on your front door.

Only a handful of people knew where you lived and you weren't expecting to see any of them today.

Assuming it would be a postal worker or someone along those lines, you swung open the door with a polite smile.

"Hi-"

You felt your voice die in your throat as you locked eyes with the deep brown ones you hadn't seen in three years.

"Peter," his name fell from your lips, barely audible.

"Hi, Y/N," he replied with that awkward grin you knew all too well.

His hair was shorter than the last time you saw him, but from the tight fit of his jacket, you could see that was about the only thing about him that shrunk.

You wanted to actually hit yourself in the head for actually imagining yourself doing many things to his large...meaty...biceps- NO, no, no, no get a grip! a voice of logic sounded in your mind.

You hadn't realized how long you stood there silently sizing him up until he spoke again. "Can I...uh...come in, maybe?"

"Umm...sure," you nervously answered, finally taking note of the small cardboard box he was holding.

As you stepped aside to allow him entrance into your apartment, his familiar scent invaded your sensitive senses.

"Oh God," you muttered under your breath, knowing that he heard you, yet unaware that your scent had basically the same effect on him as well.

"You alright?" he turned and asked you in concern trying to hide the tightening of his jeans with the box he brought.

You nodded way too fast, promptly putting some distance between yourself and him. He hadn't been there for longer than 5 seconds and he was already having an effect on you.

"How've you been?" he questioned you, scratching his neck and actively avoiding eye contact. Unbeknownst to you, he was currently repeating every physics law he could remember in his mind to try to quell his growing erection.

It wasn't working very well.

"I've been fine. You?" you quickly spoke, slightly out of breath.

"I-uh-I'm alright," he shook his head with a tight-lipped smile.

He soon found himself just looking at you. It wasn't a blank stare, no, it was the sort of intense look you unintentionally gave someone when trying to commit every single feature to memory as if you weren't certain when you'd get another chance to.

It was a habit of his you noticed a lot when you were dating. And just as it did back then, it sent chills running rampant down your spine. Not to mention your nipples growing obviously hard behind your large shirt with no bra to hide it.

Peter noticed it immediately and fought back a smile, which you glimpsed.

"Why are you here, Peter?" you decided to get down to business before your body betrays you any further.

The brunette let the question hang in the air for a few seconds before actually coming up with an answer. "I wanted to drop these off," he placed the small box on your kitchen counter.

Your eyes immediately narrowed. "You could have mailed it. Or you could've just dropped it at the door and then left. So why are you really here Peter?" you would have felt worse about your tone if you weren't so bothered.

Why the hell did he feel the need to suddenly show up and make you start feeling things you swore you wouldn't feel for him again?

Peter took a deep breath. "Aunt May called me last week. She's not doing too good. So, I came back to help take care of her."

You felt your stomach sink at his words. While you both dated, May grew to be like a second mother to you. You had no idea she was sick.

"Oh shit Peter-I'm so sorry," you crossed the room to engulf him in a hug, despite your initial reaction to his visit.

Peter immediately accepted your hug and found the anxiety in his body dissipating soon after. Your hugs tended to have that effect on him.

He couldn't stop himself from deeply inhaling and drawing in your hair's familiar scent when he wrapped his hands around your clothed waist.

A few seconds passed before you released each other, with you also savoring the feel of his body against you and the way how your skin lit up with goosebumps though there was a thin layer of clothing separating his hands from you.

"I was just cleaning up my old room at May's and I found some of your stuff so I figured I'd drop by and..."

You nodded in understanding and walked over to where he placed the box.

It was mostly filled with old t-shirts, tools, and gadgets from days when you would sleep over at Peter's or stop by to help each other with school projects.

"Thanks," you sent him a smile as you closed the box.

Your smile warmed Peter's heart. It was actually his second favorite thing about you, after your hugs of course. "Yeah, you're welcome," he smiled back, running his hand through his hair. It was a mess by now, but you still wanted to run your hands through it…or maybe even pull on it-

"Sorting through some of this stuff made me realize how much I...missed you," he said, his tone growing more assured.

Thankfully, you were still facing away from him, not giving him the chance to catch the pained expression that briefly crossed your face.

But you could feel him slowly approaching your frozen figure and found your body silently reacting in ways it shouldn't be, yet again. "Do you miss me?" he asked, his voice heavy.

You held back the urge to scream "Yes!" because admitting that out loud would be taking 3 steps backward.

Admitting that you missed him would be undoing all the work and tears you put into moving on from him and the hopes and dreams you had for a life with him.

Admitting that you missed him would mean giving in to the part of you that thought back to your most intimate moments with him when you touched yourself.

And admitting that you missed him would mean letting him back into the four-cornered box you had locked yourself in for the past 3 years.

But, with every step closer that he took, your resolve disappeared that much faster.

"You okay?" he called for your attention.

Your sharp intake of oxygen brought a tense silence over the room when you turned to face him and realized that he stood close enough for your lips to nearly brush his.

"Peter, I-" you tried to form words, but then you saw his lust-filled brown eyes lower to your lips.

And that was all it took for the last of your self-control to disappear.

"Damn it," you mumbled once you realized what was about to happen.

Before Peter could question your outburst, you found yourself latching onto his jacket lapels and pulling him down to meet your lips.

It took mere milliseconds for Peter to react. After all, he had been thinking about doing this since you swung open the door and looked up at him with those eyes of yours.

His large calloused hands took hold of the sides of your face as you clashed in a heap of teeth and tongue. It was desperate and feverish but it was perfect.

It was a language only you and Peter seemed to master, even now after three years apart.

Your lips moved swiftly against his, eager to taste more and more of him with each passing second. You felt him press his growing bulge flush against you, causing a pathetic whine to involuntarily tumble from your lips and a smirk to find its way onto his.

"I did miss you," you softly spoke, "but we can't do this Peter," the logical part of your brain made an appearance, though you kept peppering his lips with kisses.

As his lips moved to your neck, Peter's hands slid down to your ass where he effortlessly lifted your legs off the ground and up around his waist. The feeling of his hands against the bare skin of your thighs garnered yet another moan from you.

"You don't sound so sure angel," you felt him smirk against your heated skin.

You hadn’t heard that nickname in years yet it sent small chills down your spine for the second time that night.

A mumbled curse slipped your lips when he nipped a particular spot below your ear. That was definitely gonna leave a mark.

You soon gathered the strength to pull Peter's hungry lips away from your body, swinging your arms around his neck to hold yourself up.

"We can’t go back from this, you know that right?" you spoke, the both of you panting from the effects of the last minute.

"I don't wanna go back," Peter shook his head, "I wanna fuck you, right here, right now," his lips immediately found yours before his words could fully resonate.

This caught you by surprise which allowed Peter to slip his tongue between your lips.

As his taste continued to flood your senses, you felt yourself grow alarmingly wet.

Peter knew it too because he slowly pulled back and smirked down at you. "I could smell you from the moment I walked in here. Glad to see three years hasn't changed the way your body reacts to me, angel," he accompanied his words with a quick slap to your ass.

His slap and the familiar pet name left you a moaning mess. Just like he knew it would.

A lovely laugh left Peter's mouth before his lips met yours again.

He walked your entangled bodies over to the kitchen counter without breaking the sloppy kiss.

Peter used one hand to blindly clear the counter and place you on it, which sent your box of things flying toward the floor.

Not that either of you cared.

"Too much clothes," you were barely able to say in between kisses.

You followed up by shoving Peter's jacket off his shoulders which fell to your hardwood floors with a thud. He immediately got the message and got rid of his t-shirt as well.

A shameless whimper left your lips at the sight of his very toned muscles. You easily maneuvered Peter's body closer to you and began kissing and sucking his neck and every other available inch of skin just as you had pictured earlier, making sure to leave a few purple bruises in your wake.

“You’re killing me here baby,” Peter harshly swallowed, his eyes sliding closed as you continued to have your way with his chest.

"Wouldn't be a terrible way to die though, right?" you mumbled between lovebites and licks. You felt like an animal in heat but you just couldn't get enough of him, the occasional flex of his muscles with each slither of your tongue and his deep groans only egging you on more.

The taste of his skin alone could've made you cum easily.

But the same could be said for Peter as the feel of your tongue slithering all along his chest had him practically creaming his pants then and there.

Fucking enhanced senses, he cursed inwardly.

“Alright, ease up pretty girl,” he reluctantly grabbed your head, detaching your swollen lips from his body.

“Your turn,” he tugged at the hem of your top.

You quickly pulled off the oversized t-shirt you were wearing to reveal your bare top half to him.

He spared no time in cupping your breasts with his eager hands. "Fuck, I missed you so much," he mumbled.

"Me, or my boobs?" you jokingly raised a brow at him.

"Definitely both," he grinned, bringing his mouth down to your tits.

As his tongue made contact with the soft mounds, you loudly moaned and wrapped your fingers in his unruly tangle of hair.

He switched between nipping and sucking on your nipples, in the way he knew you liked, while his free hand pinched and squeezed the other.

"Just like that Peter fuck-" hearing his name fall from your lips drove Peter insane.

His tongue flicked your sensitive nipples harder, and his eager sucking pleased you to no end.

Peter eventually pried himself away from your supple breasts, remembering the other parts of you he wanted to worship, and brought his hands to rest on the sides of your head. Your lips connected once more in a delicate kiss.

Though you knew what lay ahead for the evening, you were both perfectly content with each other's lips at the moment, just enjoying the constant waves of pleasure from the intimate contact.

But it wasn't long before the kiss grew heated and you tried to take control. Peter, however, wasn't giving you a chance.

"I leave for three years and you think you're hot shit, huh," he smirked.

"Why don't you ask the guy I fucked on this counter last week," you retorted, knowingly riling him up.

"Don't say shit like that, it's not funny," he nearly growled as his grip on your ass grew more forceful.

You secured your grip on his hair before pressing a small kiss on the side of his lips. "Gimme a reason to shut up then," you challenged him.

“Trust me, I will,” Peter grabbed your hands from his hair and forced them to your sides. His movements were swift as he laid you flat on your counter and ripped your thong off your body.

There he is, you smiled to yourself. This is the Peter you wanted to fucking ruin you.

You felt his face ghost your drenched opening as he deeply inhaled your scent. "You smell fucking delicious baby," he praised you, his mouth actually watering at the thought of tasting you.

A genuine smile found its way onto your face but morphed into a gasp when Peter teasingly ran his tongue up your sensitive slit.

"You taste even better," he added, using his strong arms to bring your thighs closer to his head. He wanted to tease you but it was getting harder to resist the urge to dive right into your heat like a man starved.

"Holy shit," you all but screamed as he briefly nipped at your swollen clit before sucking on it to soothe the sting.

His grip on your thighs combined with the ministrations of his tongue was pure bliss.

You attempted to slip your hands in his hair once more, but found that they were suddenly held in place against your counter by two of his webs.

Your eyes briefly widened at the feel of the rough, sticky material against your wrists, not having felt it in a few years. Back then, you expressed to Peter your desire to engage in some bondage, but being the daughter of a super soldier, it was clear that no rope or wire would be able to hold you. Peter's webs became the next best choice.

"That's not fair," you pouted, though it melded into a moan as Peter continued to suck and lick between your glistening folds.

The sounds of Peter devouring you resounded through the small apartment.

"I'm close Pete," you whined, your chest heaving in arousal.

Peter decided to focus his tongue on your eager bundle of nerves while he slowly inserted two fingers into your pussy. He instantly curled the digits causing you to briefly squirm at the sudden pressure against your G-spot.

"More," you begged, and Peter delivered, adding another finger inside of you. He immediately sped up his motion inside of you, making sure his fingers gauged that spongy spot to drive you over the edge with each thrust inside of you.

“That feels so fucking good, Peter, oh my God," you loudly moaned at the feeling of his fingers inside of you, calling forth an orgasm with no warning.

You repeatedly bucked against Peter's face as you came, white-hot pleasure filling your veins. Peter locked onto your stare, still skillfully working his fingers in and out of you, loving the way you constantly clenched around his fingers.

"Jesus fucking Christ," your legs jerked when Peter dove in and drank every ounce of slick you had to give while still fucking you with his fingers.

With his face now damp of your juices, Peter looked up to meet your blissed-out eyes. "Gimme one more, angel," he placed a soft kiss on your thighs, "I know you can do it for me."

You would do anything to keep Peter's mouth between your legs.

So, you eagerly nodded in response before taking a deep breath in preparation for another onslaught.

You didn't have to wait long.

Peter’s tongue went to work on your glistening hole while his fingers fiddled with your overstimulated clit. And, within minutes, your thighs were trapping Peter's head as an even bigger orgasm rocked you again, the borderline pornographic sounds leaving your lips shooting straight to his hardened cock.

Peter seemed perfectly fine with staying between your legs all night, but you had other plans.

"Pete, I need you inside me," you begged, tears of pleasure leaking from your eyes.

He rose from beneath you and climbed up to free your hands from his webs. "I know, baby, I know," he softly replied, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips and using his hands to soothe your reddened wrists. Your own taste on his tongue flooded your senses which made you even more desperate.

Peter obliged, slipping out of his sweatpants and sliding his girth between your folds. He used one hand to hold himself up above you on the counter, and the other to slowly guide his dick into you.

You both shared a long moan as he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy, your wetness making it way too easy.

He held still for a few seconds, waiting for you to adjust and give the all clear for him to move.

Eagerness guided your words. “Fuck me, please.”

Peter set a brutal pace, knowing you were more than capable of handling it. Satisfied cries left your chest as you dragged your nails along Peter’s back, hard enough to leave trails.

“You can take it, pretty girl, I know you can,” he groaned as he continued to pound into you, trying desperately not to blow his load with the way you were constantly clenching around him and marking his back.

You tried to reply, but all that you could form were sloppy moans and broken syllables.

“Oh look at you, drunk on my cock already?” he teased with a particularly hard slam that prodded your cervix, “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

Pleasure-filled cries mingled with words continued to fall from your lips as Peter gently moved a few fallen strands of hair behind your ear with a hand. "-feels so fucking perfect," you muttered, your lips curved into a drunken smile.

Peter reached down and pinched one of your nipples, gaining a loud whimper from you. “I love hearing you make those pretty sounds for me baby,” his strokes grew harder and deeper.

“All for you, Pete, all for you,” you panted as he fucked into you, the delicious smell and sound of sex lingering in the air.

Peter used a hand to wrap around your throat before using the other to reach down and fiddle with your aching clit.

The combination of Peter’s dick hitting that perfect spot, his fingers massaging your clit, and the lack of air from his hand around your neck was making you dizzy and overstimulated.

You fucking loved it.

“God, I missed you,” you spoke breathlessly.

He moved closer to kiss you briefly and tenderly. “I missed you too, baby.”

No amount of time could take away his knowledge on how to please you, how to get you like this with ease, not when you were all he thought about for years on end.

Peter pressed a quick kiss to your forehead then continued to fuck you on your kitchen counter.

"I'm gonna cum again baby, right fucking there," you moaned out.

Peter's grip on your neck grew tighter. "Not yet, don't you cum until I tell you to sweetheart," he commanded you, removing his fingers from your clit.

A frustrated groan rumbled in your chest as you forced yourself to sustain your orgasm.

"Don't pout," he smirked.

And before you could realize it, Peter had pulled out of you and effortlessly flipped you onto your stomach.

A hand soon gripped your hair, yanking you up against his chest and eliciting a pitiful whine from you.

"Tell me what you want,” Peter commanded, using his free hand to strike your ass. Hard.

You whimpered again at the sting of his slap. “I need you inside me. Please,” you pleaded.

He seized your hair harsher and leaned forward for his lips to graze against your ears. “Beg.”

A small whine left your lips at his words. You were so desperate you didn’t even care how embarrassing this would be in retrospect. “I need to cum, Peter. Please baby you're the only one who can make me cum.”

Peter pressed a kiss to your neck, nearly causing you to lose your footing. And he soon complied by ramming himself back into you.

“Oh my Fuck-“ you cried before biting your lip, suddenly aware that you had neighbors.

But Peter pulled his cock from your heat, with just the tip remaining, before roughly slamming into you, his hips slamming against your ass with the motion. “Come on, lemme hear you angel.”

He repeated the action, knocking the air out of your chest, “Peter!” your hands gripped the sides of your counter with such force you were sure you felt it crack under your grasp.

Peter caught wind of this and freed your hair before using his hands to pull your hands behind your back. "You're so perfect baby," he mumbled in your ear, continuing to brutally fuck you from behind, "So fucking beautiful with my cock inside you."

"I can't hold it anymore," you cried, "I need to cum, Peter, please."

With that whiny tone and those overstimulated tears to top it off, Peter couldn't deny you any longer. "Let it all out for me sweetheart. Cum for me," he littered your shoulders with kisses.

Your eyes slammed shut as your walls contracted around his cock, pleasure shooting through you and rocking you on a seemingly cellular level. Your mouth opened in a silent moan, unable to form a sound from the satisfied tremors attacking your nerves. The intensity of your finish is one only brought on when Peter fucked you and it was damn near cosmic.

"Shit," you groaned in relief, your long-awaited climax passing.

Peter slowed his movements inside of you and released your hands. "You did so good for me angel," he pushed your hair aside and kissed your neck, trying to stave off his own orgasm for a little while longer.

Aftershocks rocked your body while Peter continued sporadically moving inside of you, yet you couldn't get enough. Your body was more than ready to keep taking whatever he dished out.

Peter didn't need to read your mind to see that, but he needed to make sure. His lips kept up their onslaught on your neck as he softly spoke, "You wanna keep going?"

"Hell yes," you panted with a grin that he couldn't fully see, "You still haven't cum yet, and my bed is still fully made."

Happy with your response, Peter gave your ass a sharp smack. "That's my girl."

He pulled out of you and turned your body to face him, smiling at the sight of your fucked out face. "Three orgasms and a handful of tears later and you're still the most beautiful girl in the world," he held you by the sides of your face.

His words left you reeling, causing a slight blush to dust your cheeks and butterflies to swirl within your stomach.

Before you could form a response, Peter leaned down to kiss you. He soon hoisted up your legs around his waist, preparing to escort you to your bed as per your own demands.

As he looked around for the bed's location, you took advantage of his momentary distraction and latched your lips onto his neck, reapplying the bruises you left there that were slowly fading already.

Peter was the happiest man on earth as he walked over to your bed, his cock prodding your soaked entrance, and your lips ravaging his neck.

He carefully sat on the edge of your bed, with you now on his lap and your legs still around him. You expected him to ease his length back into you but he slowly brought your head down to meet his intense stare.

You carefully wrapped your hands around his shoulders to keep yourself up, the silence in the room growing deafening.

You could tell from his eyes that he desperately wanted to say something, and you wondered if it was the same thing you had been considering as well.

But you were both aware of what saying those words would mean for your broken relationship and simply settled for smiles instead.

Peter brought a hand up to lay your forehead against his, allowing your breathing to momentarily sync.

"You ready for me?" he questioned you with a hand at the nape of your neck to hold your head against his.

You immediately nodded in response causing his own head to shake in time with yours. A small laugh was shared between you both as your nose continued to brush his own.

"You're adorable," you said before you could stop yourself.

That stupid full-toothed grin that you hadn't seen in a while soon spread across his beautiful face at your words, gaining another laugh from you.

"Last round?” you eventually pleaded with a smile.

"Anything for you," Peter replied, meaning it in every way. Adoration littered his stare as he slowly lowered you onto his length.

A satisfied mewl slipped your lips at the familiar feel of him.

The slow drag of his cock in and out of you, while he rocked your hips back and forth to grind on him, had your bottom lip sucked between your teeth with eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure.

But Peter wanted to see it all. He wrapped a hand around your neck and forced you to meet his dilated eyes. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”

His soft yet stern tone caused you to swallow back a moan as you continued to move on his girth.

He then slapped your ass with his free hand, silently urging you to move faster.

You leaned down and quickly kissed his lips before happily obliging, now beginning to bounce in his lap, chasing your next climax.

“There you go angel, just like that,” Peter’s stare never wavered.

Peter furiously fucked up into you, your moans and the constant smack of skin on skin filling the apartment.

His other hand which never left your throat now squeezed it harder. “Fuck!” You were barely able to moan out as your breasts bounced with your every move.

“Shit, you’re gripping me like a vice,” Peter groaned, his crude pace never faltering though his orgasm was closer than ever.

Your bed creaked under the onslaught of your bodies, but neither of you payed it any attention only having one goal in mind.

“One more time,” Peter planted his feet on the ground to get a better angle, "Need you to cum on my cock one more time."

But from the broken pacing of his hips to the strong furrow of his brow, you could tell he was close too. “Together?” You breathlessly suggested, grasping the nape of his neck with your hands.

Peter nodded in agreement before engulfing your chest and back with his arms, pulling you closer to his body.

Your breaths mingled, eyes focused on nothing except each other as his grip on your upper body allowed him to help you ride him even faster.

"Yes, Pete, oh my God-" pleas, curses, and moans tumbled from your lips as your skin buzzed at your incoming release.

"There you go, cum for me," Peter's voice grew strangled as his hips stuttered below you.

"Fuck," you wailed, your finish hitting you like a freight train and your pussy leaking into Peter's length.

The intense clench of your walls around him was all it took for Peter to explode with a groan, his pace faltering with that final pump.

"Holy shit baby," he panted, his cum painting your walls in spurts.

His firm hold on your body brought you collapsing on your bed together, satisfied and smiling.

And, for what felt like hours, you lay there in his arms. But of course, your thoughts began to run rampant.

Peter could damn near hear your thoughts spiraling.

"I don't regret this," he suddenly broke the silence you had elapsed into, "Do you?"

"Peter I-...I don't know," you freed yourself from his hold and sat up to look at him.

His brows furrowed at your response, hurt briefly flashing across his features.

"I loved you," you spoke, "I loved you more than anything."

"I know. I loved you too," Peter nodded with a small smile.

"And I will never blame you for leaving. Ever," you slipped a hand in his own and squeezed briefly.

"But?"

Your eyes stung with tears threatening to fall. "What happened to us, it damn near destroyed me, Peter. And it took so so long to put myself back together."

Peter swallowed harshly at your words.

"And then here you come, waltzing in here, fucking my brains out and making me feel things," you lowered your head, looking away from him.

You heard Peter move closer to you before feeling him lift your chin to face him again. His expression wasn't as disappointed as you'd expected, just confused. "Spit it out. I know you're holding something back."

"Why'd you come back here and-and do all this? Reminding me of what we had when you know you're gonna be gone again in the next few weeks?" you felt your voice shrink to a broken whisper.

Peter used his thumb to wipe away a lone tear that fell from your eye, his previously puzzled look now morphing into a smirk. There was obviously something he wasn't telling you.

You sniffled and lightly hit Peter's shoulder. "Well, now it's your turn bug face, spit out whatever you're hiding!"

You received no answer other than Peter leaning forward and pressing a deep kiss against your lips. You eagerly accepted and returned the spontaneous action but were left even more confused when he pulled away.

"That wasn't an answer," you arched a brow at Peter.

"I'm not going anywhere," he smiled.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I'm moving back to New York, or already moved, technically," he began to explain.

Your mouth opened and closed in shock as your brain fumbled for a response and came up inconclusive.

"I'm gonna finish out the school year online and stay here to take care of Aunt May. I mean it, baby, I'm not going anywhere," he grinned, watching tears of joy fall from your eyes.

"This better not be some sick fucking joke Peter, I swear to God," you pointed a finger at him accusingly.

"Can you shut up and just come here?"

You couldn't help but laugh as you obliged and grabbed Peter's neck before pulling him in for another kiss, your face still wet from tears and a smile almost permanently etched onto your face.

You pulled away but sank into his open arms. You relished how securely he held you. "I'm so happy," you said aloud, truly meaning it for the first time in a long time, though it was only meant to be an inner thought.

Peter kissed your forehead and looked down to meet your eyes, "I'll never stop making you happy, Y/N."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

[hopelesslyromanticgay]

An Americano Please PT. 8

Word count: Just under 1k A/N: I love Jenna so much

Y/N's POV:

Jenna's been asleep for a few hours now, I can tell she needed the rest. Like she asked, I stayed next to her. At one point I tried to scoot away a little but she just subconsciously pulled me closer. Which by the way was adorable. I know we need to talk about what's going on between us, but I'm scared. I don't want this to end.

It's getting to be the evening now, the setting sun dying the sky a bright orange. 

My phone lights up with a text:

                                    Emma

Hey Y/N, how's Jenna doing?

                                Hey Emma, Jenna's asleep right 

                                     now. Idk when she'll wake up.

Okay, thanks for the heads up.

Please tell her that the producer

cancelled her cello class for today.

I send her a thumbs up emoji, glad that Jenna can get a break today.

It's around then that Jenna starts to move again, and her eyes open.

"Hey there sleepyhead, how was your rest?"

"Restful," she replies sleepily.

"Well that's good."

"Yeah," she says.

"Your cello lesson is cancelled for the day, just so you know."

"What?" she asks, clearly a little upset.

"Yeah, Emma told me to tell you."

"They can't just- they can't cancel it. What if I don't learn the piece in time?" she starts to panic, "I can't not do it! I need to!"

"Jenna, what you need is rest and time off. The world won't end if you miss one lesson," I tell her.

"B-but I can't mess this up! It needs to be perfect," she cries.

"You're more likely to mess up if you aren't rested, though," I point out.

She tries to come up with a response, but can't think of one.

"Hey, it'll be okay," I say softly, wiping the tears from her eyes and taking her hand in mine.

"I know, I just get so scared sometimes," she confesses.

"I get it, it's easy to catastrophize. Especially in situations like these." I squeeze her hand.

"Yeah. Yeah it is."

I wrap an arm around her waist, gently hugging her, "it's gonna be okay."

She brings herself closer to me, practically sitting on my lap. She whispers something inaudible. I wonder what she had to say.

After Jenna's had time to wake up, we move to her living room and kitchen area.

"So, we should probably get you something to eat," I start.

"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry."

"What do you want? Glovo (a Romanian app similar to doordash/uber eats) just gave me a 30% off coupon for any restaurant I want."

"All I want is you," she giggles.

"We'll discuss that after you choose something to eat," I chuckle, "and it has to have protein."

"Fine," she rolls her eyes, quickly scrolling through my phone. We end up deciding on poké bowls.

"Aren't you vegan?" I ask.

"I don't think I can be anymore," she tells me, "I need to get my protein and other nutrients, but I can't do that with what I have."

"Okay, understood." I send off the order, getting the notification that it'll arrive in 40 minutes.

"Now can we talk about... this," she gestures to the two of us.

"Y-yeah. Where do you want to start?"

God, here begins the conversation. 

I turn to face her, eye contact may suck, but it's important for these conversations.

"First of all, I want you to know that me not contacting you after the kiss had nothing to do with you," she starts, "I was just really overwhelmed with work."

I sigh, like a weight's been lifted off of me, "well that's a relief. Not that it's good you were overwhelmed, obviously."

She laughs, "Second, you know I like you, and you kissed me, so I think you like me back."

"You thought right," I say, a blush rising in my face.

"Well that's a relief," she mimics me.

"So now that those two things are out of the way," I begin, "where do we go from here?"

"Where do you want us to go?"

I inhale, trying to conjure the words to explain myself, "I can see us in a good relationship, and that's something I'd really like to have."

"I feel the same," she says before I can continue talking, "sorry if I cut you off."

"It's okay. What I need to know, though, is do you have the time for a relationship? I don't want to overwhelm you even more." 

Now it's her turn to pause and think.

"I honestly don't know," she answers, "I've never really had this crazy of a schedule. I'd really like to try, though."

"I understand that," I tell her, "I want to try too."

"Thank you for asking me that, it was super considerate of you." she squeezes my hand and quickly kisses my lips.

Jenna's POV:

Wow, I can't even begin to explain how down bad I am for Y/N. I mean, it's hard not to be down bad for someone like her.

"Will you stay over tonight?" I ask her. She nods. Immediately a smile makes its way across my face.

"You're the best, Y/N/N."

"I try," she blushes.

Our food comes a while later. I haven't eaten fish for years, and god having it again upset my stomach. I guess I'm not used to meat yet.

Y/N stays up with me for a few hours, holding my hair back the first time I vomited, and holding me close while I complained of all sorts of nauseous ailments.

"What if I vomit on you?" I ask worriedly.

"Then you'll have to buy me a new shirt," she laughs, rubbing my back.

"Careful what you wish for," I smirk, all sorts of ideas coming into my head.

"Mind out of the gutter, Ortega," she chuckles, kissing my forehead, "not when you could vomit at any minute."

"Fine," I laugh softly, "I'm gonna try to get some sleep now."

"You do that," she smiles.

"Good night Y/N/N," I lean up to kiss her.

"Good night J," she responds.

It doesn't take me long to fall asleep next to her. Whenever I'm with her, I feel like I belong, like I'm meant to be there.

Sleeping is a lot better when you're comfortable.

[canirove]

Granada | Chapter 23

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"Do you have a darker shade of red?"

"Umm… something like this, my prince?"

"Yes, that's perfect" Rúben smiled. "This swimming pool has to be perfect. I want her to look at it the same way she looks at the ceilings in the palace."

"We'll do our best, my prince" the builder said. 

"Rúben! Rúben!" someone called behind him.

"Anne? What is it?"

"It's time" she said, trying to catch her breath.

"Now?"

"Yes, now. Come" she urged him before starting to run again towards the palace. 

"Is that normal?" Rúben asked as they got closer to his room.

"I don't know" Anne replied as another scream was heard.

"Make it stop!" Rowena yelled when Rúben and Anne walked into the room.

"It'll be over soon, princess."

"Rowena, I'm here" he said, kneeling next to the bed. "I'm here, my love."

"Rúben… Rúben, it hurts so much" she cried.

"I know it does."

"No, you don't! You men know nothing!"

"We actually don't, no" he chuckled. "But you can do this."

"I can't. I am so tired, Rúben. I just want to…" but she wasn't able to finish her sentence, only scream. 

"Can you do something to help with the pain?" he asked.

"We've tried everything, my prince" the midwife replied.

"Why that look? What is it?"

"We… umm…"

"Answer me!" Rúben said, raising his voice.

"It's the baby, my prince. They aren't in the right position."

"What?"

"The head should be down, but it isn't."

"What does that mean?" he asked as Rowena squeezed his hand with such force he was sure she'll be leaving bruises.

"The baby can't move. It is stuck."

"Can you do something about it?"

"There are two options, but both are dangerous, my prince. I could try moving the baby inside her, but it would be too painful for her and she is too weak already. We could also try to deliver the baby in this position, but that would mean putting both their lives in danger" the midwife explained.

"That's it? Nothing else?"

"We could wait, my prince. But I don't think she could handle it."

"I see" Rúben said, caressing Rowena's face. She looked exhausted. 

"You must choose what we do next, my prince."

"Me?"

"You are her husband."

"I can't. It should be her choice."

"My prince, we are running out of time."

"We… I… Alright" he said, taking a deep breath. "Move the baby."

"Yes, my prince" the midwife said. "You must take a step back and let us work now."

"Of course."

"She'll be fine. They will be fine" Anne said, taking Rúben's hand on hers and giving it an encouraging squeeze.

"Did I do the right thing, tho? Is this what she would have chosen?"

"Don't worry about that…" But Anne wasn't able to finish her sentence, Rowena's screams probably being heard from the city.

"Stop! You are hurting her!"

"Rúben, no!" Anne said, stopping him from running towards her. "Let them work."

"But they are hurting her!"

"The midwife said it would be painful."

"I know but…" Another scream. This one even louder. "Rowena!"

"It's done, my prince" the midwife said. "Now it's time to push."

"I can't" Rowena mumbled.

"Yes, you can, my love" Rúben said, freeing himself from Anne's grip and kneeling next to the bed once again. "You can do this."

"But I'm so tired. I just want to sleep."

"Not now. You can do this, cupcake" he said, hoping that hearing that word would somehow make her smile, give her strength. 

"I'm tired…" she repeated.

"You must push, princess. The baby is almost here."

"You can do it, Rowena. Push!" Rúben said, holding her hand.

"That's it, princess! Just a bit more!"

And then… silence. 

"What is it? Why isn't the baby crying?" 

"A moment, my prince" the midwife said, massaging the small body. A boy. It was a boy. 

"Rúben…" Rowena murmured. 

"I'm here, I'm here" he said as he kissed her hand, his eyes still fixed on their son.

"Take him away" the midwife said, passing the baby to one of the nurses.

"What are you doing? Where are you taking him?" 

"You must leave the room and let us work, my prince."

"What? No! I'm not leaving them!"

"My prince, please…"

And then he saw it. The blood. It was everywhere.

"No, no, no! Rowena!"

"You must leave, my prince. Let us work!"

"No! I can't leave them, I can't! Rowena! Rowena, wake up, please!"

But she wasn't moving, and she looked so pale…

"Call one of the guards. He must leave at once" the midwife insisted. 

"No, no, no. Rowena! Rowena!" Rúben cried while hugging her. "Please don't leave me."

"Shhh."

"Rowena?" 

"I'm here, my love" he heard her say. But her voice sounded so far away…

"Rowena" Rúben called again. 

"It's alright. You are alright."

"What…"

"Drink some water, it’ll make you feel better" she said, this time closer to him. 

"Are you real?"

"What?" she chuckled. 

"Am I… am I dead?" Rúben asked after drinking, slowly opening his eyes and adjusting to how bright the light was.

"You aren't dead, no" Rowena laughed.

"I love your laugh."

"And I love you" she said, kissing his cheek. "Did that feel real?"

"Not sure. Can you do it again? Maybe somewhere else?"

"Looks like when the horse hit your head, it didn't take the cheekiness from you."

"The horse? What horse?"

"Don't you remember?"

"No" he said as he tried to shake his head, feeling a sharp pain on one side.

"It was during battle. According to General Felix, you fought against the other prince. He was on horse while you were on foot, and it was kind of epic. You managed to kill the other prince despite being on disadvantage, and when you did it, he lost control of the horse and it knocked you down. You've been unconscious for three days, and I thought..."

"You thought wrong. I promised you I wasn't going anywhere, and I am keeping my promise."

"You are, yes."

"And judging by your eyes, you haven't gone anywhere either during those three days."

"I have not" Rowena smiled. "We are stuck together, remember?"

"We are" Rúben replied, trying to also smile but being stopped by the pain. "Did we win, tho?"

"We did. And looks like with that prince gone, the war is over. His little brother, now the heir to the throne, doesn't share his ideas. He wants peace."

"Are you sure I am not dead and this heaven? Or that I am still dreaming?"

"Does this feel like something from a dream?" Rowena said as she moved forward and kissed him on the lips.

"I've been having dreams where you kiss me since the day I met you."

"Sure" she laughed.

"I have. Did you know that you pout when you focus on something?"

"What?"

"You do. And when I first met you, you were looking at the ceiling and pouting, and I couldn't stop thinking about how kissable your lips looked."

“I thought you had liked my profile.”

“That too. But how do you…”

“Iris told me” Rowena smiled. "But did you really like me that much even if I was the other?" she asked, remembering the way he had talked about her before knowing who she actually was.

"You've never been the other, Rowena" Rúben said, reaching for her hand. "You've always been the one."

"That blow in your head has made you very cheesy" she laughed, wiping away a tear.

"I've always been cheesy… cupcake."

"I liked you better when you were unconscious."

"Of course you did" he tried to laugh, his head hurting again.

"Try to have some rest, alright?" Rowena said, kissing his forehead.

"Same goes to you."

"I will. I love you, Rúben."

"I love you too" he said as he gave her hand one last squeeze, making sure that she was actually real, that she was there with him, and that his dream had been that. Just a dream. 

The worst dream of his life, but just a dream.

[manakdanak]

Hello everyone from today (Aug 18th) to Monday (Aug 21st) my partner (@karpetshark) and i will be making an arduous drive in moving truck from St Louis to where I live, so they can finally moven in with me. Its something we've been planning for years and its so relieveing that we'll finally be able to move through with our plans.

It'll be tough and is a bit stressful but I know that everything will be fine! Just need some good vibes! I'm extremely nervous tho. Ive never driven a moving truck aaaaaaa.

[the-furies]

Pls info dump about your system. I saw in your tag that you want to so consider this a free pass to do so I want to know all that ya want to share

HI!!!! SORRY YOUSENT THIS LIEK A WEEK AGO WE WERE WAITING 4 WHEN WE JAD ENOUGH ENERGY 2 INFODUMP JSISJDJFFNDJD OK OK UNDER THE CUT

WE ACTUALLY. ... DONT KNOW WEHRE 2 start Uhhhmmmm. hmmmm. OH MAYBE THE HEADSPACE!

ok SO the headspace changes DRASTICALLY like every few months or few weeks or so. Just a week ago it was a copy of the house we currently live in. We like,,, grew up in this house so it was Also our headspace for years as a kid and we had the vibe tht it was. The exact headspace frlm back then too bUT WE never did get to find out bc it changed AGAIN like a few days ago. smh. Now i think we're just above & outside of The Cave™™™™™ tht was discovered here earlier this year. WHICH IS REALLY FUCKING COOL! BECAUSE THAT MEANS:

The headspace survived the nuclear winter!!*

HOYL SHIT WE'RE IN THE MAIN HEADSPACE AGAIN LET'S GOOOOO <= has been stuck in Harry's headspace for the past half yearIEJFKDKFMC

[*Sometimes it just fucking gets Destroyed. Like... Semi permanently. As in, if it gets destroyed there is Very Little Chance we'll see that variation of our headspace AgainFHDJDKFKFJ and last we uhhjj Talked to anyone in the Main System, bc we are... TECHNICALLY A SUBSYSTEM! FJDJFJ, they were like Yeah no everything is fucking Destroyed <3. But that's not the case snymore ig???????]

SO w all this information actually if we rlly wanted we could probably make a decent map of the area. cuz if We jave this headspace back then we have Everythingggg it had in it back too & everything that it was connected to THAT'S NEAT WE MIGHT DO THAT!!

uhhjjj waht else. HMMM. i thuink our current front roster is neat TBH there's some guys active rn that we'd have never expected. like HI PHYS! WYD WHY R U HERE RN <3 QJAIWOSKSKDNCXN but it's fun !!!! i hope everyone innn our subsystem will fromt here at lEast once bc I Am Lov Collecting Informatión On Everyone <= Primarily fills out everyone's PK & Simply Plural descriptions. actually I think maybe everyone has fronted a sufficiently long enough time EXCEPT FOR HAND/EYE LIKE S I R GET YOUR ASS UP HERE TELL ME ABT YOURSELF BASTARD !! GJCJCKCKF all ik abt him is that He enjoys making Pokeblocks On Pokefarm. that is IT and that's NOT ENOUGH INFORMATION MY GUY but anyways.

i also think us Existing Here is so funny in itself like our asses rlly just got Possibly permanently isekai'd huh. like. like. Genuinely I don't know if our past mains r coming back at this point but that's FINE we already did the whole 96 stages of grief shit about it IF that be the case then SO be it Whatever there's pros to this life ig. like THIS body isn't on the verge of SUDDENLY DYING FOR NO REASON and also We have a cat. we have a cat!!!!! and a dog!!!!!! whaddahell!!!!!!!

there's lotsa fun shit here But there r also the Horrors. Like I PERSONALLY WOULD LOOVE TO EXIST with Out the Constant Paranoia And Delusions but IT *IS* PREFERABLE! OVER WHSTEVER THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH HARRY <3 AJSJDJF

I will say tho. When we uhhhhhhh All popped in & all we Just assumed we'd be Gone & dormant MONTHS AGO but ummmm . well. apparently not! sO the things we wanted 2 Experience have a High probability Of Happening,! Like PT is excited for Halloween and UNLESS those pirate fucks completely take over the roster within the next like week [0f.md s2 on the 5th babey!!! holy shit!!] then it's. Probably gonna happwn!!! which is so cool we don't actually... hey did Halloween exist in (source game)

man and speaking of. Memories Of The Past as we call source memories. It's a collective sys-wide trait thing All our fictives from aNY source rlly enjoy piecing together what they remember from their canons & all It's like enrichment for us. BUT we've been kinda piecing together a rough timeline of when We all formed in our canon That's our biggest Thought Project™ rn. No estimated time 4 when it'll be Complete tho probs never tbh. and w that in mind u may or may not believe who harry's first sysmate was According 2 what we've put togetherJTJEDKFKDJS

ok that's liek 5 trillion words Whoops. we r so talkatives <3 I am going to stop there it's like 5 am JFJDDKCKF we gotta go back to bedddd -E-Chem

[silvertsundere]

Silver Talks AniManga (15/10/23)

it really does feel weird watching so many shows I'm used to reading a ton of stuff but I haven't watch this many things in years anyway next week should have another big catch up but not gonna say it'll happen for sure cause something might come up but anyhoo

green - new series/new to me

Anime

Hoshikuzu Telepath Ep1

very cute show as you'd expect from a kirara series god it's been so long since I've watched a CGDCT show but it still slaps, as usual, so I'll be looking forward to this cleansing shot for this season also main cast is all newbies, except one of them randomly is aoki shiki which is p funny to me also also, op and ed are good tho op feels like an ed too (it's mikku tho so it's good 🙏)

Frieren Ep6

great ep once again, I know the frieren fight with the demon guy had some sakuga but I certainly didn't expect to see some this ep too it was really good. and also the interactions between fern and stark are p funny they got good chemistry

Undead Unluck Ep2

extremely good ep, might even say it was better than ep 1 like it was just that great. the direction is still great, I especially liked how they lined up the ep title card with andy saying the line and it didn't break up the action much, hope that's a recurring thing tho also hope they're a bit more ambitious with it. it was also pretty funny seeing all the shaft style shots, which makes sense cause there's a buncha old shaft staff in this but still. the sakuga was really good too. also we got both the op and ed and they're both great, visually and musically, tho the OP visuals go hard as hell. anyway next week we're getting gina so I'm very pogged up for my queen yuuki aoi getting to shine for 2 eps

Pokemon Horizons Ep24

pokemon's back from it's 2 week between cours break with a very lore heavy ep which we already knew would be the case from the previews but I expected to get a lil more action near the end. anyway despite being so lore heavy it was mostly about riko's grandma and not the lucius stuff the plot is built around like I expected. wasn't a bad ep tho. next one looks like it'll have a lot of action so that'll be fun. and in 2 or 3 more eps that new gaki girl will get some more screentime which should be good too

Adult Precure Ep2

DON'T YOU HATE BEING RIGHT??? last week I said: "I just hope they have new cure forms as adults instead of transforming into their younger selves." and guess what the hell happened? MAN I'm so mad. and toei only did it to save costs too cause they reused the stock footage from the old show, man this is so disappointing... but the rest of the episode was really good, even the action after the transformation was good (yoshiyama yuu 🙏) I'm just let down they chose to do this instead of giving them new adult cure forms 😔

Imas Million Live Ep2

great episode, as you'd expect from imas, with an especially good performance from shizuka at the audition at the end. also got to see a bunch more girls do stuff, like anna streaming, so that was fun. I was thinking that it's a shame that the show is only 12 eps (despite being cg) cause I wanna see the girls more but then I realized U149 was also just 12 so it should be fine. it's imas anyway so I'll enjoy my time with it while I can

Manga

Blooming Love Ch15

yknow, at the start I did say I could see this series being p short, but this chap skipped so much time and made it seem like it's ending soon which feels p abrupt. it could continue after this but I don't think it will, we'll see in some weeks I guess

Kill Blue Ch25

I thought we'd get at least 1 more chap of this but it was still p good, just a comedic chill thing to break up the tension after that little action arc

Witch Watch Ch129

we got to the end of this longish arc but shinohara really fooled me, ofc it wasn't gonna be that easy. I'm not gonna spoil the twist at the end of the chapter but WOW really didn't see that coming. I thought this was nearing the end but I can see it going quite a bit longer now

[skittidyne]

hi skitty!! i wanted to ask how is necromancy book 2 going? i loooove love loved the first book and im excited to read the second (whenever its out, so happy to wait however long it takes u)!! anything u can share about it?

hello my beautiful anon, i love you especially

let's do bullet points! that's how i usually live my life here

the first draft* is not completed. i'm not sure it's even half done.

*large parts of it are well out of the first draft territory due to how fucked up the process of book 1 was and i never want to go through it again

i still don't have a title. it'll prob be the last thing to get finalized hhhhhhhh

no i don't know why i didn't title the thing "how 2" either

i have not worked on it actively for several months (i MOVED did you know) but for some reason viv and dana are my nighttime thoughts lately. i should harness this.

i still vaguely hope to have it out later this year.

the 75k here is 15 chapters and none of the interstitials written, since i also write those last to make them Appropriate

there's another 20.8k in deleted/need heavily edited/moved piles elsewhere in the manuscript. all of this wiggling around in a BIG part of why i don't wanna actively work on it >C

now for the actual fun bullet points!

walker is finally present in-story and in isaac's plot

thomas is full rev in his own subplot and characters (he's about to become a single father while trying desperately to woo a not-so-silver fox)

the mark & viv relationship is very painful

the viv/dana is EVEN GAYER. but. dana has nightmares. :c i'm sure this will be fine tho

chris is gonna take two levels in badass in this book and it's not even close to her final form

emil only gets one level in badass. i don't think he gets That Spell in this book. i'm not sure we can handle him having That Spell in too many books.

sam remains the goodest bean even as he peels back the curtain on isaac's motivations and finds himself agreeing with most of them.

isaac begins his villain domestication arc because the universe just wants him to be social. unfortunately, it doesn't go extremely well. the power of friendship can't fix everything!

i don't have a nosebleed count right now but obviously there should be more

do you like hammond and rory pain? you're in luck! they get bumped up a couple levels in plot relevance after their field trip to the dreamlands last book. and it's all pain! gay pain! congrats on unlocking this for them.

we'll finally meet caoimhe in person. not sure about her husband just yet. still minor but i think she and dante are gonna be the minor characters i fall horribly in love with for this project...

we'll also get to meet [REDACTED]! (hint: the book ends in a certain warehouse.) i'm very very excited. they get to be sporadically present until the big reveal at the climax, too!

other characters i'm excited about: a certain invisible stalker, who gets bumped up in appearance order for thomas' subplot. that character is one of the most changed in role and personality and i'm excited for her!

i have too many characters and i will not apologize for this. however, i will not be writing any novels with such a huge cast ever again. someone please save me via buying my books

i should work on this this weekend, hmm... someone please remind me of this in 24 hours

[v-67]

Sometimes i feel this panic rise within me.

The panic of the future, the panic of being in a relationship which is toxic and not appreciated and the most further from love, the panic of being pressured into the workaholic culture when I clearly am not into that

I want a life where I finally am with the person i really love, i want a life where I'm away from the stupid toxic customs and traditions, I want a life where my family is with me and I'm working a job which doesn't eat away my living hours. I want a life where I'm appreciated and asked about simple things : did you eat? Are you okay? I love you, be safe, ...

I want a life which is like that, but everything i want cannot coexist together.

And that part sucks.

I've been through shit, but that shit isn't even the shit when I look at other people's lives.

But i remind myself always, to not compare.

That the things I've been through are valid and if they made me suffer, then they did. It has nothing to do with being strong or weak.

It is only about ( i don't know what is it about)

But sometimes i wish i could just go back to the past and warn myself about the things that shouldn't have happened. The things that definitely shouldn't have happened. I wish i could go back and give myself a boost, i wish i could go back and hug myself and tell her that it's okay, it's all gonna be okay. I wish I could help her get out of her comfort zone and I wish I could tell her so many more things.

Would i have turned out differently if i could have?

But I can't. And so, I will keep telling the current me all of these things. I love who i am, and i love the version of myself I'm becoming, there have been hard times, times I never thought I'll return from, but I did. I did return. And so I will live, and i will live the way I want to. Except ofcourse i need to keep my family happy so there's a little adjustment over there.

Sometimes it gets difficult, too difficult. The mind becomes a violent battlefield, gnawing away at my heart, cutting all around my soul, making it a little hollowish, or making it ache. The pain tho, is always better than the hollowish part.

But we'll get through the difficult part, with our weird coping mechanisms. We will get through them. But make sure your coping mechanisms aren't causing you harm.

So hey, it'll be okay.

And we'll be fine.

And we will live.

And we will. We really will.

[urmommalovesmemore]

I promise.. (pt. 2)

peitro maximoff x male reader x bestfriend! oc

previously: "Cmon kid.." I heard Tony cry. He was practically her dad. He took care of her when her dad didn't. I was the cause to this. It should've been me. It should've been ME...this isn't fair. why you?...

I was sitting on the quinjet floor sobbing hearing the silence besides the long beep of a flatline and my cries.. until..

BEEP...

BEEP...

my head snapped up as I heard the beep of the moniter. I looked at it and there was a heartbeat... I instantly stood up and ran to where my bestfriend was. "cmon Gracie.. it'll be okay. you'll be okay. I promise." there were still tears rolling down my face as banner suddenly spoke..

"we need to get her to a hospital there's not much I can do here. her heartbeat is barely there." he said looking at me and Tony. " do whatever you can. Tony pl-please hurry she needs to be okay. she's my bestfriend I-I can't loose her." I said pleading. he ran to the control and put in the nearest hospital and flew as fast as he could.

I held gracies hand "you have to be okay, I love you so much grace. you're my bestfriend, I dont know what I'd do without you." I whispered hoping she can still hear me.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked over and saw pietro looking at me with tears in his eyes, trying his best to comfort me.. but it did the opposite. I broke down.

I started sobbing and hugged him tightly, my face shoved into the nape of his neck. "she'll be okay m/n, I promise. she'll be okay." he was trying to comfort me but at the same time trying to convince himself.

Gracie has been my bestfriend our whole lives. we were only 7 when we met. she was sitting on the sidewalk, crying. I was walking with my mom. I noticed a small girl crying and ran up to her "are you okay?" I asked worryingly. she sniffed "m-my dad hurt me again." she cried. my mom was listening the whole time "oh, honey.. she rubbed the girls back comfortingly. "can she stay with us momma? please?" I asked my mother hopeful. "of course she can." she smiled at me. "yayy" I smiled brightly. I held out my hand to the girl "cmon! we'll take you to your new home!" I said a big smile still on my face. she took my hand, tears still in her eyes but a smile. she stood up and walked with us to our house. "Whats your name? I'm m/n but my friends call me n/n" I asked with a smile. "im Gracielynn.. but everybody either calls me Gracie or grace." she said with a smile the tears now gone. "Ooh your name is so pretty! I can already tell were gonna be bestfriends forever." I said still holding her hand with a smile "thank you... I can too."

I cried harder as I remembered the memories of us.. she was there for everything. she was there when my mom died, when we became avengers, when I got my first boyfriend. and I was there when she got her first girlfriend. "she has to be okay... I promised she'd be okay.. I promised." I cried.

when we got to the hospital, we had called ahead of time to get things ready, and that we'd be landing on the helicopter pad. but when we got there they put her on a stretcher and they ran her inside, I tried and begged but they wouldn't let me into the room she was in.. so I sat in the waiting room, absolutely exhausted.

a few hours later the doctor walked out and I bolted up and ran to them. "how is she? is she okay?" I asked frantically. "she's fine. she's in recovery right now.. but she isn't awake. you may wait here until she wakes up, or you can go home and we will call you when she does." the doctor said and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding "no- no.. ill stay here." I said walking back to the others. "is she okay?" Tony asked

"yeah she's fine. she isn't awake yet tho. the doctor said they'll let us know when she is. you guys can go home. I'll call you when she wakes up." I said rubbing a hand down my face "are you sure? we can wait here with you if you want." Steve asked. "no its okay you guys go get some rest." I smiled tiredly.

most of them left besides; peitro, wanda, tony and me.

I closed my eyes feeling myself fall asleep until peitro shook my shoulder "hmm?" I mumbled looking at him. he pointed in a direction. I looked over and a doctor was walking over to us. I stood up and met them halfway. "she is awake now. do you want to go see her?" the doctor asked. "yes- yes I do. what room is she in?" I asked, happy that she was okay but still worried.

"302 ill take you." the doctor smiled, and I smiled back. we all followed the doctor to the room and when we made it there they opened the glass doors and gracie was sitting up eating some mashed potatoes that lowkey looked nasty.

I felt my eyes water as she looked at me and I rushed forward and hugged her "aye! aye! bullet wound! that shit hurts man" Gracie said but laughed. "oh shit I'm sorry dude, im just so happy you're okay..." I said with a smile feeling my eyes water..

"yeah man.. but there is one thing." she said and frowned. "what? what is it? everything okay?" I asked worryingly hoping nothing happened. "its just... you need to wake up." she said. "what? what are you talking about I am awake." I said confused. "no you're not m/n... wake up." she said and everything went black.

"m/n!.... m/n! wake up!" I jolted up "what? is everything okay?" I sat up and I looked around... "im still here...." I thought and looked around and noticing im still in the goddamn waiting room. "the doctors here.." Pietro said and I looked up as the doctor walked over to me.

"im so sorry for your loss.. we were too late. she was bleeding too much. im sorry." the doctor said and walked off with a sad look. "what..." I whispered "she can't be gone.. I promised she'd be okay." I felt my breathing get faster.. "m/n..? m/n!" was the last thing I heard before everything went black.. again.

"M/N! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MAN WAKE THE FUCK UP." I heard a familiar voice say. "huh?? what." I sat up "oh what the fuck." I said im in the quinjet. "dude you fuckin fell asleep." Gracie said with a laugh from next to me. I looked at her for a second with tears in my eyes before giving her a bear hug. "hey hey whats this for?" she asked "I had a nightmare.. you died on this fucking mission.." I said as tears fell out of my eyes.

"oh m/n... im not going anywhere.. I promise.." she said with a smile, and I cried into her shoulder. "how about this.. ill stay in here for the mission, yeah? so you don't have to worry." she said and that sounded really good right now. "yeah that'd be great thanks... I really appreciate it, I dont want you dying on me man." I said with a smile breaking away from the hug. "dont worry I won't." she said with a big smile and she ruffled my h/c hair...

a/n: i hope you all hate the plot twists, love u baes 😻

[detransexual]

I like my counsellor but i dont even feel like i can be honest with her OR accurately portray my situation because as soon as i talk to her i just slip into "we'll see tho, im sure it'll be fine ahaha :) we'll see how it goes :) well you know haha im doing my best i guess :)"-mode and forget to mention shit like oh yeah ive showered once in the past three weeks and im pretty sure ill need at least one tooth pulled and also my diet consists entirely of no more than 3 food items and i cant make myself eat anything else, nothing feels real and i feel like im living the same day over and over yet i cant bring myself to break the cycle i should have died 6 years ago

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forgotten Ties - Chapter 6 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Nim had just sat down at an empty table to eat his lunch in peaceful solitude like he always did when Marigold sat down next to him and slapped a newspaper down in front of him.

"Look at this," Marigold said, jabbing her finger at an article featuring a picture of a panther and a teenager about Nim's age with dark, springy hair.

"This is such shit."

Nim raised his eyebrows.

He wasn't used to Marigold swearing.

"Your expectations are way too high if you thought you'd find anything else in that newspaper."

"I knew the two teenagers this article is about. Izzy and Kit, although the article mis-genders and dead-name's Kit throughout, of course. Izzy was a part of an online group I'm in for hybrids, though she was local and we met up a few times. A week ago, she left a message in the group chat saying things had gotten too dangerous and she and Kit were running away. And now this..."

She pointed at the headline that read, Panther Shifter Fatally Mauls Teen Friend and Rescuers.

"I'm guessing you think she didn't?"

"Maybe she killed these so-called 'rescuers' because she was in a kill or be killed situation. Or because they killed Kit because she sure didn't. I know that. I know she wouldn't have. They were childhood friends, for fuck's sake."

"You don't need to convince me."

"I know. I'm just venting. I don't know how much of this article is true but it says both Izzy and Kit are dead. They just wanted to get away from all of this and they were killed for it. Do you think that will be our future?"

Skye strolled over to the table, a sandwich already in his mouth and sat down next to Nim.

A human boy about their age with the distinctive facial features associated with Down Syndrome sat down next to Skye.

"I don't know," Nim said as he watched Skye cram the remainder of his sandwich into his mouth.

"This feels like the sort of thing that we shouldn't have to figure out on our own but here we are. How are we meant to know what to do?"

"That was what the world used to be like, wasn't it?" Marigold asked.

"We used to be seen as people and as people living in a community, there was support for us and help when we needed it. Now, the world actively wants to get rid of us."

"Not the world," Nim said.

"People. Humans. The world is fine. It keeps spinning."

"And it'll keep spinning long after we're all dead."

"Hmm," Nim said as he shot another glance at Skye.

The boy Skye had brought with him was pulling the crusts off his sandwich and feeding them to Skye.

They both looked happy with the arrangement.

"I know what you mean, though," Marigold said.

"I feel out of my depth. I am out of my depth and there's nothing I can do about it."

"All we can do is whatever it takes to keep breathing for another day and then we'll do it all again tomorrow."

"Nim," Skye said and when Nim turned to him, Skye slid a five dollar note across the table.

"I would like to purchase your lunch."

Nim raised his eyebrows at Skye's still mostly full lunchbox.

Marigold really had packed him a lot of food.

"You still have plenty of your own and mine's not for sale."

"I see."

Skye slid a second five dollar note across the table to Nim.

"What if I offered you two money?"

"I'd say my lunch is still not for sale."

"Would you like me to buy you something from the canteen, Skye?" Marigold asked. "The school sells food."

Skye picked the money up and reached out across Nim to wave it at Marigold.

She took one of the notes and got up.

"I'll be back in a minute. How does a sausage roll sound?"

Skye nodded his approval.

"So," Nim said as Marigold walked away.

"Who's your friend?"

"Oh, this is Ethan," Skye said.

"He's in my class. We do puzzles together."

Ethan gave Nim a wave a toothy smile and Nim offered him a nod of acknowledgement in return.

"Ah," Nim said.

"Test didn't go too well, then?"

"Well, there weren't any jigsaw puzzles in it and it turns out I'm really good at those, so it wasn't exactly fair."

Nim found himself smiling, just a little bit.

Sometimes he wondered if Skye was aware of how ridiculous he was.

He almost seemed to be sometimes.

"I guess not."

"So, what does this say?" Skye asked, pointing his finger to the newspaper article Marigold had left open.

He leant in close to whisper...

"I can't read."

Well, that explained why he'd done so badly on the test.

Considering he'd referred to two five dollar notes as 'two money' maths was probably out of the question as well.

"Some bullshit, according to Marigold," Nim said. "The article says that this panther shifter girl kidnapped her friend and then killed them and the rescuers but that seems like a bunch of crap. The true story is more like two teenagers, one human and one a shifter, ran away together and then some petty, violent humans hunted them down and killed them. And then maybe it backfired on them and they got killed as well but who knows where the lies end, really."

"If they won't even let you run... that's scary," Skye said. "Running away is the only thing I know how to do."

"Didn't seem like it when you were hunting me the other night."

Skye made a face.

"I don't want to hurt anyone. Maybe I could but I don't want to."

He turned to Ethan.

"Hurting people is bad."

Ethan smiled and started touching Skye's hair.

Nim would have found it invasive but Skye didn't seem to mind the touchiness at all.

"If someone tries to hurt me, I'll hurt them," Nim said. "I'd rather not but I'm not sure I'll always have that luxury."

"Hmm," Skye said, leaning his head to the side as Ethan tugged his hair a little too hard.

"I think I will just try to run very fast."

"Well, you're good at that, too. If anyone tries to hurt you, just don't be there to be hurt, okay?"

"I like that plan."

[thecloversandtherosethorns]

Silver's Letters

These are some of the last Letters Silver wrote to her father before she passed. They're taken from different times in her life and dont have any exact dates. But they are in order basicly. There might be more letters in between them too but this is what we have for now:> 

Hello again dad. A bit of a long time since i've written to you. Everything around here has been crazy! I've finally moved together with Anthony! U know the one that I talked abt so much before?? We met again after highschool or maybe in it or something? He is doing so much better now!! It almost doesnt show at all that he's been sick. Maybe only his eyes can tell. They look a bit too knowledgeable for anyone's good. I feel like mine can look like that too sometimes. As if my resting face is just hella depressed, but im not!!! My face never rests for long!! U not being able to be beside me won’t stop me dad!! I'll live the best life ever and u'll be able to read it all if you want to<3 Me and Anthony found a place near St. Magdalena or something like that. Its a rather new city, with very good hospital peeps if u can pay for em. Not that we need that anymore since Anthony is okay now^^ Its pretty but, a bit noisy here. It'll probably calm whenever u become king. In the meantime we'll wear soundblockers;3 and be just fine^^  

-Goodbye for now. Hope ur okay. Gotta go to Tony now

Dad!!! Dibdsksb oh The First!! I purposed!!! He said yes!!! Me and Anthony are getting MARRIEEEED oh my god!!!!! He was blushing and crying and i was blushing and crying and oh RCD!!! I really hope u can come! I'll send and invitation with the envelope!! But hey, if u cant then no one will hold it against you dad! Ur always with me! Even tho it only goes one wayX3 Mom never stopped stressing how much love you would give if you were here. Like, she literally still gives me the double amount of hug-time than other parents ever would. Just to give a hug from u to me as well. She's awsome. But damn. I think i'll give her an extra hug too. She was so happy for us!! But i could see an undertone of longing. Or remembering. But ye see ya! Gotta plan a wedding!! 

 -love, ur daughter, soon to be a wife!

DAD UR A GRANDFATHER NOW!!!!! me and Anthony's son Michael was born yesterday!! He has mom's eyes!!! And our freckles!!! He also has Anothony's spotted ears. We dont know abt his hair yet since he's such a tiny lil alien blob. But he's mine so he is beyond loved and accepted! I just hope I can be a good mother.. I really really hope i can. I bet i will!!! Especially with the help of mom!! And Anthony!! Awwwww he's a father now aaaa. U must feel old now grampsX3 

-Love, ur daughter, busy being a mom! 

Dad.. To be honest i feel off. I've been feeling off for months now. I think my balance ain't too great. In life i mean. Mom passed away too... I think she wrote to you. I dont wanna get this paper soaked. So back to my balance. We have a 3 year old in the house now. He is a true light! Shining and running around. His smile is absolutely adorable. I see so much of Anthony in the little boy. He says he sees alot of me in all his energy. But again. I think i've lost it a bit. Or i am still losing it? Idk. I think i am working too much. But we need income right? So i cant just not either. I need to feed my 2 little guys. Anthony is working too! He needs to set his feet up high after work tho. Nothing too bad he says. So i really dont think its that bad. I just hope it NEVER escalates or something . .

-Love, Silver

Hi dad. I- Anthony is sick. He cant go anywhere anymore. Sometimes he gets in his wheelchair and plays a bit with Michael, but mostly he's in bed. He is in pain. My love is in pain dad! And idk what to do! I am working my ass off! Trying to take care of Michael too! I am so tired dad. So so tired. I can't get the money Anthony needs. The work payment here is bad. I never realized, but the more dependant we got on our income it seemed to get more and more hopeless. We can't get enough to move either. No matter what we sell or gain. How did i end up here? A 6 year old child and a husband thats... Dying. H-how.. What am i suppost to do? I wish you were here dad! I wish that bitch would let you go!! I hope... You're okay.. Or better than this.. Or idk.. I just hope and pray that someday, me and you can take care of Anthony, take a walk to the playground with michael, and light candles at mom's gravestone.. Wouldn't that be nice dad? 

-Love, ur daughter, Silver

. . Hi dad. This is the last letter i write. Not because i dont like writing them, but because, after this there will be nothing more for me to write. Anthony hasn't gotten any better. We still dont have the money to help him. I have no energy left. I can't even stop Mike from crying. He misses his dad. I am a ghost of myself dad. I dont have mom's guidance either. Dear RCD i miss her.. I've always been used to her being here, for me, with me. I can't get over it. I know its silly. As if i'm still just a child... I guess i still am.. Dad.. I am so sorry. I am so sorry i never get to meet you. To give you a pure and proper hug.. I think under the exterior you've made urself as the king, there is a man in great pain. The Borders of the ghost gang here. They're so violent.. I hope Anthony and Mike will be okay after this.. You'll take care of them if you see them right? Promise me. Just like i promised to never give up on ur kindness to mom. And even though i've doupted it after you became king, im still writing to u. So.. I never gave that up. Not even now, when i am giving your daughter up. Her lost life will give the rest of her family enough money. Anthony will be able to get a perminant surgery, and Mike and him will be able to get away from this dump! I will watch over them... 

Dad. Just know that even tho u never got the chance to be there for me. You.. You were always here.. Truly. I've ventelated so much to you with these letters over the years. I think you know even more than mom ever did. Not just because she died but, yeah. Its not because of ur absence that you're losing me.. I've just lost the battle so many times. I can’t rise. Not like you and mom. I've never seen your strength in action, but mom said she never matched ur strength. and she was so strong.. I'm sorry you ended up with this child as cliche as it sounds. I am sorry... I will never know.. Dad.. I will never know how good your hugs are.. Or what you're favorite tea that Oscar makes actually smells like. Mom said she never got them right like Oscar did. I will never know how you've been.. How it was.. Living in that prison.. I will never know what your favorite TV show is today.. I will never see you in person. Mom said you had long fluffy hair.. Do you still have that? Heh. We share eyes too. I think they're both very tired. I just hope that u can stay alive for Mike or.. Something. Not do what i am doing.. Dad. I truly and utterly love you. From the bottom of my heart i do. I hope and pray that someone will show you that you deserve proper good love. I am sorry that person will never be me. Goodbye dad. I love you.  

-Sincerely, your daughter, Silver Rosethorn Clover 

[qnfarc]

Hello legend!! How're you? I hope you're finding time to relax the weekend and things aren't too hectic in your life rn. It's been busy at work this week and next 😵 but I have a couple of days booked off soon so it'll all even out. I know I have a lot of things to respond to and 201 things to say to you but before I get around to it I literally have to ask if you're watching MCC? I actually forgot it was happening until like two hours ago so I don't know what the plan is, I feel like if I don't watch it live I just might not watch it at all. Usually I would but Georges team isn't like hype material for me personally, like I'm not thrilled here like I was last time. I feel like it runs the risk of being a serious / competitive mcc 🤧 but let me know your thoughts!!

Hello sunshine! I'm doing somewhat fine, as good as you can when deadlines are coming for your throat lmao kinda feeling like that exams moments in Assassination Classroom if you watched it but we'll push through. Hope you get some time to relax and get some time to do things you enjoy to unwind! I don't know if that applies to you and cheers you up but summer is coming soon so hopefully we'll get to enjoy some free time... Also no worries at all, answer at your own pace, no pressure or anything, all good! Yeah, I am cause George content but I also tuned in not so long ago, don't know why I thought it was later but I had George twitch open. checked and what?? live for half an hour already?? missed most of the new game so can't say anything about that 😭 I got my snacks and mojito energy drink and just chilling right now. I feel you but it doesn't really feel that competitive at least for me and they are doing reasonably well but I feel you about the team, I hope they get a chance to win tho just so George can have it and well let's that always gives us a chance of longer stream and people joining and maybe we'll get Quackity call at the end? Fingers crossed for literally anything lmao hope sands of time delivers as usual at least

[rendevousz]

freak

avengers x teen!fem!reader

summary: you get captured during a mission and the team saves you.

warnings: language, violence, brief misogyny, torture, **NO sexual assault (because as i was proofreading, i only implied most of the torture scenes because i didn't want to write it in graphic detail and i realised the vague wordings might be misinterpreted as sexual assault which IT IS NOT, just clearing it up), and also again, my inability to write good endings

word count: 4589

notes: i just rewatched iron man 2 so that explains justin hammer LMAO also ooc justin hammer because even tho mans evil, he gets extremely um.. cruel here but anyways i hope you enjoy this!!

you were 13 when you first met the avengers and 16 when you officially joined. you grew up as one of HYDRA's experimented children and the team had found you when they raided the base that you were in.

a small, sickly-looking kid you were, sat against your cell wall, hugging your knees. 13 but you could probably pass off as a 10 year old due to how malnourished and miserable you were. burying your head in between your knees, you covered your ears as the loud gunshot noises filled the whole place. the metal door of your cell slamming open against the wall had you whimpering, hands above your head in fear.

every time the door slammed open, guards would come drag you out for more experiments so it was an instinct for you to cower in fear at the sound.

"last room in the west hall, i found a little girl."

you heard nothing because you were covering your ears, preparing yourself to be forcefully dragged by the guards to the experiment room. but it never came.

"hey," a soft voice called. you were violently shaking at this point, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down. "hey, it's okay." the voice called out again and you felt them touch your shoulders.

your head immediately jolted up, flinching away from the stranger's touch. your eyes met a blue pair as you backed away into the corner in fear. "i'm sorry! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to." the man apologised. you slowly looked up at him, observing him. he had on a full black outfit, a quiver of arrows slinging on his shoulder and he was holding onto a bow.

"don't be scared. i'm here to help," he states with his hands out, as if to calm you down. "that's what they all say." you hissed through gritted teeth and a tear-stained face, glaring at him even though that could've been a very wrong move had it been with an actual HYDRA guard.

despite the strange feeling of being safe around this man, you didn't let your guard down. that's exactly what those scientists said seven years ago. trusting kind-looking men got you into this hell you never thought you would ever escape from and you weren't going to make the same mistake again.

"clint," a red-headed female, also in all black, entered through the open door of your cell with her pistol up. at the sight of the weapon, you broke your glare towards the man. your breathing quickened and you went back to your original position before the archer came; body pressed up against your knees and covering your ears with your palms.

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'll come! please don't use that on me again," you whimpered, voice muffled as your face was hidden against your knees. the woman freezes mid-walk, looking at her friend with a bewildered expression.

"nat! put that away!" clint whispered harshly, eyes glaring at the pistol in nat's hands. nat's jaw dropped in realisation, a small gasp leaving her lips as she immediately put away her weapon.

she slowly makes her way to you and clint puts his arm out before she could get closer. he looks at her with a worried expression as he shook his head, as if telling her that she can't get too close to you. nat nods understandingly, crouching down a distance from you.

"hey," she spoke softly. "i promise you that we're not here to hurt you." you kept your face hidden from her, still hugging your legs tightly. nat sighs before sitting down.

"here, let's introduce ourselves. i'm nat and this right here is clint." you hear her speak and when you slowly lifted up your head, you saw the both of them sitting down in front of you, seeming to have made themselves at home in your pathetic cell. "what's your name?"

name? you had never been able to use your name before. you always kept your own name deep in your heart despite no one ever using it, afraid you would forget it if you stopped thinking of it. the only name they ever called you here was 'number five'.

"y/n," you whispered, still doubtful about these people's intentions. you almost burst out crying when you said your name out loud. that was the first time you introduced yourself with your actual name and not the number you were given ever since you were captured.

nat must have noticed this because she immediately spoke up, trying to distract you from your consuming thoughts. "y/n...that's a pretty name for a pretty girl like you. how old are you, y/n?" she asks again.

you contemplated once more but decided it was fine. you knew you were probably going to regret trusting these two strangers but what could be worse than what HYDRA has been doing to you for years?

"13," you muttered, looking down at your lap. you were now timidly seated cross-legged, playing with the tattered hem of your shorts. you heard a small gasp from one of them and looked up to see clint with his jaw dropped.

the two adults were both thinking of the same thing. how could you be 13? you were so small and sickly-looking, they didn't even think you were older than ten, let alone an early teen.

"i know you're scared and you have all the reasons in the world to be, but i promise you, we're here to help. we'll get you out of here, only if you trust us. will you trust us?" nat says. your mind was conflicted. you were either going to finally get out of this hellhole or you were going to be taken somewhere even worse than here. but could anywhere really be worse than here?

you decided to take a leap of faith and trust these two strangers. that decision had to have been the best decision you've ever made in your life.

you were now 18, an official avenger and you had the most amazing family you could've ever asked for. they were a bit on the crazier side but could you really have a normal family when said family consisted of superheroes? but you weren't complaining. you loved these people.

they were the ones who took care of you when you thought you had no one. having been a HYDRA experiment, you had abilities the normal human didn't. said ability being shapeshifting and healing. that's why you became an avenger. your shapeshifting ability was essential during missions where you had to sneak in and you being able to heal others was crucial when medic wasn't able to be there on time.

you pretty much came along to every mission despite the adults saying you don't have to. you knew they were only doing that to protect you from dangers of all those missions but how could you not when you had such abilities? they'd be much better with you helping.

that was why you were here, in bulgaria, fighting alongside the team. well, just steve, nat, clint, bucky and tony.

justin hammer had managed to get his hands on a type of out-of-this-planet weapon that tony was also trying to retrieve, and he had big plans with it. hence why the avengers had to come where hammer had wrecked havoc in; sofia, bulgaria. he had upgraded his robots with the tech used for the stolen weapon.

with evil robots attacking the whole city, it felt like you were living the story that wanda told you of what happened in sokovia before you met the avengers.

an hour passed before all of the robots had finally been taken down and you all knew you had to get to hammer before he activates more robots to distract you guys and uses the weapon for bad things.

"tony, have you located hammer?" steve's voice sounded in your ear through the comms. you had just finished healing the nasty gash on clint's side, nat's cut on her forehead and the bruises all over bucky. you were feeling significantly weaker now, from the amount of healing you did. you stumbled slightly when you walked and bucky immediately held onto your arm. "doll, are you okay?"

"i'm fine, buck. nothing i haven't dealt with before," you told him, gently removing his grip on your arm, walking back to the quinjet.

-

"no, absolutely not. we are not sending y/n right into a death trap. she's not even strong enough right now, she just finished healing us."

you were all back at the compound now and planning a second attack on justin hammer.

"it's not a death trap, buck. and i know you're worried but she's the only choice we got. y/n, all you gotta do is sneak in as one of his henchmen and provide entrance for us. once we get in, we'll take all his guards down and get that weapon from hammer and we won't have to worry about his world domination plans anymore. it'll be over as soon as it starts and she'll be back safe with us. sound good, y/n/n?"

"yeah, sure." you agreed, already having a person in mind that you were going to change yourself to.

-

the plan had gone just as steve wanted and they managed to raid justin hammer's building, tony stealing the very item that could've aided in the massacre of millions. justin and his henchmen managed to escape the building before the avengers could catch them.

"well, that was anticlimactic," tony scoffs, already making his way to the quinjet. "but good job, y/n. you saved the day once again."

he expected to hear a laugh from you, like you usually did, being the only one who ever responds to him after missions. but instead he was met with silence. "kid?" still no answer.

"y/n, where are you?" steve panicked, finally realising that you were the only one who hasn't responded in a hot minute. "y/n/n, this isn't funny." he breathed out.

"she's...she's gone."

-

"well, well, well," a voice spoke right as you woke up from your slumber. you squinted, noticing that you were in some sort of dark room with only one light bulb right above you. "what do we have here?"

a figure walks right in the light and you could barely make out justin hammer's ugly face with how dizzy you felt. "if it isn't the little freak." he states condescendingly, smirking down at your helpless position, both wrists and ankles cuffed onto the metal chair you were sat on. you struggled against the restraints, trying to get free but to no avail.

your breathing quickened, your current vulnerable state reminding you of your later years in HYDRA. they had started off experimenting on you on a metal gurney but as you grew older, you realised that what they were doing to you was bad so you started fighting back. that ended you up on a metal restraint chair instead of the gurney, strapped to the chair with cuffs on your wrists and ankles.

this felt like deja vu. the same panic you felt, the same breathing difficulties, the same amount of effort put into trying to get out of the restraints. "you should know, princess, that that doesn't work." hammer chuckled, a fake pout on his lips as he crouched in front of you, a rough hand on your cheek. you instinctively jerked away from his touch, to which he paid no mind to because he had expected that. he then grabbed your chin harshly, turning your head up towards him. you glared at him.

"you think i didn't know what you did? snuck in as one of my men using your freaky powers? not to mention useless. imagine having powers but not being able to use them to even escape from mere humans," he laughs in your face, harshly letting go of your chin, throwing your head backwards. "you tell me where stark planned to bring the weapon and i'll let you pretty little thing go."

"no."

before you could even comprehend, his fist came flying at your face and your head dropped to the side at the impact. your left cheekbone was throbbing and you could already tell you were gonna have a black eye. despite the pain, it wasn't something you weren't used to. you were an avenger, after all. getting decked in the face was practically in the contract.

he grabbed your chin once again, pulling your head upwards to face him. "you're gonna tell me where it is or i'm gonna make you regret it."

you looked up at him with a bored look. he punched you again. and again. and again. until you could taste the blood on your tongue. "think you wanna tell me now, sweetheart?"

"never. not to someone like you."

the man seemed to get a kick out of beating you up because he punched you again in the face. your whole face was pretty much numb now and the metallic taste in your mouth intensified. you smirked at the man before you, chuckling darkly.

"sure, beat up the helpless girl. that's the only way you can beat me, right? when i'm all tied up? what a man,"

his hand was around your throat within a second and he forced you to look him in the eyes again. "sweetheart, you're a girl. tied or not, you're still weak. not even with that useless power of yours."

taking advantage of how close his face was to yours, you gathered as much bloody saliva in your mouth before spitting it in his face.

it was very much the wrong thing to do because after he wiped off his face, he left the room and two men came in, various tools in hand for their fun with you.

-

"stark! my buddy! how's it going?" justin hammer's face appeared on the screen in the conference room, where the avengers were having a meeting about your possible whereabouts.

"where is she?!" wanda growled, standing up abruptly.

"what ever do you mean?" hammer smirked, feigning innocence. "you know what we mean. where is she?" steve spoke authoritatively, trying to control his anger at the sight of the man's face.

"i'll tell you where your thing is if you tell me where my thing is." he smiled wickedly. this caused wanda to get angrier. "y/n is not a thing! and the weapon was never yours in the first place!" vision held onto her to calm her down and it worked because she sat back down, though still glaring at the screen.

"oh she's not a thing? seems like it to me, though." he smirked and the team frowned, not understanding what he meant until they heard screams and justin's smirk widening at the sound. what a sick bastard. "what are you doing to her?!" bucky screamed, knocking his chair back as he stood up.

"i don't know, you tell me." he chuckles, and the screen changes to the live footage of you in the restraint chair with the two men in the room.

you were no longer fighting back now, just sat limply with your head dropped to the side. the first hour with them, you had been fighting back like you did with justin, despite the restraints, but now entering the second hour, you were too exhausted for anything.

your left eye had been swollen shut, you could barely breathe through your nose, your cheeks were throbbing like hell and your bottom lip was busted. your head was the only thing that moved freely when hit so the men seemed to find satisfaction the most when they punched you in the face. though that didn't stop them from inflicting pain on other parts of you.

"let her go, she's just a kid!" sam exclaimed, his grip on the edge of the table tightening to control his anger. peter and wanda were crying looking at the awful state you were in, clint, tony and bruce were silent in shock, steve and bucky were getting increasingly angry as the abuse continued.

"are you going to tell us where stark is keeping the weapon or have you not gotten enough?" one of the two men was heard asking, pulling your hair back to make you look up at him. you look at with your half-opened right eye, breathing heavily. "my answer's never gonna change no matter how many times you ask."

he scoffs, stepping back before the other man swings a bat right at your stomach. the air was immediately knocked out of your lung. the men laughed as you coughed up blood profusely. this caused wanda to get more hysterical.

"well, looks like she wants more. i'll call back when she's had enough. toodles," he waves his fingers at the camera with a sinister smirk before abruptly ending the call.

the room went silent after the call, save for bucky and sam breathing heavily from the anger they felt. bucky then turned to steve, pain could be seen on his face. "you said she would be safe."

"i–i'm sorry, buck. i didn't know he was gonna take her with him." steve was still frozen in shock, the image of you on the chair now permanently ingrained in his brain. in everyone's brains actually.

"guys, gear up, he's in colorado."

all heads turned towards natasha and she looked back at them with a 'what?' expression. "you were tracking him down the whole time?"

"um, duh? now come on, gotta save our girl."

-

you awoke to a stinging sensation on your inner forearm. after your bloody coughing fit, they proceeded to beat you up again and you were knocked out then. now you were slowly regaining consciousness but you were starting to prefer being passed out. your whole body was in pain and the fact that you couldn't even move made it even worse.

"oh, lookie here. sleeping beauty is up." you were met once again with justin hammer's ugly face. he was sitting on a chair perpendicular to your left side. you couldn't wait to get out of here so you didn't have to keep seeing his face every time you woke up. your inner forearm was stinging even more now so you looked down at it. you gasped at the sight.

"how'd you like my artwork?" he chuckled at your reaction. there on your arm, obviously carved out with the bloody knife that the asshole was so proudly holding on to, was 'FREAK'. carved out big and bold. on your skin. "pretty fitting, eh? freak? because, you know, that's what you are."

the blood was seeping out through the cuts and it stung even more now that it had been exposed to the air. the asshole moved his chair to your other side. "what should i write on this arm?" he feigns a thinking expression, looking up thoughtfully with his thumb and pointer finger on his chin.

"please, i–i don't know where tony put it. i really don't." you cried, tears now flowing freely down your face without a shame.

he looks at you with amusement. "what is this? are you...are you giving up already? can't take anymore?" he smirks and you sigh, closing your eyes. you just awoke but you were exhausted. so, so exhausted.

he takes out his phone, the smirk now permanent on his ugly face. "stark! kid's finally had enough. wanna tell me where the weapon is now or do you want to find her body at the bottom of the ocean?"

you couldn't even be bothered to react to his statement. the pain all finally registered and you were tired. tired and in excruciating pain.

"kinda busy right now, can you call back later?" you could hear tony's voice sound from justin's phone and the man beside you laughed. "i see you don't care for the girl. what could possibly be more important than saving her?"

"i don't know, you tell me." a voice said from behind you two and before you knew it, hammer was knocked off the chair he was on. you weakly turned your head just in time to see a metal arm force hammer up onto his feet before wrapping around his neck. "don't you fucking touch her again."

"y/n!" you heard wanda's voice as she entered the room with peter. more tears flowed down your face at the sight of them, stinging when they rolled past the cuts on your face but that didn't matter. your family was finally here to save you.

you saw the red mist of wanda's powers surround your cuffs before they clicked open. "oh, bubs, i'm so sorry." she cried, both hands hovering around your face, hesitating to touch you in fear of hurting you. her eyes fell onto the words carved out onto your skin and her mouth fell open before covering it with her hand. "i'm so sorry we couldn't get to you sooner." peter's voice cracked and you could tell he was emotional.

"it's okay," you told them, giving them a small smile, the biggest one you could give in your current state.

tony, sam and steve entered the room to see bucky relentlessly beating up your captor and wanda and peter standing by you as you cried.

"cupcake, we're here now. don't cry, you're safe now." tony came closer and despite knowing that you were because your family was finally here, you couldn't help but let out all the pent up emotions you've kept throughout your time of captivity.

sam had a go at justin once bucky was done and steve had to physically pry them both off of the sick bastard so that nat could cuff him and bring him back to the jet.

"y/n/n, i'm so sorry. if i hadn't–"

"it's okay, stevie." you cut him off. truthfully, you only did so because you knew he was going to giving a long-winded explanation justifying his actions and your headache couldn't bear to hear lengthy sentences. but you also didn't think it was in any way his fault so he didn't deserve to be beating himself up for this. shit happens, anyway.

"let's get you out of here, doll." bucky says, cringing when he sees the blood on the floor of your chair, as well as on your clothes. he quickly reaches to lift you off the chair but stops when you let out an ear-piercing scream of pain. "doll, i'm so sorry! did i hurt you?!" bucky questions in panic.

"y–you didn't, they did. it...it hurts everywhere," you cried, feeling hopeless that you couldn't even bear being carried by someone, let alone get up by yourself. their hearts broke when you said that. you never really cried much in front of them and you were known to withstand pain well because of how much shit HYDRA put you in as well as your powers being healing, meaning you had a higher pain tolerance than most people.

"it's okay, bubs. i got you. let's get you home, alright?" wanda's calming voice broke you out of your breakdown and red mist surrounded your whole body, wanda moving you with her powers. you were thankful of that because it didn't cause any more pain to your body.

maybe hammer was right. maybe you are just a freak with useless powers. wanda floated you into the jet and she set you down on the bed. "y/n, oh my god!" clint cried out once he sees you. you looked much worse than you did on hammer's camera footage during the call an hour ago. "kid, i'm so sorry."

"clint, take the wheel. bruce doesn't have all the resources needed. she needs to be treated ASAP." nat tells her best friend and he nods, taking the wheel and immediately taking off once everyone had boarded.

you were laid on the bed, right eye slightly open as bruce examined you. exhaustion hit you like a truck and before you knew it, you blacked out.

-

"how is she, doc?"

"pretty banged up but y/n, as i already knew, is a strong girl. lots of internal bleeding, broken bones, bruises and scars but she'll be fine. you can check her file later if you want," doctor cho tells tony outside of your room. "it's fine, can we see her?" he asks on behalf of the whole team standing behind him.

"yeah, of course! she woke up five minutes ago. i'll be off now, call me or my team if you need anything." she bids goodbye and left the group of superheroes.

steve slowly opens the door and there you were in bed, staring up at the ceiling. "hey, y/n/n," he greets sheepishly, feeling as though he had interrupted your alone time of blankly staring at the ceiling. the team trailed in behind him and soon your bed was surrounded by the avengers.

"hi, cupcake."

you looked away from the ceiling and turned your head towards tony. "oh, hey tones." you smile as sam helps you sit up while the rest sat on chairs all around you. "how you feeling, bub?" nat asks, eyes flickering down to the bold scarring of letters on your forearm.

"as okay as i can be." you answered truthfully, pressing your inner forearm closer to your body so the team doesn't see the letters carved onto your skin. you already know what you are, you didn't need the rest thinking so too.

"you're not a freak, bubs."

you look up at wanda. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to read your mind. but they were awfully loud. you're not a freak, y/n. and you're not useless too. that bastard may have carved out that word onto your skin but the scar will fade. it's not permanent. you know why? because that's not what you are." she tells you, taking off her jacket to wrap it around you because you felt self conscious of the scars all over your arms where the team could see.

"yeah, doll. you're an amazing person and your powers help us so much. i mean, you saved millions just helping us get the weapon back from justin hammer. if you hadn't, well, who knows what could've been happening right now?" he places a gentle hand at the side of your head, stroking your hair.

"yeah and who heals us when we get really hurt during missions, huh? i mean, if you hadn't healed that stab wound i got during that mission in new mexico, i probably wouldn't even be here at this moment." clint tells you and you roll your eyes at him. "you're exaggerating."

"i am not!" he laughed and you playfully rolled your eyes once again.

"y/n/n, i'm really sorry for—"

"i don't wanna hear it, stevie."

"but–"

"no. it's not your fault. shit happens." you brush him off. "lang–"

"you say language to me, i'll blame this shit on you even when it's not your fault. try me, rogers." you glare at the blond super soldier. he raises his arms in surrender, leaning back on his chair as the team laughs.

the team continue to entertain you and you couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of you. these were the people who would drop anything for you and were willing to dropkick any asshole in the face for hurting you. justin hammer never had a chance against your family to begin with.

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Silver Talks AniManga (18/06/23)

wao 2 new series this time, tho one of them came out ages ago but just didn't get scanlations past chap 1 til now but anyway also just noticed as I was about to press post but I forgot to put a * on sakamoto and don't feel like remaking the pic again so yeah

green - new series/new to me

Anime

Megumin Ep11

the finale episode's title is gonna be the show's title so that's neat, always cool when they do that anyway, same thing I said about last episode basically, ever since they got to axel there's just been a billion konosuba easter eggs in the background to the point where it doesn't feel like easter eggs in a spinoff and more of a like "hey you like konosuba right right look at this! kazuma and aqua in the background saying the same lines from the show! wow! so cool right?" and I don't like that. like if they just did that once, or even once per ep it'd be fine but it happens every 5 minutes, not just with those 2 but other people like darkness and wiz

Imas CG: U149 Ep10

I was completely right with my prediction last week, expect the ep wasn't about making the song, since it was already done at the start, but instead them fighting upper management to be able to do a live, which they were iffy about cause budget and stuff, so they had to come up with a solution for that. it had a TON of cameos from CG idols whic was very nice. and you might think "oh that's good but you were bitching about the konosuba ones?" but it's completely different. in this the cameos showed during the insert song as panning still shots with the girls talking to them, not just showing a scene that already happened from another pov but whatever anyway good ep ofc, there was even an extra scene after the ED giving a taster of the drama for arisu's episode next week so that will be very good too

Mashle Ep10

after the episode last week I was trying to figure out with mega where the anime was gonna end and went around and looked at the manga and came to this conclusion and I was completely right, and from the episode title it seems like I'll be right about that too. mega thought the end of the anime was gonna be one of the manga spreads with all the divine visionaries but that doesn't happen til waaaay after this so no way, however right after the I0 goon leaves, everyone finds out mash has no magic which would be an appropriate cliffhanger, with s2 getting announced along with the finale of both the anime and manga but we'll know for sure in 2 weeks

anyway, very unimpressive episode, but that's come to be expected

Pokemon Horizons Ep11

what the hell!! nemona got like 4 sentences at the start of the ep and this disappeared.. what's the point!! but anyway nice ep, they teased molly's backstory only to just have it on the same episode anyway which was kinda weird but go off. I expected them to get done with this forest stuff in the ep but it being multiple ones isn't bad either, also from the pv maybe we'll see riko's mom next ep? so that's exciting

Jigokuraku Ep11

nice episode, nothing fancy in terms of animation or anything but still good. was mostly just the choubei and gabimaru fights where they learn tao. now that we're 2 eps from the end I don't think it'll actually end where I predicted previously. from the cliffhanger at the end the next episode should be all of the sagiri and co fight vs the tensen. looked at the manga again to get an idea of where it might end at this rate and after that it's the gabimaru vs choubei fight followed by the second expedition making landfall but that's quite a lot of chaps so I'm not sure.. it would be a good stopping point with shugen arriving being a big turning point but ANYWAY I'll have a better idea after next episode for sure when I see what they cover

Manga

Martial Master Asumi Ch1

the newest series on jump, debuting this week by Kawada the mangaka behind Hinomaru Sumo which was quite successful some years ago. this time around it's a series about MMA, which the english title can be abbreviated into which is a very cool touch from the localization team. anyway, really good first chap, no complaints from me, you can tell that it was made by a jump veteran. the first chap was the introduction of our main character asumi and what is MMA and all that for people who don't know anything about it with a little bit of a taste of action at the end. the grandpa in this has dementia and in just this one chap they did a waaaaay better job of showing what dementia really looks like compared to whatever the hell ichinose was doing. I'll be looking forward to this, I really liked the chap, the art's really good and don't even get me started on how good the main girl is glasses? spats? can kick ass? sheesh, let's just hope this and do retry don't cannibalize each other and instead nue, ichinose or fabricant end instead

VERSUS Ch1 - 6

this is ONE's take on the good ol 1v1 battle manga..or is it? after a plot twist it's revealed that it's actually an isekai! or is it? it's actually more like a reverse isekai^13. it's ONE so you know you can expect some very cool genre deconstruction and this does not dissappoint (yet). I read chap 1 back in january or december when it came out, but there haven't been any english TLs til now, it's monthly too so that's painful. anyway, yeah it's good so far, our protagonists are on the brink of extinction so they try to summon people from another world to help them, while the same people (from 12 different worlds) were doing the same thing at the same time, leading all 13 worlds to get fused into a single one bringing along the enemies of all 13 humanities into the same planet and causing massive chaos. humanity is too weak to fight their respective (or any) enemies so their current plan is to make them fight and kill each other off, we'll see how that goes tho. I really like OPM and mob so I trust ONE fully, looking forward to this continuing. hopefully doesn't get picked up by kmanga (terrible service) or tls will become a lot harder to find oh also the art's really good too forgot to mention

Dandadan Ch110

what the hell that's just [The Hand] anyway mostly action chap, finally seeing momo's side of the fight, tho things didn't go as well as you'd think when we left off. I'm assuming okarun is gonna show up next chap, it'd be perfect timing

Kindergarten WARS Ch16 - 18

you know, up until now I was like "you know it's p funny sometimes and the art's really good I can see why it's so popular" but this mini arc, especially chap 17 and 18 were extremely good. like just wow, I really didn't expect something like this. not gonna hold my breath for a lot more content like this in the like 15 chaps left to catch up but I can hope

Nue's Exorcist Ch6

author introducing yet another girl, this one's here to kill/steal nue's power, that's still not gonna help the series tho chief. I don't like being so negative but I really think this one's going in the U19 club

Kill Blue Ch9

turns out the fight was p goofy, with the baddie trying to put a pacifier on ogami's mouth as the duel but it was a nice chap. at the end of it he came to this realization, which I was hoping would happen so that's good

Do Retry Ch7

good chap, the art felt better than usual too, there were some really nice panels, sadly the series is doing p bad in terms of the rankings being 4th from the bottom this week, and this week MMA started, which is another combat sports manga by a veteran mangaka (hinomaru sumo), which is probably not gonna help it one bit

Witch Watch Ch113

well I was right to think that the confession wouldn't go as planned cause it'd be too easy but I didn't expect that what the hell, even the title had double meaning wild

Blue Box Ch105

another good chap, with some more natsu shamelessness at the end they were debating about wether or not to tell their parents about it and decided not to which I think is good since they're living together and all that. doesn't seem like it'll end any time soon so looking forward to more cute stuff from these two

Tenmaku Cinema Ch10

good chap, curious to see what the director guy is gonna say about the script since he found out about it at the end. sadly tenmaku has not been doing well at all, it was rate last this week and 3rd and 4th from the bottom in the 2 previous issues, which is bad enough that tosh had to do some fanservice on the cover today to try and grab people's attention. I guess the jp crowd just isn't interested in film making, I mean I can kinda see it cause it IS a manga and all but should still give it a chance smh, meanwhile other stuff that's much worse gets to go on for ages

Cipher Academy Ch28

another good chap, got the backstory for toshusai's goon they teased last time and set up the next match. I'm more curious what went on in that pre-match match but we'll get there eventually

Undead Unluck Ch163

seems like we're getting our tournament after all but with the twist that it'll be shen fighting everyone one by one as a way for him to get stronger and stronger, even more excited about this now. I thought we'd see some different matchups but this makes a lot more sense since the union people wouldn't have any reason to fight seriously against each other when the plan is just to recruit shen and beat feng

Mashle Ch160

that's it finn that's the whole series. anyway the final battle is finally over, the anime only has 2 more eps left so I'm expecting 2 more chaps too, it's been a good ride

The Elusive Samurai Ch114

the intermission is over and we finally saw our protagonists again with different appearances too, it's been quite a while. the cliffhanger showed tokiyuki leaving to go join one of the courts, in historical fact he sided with the south to go against takauji so if this does the same we'll have a better idea of what might happen after too (not good things for tokiyuki monka)

Akane-banashi Ch66

very good chap, like always. when the chap started with the master telling her to stop voice acting the different characters and focus on the rakugou stuff I figured this is where it was going but it's still very cool to see. I'm guessing the next chap is gonna be the end of her performance but I could see it taking 2 more. my predictions for the scores from last week still stands tho, but seeing how much she's improved just makes me more excited to see akane perform again

Ayakashi Triangle Ch133

some good lewd panels in this chap but they all pale in comparison to how funny the end was, god shirogane is right suzu is indeed shameless

JOJOLands Ch5

what the hell? jojo on a sunday? I honestly thought it'd be coming out at some point during next week but hey I ain't complaining tho it feels weird for it to be at the bottom here like this instead of in the middle like usual but anyway. good chap, it was cool seeing rohan dominating 3 stand users but it only made sense for the plot if he lost, tho it was nice to see more of how [November Rain] works. quite a bit of lore stuff in this chap too, very curious to learn more about all this stuff, really feels like early p7 and p8 where there's a ton of terms flying around and you don't know what the hell they're talking about lol

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Poker Face

Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

You get a knock on your door, detectives wanting to use your apartment for a stakeout. Of course you say yes, little do they know you have a secret of your own. Little do they know you know more about their investigation then what they tell you that night

Warnings⚠️: talks of injuries, angst, tbh 1.5k words of sadness (it’s 2.3k total) it’ll be ok tho yall😭

Masterlist

Prologue // Chapter 1

Chapter: 6

It's weird how time seemed to move quickly but also slow. You all knew it would be a slow recovery. After two days, only Harrison had woken up. The doctors are still keeping Sam sedated, and they said they weren't sure when Tom would wake because of the brain injury.

"No," Harry says sternly.

"Harry, come on-"

"No. Y/n. Not happening," Harry says, his voice showing no sign of letting up.

"Haz, tell him," you say, turning your head to the boy in the bed.

Before the warehouse accident, Tom had said when you started getting better: you'd need to practice walking more since you hadn't in a while. You were getting better, and you knew he was right, so Harry would walk with you around the bedroom or living room when it was clear of Tom's men. Today, you and he are pacing the length of the infirmary in front of Sam and Harry's beds.

"I don't know, Y/n. Harry might be right," Harrison says, his voice still slightly weak.

"No. Come on, you guys went up there. It'll be a quick in and out," you urge, looking between Harry and Harrison as you hold on to Harry's arm, still walking back and forth slowly.

You're trying to get Harry's ok on you leaving to go back to your apartment to pick things up. They don't think it's a good idea since there's no way the police don't know what happened to the warehouse. If you go up there, it could be extra suspicious. Especially if they knew about the gala, you showing up, obviously injured, could bring suspicion.

"Y/n, you know Tom wouldn't want you out while he's not able to be around to help," Harry says.

"That's not true! He knows it's safe. He and Haz went there. All I'd do is go, get some clothes, and give a reason to why I'll be gone for a while," you say. "Harrison, tell him to let me go. You're second in command. You're technically in charge now."

"Nope, I'm not doing any of that while I'm still in this bed. You either go to him or Tom, and Tom's still in dreamland, so what Harry says goes."

"Harry!" you whine and look at him.

"Y/n, if you go up there and something goes wrong, Tom will kill me. We don't know if they know about the gala, and they definitely know about the warehouse. It isn't safe for you to show up their injured after you never came home," Harry says, removing his arm from you and taking both your hands, walking backward with his arms stretched out between you, wanting you to balance by yourself.

"What if I bring you? You'll be like my bodyguard, and if anything goes wrong, you'll be able to take those guys," you smirk at him.

"Um, 'those guys' have guns," he laughs and nods.

"So do you!"

"Two guns against one aren't great odds."

"Ok, ok. Harry give her a break. It's not that bad an idea," Harrison pipes in.

"The mafia isn't based on giving things breaks. And if anything goes wrong, I will end up dead, and none of you will know since," he turns his head to Harrison, "you're in a hospital bed," he turns his head to you, "you'd end up in jail, and the sleeping beauty brothers wouldn't help in any way."

You sigh, trying to come up with something as you continue to walk around the room with Harry. "Ok. What if we go, bring as many of Tom's men as we can and tell them if we aren't out within ten minutes to come in and rain havoc," you suggest.

Harry eye's you and then sighs, "Fine. Ok, fine. We'll do it. But when Tom wakes up, you have to tell him and make him promise not to blame anything on me."

"Deal," you smile.

You guys plan to go the next day, and after you get tired and finish your walking with Harry, he helps you back to Tom's room. He helps you up into the high bed and makes his exit, leaving you in the room with your unconscious boyfriend.

Hours later, you wake to a sound in the room. At first, it startles you, making you think someone was in or trying to break into the room. Maybe wanting to get to you or Tom, knowing he can't fight back. But, quickly, you realize that wasn't the case. The sound came from Tom. He woke up.

His hospital bed is on the left side of the bed, farthest from the door, and you had fallen asleep facing him, but in your sleep, turned over to where your back is facing him. When you realized it was a soft groan that sounded through the room, you sat up and looked over at him, the darkness in the room not hiding the way he was squirming.

You reach your hand out, feeling for the room's light switch, the small light from his heart monitor not being enough for you to see clearly. When you find it, you quickly flick it up, light shining into the room. You scoot over to the side of the bed, crossing your legs, and sit next to Tom.

"Tom. It's ok, you're ok," you say gently. You move close to him, reaching out to touch his hand.

He opens his eyes, his head slowly tilting your way. "My head is pounding," he groans.

"Sorry. The nurses said you aren't able to have much more medicine for the pain," you say, rubbing his hand.

It's quiet for a few minutes while Tom continues to get his bearings. He slowly goes through his memories. Then it hits him. "H-haz- and Sam they-"

"They're ok. It's all ok. It was tricky, but Harry was perfect in command and made the right decisions. Without him, you guys might not have survived," you say quietly, watching his face as he turns his head your way and looks at you. "I'll tell you more in the morning. Just get some rest and get stronger." Tom lets out a slow breath, closing his eyes.

You lean over and turn the room light off, laying down, staying close to the edge next to his bed, your hand staying in his as you snuggle under the covers and get comfortable, looking at his figure through the darkroom, watching as he slips into sleep and soon you do the same.

In the morning, you wake up, and Tom is already awake. Your hand is still in his, and he's starring at nothing like he's deep in thought. You sit up, scooting close to him again. "Tommy, hey, how are you feeling?" you ask softly.

"How's Haz? And Sam?" his eyes don't shift, continuing to bore into the wall.

"Harrison is awake. He's fine. Sam's neck and spine were injured, so they're keeping him sedated until it's healed enough cause if its too much movement, Sam could end up paralyzed. When he does wake up, at minimal, he'll only need a little physical therapy," you answer him. Tom doesn't say anything, so you decide to keep going. "And you," that caught his attention, and he looked at you, "um, your ear, your left ear, it was severely damaged. The ear itself is still there, but they said you had blunt force trauma to that side of your head and lost all hearing in that ear."

Tom takes in the information, letting it settle in his mind. He realizes when you speak he can't hear your voice in his left ear, how now it's weird, unbalanced. "What're you thinking about?" you ask, watching his facial expressions.

He looks at you for a moment, weighing his options of how to respond. "Come sit?" You perk up and nod, carefully shifting over to his bed. You put your arm above his head, not touching it but letting it lay there while you lay on your side, your hand in his right one, touching it gently. "When the explosion first happened, and the warehouse came crumbing on us, we were all still awake. There were 5 of us, the other two were somewhere else, but Harrison, Sam, and I ended up in the same area, slowly getting crushed." His voice shakes as he tells the story.

"I remember the pain. It was a lot of pain, and uh, Harrison was a few inches from my left, Sam on my right," he used his free hand to gesture, "it was still early in the morning, so it was very dark, and my vision was blurry, but I saw Harrison in a puddle of his own blood, his face crushed under the rubble." His face doesn't change much, but you feel your eyes wheel with tears, unable to imagine how it all must've felt.

"I've been in a lot of situations, many, bad situations, but that time I saw no way out, no way of survival. I kept looking at Harrison next to me, seeing my best friend as his life was slipping away. Sam had caught my attention, his eyes were wide, and there was blood spilling from his neck. I remember thinking, 'how could so much blood be leaking out, and he's still alive?' He opened his mouth to say something but only coughed blood, so instead, he reached his hand out and grabbed mine, looking at me with pure fear."

Tears are free-flowing from your eyes now, and you can't fathom how Tom isn't crying himself, how his face is staying neutral as he tells the story. Sure, he's the mob boss, he's supposed to be tuff, but this, this was traumatic.

"When I first took over from my dad, my mom had pulled me to the side, and she said, 'You harden your heart, you harden your face, but never turn on your brothers. Sam, Paddy, Harry, and Harrison. They're the most important things you need to worry about, so protect them. If you don't know anything else or how to deal with something, always protect them. Cause, in the end, say you fail, which I know you won't, cause I know my boy will be the best, but if anything goes wrong, you need them by your side. You guys have spent so much time together and made so many memories. Even if the mob fails, you keep them around. At all casts, no matter what.'"

"She told me that, and I kept it with me. Protect them at all costs. When you came around, I kept it even more in mind. I trust you all, so I wasn't going overbored, let you guys be involved, but laying there, seeing Sam pleading to me with his eyes, I failed. He was hurt. Harrison was hurt. Both were life-threatening injuries, and there I was with them, completely helpless."

This' the first time his face changed, his voice wobbled, and he let out a breath. "When, um, when my vision started to go, and I was losing consciousness, I thought about my mum, how heartbroken she'd be when she found out that 'her boy' wasn't the best. I thought about you," he pauses, swallowing as he gets a lump in his throat. "When Sam's eyes closed, it was crazy 'cause we hadn't talked, but at that moment, I figured they could be dead, and I felt alone there, so alone. I laid there, and I thought about quitting the mob. If I made it out alive, just leaving, keeping you, Harry, and Paddy safe. I don't know what the emotions were, but I'd never felt them before, and I wanted it to stop. I wanted to leave. I hated everything about what got me there." He sniffs, tears now falling from his eyes.

"Tom-"

"No. No, let me finish." You close your mouth and nod. "Me and my brothers, even as kids, I'd never seen any of them cry. We were always tuff, and yeah, we played around, but that was only us. I could see the tears rolling down Sam's face, showing how much pain he was in, even while unconscious. But now, now you say he's ok, that we're all ok, and the only thing I can think about is finding out who was behind it and shoving a knife through the person's skull."

His voice spits venom, almost like his cheeks weren't stained with tears. "The only thing I want to do right now, more than sitting here with you and spending time with you, is do everything I can to make whoever did it suffer. To make the person know what it was like, laying under the rubble and thinking, all I could do was wait for death. Momentarily making me hate everything about myself. I want them to pay."

Your tears have stopped, and you're speechless. You stare at Tom, mouth agape and mind blank, not knowing what you could say to make any other this better, not knowing if you even can make any of it better. You want morals to win. You want to tell him it's wrong, that there are other ways to get even, that it could be too dangerous, but that's not what comes out of your mouth.

You think about how the three boys looked when they came in, how terrible it must have been for them, how much pain they'll be in for the next few weeks, how much work it'll be to get themselves back in working condition.

"I agree. Show those bastards what the Holland Mob is made of."

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