#Swerve Web Series
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all in a day’s work [h.c]
summary: being spider-woman is going pretty well for hazel. that is until you notice these cuts and bruises appearing on her skin. she’s just a little clumsy, though, right?
pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader
contains: mature language and content, shower sex (very little detail), spider!hazel, mentions of hazel’s transformation since becoming spider-woman, slight violence, cannabis mention, mentions of the avengers events, josie is hazel’s guy in the chair.
word count: 4.4K
a/n: it’s here. i’m beyond excited for you guys to read this short series. it’s going to be a four parter, uploading each part every week for the month of october. thank you and enjoy <3
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Hazel hated criminals.
The ones who stole purses from innocent old ladies who were just trying to buy groceries. The ones who harass and assault women for rejecting them. Or in this special Brooklyn norm, a guy who had hotwired a BMW who was now involved in a high speed chase with four cop cars and a special hero following him.
Normally, she would be more than pleased to arrive at the scene. On any other day, she wouldn’t have promised to meet her girlfriend — sweet and patient you — at the bodega that your uncle owned. But some dumbass just had to hotwire a car when she had to meet you in an hour.
Hazel swung in between buildings, following the sirens of the police cars and the map inside of her mask, her eyes darting from car to car to find the one that was described. A dark purple BMW speeding down Tillary Street, turning down Gold Street. Once she had spotted the vehicle, she launched herself faster in the vicinity before landing on a U-Haul truck that was a few cars behind the BMW.
This guy was swerving and weaving through cars like a maniac as Brooklyn’s finest were hot on his trail. Hazel shook her hands out as a nerve-releaser, her gloved hands stretching in and out. She then sprinted across the top of the truck before launching a web at a tall building to maneuver her way onto the back of the BMW.
The breeze felt nice, though, after swinging around for so long. Her hands were gripping onto the sides of the vehicle to keep her balance.
“Excuse me, sir!” She tapped on the back window, waving a hand to get his attention.
The man’s eyes flickered to his rear-view mirror, eyes visibly widening at the sight of Spider-Woman hanging from the back of the stolen car. His response was to step on the gas. Hazel groaned as her lower stomach thumped onto the trunk, but quickly regained her posture as she hoisted herself onto her feet.
“Incoming text from honey with the white heart emoji and bee emoji,” Karen told Hazel, her Siri-like voice echoing in her ears. “Are we still on for sandwiches, babe? Semi-colon. Parenthesis.”
Hazel smiled at the message from you as she crawled to the top of the vehicle, mentally pumping her fist at the sight of the sunroof. The man had left it wide open. So he was an idiot in many ways. Hazel slipped in quickly, her bottom landing in the backseat. She’d tell Karen to reply as soon as she finishes with this nuisance.
“C’mon, dude, high-speed chase? What? Was stealing an old lady’s purse too cliche?” Hazel quipped with a cheeky attitude.
The man didn’t say a word but instead attempted to throw a punch in the backseat, letting out grunts of annoyance. Hazel blocked every swing with a sigh, wondering why the hell he was even trying.
“You know, you’d punch way better if you weren’t driving, sir.”
As the man continued to speed between cars, Hazel stares up ahead to see an empty alleyway in an upcoming street. She needed to get him off of the street so that innocent people wouldn’t be in the way of danger.
Hazel shoots a web at the man's eyes. He grunts at the sticky feeling and temporary blindness, releasing the wheel entirely. Hazel reaches over from the backseat, hands gripping onto the wheel to turn sharply into the deserted alley. She mutters a string of curses as the side of the car scrapes against the brick building.
She’ll tell Mr. Stark about billing that to the owner later.
Cars honked and came to a sudden halt at her illegal moves but the car was now in the alley, away from the public. She releases the wheel to quickly crawl out of the open sun-roof. Mid-way out, she feels the glass begin to close on her torso.
Hazel groans out at the squeezing pressure and looks down into the car to see that the man had hit the sunroof button on the roof of the interior. One of his hands gripped onto her spandex covered calf, trying to tug her back down.
“I have a girlfriend, dude. Let go,” Hazel grunted, wriggling in his grasp.
Hazel threw her foot back into his chest and jaw before jumping up and out of the car. She landed on a metal fire escape balcony. From that distance, she shot multiple webs at the end of the alleyway, creating a makeshift trap for the car to run into. Her wrists were beginning to ache but she kept her movements flowing, releasing the web as he was reaching the end. The car hit the large web with a loud thump but had stopped, which is what Hazel was aiming for.
The thief had stepped out of the car and began to book it.
“Karen, send a text back to honey reading,” Hazel stood on the fire escape and walked on the side of the building as she aimed a web at the man. The substance wrapped around his legs causing him to trip and hit the ground. “Of course. See you soon. With two x’s and o’s.”
“I am sending the text to honey.” Karen alerted Hazel to her mask.
Hazel swung over to land right next to the criminal's head, tilting her body to the side to grin at his scraped up face. She knew he couldn’t see her shit-eating grin but it brought her some sort of badass feeling. Like an ‘I-just-did-that-shit’ feeling.
“The cops will take care of you so if you’ll excuse me,” she shot her web around his wrist to keep him down and held them behind his back. “I have to see my girl.”
The man grunted loudly to which Hazel responded with a: “Bye, Mr. Criminal!” as she launches herself out of the alley and around the corner of the building.
You were browsing the shelf of snacks and candies in your uncle’s bodega. You had just gotten off your shift at the Build-A-Bear in the mall and you were absolutely starving. The array of chips and gummies made your stomach grumble, sighing as you were waiting patiently for Hazel to arrive.
Her Stark internship had consumed a lot of her time lately. Of course, you were incredibly happy and proud of her to be working under Tony Stark: a billionaire industrialist, inventor, and the Iron-Man.
You didn’t mean to seem clingy, but you missed her when she was gone.
“Bee, here you go.” You hear a voice coming from behind the counter.
There stood your uncle with your turkey club sandwich wrapped — no tomatoes. You let out a groan of relief as you walked up to the counter to take it from him. You reach into your tote to grab a five dollar bill.
“Bee, you’re not paying.” He began to walk around to avoid you giving him cash.
“Uncle Karter, take it now. I’ll hop over this counter and shove into the register,” your threat was playful, but you meant every word.
“You’re hungry so I’m giving you food. It’s just like having lunch at home.” Your uncle insisted as he pointed at you, resting his arms on the glass display of the different kinds of sandwiches and deli meat he had to offer.
You sigh, giving him a wary look. Yes, he was your uncle, but you felt guilty just being handed sandwiches that you could easily pay for. You have a job. Your uncle wouldn’t let you pay, though, so you reluctantly slip the dollar bill into your bag.
“Thank you,” you give him a small smile before taking a bite of the fresh sandwich.
“It’s nothing, kiddo.” The man shakes his head as his eyes flicker behind him at the front door. The bell rings and he jerks his head to whoever was walking in. “Your little girlfriend is here.”
You whip your head around mid-bite to see Hazel panting as if she had run here with a wide, charming smile. Her hands were holding something behind her back as she approached you happily with her brown broken-in leather backpack over one shoulder, her keys that were clasped onto a loop of her jeans jangling loudly.
“Hey,” she breathes out, her gaze flickering between both of your eyes. Hazel raises her hand to wave at your uncle. “Hi, sir.”
“Hazel, I told you to call me Karter. None of that ‘sir’ shit, dude. I’m 36, not 50.” Your uncle replied teasingly, causing you to chuckle. Hazel nodded, muttering a ‘right’. Her eyes locked with yours as your uncle began to attend to the other customers.
“How was it today?” You tilt your head as you take another bite of your sandwich.
Hazel shrugged her shoulders, scoffing out. “Boring science shit but it was good. New scientist named Dr. Connors that Mr. Stark introduced me to.”
You deadpan at her, nodding your head. Sure, the subject wasn’t your favorite but you always wanted to hear about Hazel’s day. You brushed off the short response as you swallow that bite of your sandwich.
“Okay, well, that’s good. What are you hiding?” You try to peer over her shoulder but she only leans to the same side as you.
“Grabbed something for you on the way here.” Hazel beams as she pulls out the present from behind her back.
It was a small bouquet of an array of flowers for this time of the year. It was fall in New York, so the array of white roses and yellow sunflowers brightened up your mood. Forest Hills blossomed during the chilly season; a beautiful orange hue washed over the neighborhood in Queens as the decaying leaves fell from the tree branches.
Your eyes softened at the simple yet sweet gesture. Hazel grinned awkwardly, hoping you loved them.
Ever since you two had started dating half a year ago, Hazel has always felt like she had to be the best girlfriend she could. You were her first girlfriend and she was absolutely crazy about you, as you were about her.
Other people haven’t been the kindest to you and she knew that. Lying and cheating were a main factor as you’ve told her.
The guilt ached in her chest everyday having to lie to you about being Spider-Woman. You were her entire world. Tony insisted it was for the best if she didn’t want anything to happen to you.
“You are too sweet, I swear. Thank you, baby,” you lean in close to kiss her lips quickly and take the bouquet in your free hand.
Hazel flushed so easily, making your smile widen. It was a good feeling to see after so many months that she still got flustered when you kissed her.
“It’s nothing. You deserve it.” Hazel replied as if it was something you should know.
You don’t respond to that, only blushing like Hazel was moments ago. You sniff the soft flowery scent for a moment before taking another bite of your sandwich.
“You wanna head to mine?” You offer with a flirty smile.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” Hazel nodded, eyes warily darting to your uncle who was occupied with his line of customers that appeared out of the blue.
“He’ll be here for hours. C’mon,” you loop your arm around hers. “Bye, Uncle Karter. See you later.”
Your uncle simply waves his hand mid-conversation with the middle aged woman in front of him. Hazel leaned into your touch for a second before letting herself get dragged out of the bodega by you.
A fresh autumn breeze brushed against her, hitting her pale skin. You leaned your head on her shoulder as you talked about all the adorable children that had come into the Build-A-Bear.
Hazel loved these small moments with you. Well, she loved every moment but little things like this clouded her brain when she wasn’t focused on keeping her identity a secret. Watching your eyes light up when you spoke about how happy these children looked when you handed them their bear made her heart grow tenfold.
When the two of you had arrived at you and your uncle's apartment, you reached into your bag to grab the house keys.
“You hungry?” You ask as your sliding the key into the slot.
Hazel shook her head, placing a hand over her stomach. “I’m okay. Thank you, though, honey.”
You place a gentle kiss at her cheek as if to tell her that you asked her questions like that to show that you cared. You frowned, though, as you noticed a bruise and cut on her top lip that you hadn’t really seen before.
Hazel noticed you paused and furrowed her brows.
“What is it?” She whipped her head around to see if there were any potential threats. She was tempted to check her watch that Tony had given her to get Karen to scan the area.
“Babe, did you hit your lip?” You raised a hand to graze over the reddening area.
Hazel’s eyes widened once she realized what you were talking about. Earlier this morning, Hazel had a guy hit the butt of his gun at her face when she had dealt with a smoke shop robbery. She actually got free weed from the guy working the register which she plans to give to PJ.
“Oh, yeah. May was opening a cabinet up top and it hit me straight in the lip. I kind of forgot about it.” Hazel easily lied through her teeth, letting you caress the outline of her lips.
“It doesn’t hurt, right?” You ask her softly, eyes flickering up to her freckled under eyes.
Hazel shook her head with a hum, her smile growing as she admired your worried features. You looked away with a flushed grin as you pushed open the front door. The faint aroma of pumpkin and cinnamon filled Hazel’s nose, warmth filling her chest.
It wasn’t the largest apartment but it was home to you. You and uncle didn’t need much more than this.
“How is May?” You asked as you hung your keys on one of the Smurfs wall mounted key hooks that you had found at a thrift store.
“She’s good. Working at the hospital right now so she’s hoping that‘ll pay well.” Hazel explains as she traces the knick knacks on the shelf’s in the living room.
You can’t help but smile at the thought of Hazel’s Aunt May. She really was one of the kindest women you’ve ever met. May had a tendency to call you her ‘future daughter in law’ in front of Hazel just to tease the girl, watching her cheeks and tips of her ears flush a deep red.
“That’s good. I don’t want her overworking herself, though.” You sigh as you set your bag down next to the arm of the couch.
“Yeah, me neither.” Hazel sighed. “So, what did you wanna do?”
You hum in thought, bringing your single braid from behind your head to over your shoulder. You began to untangle the twisted hair as you thought about what activities you and Hazel could do now that she was free.
A certain idea came to mind.
“Well, I do need to shower so,” you say nonchalantly, hoping Hazel would get the hint.
“Oh, okay. Yeah, I can wait out here. Take your time, honey.” Hazel nodded and went over to take a seat on the couch.
You stared at her grabbing the remote for the TV, turning it on and flicking through the channels. You release your hair to allow it to sit on your shoulders, waiting patiently for Hazel to realize.
“Oh, do you wanna watch Foot Loose when you get out of the shower?” Hazel’s gaze floated back to you.
Her excitement to watch the movie dropped when she noticed you tilting your head and looking at her like that. You had only given her that look when you were insinuating something sensual. Your body was swaying back and forth as your smile grew when she set down the remote.
“Sorry. I didn’t— I thought you meant by yourself.” Hazel rushed out as she turned off the TV, chuckling nervously.
“At first, yeah. But, hey, we’re conserving water if we shower together and you know I’m all about keeping the Earth green.”
Hazel couldn’t help but nod, standing up to walk up to you. “That— yeah. That’s true. Conserving water conserves energy that reduces greenhouse gas pollution.”
Her brain shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did.
“Yeah? What else does it do?” Your fingers hook onto her belt loops, tugging her closer into your body.
Hazel allowed you to manhandle her as she would truthfully let you do anything to her. She knew how much her ability to retain and cite facts turned you on. It was obvious by how you were drinking her in like you could devour her.
“It can… oh, protect aquatic life and extend water supply to areas that lack and ensure agricultural production to thrive.” Hazel rambled out, her flush growing as your thumbs brushed past her hip bone.
“Oh, those poor sea creatures.” You frown, smacking your lips.
“Don’t you need to shower?” Hazel asked, suddenly overwhelmed with impatience.
Your smile only grew, a giggle falling from your lips. You intertwine your hands with Hazel’s as you hurriedly walk over to your small bathroom. Hazel made sure to remove her watch and set it down on the porcelain sink, not wanting any sort of message from Tony to interrupt her time with you.
You turn to shut the door and turn the lock with a ‘click’. Hazel is caught off guard by you removing your work shirt, blushing at the sight of you in your bra. She felt like such a virgin. She’s seen you naked at this point and still was a flustered mess around you.
“Can’t take a shower with clothes, Haze.” You raised your brows as you were unbuttoning your pants.
“Maybe I can. I can do laundry that way.” Hazel quipped back with a chuckle.
Nonetheless, she began to slip off her sweater. You walk over to her, hooking your fingers underneath the thick fabric to help her. Her sports bra came into view as you tugged the sweater up and off, tossing it onto the blue and white tiled ground.
You both messily kissed, clanking teeth from how rushed your movements were. Soft laughter released from you as you removed the rest of your clothing and underwear, Hazel following by copying your actions.
Hazel hoisted you up with ease by your plush thighs, causing you to let out a yelp at the sudden movement. You lazily kissed her jaw as you held onto her neck, listening to her soft hums as she stepped into the shower. You never understood how all of a sudden, Hazel had this strength and toned body. You’d never seen her hit the gym once since you’ve been together.
Not that you were complaining. Just confused.
“Alright, let me down,” you hum against her skin, “I really do have to shower.”
“I’ll, uh, help.” Hazel offered as she released her grasp from your thighs, carefully watching you step onto the tiled ground.
You simply give her a soft kiss, whispering a ‘thank you’ onto her lips. Hazel hums back before grabbing the hydrating shampoo from the shelf. You turned on the shower, letting out a soft ‘fuck’ at the cold water. You hurriedly turn the knob to the red ‘H’ symbol, leaning back into Hazel’s body.
Once the stream of water began to heat up, Hazel squirted out the correct amount of shampoo into her palms. She massaged the product to your scalp as you tilt your head back with a sigh. Her fingers work into your scalp, sending you into a domestic bliss.
“That feels so good.” You practically moan as Hazel continues with the shampooing.
Hazel chuckles with a blush, leaning down to press a gentle kiss onto your naked shoulder. Your mind practically turns to mush but you force yourself to continue the rest of your routine.
You and Hazel bathed each other after a few heated kisses. That’s all. (You had gone down on her and she fingered you until you came twice.) She had told you how much you resembled a beautiful Renaissance painting with every curve and dip of your body. The words squeezed at your heart, feeling yourself fall more and more in love with her — if that was even possible.
Now freshly bathed and spent from the day, you and Hazel settle down, remaining in just underwear with an oversized tee. The sun had been long gone — the only light source being the city lights from outside of your bedroom window. You were cuddled up in your bed on your sides Hazel was running one hand up and down the fresh and lotion-covered skin of your arm as you twirled her wet hair around your fingers.
“I wanna stay here forever.” You yawn and rub at your bare face.
“Yeah?” Hazel hummed.
You nod with a chuckle. “Oh, yeah. If I didn’t have to work or worry about stuff like the apocalypse and aliens taking over, I would stay here forever.”
“Aliens?” Hazel’s brows arched at your words, chuckling along with you.
“Well, I mean, you saw what happened with Avengers in the city a few years ago. That was terrifying, you know?” You mutter, zoning out as the memory flooded back into your mind.
You had been just a few streets down when Loki had sent an army of aliens down onto the city. Who knows what could’ve happened if you had been just one more street closer to the destruction.
Hazel only nodded because how can you forget an event like that? Lives were lost and changed forever. Hazel, at the time, was just like you; a normal girl in the city just trying to live day by day. She wasn’t able to save people as she could now.
“Let’s just… lay here a-and not think about that, honey. Okay?” Hazel whispered as she tried to reassure you while reassuring her own scattered mind.
“Okay. I’m sorry.” You whispered back with a self-deprecating chuckle as you felt that you had ruined the mood.
Hazel shook her head as she moved her hand from caressing your arm to cupping your bare cheek.
“No, no, no, it’s okay. I just don’t want you to worry about all that stuff that hasn’t happened.”
Hypocrite, Hazel’s mind echoed after she had continued to utter soft and kind words to you. That’s all she ever did. Worrying about the unknown or stuff she couldn't control.
You ultimately felt your worries fade for the time being. Hazel caresses the length of your back until your heavy eyes shut, allowing sleep to take over. Not too long after Hazel knew that you were sound asleep, she did the same.
Hazel was awakened by the sound of a loud alarm echoing throughout the space of the room. She had shot up quickly from the bed, looking down at her watch to see it was a call from Josie — her only friend from Stark Industries.
Hazel checked the time to see it was 7:04 in the morning; way too early to be calling her. She glanced at you tangled up in your bed sheets next to her, mouth slightly hung open as you were knocked out. She carefully got up from the mattress, trodding over to the bathroom to get some privacy.
Hazel groaned at her reflection, her hair a tousled mess and her shirt half-way off of her shoulders. She reluctantly answered the call on the watch, squinting her eyes as Josie came into view.
“Hi Hazel!” Her cheery voice threw her off guard.
“It’s seven in the morning, Josie.” Hazel grumbled, trying to fix her hair.
“That didn't sound like a ‘oh, good morning, Josie’ so I’ll pretend you said that.” Josie quipped back, adjusting herself in her cubicle. “Anyways, Mr. Stark told me to call you because he needs you here, like, immediately.”
Hazel’s eyes shot open. “Wait really?”
Josie hums as she types something on her laptop that was lighting up her screen. “He said in his email, and i quote: ‘call Underoos and get her here immediately. No’ and this is in all caps ‘questions’.”
Hazel rolled her eyes at the nickname. Within the first few days of working under Tony, the nickname came to mind and never left. As much as she wanted to stay in bed with you, she knew she had to see whatever Tony needed her there for. She scrunched up her nose and yawned, nodding and scratching the back of her head.
“I’ll be there soon. Probably 10-20 minutes.” Hazel stretches her free arm, releasing some tension in her biceps and upper back.
“Alright, cool. Oh, wait,” Josie muttered as she stopped typing on her keyboard, leaning back into her roller chair. “Ah, shit. Son of a bitch, dude.”
“What?” Hazel responded as she was about to leave the bathroom so she could hang up.
“No, nothing. I lost at Solitaire against Happy.” Josie shook her head, groaning before typing again on the laptop.
Hazel furrowed her brows before hanging up with a: ‘See you soon’. The last thing she heard was Josie angrily typing as she whispered: ‘Filthy cheater’.
Josie took Solitaire extremely personally.
Hazel slowly crept out of the bathroom as she had forgotten that your Uncle Karter was now home, if not, awake. She tiptoed back into your room, grabbing her bag from the small carpet strawberry right next to your bed. You had adjusted once again in your sleep, snuggling into the plush of your pillow.
You were a fidgety sleeper but she found it adorable. Watching over you right now almost made her stay but she couldn't risk Tony being angry with her. She quickly changed into her suit, walking over to your window to unlock it and crack it open.
Taking one more glance at your unconscious body, Hazel tugged her mask over her face before she shot a web out of the window at a building across the street. She threw her bag over her shoulder as she swung to the apartment building next door all the way to the Stark Tower.
Mid-way there, she suddenly remembered that she didn’t leave a note for you like she usually would when she left so suddenly. She brushed it off and told herself she’d send you a text as soon as she left.
Nothing to worry about.
Right?
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Truth
[peter parker x reader]
summary: peter kept you like a secret but you kept him like an oath.
pairing(s): p.parker x f!reader; h.osborn x f!reader
w.c: 4.4K
warnings/content: the pain was supposed to be unbearable but I kind of had a change of heart last minute; canon is a joke here more or less; lots of crying lots of apologies lots of heartache; the Talk ™ happens; foul language; minor violence; tw!flashbacks; yelling (arguments); tw!no harry in this one :(; some fluff? just a bit.
A/N: third installment of broken promises. so, at first this was supposed to be the last chapter but my mind gave me ideas and I'm just going to follow it. next chapter will be an epilogue. enjoy!
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❝ And there were are again when nobody had to know.
You kept me like a secret,
but I kept you like an oath. ❞
A zoom of red and black flashed through your tangential vision and you made a sound of exasperation from deep within your throat.
“Are you pissed that I saved you?” Spideman teased, swaying in one of his webs as he followed after you without much concern. You were doing a great job at ignoring him, until you noticed you had no idea where you were going anymore. You halted, surveying the area with raised eyebrows. You have never ever been to this side of the city. “Lost, aren't we?”
“Shut up, webs.”
The wind suddenly went still. The sky was preparing to release heavy streams of a thunderstorm, everything was gray as clouds swerved together, taunting you. You didn't have an umbrella, you didn't even put on anything other than a thin blouse as you left your dorm. That was just so fucking great. Is the universe playing you? You think it was.
“What did you say?”
You froze, remembering you weren't alone.
“I told you to shut up—”
Spiderman landed in front of you causing you to stumble back in surprise. “Yes but what did you call me?” the voice almost wrecked you all over again. And you knew you had to get out of there. Get away from him. “Where are you— Wait!” You yanked your arm away when he attempted to pull you back. The eyes of the mask widened slightly. He wasn't expecting that reaction.
“Don't touch me.”
“I'm sorry,” The hero tried, softly, “I didn't mean to upset you I just— You called me exactly how someone used to call me.”
Peter. How can you be so dense?
“What do you want from me?” You snapped, striding towards him as he backed away lightly. “Need me to kneel in honor of your saving grace? Thank you, oh great Spiderman. I would be nothing without you—”
“What's your problem?” He didn't know where that hostility came from. What had he done to make you this mad? That had been the first time he appeared as Spiderman to you. He can't remember doing anything bad to make you... hate him like this.
“My problem, webs,” You made sure to emphasize the old nickname you used to call him. “Is that I've been lied to for an entire year. And I don't appreciate being made a fool.”
So this is why you're crying. He thought. Someone hurt you.
He had caught onto your red-rimmed eyes the moment he pushed you to the sidewalk to stop the car from literally hitting you. Yes, alright. Peter made a vow to take some distance from you. But the partnered project wasn't his doing, neither was your clumsiness while crossing the street. He had to do something. Spiderman duty and all. No, he was not watching you beforehand. He didn't do that.
Not all the time.
Rain started pouring down in small drops. It was only a matter of minutes until it increased.
“You're lost.” He grimaced when you groaned because he was still following you. “Let me take you wherever you want to go. It's going to start raining heavily soon.”
“I'm not lost,” you replied, pathetically holding onto your scarf. The one you planned to burn not a few minutes ago but now it gave you a sense of security. “You can go save somebody else.”
“I'm not leaving you alone.”
You picked up your pace, turning your back to him again. “Why not? You've done it before.”
What.
What?
“I've never seen you before,” He succeeded in matching your fast strides, eyes studying your frame for any indication of the reason why you had said that. As far as you knew, Spiderman hadn't crossed paths with you. Peter had.
You stopped. He could see your shoulders tensing and your hands gripping tightly the objects on them. His eyes only now detected the scarf and a worn out cover book.
“If you've never seen me before, then how come you know my name?”
Peter felt his insides turning cold. “I don't.”
The expression you wore told him otherwise. As if you were one step ahead of him in a game of tag. Your head tilted as you stared him up and down. “You're not a very good liar.”
Something in what you said irked Peter. That single sentence, filled up with such certainty that had him tripping over his own head. What exactly did that mean?
“Goodbye, Spiderman.”
His eyes squinted as he could finally see what was in your hand other than the scarf. That wasn't a book. That was a photo album. Not just a photo album.
In a bold move, he wrapped an arm around your waist and swept you up with him. You didn't scream, but a choked up sound came out of your throat in surprise. He heard a curse on his ear as your arms gripped his shoulders tight.
“Fuck— What the fuck, Peter!” You pushed him. He didn't move an inch, it didn't even hurt. He was too immersed in what you said — what you called him to do anything else other than stare at you. “I told you I hated it when you did that without warning!” You pushed him again, both hands this time, and he stepped back, blinking. Your anger was in the palm of your hands and the way your face turned red.
None of you gave much thought about the rain.
“You absolutely fool!” You croaked out, hitting his shoulder in an attempt to inflict a chip of the pain he had inflicted on you. “You never listen. Never—”
Everything that his brain could think was she remembers she remembers she remembers. He took ahold of one of your hands, but you kept punching his chest with the other. The photo album and the scarf were forgotten on the rooftop, somewhere you didn't care nor did it matter.
He said your name. You pushed him one last time before a sob broke out of your lips. It seemed to have come from deep down your chest, so much pain. Peter’s throat closed up.
She remembers she remembers she remembers she remembers
How?
“Breathe.” He said softly, when he finally got the chance to approach you without you squirming away. “Please, breathe.” His hesitation in touching you was transparent, it was like he didn't know what to do anymore after years of knowing it with eyes closed. When you let yourself be held by him, face buried in his chest, it was like nothing had changed at all. Peter guided you through an old breathing exercise you had all of your life for anxious situations. Rubbing a hand against your back. “I'm sorry,” he whispered, lips pressed against your forehead. Jaw clenching so he could stop his own crying. He couldn't do that. Not now. He didn't have time. You would run away at any second. “I'm so sorry.”
“Get me out of here,” you ordered, running a hand through your face as you sniffled. You leaned away from him albeit reluctantly. Your body was so used to his touch. He was so warm. So safe.
He took off his mask, feeling weird that he kept using it until now. He didn't even realize. “Can we please talk?”
“So, you'll lie again?” You replied halfheartedly, grabbing your belongings that were safely tucked isolated from the rain. Not your doing.
Peter trailed closer to you, “I won't. I promise.”
You laugh without humor, turning to look at him, “You've promised before, Peter. You've made so many promises and not once have you kept a single one.”
He ran a hand through his already disheveled curls, exhaling with difficulty. “Please. Please, I—” You are right. I'm an idiot. I'm a liar. I'm a mess. But please, don't go. Please. “I can tell you everything. Let me explain.”
You shouldn't have agreed.
Now you were sitting in his apartment, at the edge of his bed, afraid of moving. Afraid of breathing. There were so many memories and none at all. That place didn't exactly mean anything to you. But it brought back the past — what happened, who was gone — you could barely blink without a flashback resurfacing.
That's another thing. Your memories weren't supposed to come back at all. Strange's spell should have made sure of that. He made everyone forget who Peter Parker was because of all of that mess he created. Yes, Stephen did create that whole mess about the multiverse. How would you explain letting four teenagers deal with an identity reveal and wrongful accusations by themselves?
You swore the Avengers only cared about themselves. Even before Thanos happened. The world is ending: well, Captain America isn't available at the moment. He must be taking a long shit.
They were always busy when Peter needed help.
You were overcompensating again. Blaming people who shouldn't be blamed. Or maybe they should, but not for the reason you were suffering. Not right now.
“Coffee?”
Peter had changed from his superhero uniform to jogger pants and a dark blue jumper. His messy hair pointed all around and he didn't help by moving his fingers through it at every five minutes. That's his tell for being nervous.
Or has that changed, too?
His question came back to you and you saw the way he hesitated.
Peter was fighting his mind on whether he should've offer you the cup or leave it on the dinner table so you could grab it yourself. He feared you might throw it on him. With the burning hot liquid.
He'd probably deserve it.
You took it from his hands, your fingers brushing slightly. You quickly drawled back to the bed, eyes shifting through the small apartment. That was nothing like his room back at May's place. God, it was so hard not to go back. May Parker. What must Peter feel without her?
He's on his own.
Alone.
In this gray apartment, lifeless surroundings. No pictures on the wall, nothing hanging from the keychain. His keys were thrown on a bowl by the door.
Pursing your lips, you could feel the extra sweetened taste of the coffee. Honey. He remembers how you took your coffee. Why has your taste not changed? It should have. It's been a year.
It's been a year and he still remembers how you take your coffee.
“You said you would explain.” You spoke after a large sip of the coffee. Your tongue was burning. Good, that's what you wanted. “So, explain.”
Peter took a deep breath and started talking. As he started detailing everything, the fog in your mind disappeared little by little, acquiring scenes and colors to each respective memory. It finally felt as if your mind was yours, not someone else's memories and stories that you had made up. The migraines made sense. It was your past knocking and knocking but you didn't have the key to open the door, now you did.
You didn’t know for how long he kept on talking, until he broke the silence.
“Say something.”
Your heavy stare to the dark liquid in the cup drifted to his eyes, he was staring this whole time, a desperate kind of gaze. Before you let out a response to everything he said, an object caught your attention.
“Ned gave you that.” You said, narrowing your eyes at the small lego figure. Your lips breaking into a grin. “We were at what, freshman year?”
Peter watched you take the toy quietly, something filling his chest with warmth at the way you were smiling. He saw it before. It was what he sought for after a bad day, having you smiling like that at him made him forget any problem from his double life.
“You know, that was like a good luck charm to him. He gave it to you because he knew you'd never lose it.” His gaze fell to his hands, one of his fingers was bandaged poorly. He'd tried to cook and, well, he was a mess. He's a mess in everything. “Peter.” He didn't look up. He couldn't.
His mind flashed with your first real argument. It felt like that same moment all over again. And it was his fault, always his fault.
“I just— Peter, I can't, I can't lose you again. If you go and don't come back I don't know what I'll do—”
He didn't really listen, did he? Those words should've been more important, But he was desperate then and he was desperate when Strange told him everyone would forget who he was. You needed to be safe. And all of the people he cared about needed to forget about him for that to happen.
“I will come back,” he said seriously, tilting his head to meet your eyes, “I promise you I'll come back, okay?”
“You promised before.”
How many promises had he broken?
“Peter,” you said, tone softer than the one you had used before. All of that might have been breaking you but you had no idea what Peter had gone through by himself. His intentions were the best ones possible, you knew that. That boy could never hurt you on purpose. But he made a mistake and he was already suffering for it, that was no point in you adding to it. Your heart clenched at the sobs he was giving out. You wrapped your arms around him slowly, ignoring the way your body reacted to him – as if it missed his touch and it was finally home. His face buried into the soft fabric of your shirt, tears staining it instantly as he hugged your waist.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” he let out in a broken voice, tightening his hold around you as if he feared you were going to take off at any second. You should. You really should. He didn't deserve you. He doesn't believe he ever did.
By the time he stopped crying, the two of you had settled on the floor, cross-legged in front of each other. Your phone was vibrating incessantly on your purse, but you didn't move to grab it.
“You can take it.” He sniffled, giving you a soft smile. “It's alright.”
“What are you going to do now?” You asked, ignoring what he said.
“I— I don't know.” He blinked at you. “I didn't expect you to...”
“That wasn't supposed to happen.” A crease formed between your browns. “You didn't plan on telling me, ever, did you?”
He stayed silent and you took that as an answer.
“Why do you keep doing this?” You croaked out. “I've loved you all my life but nobody has ever hurt me like you have, Peter.”
Letting out a shaky breath, he nodded, “I know. I know.” His eyes danced through your features, you had a kind of look he's seen before. Only this time was worse, because there was nothing that indicated you'd ever forgive him. If you choose to walk away, he wouldn't blame you. It's what he deserved. It's what he deserved back then, too. “I never meant to hurt you. But I lost everything, if I lost you—”
“You chose to lose me!” You exclaimed. “You chose to not make me remember— at the edge of the Statue of Liberty, when it had all crumbled down? Do you remember promising me? Was it all just a lie?” The last part was a broken whisper. You couldn't handle being angry at him anymore. That was exhausting.
“No.” He said quickly. “No, it wasn't just a lie. I loved you. I still—”
“Don't finish that sentence.”
“I do,” He reached for one of your hands but you drew it back, averting his gaze. He inhaled sharply as if physically pained him. “I still love you. I don't know what love is without you.” He huffed out a humorless laugh. “And you have every reason to not forgive me. You have every right to— to hate me. But I love you more than anything in my life. You have to trust me on this.”
The coffee had turned cold, you had let it settle on the coffee table and forgotten about it over the hour you've been talking. More than one hour — you noticed, taking a look at the ticking clock on the wall.
You missed when being around Peter made time go by fast that you didn't even realize because you were having the best moments of your life.
That's the feeling it was supposed to remain. Not heartache. Not regret.
I love you too, Peter. That never changed.
“Okay.” His neck snapped from how fast he turned to look up at you.
“What?”
“I said, it's okay, Peter.” Your tone was not harsh, farther from it, actually. But your throat was closing up and you really didn't want to start crying again. You knew this time you wouldn't be able to stop. You were also tired. Not knowing if you could trust the love of your life because of the choices he kept on making. Looking into his eyes and seeing that same person you fell for but his actions said otherwise. A sigh fell from your lips as your phone vibrated again. “I can't fight with you anymore.” You replied, letting it ring for the tenth time. Whoever it was would have to wait, you needed to let some things out of your chest first. “Not about this, not about anything else. I'm tired. And I'm—I'm hurt.” His knuckles turned white from how strong he was holding his own coffee cup. It wasn't anger but fear. Peter feared for what you were about to say. If it was what he was thinking... “I don't believe your promises.” You said, not cowering under his gaze.
That's it — Peter thought. — I'm losing you forever.
This is how your story ends: pages filled with tears and heartbreak that overcame years of soft love and good memories.
It's only fair. But at the same time, no. It isn't. All of that can't be destroyed.
Peter is so conflicted. He's a determined kid, you see. Ever since a child he was obsessed with starting things and finishing them. May always told him he got that from his father. That's how he knows, from the moment he first laid his eyes on your crinkled smile, that he'd never let you go. He'd never hurt you to drive you away, that's a vow he took silently, to himself.
He broke that, too. Peter didn't deserve it, that much he knew. But was he supposed to let you go exactly like he did in the past? Is he supposed to make the same mistake he did back then?
Is he supposed to keep breaking his promise?
“But I do forgive you.” His breath hitched. And all of the things he was planning to say to beg you to stay were thrown out of the window of his beaten up apartment. “I don't think I could ever—” you shook your head, the corner of your mouth tugging upwards in a sad smile. “I don't think I could ever hold a grudge over you. It's you, Peter.” When you faced him there was something in his eyes you recognized and you made the choice to let it linger there for a while longer.
“You don't have to.” Peter said. “To forgive me, I mean. I don't deserve it and it's okay if you don't.”
You hummed quietly, cracking under his stare and looking away. “You're special to me,” you paused, not understanding where this would lead. It was up to your heart now. A dangerous path. “And I can't say I don't forgive you when I do. Maybe not completely now...” the look you gave him made him convey the words you weren't able to say. “But I will. Someday.”
There was nothing that Peter desired more in the world than to hold you. But he lost that right.
Fuck, he lost everything, didn't he?
“You can get it.” He stared at your empty coffee cup. His ears picked up on the incessant vibration of your cell since the first time it started. “It's probably important.” He gave you a half smile. You exhaled frustratedly but stood up to get the phone call and talk to whoever needed you that fast.
Hi, Harry.
He chose to ignore the tug at his heart and focus on the hairs in his arms going up. Danger.
He watched from his window five police cars racing down the avenue.
“Hey, so,” he drifted his attention away from the scene in the streets to you, who was munching on your lower lip. That's your conflicted tell. “MIT kinda has a Spiderman worthy threat right now.”
“The police can take care of it.”
Your eyes narrowed.
“What have you done to Peter Parker? He'd never say something like that.” His lips curled in an amused grin. Was that an expression different from the forlorn one you usually saw in him? It's been so long that you've seen that glint in Peter's eyes. Life. Happiness. The world was just cruel like that. “Leave it to the police? Where is the friendly neighborhood with witty remarks? He saved my ass plenty of times and canceled dates to save others and you're telling me to leave it to the police?”
The room seemed lighter. Maybe the conversation cleared up some things, the tension was almost gone now.
Peter folded his arms across his chest to pretend his ears weren't ringing with the radio on his room. You didn't need superhuman hearing to hear it, it was loud enough.
“I have priorities right now,” he said, sitting down on his bed at your previous spot, his hand smoothing down the wrinkled mattress. You could see — you knew — he was craving to go out there. That was his instinct, his calling. When you released everything you needed to say, you didn't mean that he should stop being himself. That he should hold back a part of him. Because that wouldn't be fair.
“Yes, you do.” You sit down beside him and he watched as your hands almost touched. “Your priority is at MIT, probably destroying some buildings. If they touch an inch of my dorm room I will hunt you down, Parker.” His eyes raised to yours in a confused expression. Your chest heaved out in a long sigh before you laid your palm on the back of his hand. “I don't need you to choose a part of you because of me. I don't need you to choose between anything.”
Peter Parker, a biophysics undergraduate student whose favorite place is certainly the science laboratory, because that's where you always find him. He has the kindest eyes you've ever met and he has trouble focusing on class — on anything, sometimes — because of his ADHD. And well, part of that is also because of his crime fighting agenda.
Because, Peter Parker is also Spiderman. He dresses up in red and black and makes his webs out of scratch. He's got terrible jokes, he tries to disguise his voice around his friends — but he's awful at it — and he'd do everything in his power to protect the people he cares about.
They are one but they are two different people, it's not that hard to understand.
It's not your job to make him choose, it's not anyone's job to make him choose between Spiderman or Peter Parker, really. That's just something you've come to terms with even before all of that happened.
It doesn't become easier.
But you love both and you won't settle for less than whole. Peter shouldn't either.
“Just...” you trailed off, missing the words. The warmth of your bodies was closing in and you lost your train of thought. It was a foreign feeling and so familiar at the same time.
“Let's start over, how about that?” You couldn't reset time, that much was clear. And never in a million years would you want to erase having met Peter from your mind. No. He was a part of your heart you could never take back. And you didn't want to. It was his to bear. “I'm Y/N,” you then offered your hand to him to which he stared at it with a blank expression.
Start over.
He wouldn't be able to let go of everything that you lived together, but he didn't have to, right? Starting over at least didn't mean you'd pull away from him completely.
Start over.
That could be good. If that's the only chance he's getting, he won't miss it.
“Hello, Y/N. I'm Peter,” he said, holding your hand as electric currents ran through the spot. Your touch, he missed it like no other. Start over. “Aren't you my computation partner?” his attempt to joke didn't go unnoticed by you, it pulled a smirk at the corner of your mouth.
“I think so. You do look fairly alike to my partner so...”
Both of you let out snickers. You stepped away first, awkwardly clearing your throat. “You should go. People need you.”
Peter opened and closed his mouth three times before you asked him to spit it out.
“Can we do this again?” His eyes widened comically. “Not—not this. I mean, talk. Just, just talk. As... friends—we can be friends, can't we?”
You hummed, smiling softly. “Yeah, Peter. We can be friends.”
If that's all that I can get, that's what I'll take.
It's a start.
His heart was hers so he didn't mind which way she had it. If it was platonically, then that'd be it.
Project partners, lab buddies... He had a long way to go. But if there's one thing Peter Parker is known for is that he never gives up. And if there's one thing Spiderman is known for... is that he'll try his best to not hurt anyone he loves — again.
Now, both of their main tasks is to keep promises. Neither Peter nor Spiderman will fail this time. Not again.
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Silk & Cologne (29)
A Miguel O’Hara x OC Series - Link to AO3 (X)
Chapter 29 - Retribution - previous chapter (X)
Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC
Words: 3.6K+ words
Warnings: PG13 - For fighting, mentions of wounds, scars, FANGS/BITING, slightly sexual implication
Summary: The Spiders take the fight to Isabella
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Miguel’s P.O.V.
Slowly the world stops spinning round him. Slowly his vision clears up as he sees Isabella push the now wrecked car hunk of metal off her form, snarling as she vaults forward. Miguel just narrowly jumps out of the way as Spider-Noir met her halfway, using his web shooters to catapult himself towards her as the two clashed.
He watched the pair fight in close combat, each exchanging hard blows but neither one backing down. That was one thing Miguel admired about Noir. He didn’t feel pain as easily as the other Spiders, allowing him to keep fighting, lasting longer in most fights.
“Hold still you insufferable insect!” Isabella growled.
Miguel watched Noir swerved out of the way of an incoming slash attack, his trench coat flowing in the breeze before upper cutting the bat in the chin.
“I don’t like hurting a lady, but for you I’d be willing to make an exception,” Peter quipped as he staggered after her tumbling form.
While Noir had her distracted, Miguel glanced down at Lisa and his face immediately softened, his heart breaking bit by bit. He looked around, finding a clear spot in the park a bit of a ways away from the fighting and brought her there, gently setting her down to lay against a smooth rock. She was still trembling as he gently pulled back her mask, allowing her to breathe better.
“Mona Lisa. . .” he called to her softly as he reached out his large hand, gently cupping the side of her face.
She sniffled as she looked up at him, tears racing down her cheeks. “Are you okay?” With a delicate hand, Lisa reached up, her fingers shaking as she brushed over through his hair and caressed his ear, the skin there a bright red.
His heart broke at the question as he reached his other hand out to her other side, his thumbs gently brushing away the tear stains on her cheeks. “I’m– I’m okay,” He forced himself to speak, shaking his head. “It’s you I’m worried about,”
Lyla’s voice came up as I felt my Gizmo vibrate along my wrist. “She’s stable for now, Miguel, but it won’t last long. She’ll need proper treatment soon,”
Lisa took a shaky breath, her eyes drifting downward. “I’m sorry. . . You weren’t supposed to–”
Miguel immediately clued in to what she was talking about. In that split second, his eyes darted down to where he had patched up her wound on her side, covering the slice from Isabella’s claws. Covering up the scars that her step-father gave her.
It made Miguel’s blood boil. Her step-father, this ‘Jin’ person. Someone who was supposed to protect her and take care of her. . . and he hurt her? He hurt his Mona Lisa?!
He gently shushed her, bringing his face closer towards her as Miguel gently pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes fluttering closed. “No, no, it’s not your fault, ¿Tu me entiendes?” - You understand me?
It took her a moment to process what he had said before she slowly nodded her head as he pulled back softly to gauge her reaction. This wasn’t on her. This was Isabella’s trick all along. To make us vulnerable and hit us at our weakest. She hurt Lisa, and she would pay.
Miguel’s grip tightened on her face ever so slightly, the tips of his fingers brushing along her hair. “You need to rest. You’ve done more than enough,”
Miguel didn’t miss a beat when he saw her eyes widened as he leaned back down, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. He pulled back, taking her hand as he silently commanded her to keep applying pressure to the makeshift bandage. His expression was serious, but his eyes still contained a hint of softness behind them.
“I’ll be right back,”
Miguel stood up to his feet and without a second thought, his mask materialized as he ran back into the fight.
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Lisa’s P.O.V.
I tried to steady my breathing as I reached out a hand out towards Miguel as he took off running, “Miguel, wait!” But my plea went ignored as he kept running.
I watched as he and Noir fought side by side against Isabella. They were each holding their own, but Isabella clearly wasn’t going down without a fight. Whatever enhancements Harry gave her were really showing their true colours now.
I wanted to help. I wanted to help them fight against that monster. I couldn’t just stand by on the sidelines and do nothing. Not after what happened. Not after everything Miguel said.
So I tried to stand up, albeit slowly. I favored my good side when standing up to try and not put as much pressure on my injured side. I hissed from the ache as I managed to stand up tall, looking around the park. It looked like all the other Spiders and left over clones were out on the streets of the city.
“Lisa, what are you doing?!” Lyla appeared beside me, a look of concern on her face. “You shouldn’t be moving!”
A loud cry caught my ear as I looked up and saw a pair of Isabella clones flying towards me. Of course this was bound to happen.
“I can’t sit around and be helpless, Lyla,” I huffed as I fired a series of web fluid into their faces. They immediately shrieked, trying to claw the gooey mess off their snouts as they crash landed, exploding into dust. “Not anymore,”
Another shriek caught my ear from behind as I turned and nearly fell on my butt when I saw another clone zooming towards me. I heard a gunshot ring out, making me flinch as I shut my eyes and shielded myself on instinct. The Isabella clone cried out and as I opened my eyes, I watched the remnants of its dust blow away in the breeze.
“Howdy there, little miss,” A southern drawl accent caught my ear.
I turned to see an Old Western cowboy Spider-Man approach me on horseback. He was a tall, light skinned, brown haired man with a black cowboy hat and a dark blue serape with a spiderweb pattern embedded in the fabric. He wore a black eye mask along with the classic Spider-Man red themed handkerchief over his nose and mouth to protect his face. Under the poncho he wore classic cowboy garb complete with boots and spurs. His horse even wore a mask of his own.
“Don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced,” He tips his hat towards me in a friendly greeting. “Web-Slinger, Patrick O’Hara,”
O’Hara?
I raised a curious brow at the man.
“No relation to the head honcho, though I understand the confusion,” He chuckled softly.
“You seem awfully calm with, well, everything happening around us,” I responded with a curious glint in my eyes.
“This is just a normal Monday for me back in the West,” He shook his head. “Got a name, miss?”
“Spider-Muse,” I greeted, tipping my head. “Lisa Kendrick,”
“Well then, Miss Muse, I couldn’t help but overhear,” I could hear the grin on his face as he reloaded his revolver. “You don’t want out of this fight yet, do ya?”
“No sir,” I grinned back at him.
“Well then, I propose a compromise, then,” He extended a hand down towards me. “I ride, you shoot,”
“Sounds like a plan,” I smiled, grabbing his hand.
Patrick hoisted me up to sit behind him on his horse, being mindful of my injury. Lyla appeared on my shoulder, a puzzled look on her face.
“Lisa, are you sure about this?”
“Miguel said to rest,” I reminded her with a knowing smile before I pulled my mask back down. “He just didn’t say when,”
She gasped at my proclamation, hands covering her mouth. “I’m rubbing off on you, am I?” Lyla sniffed, taking off her heart-shaped glasses to dry a tear. “I’m so proud of you,”
“Hold on tight, now, we’re going in hot!” Patrick yelled as he slapped the reins.
His horse neighed, standing up on its back legs briefly before stomping back down on all fours and made a dash towards the fight.
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Isabella swung her arm, knocking Noir straight into Miguel as the pair tumbled to the ground. Crawling on their hands and knees, the pair of Spider-Men scrambled to their feet as Isabella towered over them, sharpening her claws.
“Any last words?” She sneered.
“Only that my Miss Mary Jane is insanely prettier than you,” Noir quipped. “I wish she was the last thing I’d get to see in this Earth,”
Isabella grinned, licking her lips. “Then I’ll drop your corpse on her doorstep for you,”
The bat swung her hand back as Miguel staggered to stand in front of Noir, activating his arm blades to use as a shield to block the incoming strike. Isabella was certainly strong, Miguel had underestimated her. He wouldn’t make that mistake again, as he pushed against her with as much strength as he could muster.
“I’ve seen less uglier dogs than you,” Miguel hissed under the mask.
Isabella shrieked as she raised up her other arm as if to swat him away, But it never came as a series of web slings shot up from behind, locking on to her wrist, yanking her back. She collapsed onto her back, falling to the ground. With her large figure out of the way, Miguel and Noir could clearly see Webslinger and I riding along his horse, the both of us tugging on our web slings.
“Don’t you know Spiders are stronger together, Izzy?” I smirked.
“Lisa?!” Miguel gasped at the sight of me.
“You,” Isabella growled lowly as she turned to her stomach, her wings flapping to get her elevated back into the air.
“I wasn’t about to let you get away with knocking us down, now was I?” I raised a brow through the eyelet of my mask.
Both Webslinger and I fired another series of web slings, sticking her ankles as strings of webs stuck to the ground. They kept her chained as she flapped her wings hard to try to free herself, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t fly away.
“She’s stubborn, I like her,” Noir nodded his head with an almost approving stare as he patted Miguel’s shoulder. “You picked a good one, boss,”
Miguel was stunned, hearing what Noir said but he couldn’t keep his gaze off of me as I worked alongside Webslinger on his horse, being mindful of my injury, yet insisting on fighting. He slowly smiled. “Indeed I did,”
Webslinger guided his horse for the two of us to trail around Isabella as we regrouped with Miguel and Noir.
“What’s gonna be the rundown on this throwdown, Miguel?” Webslinger asked, casting a glance down at his leader.
Miguel narrowed his eyes, watching Isabella’s attempts to escape her webbing. He then glanced over at me, the eyelets of his mask relaxing a smidge. “Do you think you’ll be able to manage an enhancement?”
“For her?” I loosened my shoulders and arms, cracking my knuckles as I looked over at the demon. “Oh yeah, definitely,”
“We’ll keep her distracted, and get enough webbing around her,” Miguel nodded, his back muscles tense as he got into a stance.
“Widow, you be gentle and take care of Miss Muse, you understand?” Webslinger stroked his horse’s neck soothingly as Widow neighed in response.
“Thank you, Webslinger,” I smiled at the cowboy as he climbed off his horse, allowing me to scoop up more into the saddle. “Noir, this is your home. What kind of sound do you want?”
“Someone smooth, maybe with a little jazz into it, and flashy, but nothing too hard, you got me?” He rambled as he too got himself psyched up for the fight.
“I can work with that,” I grinned, nodding my head as my finger’s reached down to scroll through my playlist.
I have the perfect song in mind for the occasion.
“I’ve seen your tricks, wrench, that siren song of yours won’t stop me!” Isabella hugged, brandishing her fangs.
Miguel stepped in front of me and Widow, activating his claws and sidearm talons, his back arching low in a threatening manner. “Likely story,” He seemed to roll his eyes at her.
“One thing I have learned, Izzy, is that when you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us,” I smirked under my mask.
I pressed play.
[Lyrics: Where Have You Been by Rihanna]
“I've been everywhere, man
Looking for someone
Someone who can please me
Love me all night long~”
The three Spider-Men charged forward, swinging into action. They each took turns fighting Isabella head on or swinging around her, trying to get her stuck with more webs. It was a challenge because the talons of her claws and wings were fairly sharp, so if she angled them correctly, she could free herself from the strings.
“I've been everywhere, man
Looking for you, babe
Looking for you, babe
Searching for you, babe~”
I continued to sing as I watched the Spider-Men fight Lisa. Widow kept me a safe distance away from the fighting as he trot along, his hooves digging into the dirt with each step. He almost seemed to move along to the beat of the music.
“Where have you been?
'Cause I never see you out
Are you hiding from me, yeah?
Somewhere in the crowd!”
I held on to that last note as I fired some web slings from my wrist, my webs sticking to the assortment of webs that the guys had managed to stick around Isabella’s body. As I sang, the webs slowly began to glow in my enchanting golden hue. The light trailing up my two webs as they fluttered to the beat of the song and then spread out amongst the other webs.
I watched as Miguel carefully climbed up along Isabella’s back, making his way to her upper torso. He made sure he was towering over her, the talons of his feet digging into her back so she couldn’t throw him off.
“Get off me you bothersome pest!” Isabella snarled, her fangs gleaning in the moonlight.
Miguel snarled back at her as he grabbed his face, his talons digging into her skin as he angled her face upward, her neck straining. His mask dissolved as he growled, his red eyes flaring like a burning fire. “Mine has venom,”
He opened his mouth wide, fangs brandishing from his jaw. I remembered gasping at the sight as I watched him sink his teeth into Isabella’s neck, as the bat shrieked from the impact. Her body turned, trying to shake him off but to no avail.
As she swerved, Miguel’s body was facing towards me now, and our eyes met as he pulled back from Isabella’s neck. My throat was dry as I saw drips of Isabella’s blood and his venom, a pale clear green colour, running over his lips as he wiped it off with his hands.
Without tearing his gaze from me, he flashed me a toothy grin. I quickly found my voice again as I poured everything into the chorus.
“Where have you been
All my life? All my life?”
I watched as Miguel removed his foot talons from Isabella’s back, winking at me. He fell back effortlessly from her body, using the webs to catch himself as he crawled and jumped his way back into the ground as the music slowly became more intense.
“Where have you been all my life?
Where have you been all my life?
Where have you been all my life?”
“She’s vulnerable with my venom,” Miguel glanced around at all of us, squaring his fists. “Hit her with everything we’ve got!”
“Where have you been all my life?”
It was on sight. One by one each of us threw in a punch, a kick and a swing at Isabella as she tried to fight off both Miguel’s venom and my singing enchantment as the web continued to glow brightly to my voice. While she wasn’t as big as the Venom wolf variant, she seemed more hostile, and had some energy left in her.
Once there was enough webbing around, I gently coaxed Widow to let me slowly stand and grab on to the webbing. I climbed up, favoring my good side as I used my webs to create a quick platform. I waved my arms, staying on my good leg as I danced along to the last remnants of the break before I slammed my hand onto the platform and the golden hue began to shine brighter as I sang.
“You can have me all you want
Any way, any day~”
I looked around and locked my gaze onto Miguel, smiling at him from under my mask.
“Just show me where you are tonight~”
I placed both of my palms down on the platform, sending a surge of energy through the webbing. I rolled on my good side to lay down on my back as I continued to sing. I watched as Miguel jumped off of Isabella’s back, climbing the webs as he reached out with a delicate touch. He took my hand, his mask partially dissolving to reveal the lower half of his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss to my fingers.
“We’re almost there,” he spoke gently. “Finish it strong for me,”
I smiled at him as he swung back down to help Noir and Webslinger reinforce the webbing around the villain.
Isabella’s knees began to buckle as she collapsed, caught in a sticky cocoon.
“No, no, this— can’t end–” She mumbled softly.
“Ohh yeah-yeah
Ohh!”
I reached out, grabbing on to the webs as I slipped down, my body slivering into a bundle of webs as they cradled me like vines in a jungle
“I've been everywhere, man
Looking for someone
Someone who can please me
Love me all night long
I've been everywhere, man
Looking for you, babe
Looking for you, babe,”
I finished the last series of verses as a lullaby soothing the bat to sleep as the webbed cocoon shined brightest with my enchantment. Isabella’s body hung low as she bobbed her head down, her black eyes fluttering closed. When her quiet snores began to fill the air, I looked up towards the Spider-Men, towards Miguel, as I finished the last set of lyrics.
“Searching for you, babe~”
Spider-Noir jumped forward, examining the cocoon closely. He glanced up towards me, offering me a thumbs up before looking back down at the others. “It worked, she’s out cold!”
“Perfect, but just to be safe,” Miguel reached into his back, pulling out a disc as he tossed it to the ground at Isabella’s feet. “I’m not risking anything else,”
Noir jumped off of the cocoon as a red laser shield cage took form around the bat, caging her from the rest of the world as bits and pieces of the webbing snapped off.
I heard Widow’s soft neighing from below me as I glanced down, seeing him line up to catch me. I carefully climbed down from the webs, sliding into Widow’s saddle. I gently patted his head, stroking his hair. “Thank you, Widow,”
He snorted, shaking his head in response. A whistle caught my ear and before I could blink, Widow moved forward. He strutted towards Webslinger who was waving him closer, Miguel standing nearby. I took my mask off as we neared him, smiling at Spider-Man 2099.
“Whoa, now, Widow,” Webslinger gently coaxed Widow to slow down, brushing his muzzle with his finger tips. He glanced over towards Miguel, signaling for him to approach. “Don’t keep the lady waiting,”
Miguel’s mask dissolved as he huffed, a half smile spreading on his face as he approached the saddle. His eyes were warm, the irises reverted back to his smooth chocolate brown stare. I watched as he offered me his hand, a soft smile on his face. “Mi Mona Lisa,” - My Mona Lisa
My cheeks flushed a light shade of pink at the gesture. I reached out, taking his hand in mine as Miguel carefully helped me down from Widow. The second my feet had touched the ground, Miguel held me in his arms, tucking me close to his frame.
“I told you I’d come back,” he mumbled into my hair.
There were butterflies in my stomach as I took in his warmth, his. . . safety. I reached out, wrapping my arms around him as I hugged him tightly. “I wasn’t going to let you fight her alone, now was I?”
I could hear the smirk on his face, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “Were you always this stubborn?”
I giggled softly, resting the side of my head against his chest. “Only for you,”
Miguel pulled back, lowering his arms as he looked down at me. He looked so. . . calm.
Remembering that we had an audience, he coughed into his fist as cheeks flushed a light shade of red as he looked over towards Webslinger, issuing an order. I didn’t quite catch what it was as I was too focused on the fact that even when Miguel pulled away, he still had an arm around my shoulder, letting me lean against him.
As he chatted with Noir about the damage, having Lyla survey the area, Miguel’s fingers trailed down my side before stopping, lifting his hand as it seemed to hover above me. Our eyes met as he asked, “Sorry, uh– May I?”
I smiled softly at him, “You may,”
He smiled back as he gently placed his hand on my waist, his fingers gently rubbing against the makeshift bandage to ease the dull ache on my wound. I sighed softly, the side of my head resting just along his arm, under his shoulder.
I continued to smile as I began to wonder what would become of this. Of us after today.
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The Wishing on Space Hardware playlist (story edition) v1.0
Hmm. A touch premature, perhaps, but while my grand finale plans include a stupidly ambitious attempt to compose a playlist of songs fitted to each character I’m using as a point of view (30+!), I have collected enough IBO-feeling songs to do that for fics in the series too. Well, I did after committing to the bit and hunting down ones to fit the stragglers. We are 18 posted out of 20, so there’s a possibility I’ll revise this later. But hey! For the moment, I’m quite happy with how this came out. And if you like mixes of British folk, indie rock, Country-adjacent stuff, and Leonard Cohen, maybe you will be as well. (Special achievement: it’s not wall-to-wall Thea Gilmore songs.)
For those of you just tuning in, my post-canon Iron-Blooded Orphans series Wishing on Space Hardware can be found at Ao3 via all good web browsers (probably the bad ones too). Full spoilers for both seasons of the anime come as standard.
Arc #1: Moving on or standing still
A Handful of Rusted Petals – Embers [Skinny Lister]
Long is the distance, hard is the mile / That drags me away from our innocent smile / Where wild is the welcome, the company right / Far from the rattle and roar of the fight
I like Skinny Lister a lot and thought this fit the bittersweet themes of these vignettes rather well.
The Grandmaster – The Game [The Levellers]
The clock ticked past the final hour / Which of the men had lost? and what was the cost? / The glasses now were empty and gone / To wash away the shame, and take away the pain
While not 100% on the money, this song seems to capture the feel of the Elion vs McGillis conflict, from Elion’s side at least.
To Catch a Falling Star – Get Better [Frank Turner]
So try and get better and don't ever accept less / Take a plain black marker and write this on your chest / Draw a line underneath all of this unhappiness / Come on now, let's fix this mess / We could get better because we're not dead yet
Gender flip the lyrics and this is basically Yamagi and Shino in this fic to a T.
Fragments of You/Pieces of Me – Injuries [Skinny Lister]
On the advice of my heart I flew / Into the burning sun / And for the life of me I can’t / Find me a way to return
Because sometimes life is at once fundamentally difficult and nevertheless glorious.
Arc #2: Monsters out of the past
Let Sleeping Angels Lie – Call You Friend [Oysterband]
So many times we’ve disagreed / Don’t count the cost there’s a greater need / We sit and watch each other bleed / That’s why I call you friend
Eugene and Shino’s relationship in a nutshell.
Between Family – The Power of Unity [Masaru Yokoyama]
(With full apologies to Mr Yokoyama. I tried to come up with an actual song but using this track is much funnier. Plus, you know. Smut. I don’t tend to spend much time putting lyrics to that.)
I can picture the polyamorous numpties to this far, far too well.
The Ares Affair – Everybody Knows [Leonard Cohen]
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded / Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed / Everybody knows the war is over / Everybody knows the good guys lost
The point where WoSH swerves hard from ‘fix-it’ to ‘consequences of fixing it’.
The Haunting of Takaki Uno – Don’t Dim Your Light For Anyone [Thea Gilmore]
The world is fierce, it's hard as nails / When you do good but goodness fails / You crawl the road that others run / Don't dim your light for anyone
I find Takaki tricky to write because his voice isn’t quite as distinct as Yamagi or Ride, but I know exactly what I want to capture through him.
Arc #3: The pressure of ghosts
Frozen Sunlight – Apparition #12 [Thea Gilmore]
And I smelled the ghosts of the ashes and the orchids / I've got promises tattooed to the insides of my eyelids / And I'll be watching when the Richter reaches ten / I bled by these weapons, babe, and now I'm one of them
Two Thea Gilmore songs in a row, I know, but they have very different tones and this is on point for my interpretation of Azee.
Of Obsessions and Erotemes – A Good Song Never Dies [Saint Motel]
There was a moment, a hole opened in the sky / A chance to join their pantheon / For all the times they never heard your battle cry / Now even angels sing along
I only encountered this song recently but I can see Iverson to it, so now it’s their villain theme.
Revolution for Beginners and Polyamory for Dumbasses – Modern Way [The Kaiser Chiefs]
Hold on to the basics / But we can't change all our tactics / There's no point sitting / Going crazy on your own
Had originally penciled in ‘Truth Is’ by the Levellers for this, but I think ‘Modern Way’ is more applicable to the whole.
Under a Crescent Moon – Son of the Left Hand [Duke Special]
In dying light my shadow calls / I watch his fingers stalk the walls / And now in hollow down I stumble on / The rubble of my babylon
Goes harder than perhaps the tone of the fic strictly requires, but honestly? I think that’s probably earned by the situation.
Arc #4: Schemes and daydreams
Eugene Sevenstark and the Hesperus Treasure – Plans [Devil and the Deep Blue Sea]
And I should find / A better way to spend my time / Than spinning grand designs / Every day with you
The story dealing with coincidence and anticlimax felt like it needed something soothing as a soundtrack.
Hope Against Hope – All This And Heaven Too [Florence + The Machine]
And I would give all this and heaven too / I would give it all if only for a moment / That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see / 'Cause I've been scrawling it forever, but it never makes sense to me at all
I listened to this a lot while writing the next story in the series, but it fits Kudelia too well not to use here.
Love, Death and Cannoli – Fire and Water [The Wandering Hearts]
All love's like fire and water / I ask myself, "Should I bother?" / When you look at me with those big brown eyes / And I know what I'll do / I've tried but it's impossible / Can't keep myself away from you
The Yamagi/Shino song as far as I’m concerned.
Fata Morgana – Belgrade [Battle Tapes]
We pretend in the darkness / We pretend the night won’t steal our youth / Singing me the sweet songs of seduction / Let me be the fool, fool, fool / Who will live and die for you
There are many ways to be seduced and become a fool for others. Also I needed a banging tune for what is, broadly, a long action sequence of a fic.
Arc #5: The end of the world
We Three Kings – Bullet [Saint Motel]
You don't stop a bullet that you set into motion / You don't stop a fire when you light an explosion / So then, why would we fight it? Already ignited / Counting down, down, down, down
This story is inevitable. Or if it isn’t, the major events are underway long before our protagonists arrive. And then there’s that one-in-a-million shot...
History of a Catastrophe – Who By Fire? [Leonard Cohen, live version]
And who by brave assent, who by accident / Who in solitude, who in this mirror / Who by his lady's command, who by his own hand / Who in mortal chains, who in power / And who shall I say is calling?
More Leonard Cohen, with this particularly beautiful version of the song, for an exploration of how terrible systems warp people’s lives.
Ragnarök in G Minor – Battlegrounds [Coco and the Butterfields]
Hey, hey, what do you say when you fall down / Hey, hey, go away from battlegrounds / And I, I feel like I'm living just to stop you winning / So carry on, carry on, carry on ‘til I'm gone
It’s that third line in the chorus. That’s the fic. (Or it will be once I’ve written this monster; the document passed 1MB a couple of weeks back, ye gods.)
A Day in the Light – Something for the Pain [She Drew the Gun]
Walls for the wind / Shelter from the rain / Something for the hunger / And something for the pain
This will be the coda to the series. And I feel this song works well for the history of IBO’s setting. A summing up, if you will.
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So with RT shutting down, RWBY's fate is completely up in the air... but given Warner Bros. recent treatment of their properties, I do not have much hope. Plus I'd only continue watching if Miles and Kerry continued to be in charge, and I get the feeling that isn't going to happen. Call me cynical and I hope I'm wrong, but sadly I have to assume the worst.
It sucks. I've followed RWBY more or less from the start. Even after Monty passed, I kept watching. Even when I lost all respect for RT and stopped watching their content, I kept watching. Even when it moved to Crunchyroll and I nearly threw in the towel, I kept watching. I've followed this show for a decade from nearly the beginning to the supposed end and knowing that it's likely not going to get a proper ending because of a bunch of cooperate BS... I can't even be angry at this kind of thing anymore. I'm just disappointed.
But instead of lamenting over the what-ifs, I want to appreciate what had been. I've loved every minute of the show and watching it grow into what it had become by Volume 9. Not everyone liked it, and that's fair. I didn't love everything, but there was never a moment where I wanted to stop watching. I've spent the first ten years of my adult life following Team RWBY as they grew and discovered themselves, and in many ways, it helped me discover myself as well.
I never disliked any volume. No, not even Volume 5. It was a fun ride from beginning to end. It was amazing to see every single aspect of RWBY grow from good for a cheap web show to freakin' spectacular. The animation, the voice acting, the writing, and even the music which was utter perfection from the start only got better and better. And while I had no real interest in stuff like the comics or the Justice League crossover, the fact that they exist is just mind-blowing.
I'm still sad that this might be the end, but I guess it could have been in worse spots. Volume 9 gave me a lot of payoffs I'd been waiting on for years and ended on an open but still hopeful note for the future. It's better than if say... Volume 8 had been the end haha. Some parts will remain unresolved, but at least I can have some peace that our heroes will triumph in the end. Maybe I'm wrong and CRWBY can work something out even if not in the animated medium, but only time will tell. The biggest lesson that I've taken from the series is that despite what hardships and unexpected swerves come at you, you have to keep moving forward. That is a lesson I plan to follow through on now.
Thank you for an amazing decade RWBY. Thank you for all that you taught me. Thank you to CRWBY for making all that you did happen despite all the circumstances. Thank you Miles and Kerry for keeping the series alive and giving us an amazing series that we can always go back to. And of course thank you Monty for your creation, I hope wherever you are now you're watching on proud of what your team accomplished. Hopefully this isn't the final good-bye, but more of a see you later. I supposed we'll find out.
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Hi there! Here's some made-up fic titles:
It's Hard Being This Sexy Sometimes
Weird Web-Series Night
Weird Web-Series Night:
It’s another movie night for Rewind, Tailgate, Swerve... and a Whirl who decided to join, and won’t leave. Instead of watching some of the movies that the other two minibots were planning on, Rewind decides to pull up some Web-Series’ that he discovered not too long ago.
#Hi-my-name-is-cosmopathy#Ask game#Fic title#I couldn’t think of anything for the first one#Rewind#Asks#Answers#Anubis’s Chatter#Styx’s Chatter#Cyber’s Chatter
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The Avengers are actually Crack Addicts.
MINI SERIES
Part 1: Don’t Mess with Black Widow
Description: Peter thinks you don’t have what it takes to complete a simple dare. You decide to prove the young spider-ling wrong, which leads you both to face some tough consequences.
Pairings: Enhanced!Reader x Avengers (Platonic)
Warnings: idiocy, randomness, crack, humor, a bit of angst maybe? (barely any tho). A whole lot of spelling errors and grammar mistakes, oops.
- divider credits to @promenadewithme-graphics
You’re screwed.
You’re screwed.
You’re screwed.
You are so extremely, incredibly screwed.
You were never one to hold on to regrets, but after the stunt you just pulled your starting to feel them creeping in like the consequences of someone who was lactose intolerant. Dread filled in the pit of your stomach, and anxiety seeped through your veins.
Dammit, you had dreams, and goals you’ve been too lazy to commit to. Now—now you held no future of completing them. All because your dumb ass just had to royally piss off one of the most dangerous, most lethal, most deadly human beings on this planet.
Natasha Romanoff.
God, this was all Peters fault. This was the last time you’d involve yourself with that raunchy-ass looking Charlotte’s-web wannabe’s activities. Sure it was a dare, and who were you to pussy out on one—that’s right, never. Although, you knew you should’ve listened to your gut the moment those words left Peter’s mouth instead of allowing him to egg you on with his proclamations of calling you a “chicken”, as he proceeded to flap his wings like one whilst he waddled in a circle.
You and your damn pride.
You wheezed out a harsh exhale as you threw the door into the common room open, ignoring whoever it was in front of you and shoving them to the side roughly. Only the glimpse of the familiar logo of Midtown High gave you a hint to who it could be. You grumbled in annoyance at the sound of Peters sequels of surprise. You would deal with him later, if Nat didn’t get to you first that is.
“Move!” You screamed, side-stepping sweet little Morgan who was sat coloring at the coffee table, causing you to swiftly jump over the couch right over Tony’s head from where he sat with his daughter, as he clutched his pearls tightly to his chest. You then swerved right past Wanda who screeched in terror as she jumped into Vision’s arms as he wore a look of confusion at the madness that was occurring.
It was like you could see a hope of light up ahead, your source of freedom that lead into the parking garage and to your car that would take you far away from the compound, and hopefully to the airport to never be seen again was only a few feet away. You just needed to reach the door that led to the staircase and you would finally get your liberation at last.
“Mama ain’t dying today,” you whispered to yourself, as you ran straight towards the exit. Going as far as lunging straight towards the door.
Alas, it was all a dream because all to soon you were falling quickly and back into reality as you fell hard into a solid figure.
“What the hell!” The muffled voice of the person below you wailed, quickly shoving you to the side as they groaned in pain.
You mumbled a few curse words under your breath as you attempted to stand on shaky legs. There was no time to waste as you needed to escape fast, time was of the essence. So, with wide eyes and wobbly knees you began to speed walk like an old lady would towards the clearance section of her favorite craft store, and dashed straight to the exit.
“Whoa there,” Steve said, grabbing onto your shoulders as he attempted to steady you in place. “Where do you think you’re going? You just sumo-slammed Sam, and your walking like a new born giraffe, what’s got you in such a rush?” He questioned, concern flickering in his eyes.
You felt a rush of dizziness flutter through you as you held on to Steve’s forearms tightly. Other days you would of pretended to feel a little ill just a while longer so that you’d be able to cop a feel of his toned arms, but unfortunately Nat was on a killing spree, so you sadly made the decision to feel up Captain America another time when your schedule was clear.
Steve on the other hand, was concerned. Your crazy eyes and the way you tightened your grip on his arms freaked him out tremendously. Slowly he began to hold you at arms length, reminding himself just how feral you can really be sometimes.
The corners of your lips twitched in amusement as you tried not to cackle at Steve’s facial expression. Preventing your death by a short red-headed assassin was number one on your to-list at the moment, and you were reminded that there was simply no time to waste. You needed to run, and you needed to leave now. Slapping away Steve’s grubby hands that did well to help you stay balanced, you began waddling away towards the exit.
Before you could take another step forward Steve grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you around to face him once again.
“Y/n, you cannot just barge into the common room and push and shove your way through, wrestle-mania Sam into the ground, and then hobble away like an old lady as if you didn’t just abuse us with your cane. Now, what is the meaning of all this?” Steve demanded, his Captain America voice slipping past those luscious lips of his. Why do men get everything, and they don’t even deserve it.
You huffed in annoyance, as your heart continued to beat erratically. Your eyes darted back and forth all around the room as you looked for the one person who was missing from this equation. Knowing Steve, he was too stubborn to let you off the hook without an explanation, so with a swollen forehead and blurry eyes you began to give him the spark notes.
“Look, I can’t really go into detail right now because my life is quite literally on the line-,” Steve only rolled his eyes at your exaggeration because this wasn’t the first time you’ve said this exact phrase before.
“-but I may have tinkered with Nat’s hair products, and she may, or may not resemble something similar to Morgan’s drawings.”
As if on queue, everyone’s head turned towards Morgan’s drawings that were sprawled all along the coffee table. Watching in curiosity as she drew a bunch of scribbled hearts around other shapes that were unidentifiable.
“Not that one,” Y/n said, wincing slightly as you redirected them. “The one to the left.”
There on the coffee table laid a masterpiece (Tony’s words, no one else’s) of assorted colors, and shapes. A colorful kaleidoscope that was supposed to resemble Lucky, the Barton’s new dog designed in a way that was completely unrecognizable. He was a “rainbow unicorn puppy” (Morgan’s words, not her’s). Y/n could now admit that Morgan really was like Picasso in a sense, because she was certainly inspired to create her own disaster of a masterpiece as well.
Peter and Sam cackled loudly in the background as they both leaned on the back of the couch to hold themselves up. Struggling to breathe as they could only wonder what the damage could be to Nat’s hair.
Tony, who was sat near Morgan on the floor only smirked as he shook his head in amusement along with Wanda and Vision.
Poor Steve only pinched the bridge of his nose as he muttered a not so discreet “why me?”, all while shaking his head in disappointment.
You huffed in annoyance as you brought your attention back to Steve, impatiently waiting for him to dismiss you. “Now I don’t know what the fuc-”
“Language!” You only rolled your eyes as he continued to glare down at you in disappointment.
“Seriously? You watched me kill someone like, yesterday.”
“A little murder is no excuse to start talking inappropriately in front of a child,” he stated, flickering his eyes towards Morgan who quietly sang to herself, stuck in her own little world.
“Speaking of murder,” It was a voice like silk velvet, a smooth and delicate sound that rung in Y/n’s ears. It was a voice so dangerously beautiful that the melody of it alone could pierce through a terrified soul, and strike at it so easily, ending it once and for all.
Gulping, Y/n turned around slowly as she clenched her fists tightly to her sides. Her bottom lip quivered in fear as she took in the image that was Natasha Romanoff herself.
“I cant believe you actually did it!” Peter screeched, his eyes were wide in mirth as he let his gaze travel all over Nat’s menacing figure.
Her once ruby red hair that shined bright when hit by the sun just right was nothing but a muddy mess of prismatic hues. You couldn’t tell where the neon green started, and where the lavender strands ended. The collar of her shirt was soaked by the tips of her hair that were still wet from the shower she hurried out of once she realized her predicament.
As the others muffled their chuckles behind the palms of their hands, Sam and Peter decided to risk their own lives and explode with laughter right behind her. Nat stood in front of Y/n lighting her up like a fire to a puddle of gasoline with the glare she was producing. A look so intimidating that it could send even the devil back into the depths of hell all while he shivered in his boots begging for forgiveness.
Y/n believed herself to be a strong willed individual. Someone of great strength and certainly not shy from the bloodshed that came with being an enhanced being. In all her life, and with all that she has encountered; whether that be the torture of those scientist that injected some sort of fluid into her veins day in and day out with chemicals upon chemicals until she was nothing but bruised and bloodied, and from side effects that ranged between night sweats to the voices that spoke through her mind whispering words and secrets that made her wish she could turn it all off, nothing in this world; Alien, nor God could terrify her more than Natasha herself.
See Natasha wan’t the type to get revenge, no--she was the type to make sure she got even.
That was one thing she made sure to promise even her worst enemies, and Y/n knew then and there that Nat would make sure she would prevail in her mission.
****
“Why is he making those sounds?” Vision questioned, staring intently at the salty tear drops that leaked from Sam’s eyes from his view on the couch right beside Wanda and the others.
“It’s called crying, Vis,” Wanda said, letting out a small giggle that was muffled by the palm of her hand.
“What does ‘crying’ mean?” Vision asked, his android-looking-doe eyes gazing questionably at the red-headed Scarlet Witch.
“It’s how humans express their emotions; such as distress, sadness, and even joy.” Wanda said, smiling lovingly up at Vision as she reached for his hand to squeeze.
Vision smiled, satisfied with the information on humans that he was obtaining. Moving his gaze back towards the three delinquents (Steve’s words) that were subjected to Natasha’s wrath, he cocked his head to the side as he gazed back down at Sam who was sat on the floor of the common room in front of him.
“That is very...interesting.” He stated, “how do we make it stop?”
Sam only glared back at vision with puffy eyes as snot began to dribble down and out his nose.
“I don’t understand why you’re doing this to me, Y/n was the one who did the prank on you, not me!” Sam whined as he proceeded to be held down by Nat as she forcibly shaved his head with the buzzing razor that was clutched in her fist tightly.
The other two idiots who began this whole escapade were currently tied from top to bottom in a strong wire that Nat had produced out of nowhere after she cornered Y/n in the kitchen. Which wasn’t as easy as she anticipated because she had to chase her for another fifty minutes before finally lunging at her when she tripped on air.
Peter and Sam were to busy laughing their asses off to see Nat drag Y/n into the middle of the living room with a devious smile on her face. Y/n sat there with a defeated look and her chin against her chest as she finally came to terms with her consequences. Eventually Nat was able to sneak up behind both Peter and Sam and grab them by the ears and hold them down as they screamed in panic. She then began flipping a coin to determine who would be the first to get their hair shaved off completely as payment. All while the rest of the Avengers began taking their seats to enjoy the show, even passing along some drinks and snacks that Tony went to grab for them as Morgan sat on his lap sipping on a cherry flavored juice box.
“I know I should be scared for my life right now, but surprisingly I’m pretty calm. I was actually debating shaving my head earlier to be honest.” Peter said, as he sat criss-cross-applesauce with his arms zip-tied behind his back as he watched Nat struggle a bit to hold Sam down.
“That’s because you were having another breakdown Pete. It happens when you have crippling anxiety,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes at her best friend. It wasn’t the first time he debated doing it before either. Peter only shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head in agreement as he muttered a small ‘true’.
Y/n sighed heavily as she watched Sam scream at his own reflection in the mirror that was hung against the hallway wall. Nat only smiled evilly as she grabbed Y/n and dragged her to the center of the room.
“Please Nat, you don’t have to do this. You can always dye your hair back, this—this is permanent.”
“Don’t be dramatic, it’ll grow back,” Tony said, as he crunched loudly on his popcorn, smirk evident behind buttery lips. Y/n glared at the man in front of her as she felt Nat pull her hair loose front the bun it was in.
“The only thing I can give you Y/n, is my undying hatred at this very moment.” Nat whispered in her ear, causing everyone to shiver slightly in their seats.
Peter let out a small squeak of fear at Natasha's words, his eyes were wide as he finally registered the part he played in all this.
“I think I just peed a little.”
#the avengers#crack fic#enhanced!reader x avengers#fluff#marvel#humor#found family#these guys are idiots fr#fic#tom holland#peterparker#steve rogers#tony stark#wanda maximoff#vision#natasha romanoff#pranks#Masterlist#The Avengers are actually Crack Addicts#Part 1: Don’t Mess with Black Widow
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hi there! i introduced myself ages ago but i figured new year, new attempts to connect with the writeblr community. my name’s olly, i'm 18, and i'm usually a horror writer, but i've taken an abrupt swerve into sci fi. i'm doing a ba in liberal arts, and i watch too many movies in my spare time.
i focus on themes of gender and society, monstrousness, what makes a person cruel, religion, prophets, communism and, most importantly of all, cannibalism.
if you're a writeblr who enjoys:
gross women doing gross shit
gratuitous gore and dark comedy levels of violence
dark sci fi, cyberpunk, dieselpunk, noir, lgbt+ horror
stories about fucked up familial structures
nuns
transhumanism and body horror
and more!
i'm very interested in making writer friends, beta reading, sharing extracts and all that.
the directory
the directory goes as follows:
[novella, completed] red sky at morning: a woman is forced to give birth to the antichrist in a post apocalyptic mormon community.
[anthology, completed needs editing] violets, violence: the bloody mouths collection: a short story collection revolving around the image of a bloody mouth, featuring homoerotic finger consumption, a woman's last day on death row, and a copious amount of revenge.
[abandoned] maggots are your bed: a short-lived novel about a group of nuns trying to survive the zombie apocalypse.
[novel or potential series, outlining] the frontiersman: an android private detective, her girlfriend, a veteran/femme fatale, and an amnesiac find themselves tangled in a web of intergalactic corporate conspiracy.
tags for all of the above can be found below.
#sci fi writeblr#writeblr#am writing#writeblr intro#writing#horror writeblr#olly's writings#wip: the frontiersman#maggots wip#violets violence#oc: eli gessler#oc: polaris nguyen#oc: vee rush#oc: jeannette gulch#oc: sasha bohannon lennox#oc: eleanor bohannon lennox
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might as well make a post about my OCs
the basic idea is that each one is sort of a mix of a few different horror movies, and focuses on a horror trope I like. I originally came up with these guys with the idea that I would just.... magically be able to make a game even though I can’t draw worth shit.
The Slasher: Terrence Walker
Inspirations: Halloween, Friday The 13th, My Bloody Valentine, anything with a big guy in a mask with a weapon stalking a bunch of people.
Appearance: HEFTY McLARGEHUGE. Tall, beefy, nasty drowned-corpse skin, no hair. Has a metal mask locked on his head that can’t be removed. Wears a khakhi prison jumpsuit and shackles. (the dick on this man is insane)
Bio: Imprisoned for a series of murders and subjected to an experimental form of psychological punishment at a remote penitentiary in which all inmates and staff must wear masks unless they’re in private. No mirrors in the facility. The complete lack of all human contact is supposed to inspire true penitence and reform even the most hardened criminals, but it simply gave Terrence and extreme aversion to human faces. Eventually the facility was shut down for ethics violations and all inmates were to be transferred to other prisons. Terrence managed to break free from his restraints and overpower the driver of the transport van, but ended up swerving off down an embankment and into a lake. His body was never found...
Other: His signature weapon is a 20 pound sledgehammer :^) he’s fond of bludgeoning and facial mutilation. You can get him to fuck you if you want but keep in mind he is a rotting corpse.
The Off-Grid Cannibal: Jacob Potter
Inspirations: Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Deliverance, We Are What We Are, honestly take your pick of cannibal/backwoods psycho movies except for Silence Of The Lambs
Appearance: Thick and stocky, very weathered and scarred skin. Dirty blonde hair and beard, both long and rather unkempt. Heterochromia-- one eye is green, the other is blue. Wears very rugged, practical clothes-- but they’re clearly old and worn, and not always the right size.
Bio: Unknown past. He’s not keen to talk about it. He doesn’t like people. Lives alone in a cabin in the woods, entirely off the grid and without modern comforts or technology. Hunts, traps, fishes, and forages. Humans are just another prey animal-- albeit a rare treat that he doesn’t allow himself to pursue too often. The circumstances and timing have to be just right. He has a preference for people roughly his own size and with some survival skills.
Other: IN MY DEFENSE OF THIS CHARACTER, I CAME UP WITH HIM LONG BEFORE TPOF WAS A THING. I may end up reworking him at some point because he's a little too similar to Mason.
The Creep: James Carson
Inspirations: yandere animes lol
Appearance: Pale, greasy, malnourished little rat man. Stringy brown hair, shockingly bright blue eyes, short, chewed-up fingernails. Bad hygiene. Smells bad. Lives in hoodies and sweatpants.
Bio: Believes WAY too much in dream symbolism. Completely delusional. He saw you once and then had a dream that you were married and had a whole life together, and now he believes you are his soulmate and that you MUST have had the same prophetic dream, because you’re CONNECTED. You are NOT the first person this has happened with, but he believes that you’re the same person reincarnated over and over. Someday, he’s sure you’ll remember that you’re meant to be together.
Other: I love him a lot, i love pathetic men so much
The Master: Simon Boucher
Inspirations: Hostel, The Silence Of The Lambs, the “dollmaker” deep web urban legend
Appearance: Very conventionally attractive. Black hair, olive skin, rich brown eyes. He’s fit but not overly muscular, but he’s stronger than he looks. Very well-dressed in expensive clothes.
Bio: He presents himself as a sugar daddy. He calls it “Pretty Woman Syndrome,” like the movie. Likes to go to shitty clubs, find someone who catches his eye, and then convince them to go out for a date with him to someplace MUCH fancier. He’s got a natural magnetism that makes it hard to say no. But they’ll wake up in chains, in an unfamiliar room, and from there the nightmare has only begun. He’s a trainer and seller of very high-quality human pets and toys for wealthy individuals all over the world. Whether you become a pet or a toy is up to how obedient you are or how well you can be broken. If you’re too strong-willed, you will lose everything. Arms. Legs. Sight. Hearing. Voice. Teeth. Only the absolutely necessary parts will remain. It’s in your best interest to behave, or escape.
Other: Pets are worth much more than toys, so he will give you every chance to be good for him before he gives up and modifies you. If he REALLY likes you, you may become one of his own personal pets :)
The Pure Sadist: Gabriel Mason
Inspirations: Hellraiser, Smoothie from Happy!, Martyrs
Appearance: Like a cherub. Very soft features. Round face, sun-kissed skin, curly golden-blonde hair, cheek dimples, the works. The only thing wrong with him is his eyes. Pitch black irises, and he’s never really looking AT you, but THROUGH you. Wears glasses, typically dresses in slacks and sweatervests.
Bio: Despite his somewhat unnerving eyes, he’s very pleasant. Polite, kind, soft-spoken. Likes to read-- mostly horror. No real rhyme or reason to how he picks his victims. Nothing matters but their ability to bleed and feel pain. He has an elaborately locked and hidden bunker in a remote location. Every tool he could possibly need at his fingertips, a supply of interesting drugs and chemicals, water and non-perishable food. Everything is sterile and spotless. He will keep you alive as long as your body holds up, and do everything in his power to prolong your life. Your pain and suffering is his greatest pleasure, but he will continue even after your mind breaks and you stop responding. From then on, it’s more of a hobby, just testing the limits of physical endurance until the damage is too great to recover from and you die.
Other: He has no genitals. He removed them himself-- he didn’t need or want them.
#OC stuff#murder OCs#Terrence Walker#Jacob Potter#James Carson#Simon Boucher#Gabriel Mason#LONG POST
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Hey guys, I decided to watch Jumanji: Next Level again and I just noticed something.
Is it me or does the woman on the left look like Sharon Belle 🤔
#jumanji next level#jumanji 2#Sharon Belle#Jupiter's Legacy#carmilla webseries#Carmilla Movie#Swerve Web Series#Swift and Loose#Random tags#xena warrior princess#supergirl#wynonna earp#xena#Danny Lawrence#Dwayne Johnson#Kevin Hart#Jack Black#Karen Gillan#Danny DeVito#Danny Glover
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From a Different Perspective; Elise (Swerve)
A/N: Twice in a week, holy crap that's new, even for me. I think? I was inspired to write this by the song "Afterlife by Hailee Steinfeld" try listening to the song if you haven't heard about it yet. It really brings out that wlw spirit.
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Laying in bed Elise can't help but think about the guilt consuming her from the inside out. The 'swerve' came up again, and she wanted to go- somewhere, anywhere, to explore and to search. For anything and everything.
But she can't just leave. She's got Y/N now, and she loves the woman with every atom of herself. So she lies still beside her significant other in the middle of the night, with a thousand thoughts racing past her mind.
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Y/N sits beside a woman who's spirit reminded her of an eagle. Untamable, free, and wild all in the good ways. She knows Elise has been getting restless once more, and she knows that the redhead is holding back because of her. So she stands here about to do the best thing for her eagle.
"Hey, can we pause the movie for a sec?" Elise grabs the remote and hits pause, then turns to her to ask what's wrong "I know you've come across another swerve and that you've pulled over to try and 'wait' for me. But you don't have to. I know you want to do this alone, to search and explore with yourself." she smiles as Elise opens her mouth to try explaining herself.
"Hit the gas Elise, don't bother waiting for me to get in with you. We're both different people and I'm not the type to deviate from my own lane. Get out there and see the world from a different perspective, you can pack up whenever you want and you can go whenever you feel like it but for tonight? Rest. You're gonna need as much as you can get."
Y/N tries to draw in a breath as her girlfriend pulls her into a hug so tight she can feel her ribs crushing her lungs. Thanking her profusely for her action and decision.
When Elise lets go, all Y/N can think about is if their futures are really meant to come together, then they'll see each other once more down the road.
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Does anyone have any show recs??? Like anything At All (apart from anime or anything animated)
#If I get stuck I might re watch carmilla or coupleish#I’m also looking at swerve the web series because it stars Sharon Belle and it’s Sharon Belle sooo
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believe in something | b. wayne (batman) [2]
pairing - bruce wayne (batman) x widow! reader
synopsis - in which the bat finds himself intrigued by the spider
warnings - violence, descriptions of murder, past abuse, minor character death etc.
notes - thank you guys so much for all the love and support on the first part of this, i was not expecting the amount of feedback i got and i am beyond appreciative of the encouragement to continue this series. enjoy x
PART ONE SERIES MASTERLIST
"So, what brought the big bad bat out of his cave and into my neck of the woods." Oswald laughed slapping his hands on his thighs with renewed joy. You stood silent, eyes trained ahead as the Bat stood across from you. His jaw was tense, fists twitchy at his side as if to refrain from punching the living lights out of the penguin. You couldn't deny you shared the same sentiment.
"I'm not here for pleasantries, Oz." Batman spoke up, his voice low but gruff all the same. You couldn't help but trace your eyes over him with interest, as he produced a handful of photos, sliding them across the table for Oswald to inspect. Don Mitchell Jr. with his arm clad around a young blonde beauty was seen in front of the iceberg lounge, the girl covering her face in vain as her features were highlighted in the night. To their left, Oswald was seen, head turned in the opposite direction.
Annika.
You kept your features stoic as you made a mental note to notify Selina of the recent events and advise her to get on an earlier flight if she wanted to keep things on the down low.
"Who is she?" Batman demanded, eyes shadowed by the dim lighting of the room and what you made out to be some sort of grease paint.
Oswald studied the pictures a moment longer before he tossed the film back on the table, the action causing them to fan out across the mahogany.
"Look, I may have been coming out at the same time as them but the truth of the matter is, I keep my nose out of business that has nothin' to do with me." Oz shrugged and by the tick in the Bat's jaw you could tell this answer displeased him.
With a barely contained grunt Batman snatched Oz by the collar, pushing him into the glass with a force that caused a web of cracks to spread.
In an instant you had your gun removed and pressed into the back of the Bat's cape, your hands steady and eyes narrowed.
At your move, Oswald held up a hand as the Bat subtly tensed under your ministrations. At the silent order you reluctantly let your hand drop as you awaited the Bat's next moves.
"It's okay Cupcake, Vengeance here just needs a little chat. Give us a minute." You looked between the two one last time, sending a warning glance to the Bat before you left the room without a word.
You had a call to make.
"Your heartbeat is loud. You're nervous, it shows in your moves."
You tensed, eyes drifting to the pristine white floors where an unfamiliar girl stared back.
"M'sorry." You muttered as the man circled you, eyes haunted with memories he could not place, ledger's that would remain unclean.
Winter Soldier. They called him. He was cold as he was unmoving. He did not hesitate when it came to a mission. He did not allow any mistakes. You would admire his dedication if it meant anything other than death.
Hesitation will get you killed, маленький." You swallowed, eyes slowly lifting to meet his. An ice cold blue settling in your bones, leaving you with a chill you could not remedy.
"Hey, Hon. You heading home?"
"Selina." You greeted softly, adjusting your earpiece as you swerved through traffic. Lights decorating your form as you become one with the night.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Selina immediately grew concerned at your distant tone and you hefted a sigh as you realized you would have to be the one to break the news.
"You and Annika need to leave Gotham, Sel." You ripped the bandaid off quickly, cursing as a car nearly clipped you in your distraction.
"Shit. They know about Anni, don't they?" Selina sweared and you could hear a few distant meows in the background as she moved around.
"The Bat had pictures of her and the mayor, showed up at the club today looking for answers. It's only a matter of time before the press catches on." You affirmed. Selina didn't say anything for a minute, but a shuffle and a sniffle let you know she was still on the line and you felt a frown form as you knew just how much Annika meant to Selina.
"She's just a kid, angel." Selina told you and you smiled at the nickname she had adorned you with.
"I know. But we'll figure something out, I just need you to be safe okay? Grab what you both will need and I'll meet you at the apartment." You told her. A beep was heard, indicating the call had been disconnected and you sighed as you turned off the earpiece, smoothly speeding through traffic as your apartment came into view.
Rain had begun to pour, the water sending a chill in your bones as your hair stuck to your skin, your coat doing little to protect you against the harsh weather.
You parked your bike, climbing off it with a flourish as you took your helmet off and settled it under your arm.
As soon as you entered your apartment you heard the murmurs of the television and muffled sobbing and you immediately shrugged your jacket off, your helmet being carelessly tossed on the counter.
You entered the kitchen to see Annika sobbing into her palms, her figure trembling with fear as mascara trickled down her cheeks in despair. Selina cradled her face in her hands as she tried to calm the blonde down, to no avail. One look at the TV screen made it easy to fit the puzzle pieces together and you clenched your jaw as your assumptions were proven correct. The press had found out about Annika and Don Mitchell's affair and they were having a field day with the exposé.
"Sel." You announced your presence softly as the brown skinned woman turned to look at you, eyes dampened with frustration.
"Hey." She nodded as she stood to greet you, her nails raking down your arm gently, sending a pleased shiver up your spine.
"Did you get everything?" You asked her as you nodded to the girl who stared into space, eyes swollen with fatigue.
"Yeah, except the bastard took her passport so we don't have many places to hide." Selina griped, hands running through her short hair in stress.
You bit your lip in contemplation as you hummed, before you carefully moved past the woman and lowered yourself to be in front of Annika who turned her wide eyes to you.
"Anni, love, I need you to tell me where your passport is so I can get it for you. Do you remember?" You prodded gently. She stayed quiet for a second, turning trusting eyes to the woman behind you who nodded softly. Her eyes met yours again and she nodded, sitting up with a newfound courage.
"There's a fake picture in his office, he keeps things hidden behind it. B-but there's a combination lock on it." She hesitated.
You nodded, expecting such before you stood up and faced Selina who watched your expression carefully.
"I'm going to get it." You stated.
"No-" Selina started but you held a hand up, face set with determination.
"I need to Sel. You need to stay here and look after her and I will be back shortly. The longer we stall, the less time you have to get out of here." You tell her.
She nods reluctantly knowing this is an argument she will not win.
You walk into your room and set for your closet, yanking on the rusted chain connected to your lightbulb as you open the chest hidden in your closet.
An unmistakable black suit with an hourglass shape in the belt lies there, dusted with tainted memories and years of regret. You pull it from the box and run your fingers down the material. Questioning if you were really doing this.
A second passes and you sigh standing from the bed you begin to strip, sliding into the material that hugs you like a second skin. You grab a few extra widow bites and slip them into the side of your belt as backup.
Satisfied with what you have, you slip the window open and jump from the fire escape landing on your feet with a quiet thump.
As you rev up your bike and set out for the former mayor's estate you fail to notice the figure trailing you.
Gotham streets are abandoned at this late hour and you thank the heavens that you are able to avoid any unwanted ears and eyes as you lower yourself into the office of the former mayor.
Your steps are light and quiet as you practically glide across the wood floors towards the large painting that looks too odd against the rest of the decor. It was quite obvious that the mayor was not big on subtlety.
Your gloved hands trace the frame of the picture with nimble fingers as you locate a latch that allows you to slide the picture upwards to reveal a combination lock. You hold back a snort at the display. It was child's play compared to the rigorous locks you had underwent in the red room.
Laying out the kit you snagged from Selina you set to work on the combination, easily opening the latch and locating the passport placed there.
Just as your fingertips touch it, you sense a presence behind you and you turn.
"That's a neat party trick."
You narrow your eyes at the Bat as your hand slides behind you to nick the passport.
In a blink, you leap for the Bat, swiping his legs out from under him. He's quick to anticipate this move, and snatches your leg bringing it down and causing you to lose your balance. Not in the particular mood for the Bat you flip onto his shoulders and use your thighs to bring him down. Before he can get back up you grab the passport and run for the exit, not expecting his quick recovery.
You exhale as you're spun around roughly, the Bat snatching the booklet from your grasp and flipping the pages open to study the contents. His eyes narrow and you know he's made the connection.
"Annika Kosolov, twenty three. She was manipulated by the mayor so you killed him for revenge-"
You snatch the book from his palms, pushing the Bat back who stumbles in surprise, not expecting the shove.
"Shut your damn mouth, Bat. You don't know anything about the situation. I didn't kill the mayor." You scoff.
Before you could speak more you listen as a door closes footsteps sounding in the foyer. A hand grasps yours and you find yourself pressed on the opposite side of the wall, Batman's hand on your waist sending an unfamiliar tingle up your spine as the heat from his hand radiates through the glove, nearly searing into your skin.
"Shhh." He whispers as you fidget in his grasp, his hand covering your mouth.
You still as you wait for the officer to leave, your heart beating steadily despite your position.
A hum registers from the officer as he sweeps the room before he leaves with a quiet click of the door. You elbow the Bat away from you as you dust off your uniform eyebrows drawn in displeasure at his constant interference.
"Why are you here?" Batman questions, a demanding tilt to his voice. You roll your eyes as you cross your arms in defiance.
"Look Bat, I didn't have anything to do with the murder of the mayor okay? I'm just a friend helping another friend out." You wiggle the passport for emphasis.
The Bat hums but steps closer, his presence casting a shadow over you.
"She seemed pretty upset earlier, any idea why?" Your brows furrow at how he could know this, when it clicked. Biting back a growl you punch him in the arm as he wheezes in pain at the force, eyes falling to yours.
"Spy on me again Bats, and I'll make those circles under your eyes permanent."
He wisely kept his mouth shut yet you see a twinkle of amusement in his eyes that fades before you can call him on it.
"Whatever she knows has her spooked enough to not tell Selina. Sel tells me everything." You relent after a beat of silence passes.
You turn to leave when a firm hand grabs your forearm gently.
"Then let's go talk to her." He advised.
"Sir, we located the widow."
Light flickered from the screen, reflecting onto yellowed teeth and wrinkled eyes that squinted as a crooked grin formed.
"Good work Nikolai, your services are no longer required."
"Sir?-"
A choked gasp echoed in the room as a body slid to the floor, eyes open in fear as blood trickled steadily from the hole decorating his forehead.
A sigh escaped the man as he turned back to the screen, ballet slippers effortlessly moving in sync as the widows loaded bullets into their targets. His eyes focused on one in particular as he smiled widely, tracing the image with his finger.
"We shall be reunited soon."
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#graysonshaven#bruce wayne x female reader#batman x fem!reader#battinson#robert pattinson batman#believe in something series#black widow reader insert#black widow#assasin reader
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Commentary with Sharon Belle
You miss Swift & Loose already? Me too! That's why over the next few weeks we're posting a bunch of S&L extra content videos, kicking off with Sharon Belle and Maree Railton sitting down to chat about the first ever episode. Highlights include Sharon blowing her nose, Sharon's mic cutting out, and everyone constantly interrupting each other due to Skype lag. ENJOY!
#swift and loose#mystery#Web series#animation#sharon belle#carmilla#swerve#behind the scenes#reactions#maree railton#railtoons#swiftandloose#harley swift#dvd commentary
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Date with Destiny- Teen Titans x Aquagirl!Reader
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Summary: you guessed it bitches its the prom episode with everyone's fav guy Robin (S2 Ep6)
Pairings: Robin!Dick grayson x reader
Word count: 4218
A/N: hey yall I love writing for this series bfgkfhg so if you want my inbox is always open to request!!! love yallll~
Nights in Jump City are the worst time of the day; the sun is long gone and the wind constantly bites at your skin. But it depends on what you're doing to decide whether you like it or not. Sometimes it’s not as bad; that’s when you’re hanging out with your friends, maybe going to a carnival or out partying all night. Sometimes it’s worse, like you being forced to chase after some villain who decided to only operate AT NIGHT. Unfortunately, the latter is true for you tonight.
You slump over in the backseat of the T-Car while Cyborg and Raven sit attentively at the front.
“Why can’t I sit in the front?” you whine, staring at the two Titan’s heads.
“Because I’m the only one that knows how to drive this car and Raven needs to use her telekinesis so we dont die!” Cyborg yells, focusing on the target, who happens to be a guy with a spider for his head that stole a bunch of jewelry.
You groaned and poked your head out the window. Starfire and Beast Boy were up in the air, Robin close by on his motorbike, and you were all chasing the half-arachnid. You stretched out of the vehicle and made punching movements at the criminal, ocean water from the bay twisting over towards him, mimicking your movements. The jets of water just barely nicked him before crashing into the sides of buildings, the teenage spider continuing to scuttle across the city.
You turn your attention back towards the road as the spider guy created a webbed barrier in front of Cyborg’s car and Robin’s motorcycle. You and Cyborg gasp, but Raven calmly holds her hand up towards the road. It cracks, creating a ramp for the four of you to jump over the webs with.
After making the jump, the half spider looks at the car. He shoots webs at you, and its splats on the car windshield.
“I can’t see!” Cyborg yells, swerving the car over to the side. You lurch forward as you finally come to a stop, thankful that Cyborg had installed heavy duty seat belts.
“I don’t see why you can’t let me drive,” you mumbled, stumbling out of the car. You aimed your hands towards the car and a jet of water sprung out from a fire hydrant, cleaning the silk from the windshield.
“I already said it, I’m the only one who knows the inner workings of the T-car! Besides, you don’t even have your license.” Cyborg said, stepping out of the car calmer than before.
“I do too!- You know what, we’ll talk about this later. Right now we need to find the others.” You say, taking in your surroundings. Then out of nowhere, Beast Boy popped out from behind the car.
“Uh hey guys! Kinda got lost back there!” he grins, dusting off silk strands from his arms.
“I’m going after them!” you tell the other Titans, sprinting off into the direction Robin and Starfire went. You flick your wrist as you run and water from the fire hydrant trickles out and forms a wave that you could ride on, like an aquatic skateboard.
You catch up to the two as Starfire gets shot down by the spider teen’s webbing. You make eye contact as you pass her, unsure whether to help her free.
“Just go!” she yells, already beginning to rip the webs thanks to her brute strength. You nod and race forwards to catch up with Robin. You find his abandoned motorbike and look up to see him chasing after the villain using his grappling hook. I’m trying to help him, but I can barely catch up to him, you grumble as you will the water to shoot you into the air, almost like a hydro-cannon. You bounce from roof to roof, inching closer to the Boy Wonder and his pursuit with the villain.
You were right under Robin when the spider-guy shoots some type of laser at him. Suddenly, he freezes up, and begins to fall, knocking you down with him.
“C-can’t… move,” he grunts, on top of you in mid air.
“YEAH NO SHIT” you yell, still stuck under him. Ok ok, options… you think, time seems to slow down around you. I can’t make a geyser because that’d take too long. I like Robin but not enough to break his fall, hmm…
You notice the grappling hook in his belt. You yank it out and shoot it at the wall you just fell from, wrapping your other arm around Robin. Your arm feels like it was about to fall out of its socket as you abruptly stop, hanging in mid air with Robin safely in your grasp. Starfire catches up with you, having broken free from the webbed trap. She helps you down and brings you to where Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Raven stood.
“He is okay?” Starfire asks, holding Robin in place while you catch your breath.
“He will be. The venom’s effect is only temporary.” Cyborg says, examining the Boy Wonder, who was still frozen in a climbing position.
“Getting away...we have to...go after him!” Robin musters, but almost falls over doing so.
“You mean, we have to go after him,” Raven corrects him.
“Yeah, you gotta wait until that stuff wears off,” you say, knocking on his frozen arm to prove your point.
“But-” Robin begins, but Beast Boy cuts him off.
“Dude, we can handle it. The guy's got a spider for a head. Not like he's gonna be hard to find.” he said. Robin didn’t say anything, which was code for a reluctant agreement. Cyborg, Raven, and Beast Boy agreed that they would go after the spider thief, while you, Robin and Starfire return to the Tower to get Robin sorted out.
Later at the Tower, you watched in utter horror and amusement as Starfire shook Robin while holding his feet. He hung upside down, making random yelps of pain as she did… whatever she was doing.
“Um Starfire?” you say. “You know I have healing powers… I could just heal him if we need to.”
“Nonsense Aquagirl!” she chirped as Robin groaned. “There are few problems that Tamaranean acupressure will not solve. Don’t you feel better Robin?”
“Uhhh yeah, thanks.” he said, getting back up to standing position. “Now we can focus on our other issue.” He pulls out his T-communicator.
“Titans! Any luck on finding our jewel thief?”
“We found something worse,” you hear Raven’s voice from the communicator. A live cam of the scene pops up on the living room TV screen. They were at the bridge near Jump City’s Bay; hundreds of cars pass there per minute. You noticed something was near the bridge cables, and upon closer inspection, you realized that it was thousands of moths gnawing at the bridge support. As more cables broke, the bridge grew more and more unstable, cars beginning to slide around.
“Titans go!” you hear Cyborg say, and the three of them run towards the giant cloud of bugs. Unfortunately, they were no match and could barely put a dent in the population.
“Uh, we’re gonna need backup.” Cyborg says to the communicator. You were already out of your chair and adjusting your wrist gauntlets.
“We’re on our way,” Robin says, the three of you making your way to the door. But a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.
“Don't bother. Even if you defeat a few of my children, you won't be able to stop me from releasing the entire swarm.” the villain you recognized as Killer Moth said, his face appearing on the screen. “Unless you want your city reduced to a moth-eaten wasteland, you'll do exactly as I say.”
“What do you want?’ Robin asked, brows furrowed.
“My demands are simple. The city will declare me ruler, the Teen Titans will surrender, and Robin…” he starts. You flinched at the mention of the Boy Wonder’s name. What could he want to do with Robin? To step down as a hero? Admit defeat? Reveal his identity???
“... will take this lovely young lady to her junior prom.”
Huh?
“Hi Robbie-Poo!” said a girl who appeared on the screen next to Killer Moth. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, was wearing pink pajamas, and although you had just met her, you could already tell that she was a bitch.
“Um… What was that last part again?” he asked, clearly not expecting that demand.
“Um Robin?” you ask. “Who’s this girl and why’d she call you… er, you know.”
“Her name is Kitten,” Killer Moth gloats. “And you will take her to prom.”
“This prom is the matter of a duel, yes?” Starfire asked, not very assimilated in American culture. “Robin eagerly accepts!”
“It’s not a duel, Star. It’s a date.” Robin patiently corrects her.
“Oh”
“Robin! You can’t do this!” you say, looking at him through his masked eyes. “Isn’t that right Starfire?”
“Oh yes!” she agrees. “You mustn't accept!”
“We’re gonna need a minute,” Robin sighs, pulling the two of you away from the center of the room. You stare at him, arms crossed.
“This is so stupid.” you begin. “What kind of villain makes a superhero go on a date with some girl? And what kind of parent names their child Kitten? There’s no way you’re actually going to go to a dance with some random chick!”
Robin doesn’t say anything about your comments, but opens his T-communicator again,
“Cyborg, report. How bad is it?” he asks.
“Bad! We can’t hold 'em much longer!” Cyborg yells through the communicator. “If you’re gonna do something, do it quickly!” You stared at the floor, knowing what he’s gonna have to say to Killer Moth’s demands.
“I have to do it.” he grimaces. You stayed silent as Starfire reacted.
“WHAT?!” she yells.
“It's the only way to save the bridge. The only way to give us enough time to stop Killer Moth.” Robin explains. Starfire looks at you and back at Robin.
“But you do not even have the feelings for her!” she protests, looking straight at you.
“I’m sorry, but I have to, as much as I don’t want to. And I really don’t want to.” Robin says, walking back towards the screen.
“So do we have a deal?” Killer Moth grins, as much as a person with mandibles can.
“I’ll take the girl to prom.” Robin says grimly.
“Don’t tell me. Ask her.” Killer Moth says, referring to the blonde girl still pasted on screen. Even though you couldn’t see Robin’s eyes, you could tell that he was rolling them.
“You’ve got to be-”
“Do it!” the villain yells. Robin sighs.
“Kitten, was it?” he asks.
“Meow,” she replied. You almost threw up when she said that. You could see Robin reacting in the same way.
“Right. Will you...go with me to the prom?” he said, his voice showing his utter disgust.
“Oh, Robbie-poo! I thought you'd never ask!”
I can’t do this you thought, as the screen finally blipped off. Robin calmly pulled out his T-communicator and projected it onto the screen. Raven picked up, Beast Boy and Cyborg crowded around her. You could see in the background that the moths were no longer gnawing at the bridge. He told them that he bought them some time, telling them to find out what he has planned. Then he shows them a picture of Kitten.
“Who is she?” Raven asked.
“She is a manipulative gremlock not worthy of Robin's time.” Starfire pouts.
“Yeah, she's a bitch too.” you add.
“She's got some kind of connection to Killer Moth. Find the connection, and I bet you'll find him.” He said, turning to you and Starfire. “Aquagirl and Starfire will join you to help with the search.” you rolled your eyes; Is he seriously going to do this alone?
“Hey, what about you? Aren’t you going to help us?” Beast Boy asked.
“I can’t. I have a date.”
.
You and Starfire were going to prepare for your mission when she shoved you into her room. You’ve forgotten how pink all her furniture is, from the curtains to her pillows. She whips out her T-communicator.
“Starfire what are you-” you begin, but she shushes you.
“Starfire to Raven,” she says into the communicator. “Please note that I will be the only person joining you, as Aquagirl will provide Robin backup on his date!”
“Um… okay.” Raven says, then hangs up.
“What??? I’m supposed to help you guys, remember?” you protest. “And I thought you had a crush on Robin??” The alien girl took you by your shoulders.
“Aquagirl, my feelings for Robin have long dissipated, but I am sure you still have the feelings for him!” she chirped. “Do not worry, four Titans are more than enough to defeat Killer Moth! You should go to the prom of non-duels!”
“B-but what do I even wear? Prom dresses were not on my shopping list.” you argue.
“Oh do not worry Aquagirl, you may borrow mine!” Starfire opened her closet to reveal a rack of sparkly dresses, all in different colors. You eyes glittered in awe.
“Ok, I’m in.”
You spent the next half an hour getting ready for the prom. You picked out a blue dress with black lace and black gloves that went out to your elbows. Your suit was camouflaged underneath, just in case you needed to ditch the dress.
“Oh you look wonderful!” Starfire cheered. You blushed, looking at yourself in the mirror.
She flew you over to the prom location, which was on a boat. Water, you thought. Perfect. You looked at Starfire.
“Thanks again for, uh, everything.” you said sheepishly. She smiled.
“It is the no problem!” she says. “I will see you afterwards!” And with that, she flew off into the night. You sighed, holding a corsage for Robin in your hand. You hear the sound of a motorbike. Robin appeared in view; he was still wearing his mask, but his usual outfit had been replaced by a tuxedo. He was still stoically frowning, probably due to not wanting to be here, but something about him just makes your heart skip a beat.
You walked over and tapped his shoulder. He flinched at your touch, but calmed down as he realized that it was you.
“Aquagirl?” he asked, eyeing you up and down.
“Um, just call me (y/n) for today, don’t want to raise eyebrows.” you winked. You pinned the flowers onto his lapel. “It’s my first prom, so I got you a corsage.” It’s true; this is your first prom. You were supposed to go to your junior prom this year, but of course, being a superhero kinda distracted you from that.
“Aqu- (y/n)...” he began. “You’re supposed to be helping the others track down Killer Moth.”
“Well, you said that our job was to investigate that b- uh, girl. And there’s no better way to do it than up close.” you grin. “Besides, Starfire insisted that I backed you up, you never know if you need saving, right?”
Just then, you heard a loud honk from a car. You turn to see a pink limousine pull out. Out stepped an even pinker girl, Kitten. Her headband, dress, corsage, and heels were all an obnoxious pink. She scoured the scene until she found Robin, fiercely waving at him.
“Yoo-hoo! Robbie-poo! Your Kitten has arrived! Me-ow!” she yells. You both physically cringe at her words. Robin leans over to you before he leaves.
“On second thought, maybe I will need the savings.”
You purse your lips as Robin leaves, reluctantly linking arms with the girl. You open your T-communicator.
“Cyborg,” you say. “Robin just entered the boat with Kitten. “How’s it looking on your side?”
“Poor guy,” he says sympathetically. “We just reached Kitten’s house. Going in now. Nice dress by the way.” You grin.
“Thanks man. I’ll be watching him just to see if he needs any help.”
“Got it. Cyborg out.” the screen blips to black and you close your communicator with a sigh. Time for prom.
You awkwardly shuffle onto the boat, making sure to stay a few meters behind the two. Luckily, no one noticed that you didn’t go to their school because they were so distracted by Kitten’s yelling.
“OH ROBIN!, YOU’RE SUCH A GENTLEMAN! NOT AT ALL LIKE MY WORTHLESS EX-BOYFRIEND FANG!!!” your fists clenched as she moved closer to the Boy Wonder, all over his arm. Why did we let her take Robin to the prom again? I’d rather see that bridge collapse than whatever this is.
You stationed yourself at the punch table, pouring yourself a drink. The two were talking at the table. You knew Robin didn’t want to be here in the beginning, but what if he changed his mind? What if, somehow, he falls in love with Kitten, and then you are never gonna have a chance with him?
“OF COURSE ROBIN I’D LOVE TO DANCE WITH YOU!!!” Kitten yelled, the two of them moving towards the dance floor. Your cheeks burned with anger, and maybe a little bit of jealousy. You clenched your fist again, and the sickly pink punch from the punch bowl shot into the air. The couple next to you who was about to get some punch slowly walked backwards away from you. But you didn’t care. You stomped away from the punch table.
You were leaning at one of the clothed tables as you glared at Robin and Kitten dancing away. You don’t even know why you felt so angry; maybe it was the fact that they’ve been dancing for 10 long minutes, or the fact that Kitten’s resting her head on his shoulder, or maybe the fact that you’ve never held Robin’s hand before and she is!
You notice him looking at his T-communicator while he was dancing, relieving you of the idea that he was actually enjoying the dance.
“Kiss me,” you hear Kitten say, and you froze.
“Sorry, I don’t like you that way,” he smirks. “As a matter of fact, I just don’t like you.” YES, you thought, smiling from the table.
“WHAT?!” the blonde girl shrieks.
“Killer Moth’s being taken down as we speak. We’re done here.” He pulls away, tucking his T-communicator into his pocket.
“No we are not!” she yells, ripping the corsage off of her dress. The petals fall away to reveal a cylinder, push-button controller. “Daddy’s not calling the shots tonight, I AM!!!”
“Daddy?” you and Robin said at the same time, in shock. So that's why Killer Moth made Robin go to the prom with her.
“And unless you want me to let those bugs out for a late-night snack, you better pucker up!” she makes kissy noises at Robin, her lips inching closer and closer. Robin put his finger out at them as if to shush her.
“Not even if you paid me,” he said, pushing her away and grabbing the controller out of her hand. They fight over it, and you wonder whether to jump in and help. Suddenly Kitten turns her focus away from Robin.
“Fang?” she smiled. You turned to see the jewel thief from before climbing onto the boat, spider head and all.
“That’s your ex boyfriend?” he asked, staring in shock.
“Get your hands off my girl!” he yells, knocking Robin down with his spider leg, Kitten snatching back the controller. Ok, time to act you thought, holding up your hand. A jet of water sprung up from under the boat and hit Fang, sending him flying backwards.
“And keep your legs off my guy!” you yelled, not even sure if you and Robin were on that level yet. “You alright Rob?” you ask as the Boy Wonder stands up.
“Best I’ve felt all day,” he smirked, ripping off his suit to reveal his costume underneath. You smiled; you two seemed to be on the same track in terms of disguise. You ripped your dress off and your costume uncamouflaged, revealing the familiar blue and black swim gear you always wear. You yank off your gloves to show your gauntlets underneath, the spikes swing up into place. You both look back at Kitten and Fang to find them making out; mandibles and all.
“I think I’m gonna throw up,” you mumble, getting into a fighting position.
“You know…” Robin says, bring the couple’s attention back to you two. “You two make a really bad couple.” Fang charges at the two of you, shooting his webs and venom. One of the webs hit you, sending you to the floor. You used the spikes on your gauntlets to cut yourself free while the spider villain goes after Robin. You finally free yourself as Kitten watches the action.
“Isn’t it romantic? They’re fighting over me!” she swoons. Your cheeks burn hot with anger. Now that you're out of disguise, it's the perfect time to beat her up.
“You’re not worth anyone’s time to fight over!” you quipped loudly, causing Kitten to start screaming at you. She tackles you, and the two of you fall onto the table.
“What the-” you grunt, the air knocked out of you as you crash into the food. You roll over and pin her to the table. You try to reach for the controller, but Kitten smacks a cream pie in your face. She pins you down this time, but you extend your leg to her side and swing, sending her flying across the table. She lands flat on her back, stretched lengthwise across the table. You lunge at her, but she grabs you and dunks your head into the punch bowl. You almost burst out laughing; she was trying to drown you, and you could breathe underwater.
Your eyes glow blue from underneath the punch bowl as the beverage explodes in the girl’s hunched over face. She screams, and you push her into the chocolate cake. She lands on the floor, her pink dress now stained with chocolate frosting.
“YOU.. RUINED… MY… DRESS!!!” she screams, clicking the controller. You gasp in horror, she’s crazy. She runs at you again, screaming and you dodge her, using your water powers to shoot the controller out of her hand. The controller rolls away, right towards the bottom of Robin’s foot.
“Consider yourself dumped.” he said, breaking the controller.
“NOOOOOOO!!!” she shrilled. You rolled your eyes and punched her square in the nose, her falling to the ground.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” you grin at the Boy Wonder, who looked at you in awe.
.
The other Titans rejoined you as you watched Kitten, Killer Moth, and Fang get pulled into a police van.
“Nobody dumps Kitten! Nobody! You're going to pay for this, Robbie-poo! YOU'RE GOING TO PASAY!!” the blonde girl screamed while being pushed into one of the vans.
“So, no second date?” Cyborg jokes. Beast Boy was sitting over the edge of the boat holding one of Killer Moth’s moth larvae. According to them, the controller Kitten had allowed them to turn into moths, but when Robin broke it, they all turned back into harmless giant bugs.
“So what becomes of Killer Moth’s larvae population?” Starfire asks.
“You know...now that nobody's making 'em all mutate-y,.these things might actually make good pets.” Beast Boy said, poking at the larvae's belly.
“Don’t even think about it.” Raven says, staring in disgust.
You and Robin walk towards some of the students to apologize for ruining their nights when spotlights turn on, the bright lights moving across the floor. The two of you braced for impact. The announcer began to, well, announce.
“And now, the moment you've all been waiting for...the king and queen of this year's prom are...Robin and (y/n)!” Your eyes widened at the announcement.
“I’m back on duty so it’s Aquagirl now! Sorry!” you yelled awkwardly.
“Well um then Aquagirl-” Robin begins, but you stop him.
“I mean, you can call me (y/n), if that’s what you want,” you offered, slightly blushing. He blushed back.
“Oh! Ok, then (y/n) it is.”
“So how about that dance, Boy Wonder?”
“I guess one more dance wouldn’t kill me.”
.
Robin led you towards the middle of the dance floor. You put your arms around his neck and he put his arms around your waist. His hands were gentle, and was only lightly touching your back, as if he was ready to pull them back at any time.
But he was smiling; something he barely did all night. You both laughed as you awkwardly shuffled across the floor; it's like you had two right feet and he had two left feet so it canceled out. You pulled in a little closer, he hugged you a little tighter. You stared at his masked eyes, imagining them looking back at you.
Suddenly you heard a whistle and whipped your head to see the rest of the Titans nonchalantly watching you two dance. They grinned, waving hello. You rolled your eyes and whipped your hand at them. A small geyser jumped up and landed on the Titans, drenching them. You and Robin laughed, then resumed your dance.
Nights in Jump City are the worst time of day, but with Robin, it’s a whole lot better.
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