CONTEXT: Our Druid accidentally created a mind-controlling spider parasite called a husk (which she based on an enemy in Dark Souls) which went off into the world. Soon after I managed to get my character stuck in a demiplane with no hope of escape, our DM decided to give me a paladin for a husk to be born from and control. He goes by Spider.
Paladin: Spider pees on Druid.
Druid (ooc): What does Spider have to say about me creating his entire race?
Paladin (ooc): Personal Toilet of Spider.
DM: Spider is a creature focused on reproduction, it couldn’t care less about religion.
In late June 1462, Sultan Mehmed II moved his army into the town of Târgoviște during a war were he tried to enforce suzerainty over Wallachia, ruled by Vlad III ‘the Impaler’. This was Vlad’s most famous work as the Ottomans walked into a town of impaled bodies.
you acted on assumption that he’s a vampire,” she says in a hushed voice. “If you’re right about that, which we still
can’t be sure of, it means that you removed your only form of protection
against him and put it into his hands.”
but he can’t touch it,” I reason, “so it’s no good to him.”
have it back now, right?”
course.” It comes out a little indignant,
even though I don’t mean it to.
shakes her head, returning to her book.
“That still wasn’t a very smart move.”
was in the room, it’s not like he could have attacked me.”
reads a few more lines, I see her eyes scanning back and forth, before looking
back at me with a curious twinkle in her eye.
“Did it work?”
shrug. “He took it off bare-handed, and
it didn’t look like it was burning him.”
looks thoughtful. “Have you considered
the possibility that you’ve been wrong this whole time?”
course I have,” I sigh, “but what if I’m not?
You have to admit, Penny, there’s reason for me to be suspicious.”
hasn’t retaliated yet?”
shake my head grimly, a touch of nervousness poking at my stomach. “Not so far.”
raises an eyebrow. “Keep your guard up.”
Keeping an eye out for Baz has become something of a
habit since I met him, but today I’m even more jumpy than usual, scanning the
hallways almost constantly. It’s a
little ridiculous, even for me. I wonder
if maybe he won’t fight back, if the cross really didn’t affect him, but then
again this is Baz. He’ll never pass up
an opportunity to torment me.
the time I return to our room after our last class, my stomach has worked
itself into knots. I keep telling myself
to stop it, but somehow the chance of Baz pulling something feels more imminent
now that we have a… what even is this? A
game? An agreement? A series of mutually bad decisions? A commitment to hate each other even more?
beaten me to the room of course, which makes me even more anxious. He doesn’t look up from his phone as I kick
off my shoes, casting a wary glance around the room. Nothing seems out of place, but that doesn’t
mean he hasn’t cursed something again like he did with my plate. When I move over toward the bathroom, my
steps are light and slow.
wrong, Snow?” Baz pipes up, still staring down at his phone.
I bluster, unable to come up with anything smarter on short notice.
why are you acting like there’s a monster under your bed?”
the only monster I see is on yours.”
eyes cut up to mine briefly, flashing annoyance, but he doesn’t respond beyond
that. I notice suddenly how tense my
shoulders are and I give them a roll to loosen them. I need to relax. Quietly I take a deep breath and make for the
wouldn’t go in there, if I were you.”
hand freezes on the doorknob. “Why not?”
turn to glare at him. “What did you do?”
actually looking at me now, his face cool and innocent. “Who says I did anything?”
isn’t funny, Baz.”
right,” he nods, “it’s not, and neither was the salted tea or assuming I’m a
shrugs. “Go ahead then, see what
happens. Or maybe I’m bluffing and
there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
glare back for another moment, trying to read his expression, but his eyes
don’t betray anything. Slowly I turn the
knob and push the door open a crack, peeking in cautiously.
am I looking for here?” I mutter. There
doesn’t seem to be anything amiss, no rats in the sink, no roaches in the
toilet, no spiders in the shower. My
reflection in the mirror is unaltered.
tell me,” Baz muses in response.
shut the door again. “You are bluffing,
meets my eye evenly. “You tell me,” he
go of the doorknob and fold my arms across my chest.
least that’s what I try to do.
that my hand is now welded to the knob.
the-” I stutter as I try to pry my arm away, my skin smarting as bits of it rip
off of the knob. “Are you serious?”
stands, reaching into his pocket as he moves toward me. A smirk sneaks into the corner of his mouth,
and from his pocket he produces a tiny bottle of glue. Extremely strong Normal glue, the kind people
use to hold broken furniture together.
as I’m registering what he’s done, he leans closer than I think I’ve ever been
to him, his breath dusting my ear and sending a prickle across my neck.
move,” he murmurs, pocketing the glue and striding to the door. I don’t follow, I can’t. “See you at dinner,” he chuckles, halfway
through the door, “assuming you make it down there.” And then he’s gone.
Note: Wrote this at 4am last night. (It when all my good ideas come to mind lol) The fic’s not long, but it’s funny…and cute? :D
Word Count: 749
Pairing: John Laurens x Reader
Warning: fear of spiders
“John!” He heard his name being called out.
“Jonathan Laurens, help!”
You were yelling frantically from the bathroom of the apartment you two shared. John raised an eyebrow and rose from his seat on the couch to tread over to the bathroom you were in.
He opened the door to find you cowering on top of the countertop, well away from the edge. Your eyes were wide and you were panting as if you’d been scrambling to get away or hide from something. John’s face contorted into a confused one.
Warnings: There’s like one bad word, but that’s all.
Word count: 1495
A/N: This is my fic for Katie’s 31 Days Of Halloween challenge. ( @winchesters-favorite-girl ) My prompt was decorations and today is still technically the day for it because it’s only 10 pm here and today has been crazy. I hope y’all like it!
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Dean told me I could get a few decorations, but that was it. Then, he set me loose in the Dollar Tree which was an obvious mistake because I swiped a basket and took off, cackling as he grumbled and trotted to keep up with me. I immediately started grabbing random items that I decided I needed to decorate the bunker and he watched me like a hawk, occasionally taking something from my hand with a huff because I guess he didn’t want it.
So, I’d simply wait until he took his eyes off of me, even for a moment, then shove to the item under all the contents of my basket. I think he noticed and eventually traded trying to reel me back in for just keeping an eye on me.
I strolled around the store, casually scanning the shelves. At this particular store, there were a couple Halloween themed items down each aisle, even the toiletries. So, I deemed it a brilliant idea to a couple rolls of orange toilet paper with spiders printed on it, smirking at all the ideas popping into my head.
Not long after my discovery, however, I glanced down and realized my basket was pretty full. I could see Dean cautiously shuffling towards me, pretending he was inspecting the shampoo scents, but I knew he wanted my basket. So, naturally, I dashed off the other direction earning another angry grumble and he started after me.
“Y/N, come on!” he yelled at me from down the aisle.
Dude 84 is so cute for the prompts thing PLZ do 84 if you can fit it in (I know you’re probably getting a lot of these aha)
I am getting a lot of these…
Alright. Here we go with a little sick Peter and helpful Pepper Potts.
(Quick interlude for a funny anecdote: I used to work at a little boutique store, and we had a mailing list to keep in touch with customers. There was a lady named Pearl Potts who liked to e-mail us back, and one of my tasks was to do e-mail replies and report back to the store owner. Do you know how many times I accidentally told her “Pepper Potts e-mailed you??” It was a freaking lot.)
I feel like maybe the trope of Peter getting sick while staying with the Avengers gets used a lot, so we’ll see how this stacks up… And it’s about 900 words, so nice’n’short.
When Peter jolts awake sweaty and shaky and not quite sure where he is, his first instinct is to sit up in bed. He already can’t remember the details of the nightmare as he reaches over to turn on the lamp, but leftover adrenaline still courses through him and makes his chest heave as if he’s been running a marathon.
Peter wipes a moustache of sweat on the sleeve of his pajamas and presses his clammy palms to the bedspread, trying to ground himself and dispel the panic that’s crystalizing behind his forehead and in his throat. “Ok. Stop it, you’re ok,” Peter mumbles to himself as he attempts to control his breath.
“Actually, Mr. Parker, your current body temperature is reading over 102 degrees Fahrenheit,” FRIDAY’s disembodied voice reports.
Peter jumps at the sudden intrusion of sound. “Jesus,” Peter mutters, shaking his head and bringing on an onslaught of vertigo. He feels shitty enough to believe he is spiking a fever, but really? Why is this coming out of nowhere in the middle of the night? He’s supposed to be headed off on a mission with Mr. Stark tomorrow. Or today. Peter has no idea if it’s past midnight or not. He hopes it’s not so that maybe he has a chance to roll over and sleep this off.
The plan doesn’t quite work out, though, because the next thing Peter has to do is sprint to the bathroom ahead of the sick lump rising in his throat. He heaves over the toilet, hoping this is just the exotic dinner Mr. Stark provided not agreeing with him, or maybe the product of overheating in his sleep. But the way each retch amps up the throb in his head and the electric prickle of goosebumps on his arms, Peter knows there’s no denying that he’s ill.
“Would you like me to call Mr. Stark?” FRIDAY asks when Peter’s stomach is empty and he’s dry heaving for the fourth or fifth time.
“No, I’m ok,” Peter groans back to the AI.
“You’re becoming dehydrated,” FRIDAY replies. “Alternatively, I could call 911.”
“No, no, don’t do that,” Peter says. He fights a gag as he finds his footing. “Here, I’m getting a drink of water.” He’s about to flip on the faucet when suddenly his knees can’t support him anymore and he collapses, banging both elbows into the marble countertop.
“Fuck,” Peter hisses. Then, “Ok, yeah, maybe call Mr. Stark.”
He’s hunched over the porcelain toilet bowl again when footsteps approach. “What’s going on?” Tony asks sleepily.
“Uh, just…not feeling so good,” Peter replies, his voice echoing off the cloudy water in front of him.
FRIDAY reports his temperature and the number of times he’s thrown up.
Peter blushes fiercely. Or maybe his cheeks just flush with fever while accompanying dizziness buzzes through his ear canals.
“It’s too early for this,” Tony says. “Just…try to go back to sleep. See how you’re feeling in the morning… C’mon Pep, back to bed.”
“What? No,” Another voice protests. Peter recognizes Pepper’s soft tone. Gentle footfalls cross the tile floor and someone crouches down at Peter’s shoulder. “Go back to bed if you want, Tony, but I’m gonna stay here with him.”
“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you get up,” Peter apologizes pushing down tightness in his throat as his stomach flip uncomfortably.
“You’re not making me do anything,” Pepper says. “I want to make sure you’re ok.”
“But, Mr. Stark…”
“Don’t worry about him,” Pepper insists. “He’s had one too many. I’ll straighten him out later.” She delicately lays her cool fingers across the back of Peter’s neck. “Ok. We need to try to get that fever down.”
She disappears for a few minutes to gather supplies, and Peter can’t keep stomach acid from clawing its way up his throat again. He doesn’t see Pepper return with Gatorade and ibuprofen because he’s too busy trying not to form too close a relationship with the toilet.
“Hey, ok, breathe through it,” Pepper intones, stroking Peter’s back and attempting to soothe his spastic coughing.
“I don’t know what happened,” Peter says once he can inhale and exhale again. “I just woke up and I felt sick all the sudden…I’m…really sorry.”
“Hey, stop, ok? You have a fever. It makes weird stuff happen in your body. It’s ok.” Pepper dampens a washcloth and wrings it out. “Do you want to drink some water? Or some of this?” She nods at the bottle of blue Gatorade on the edge of the counter.
“Maybe,” Peter says. “I don’t know it it’ll…if it’ll…” He’s too embarrassed to say the rest.
“If you throw up again, you throw up again.” Pepper shrugs. “But at least you won’t be quite so empty.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Peter sighs. “This is…really nice of you.”
“I’ve had more than enough practice with Tony,” Pepper laughs. “But I have to say you’re a better patient. A lot more polite.” She uncaps the sports drink and hands it down.
Peter shakily accepts the bottle and takes the smallest of sips. “Thanks, Aunt M— I mean, Miss. Miss Potts.”
“It’s Pepper. Seriously,” Pepper cracks a grin. “Only person, well, thing, that calls me that is FRIDAY. Maybe it’s a good thing Tony’s training the chivalry out of you.”
Peter responds by belching the Gatorade back up into the toilet.
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