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Table of contents

1. Marvel - Peter Parker x Reader - “this wasn’t supposed to happen” (completed)
2. Harry potter - Fred Weasley X Reader - sensory overload (completed)
3. Big hero 6 - Tadashi and Hiro x Sister Reader - "You'll be okay," (completed)
4. Transformers MTMTE - Tarn X Reader - "No one is coming," (completed)

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It was a cold night in the city of New York, the air had a sharp chill in the air one that seemed as if it could slice someone through, down to the bone. Of course it couldn’t but that didn’t make the chill any less painful. Young Peter Parker was in his spider suit out on patrol through the bustling city. Even after midnight there was still a surprising amount of traffic, it made sense to Peter why they called this the city that never sleeps. Perching on a rooftop Peter scanned his surroundings searching for any sign of trouble, however he was Interrupted when he heard a sudden voice.

“You have a phone call Peter, would you like my to answer it.” Karen, his suits AI, asked

“Yeah go ahead Karen, who is it though?” Peter asked

“It’s Y/N”

Hearing who it was a smile formed on peters features hidden behind his mask. Y/N was one of his best friend, he had met them through his “stark internship” they worked for stark industries, directly under Tony, and over time had become privy to Peter’s secret identity.

“Hey Pete, didn’t know you’d be out so late, don’t you ever get a break from your line of work?” Y/N asked as the phone picked up.

“You know, I could ask you the same thing, what are you doing up it’s almost one in the morning?”

There was a light chuckle from the other end of the phone, “oh you know how it is, Tony never sleeps so I get stuck making a snack run at one AM, it wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t so cold” they said.

“I guess that makes sense, how did you know I was out on patrol though?” Peter asked genuinely curious.

“Oh I saw you swinging past thirty fourth, it may be dark but you’re hard to miss in red and blue” Y/N said with an amused tone in their voice.

“I guess that makes sense too, I might have to work on that” Peter said, “you know I could give you an escort back to the tower if you’d like, it’s dangerous to walk home by yourself in the dark” Peter suggested.

“Oh my own personal escort, I’d be delighted, I’m on sixth street by that one coffee shop I told you about.”

“I’m about fifteen minutes from there, I’ll start heading your way.” Peter spoke, he heard Y/N respond with a “see you in fifteen then spiderman” with an amused laugh.

From Y/N end of the phone peter heard the gruff voice of a man, “you know spiderman kid?” He asked.

Y/N hesitated before speaking in a Small voice, “who wants to know?”

“My brother ended up in jail because of that asshole,” the man said “now that I’ve got the chance I’m gonna make his little friend pay for it.” He said,

Peter could hear Y/N scream “get away from me,” right before the line went dead.

“Y/N, Y/N!” Peter called, he realized that he’d get no answer and rushed as quick as his webs would take him to get to their location. When he got there he landed on the ground, “Karen find Y/N’s phone.” He asked. The AI pin pointed its location and laying on the ground not far away was Y/N, they were bleeding profusely and looked like they had been beaten half to death. There was no sign of the man who had been responsible.

“Y/N can you hear me” the teenage superhero called out, no response , they were unconscious. Peter didn’t know what to do. He was panicking and he had to think of something. “Karen call Mr. Stark.” He said. carefully he picked up his friend, holding them securely and using a web to swing them towards the avengers tower.

“Kid this better be important for you to be calling me in the middle of the night, I know you’ve got school tomorrow.” Tony said immediately after answering. The phone.

“Mr. Stark you’ve got to help me, Y/N was talking to me on the phone, someone found out they knew me, they’re hurt, it’s bad I don’t know what to do, I’m bringing them back to the tower but it’s bad Mr. Stark.” Peter said clearly panicked.

“Alright Kid slow down, breath you have to think clearly to help them. Focus on getting back to the tower, I’ll wake Bruce and we can get this all sorted out, just focus on getting back to the tower safely and we will go from there.” Tony said

“Okay,” Peter responded “I’m about twenty minutes from the tower,” he said hearing Tony respond, “good just swing safe it’s gonna be alright.”

When Peter arrived back at the tower he landed on the balcony, he hurried inside to the living area and rushed to the medbay, Tony and Bruce were waiting there. Peter carried “Y/N’s limp body into the room and gently set them down on a cot.

Bruce immediately got to work “what happened, this looks like blunt force trauma but I need to know if she might have been beaten with a weapon,” Bruce said.

“I don’t know,” Peter said, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes “I don’t know, this wasn’t supposed to happen I don’t know I wasn’t there” he began panicking again, Y/N was a close friend of his, and they were only two years older than him, seeing them in this state, fighting for their lives, it hurt him in ways words couldn’t express.

“I’m not seeing any signs of internal injuries, likely no internal bleeding, defiantly some bruising, maybe a broken rib, I’ll need an abdominal CT to confirm,” Bruce began to ramble on, “it looks like this head wound is the worst of it, they’ll defiantly have a concussion,” he said, “I’ll need to get the wound disinfected and stitched up.” He rambled on “Tony why don’t you take Pete somewhere else while I work on this, he needs to calm down.” Bruce said. Tony nodded and escorted a reluctant Peter out of the room.

Peter spent what felt like hours pacing the floor outside the medbay. Though in reality it had only been one hour. Soon Bruce emerged from the inside of the medbay and looked at Peter

“They have multiple fractured ribs, and I’ve confirmed the concussion, they also needed about fifteen stitches to close their head wound, the recovery is going to take a while, but they are awake so if you want to talk to them you can”

Peter gave a nod heading to the door “thank you Doctor Banner” he said before entering the room. The lighting was dim but Peter could see clear as day, he pulled a chair up beside Y/N and took a seat.

“Hey spiderman” they tried to joke but Peter face remained sullen. “What’s wrong, im gonna be fine Pete” Y/N assured

“You could have died Y/N, you were left beaten in the streets, you could have died and it was all my fault, none of this should have happened.” Peter said in a serious tone.

“Peter, this wasn’t your fault, none of this was your fault, I promise, and besides im gonna be fine, im not dying” Y/N said

“But you could have, I could have lost my best friend, the perosn I care about most in the world, I…I love you Y/N I love you too much to see you go.” Peter said tears forming in his eyes once again.

Y/N grunted forcing themselves into a sitting position, “come her Peter” they groaned fighting against the pain.

Peter leaned in closer, he wasn’t sure what they wanted but soon he felt lips press against his, he was stunned to say the least, and as Y/N pulled away, laying back down he heard them say

“I love you too, and I’m not going any where.”

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“Please I know if you come to the quidditch game you’ll have a fantastic time, and you’ve never seen me play so it’s a double win,” Fred said looking at his partner.

“I just, I have a lot of homework Freddie, I really shouldn’t I’ve got a big paper due” (Y/N) said with a soft sigh, their boyfriend Fred had been trying to convince them to come to the game that afternoon ever since breakfast, it wasn’t that they didn’t want to support their boyfriend they just weren’t sure about the quidditch game.

“You’re always working, you work way too hard it’s nice to take a break now and again, besides you deserve it,” Fred said,

(Y/N) sighed, “fine if you’ll stop pestering me about it I’ll go to the quidditch game, just this once” they relented

“Glad to hear it, love,” Fred said with a smile placing a kiss on their forehead.

It was later that afternoon just before lunch that (Y/N) made their way down to the quidditch field, walking alongside Ron and Hermione. It was a bit chilly out, cold enough to warrant a scarf and, thankfully, ear muffs. For that (Y/N was grateful. Their aversion to coming to the quidditch game wasn’t because they disliked the game they wanted to support their boyfriend, and what better way than by cheering them on in a sport they played? However, their sensory issues made the quidditch pitch an uncomfortable place to be, especially during a game.

Standing in the cheering audience (Y/N) couldn’t help but press their earmuffs closer against their ears trying to dull the loud sounds surrounding them. The sun was also shining brightly directly above the field. (Y/N did their best to take deep breaths and just keep themselves grounded. However, the real trouble came after the game.

Once the game had concluded, Gryffindor having caught the snitch, (Y/N) made their way out of the stadium, there were people continually bumping into them, they had just exited the stands when everything became too much,

(Y/N)’s hands began to shake as they were frozen in place. They could hear Hermione calling out their name over the crowd but they couldn’t respond, tears were welling up in their eyes, and they couldn’t breathe. They tried to push themselves out of the group but were stopped when a pair of solid arms suddenly wrapped around them. Unable to tell who it was, they struggled against the strong grip breathing in short gasps. Whoever it was pulled them backward, out of the crowd.

It was Fred, he had heard Hermione calling (Y/N)’s name, and at first he hadn’t thought much of it until he realized how concerned she sounded when he found them it was too late they were already in a state of panic. Fred had tightly embraced them and slowly backed out of the crowd, he stopped when he felt his back hit the wall of the quidditch pitch. Slowly sliding to the ground and pulling (Y/N) along with him.

They sat on the ground, one of Fred’s arms still wrapped tightly around his partner, his hand pressed against their chest, he could feel the frantic rhythm of their heart. With his free hand, he grabbed his wand casting a bubble charm. Suddenly they were wrapped in silence. Fred dropped his wand beside him rubbing his free hand up and down his love arm.

It was in the silence that he could hear their sobs, their heavy uncontrolled sobs. Fred didn't know what had happened, he didn't want to ask immediately instead he focused on trying to calm (Y/N) down. Gently shushing them. Murmuring reassurances, eventually he felt their heart begin to slow down, the sobs turned to hiccups, and eventually, they stopped trembling.

“What's the matter, Darling? what happened?” Fred asked his voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to set his partner off again.

“Everything, it was too loud, too bright, too many people were touching me, it was all too much,” they said trying to explain what had happened.

“Why didn’t you tell me, I would have never pressured you to come?” Fred asked genuinely confused as to why his partner

“I didn’t want you to think lesser of me, people tend to treat me differently when they know how easily overwhelmed I get” they responded in a quiet voice.

“I would never think differently of you, I know how strong, smart, and beautiful you are,” Fred said. He was silent for a few moments allowing (Y/N) to have peace and quiet after a few moments he spoke up. “So what do you need now? Should we go to the hospital wing or what do you need?” he asked trying to be supportive but wanting to make sure they were alright.

“Honestly I just want to go back to the dorms, and rest a bit before dinner,”

“That is definitely something we can do love,” Fred said. He stood up and offered a hand to his partner. (Y/N) accepted it and they were pulled to their feet.

“Just promise me one thing Freddie?” they asked

“Of course love.”

“Please don’t make me do this again.”

“Of course not”

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It was a cold drizzly day in Sanfransokyo, (Y/N) Hamada was sitting in her bedroom, it was a small room. Well smaller in comparison to the room her brothers shared, not that she needed much room, and she did make use of what she had, her bed sat in the middle of the wall, with pastel purple bedsheets and blankets, opposite the bed was a desk and chair. She had a mirror hanging on the back of her door, and she had a window with a ledge perfectly sized for her to sit in and look out the window, or, as was for her current situation, perfectly sized for her to sit, and hold her cigarette out of, as to not leave a smell of weed, her drug of choice, in her room. The last thing she wanted was for her family to find out about her habit, sure her siblings were geniuses, but they hadn’t caught on yet so why would they?

(Y/N) was always careful, she made sure not to smoke out the window, and use air freshener, she made sure not to smoke anywhere she could be seen, every step she took to get her high was careful and calculated, she couldn’t have anyone finding out about what she was doing. If anyone found out they would make her stop, she needed this, it helped her cope with the weight of everything she had bearing down on her, even if just for a little bit before she came down from her high, it was as if the problems she had didn’t matter, everything seemed to drift away. (Y/N) let out a sigh blowing her smoke out the window, she was lost in her own world until she heard a knock on her door. With a roll of her eyes, she put out her blunt and tossed it into the alleyway below her window.

“Come in,” she responded in a less than pleased tone, whoever it was couldn’t have waited five more minutes, she closed her window and looked over to the door as it opened, in walked her older brother, Tadashi, her twin, Hiro, and Tadashi’s healthcare robot, Baymax, (Y/N) rolled her eyes, this was just what she needed.

“What do you want?” she asked sounding a bit irritated, she watched as her siblings sat down she waited for one of them to say something, it was Tadashi who spoke first.

“We know what’s going on, this is your chance, you can come clean or we can have baymax scan you, but we all know what’s going on, why don’t you save us the trouble?”

“I don’t know what your talking about, and i don’t like being accused of things, i think you should just go,” (Y/N) said and scoffed slightly, choosing to play dumb, she really didn’t want to deal with her siblings at the moment, she didn’t really want to deal with anyone.

Hiro shook his head “Wrong answer sis, Baymax, scan her,” the large fluffy white robot walked over just in time to heard (Y/N) protest, but that didnt deter him, the scan was quick and revealed exactly what the problem was.

“(Y/N) has elevated THC levels in her bloodstream, at its current level it can mean only one thing, she has been in contact with cannabis, and recently,”

As Baymax spoke (Y/N) ran her hand down her face, great this was just what she needs, she sighed roling her eyes, shifting in the window so that she didnt have to face her brothers

“Thanks Baymax, way to kill the vibe” she said in an irritated tone, after she spoke she heard a loud scoff from her older brother.

“Really, thats all you have to say for yourself right now? What the hell were you thinking (Y/N) you have your whole life ahead of you, a bright future, you could go anywhere, do anything and instead you’re doing this what has gotten into you,” Tadashi said, his tone sounded furtsrated, angry almost, (Y/N) had never heard him sound like that before.

(Y/N) sighed softly tears welling up in her eyes, she spoke in a tight tone, trying to hide the feelings in her voice, but still it shook, conveying all the anger, pain and frustration she was feeling beneath the surface.

“Don’t you get it! I’m not like you!, I’m not like Hiro! I may be going to the same school as you both but I’m not like you!” (Y/N) mind flashed back to a night several weeks ago,she had been chasing down a criminal, traveling by roof tops, they had fallen, she could rember standing there, the pool of blood beneath her feet, unable to do anything, to help in anyway.

“That girl that died, thats not on your shoulders, that not on Hiro’s shoulders, its on mine, its haunting and there is no escaping it and now all I am is damaged goods, I’m Broken and there is no fixing me, you can’t fix whats broken inside of me,” she said, tears were streaming freely down her face now, and there was silence in the room, the only noise being the occasional sniffle form (Y/N) as tiny quiet sobs worked their way through her body.

It was Hiro’s turn to address the situation, he stood up walking over to the window and taking a seat opposite his twin, he seemed to hesitate, comforting people had never been his forte, however as he reached a hand out, wping away some of the stray tears he seemed to know exactly what to say.

“You’re not broken, and even if you were, there is nothing that could be broken about you, that we can’t fix, together,” he said, speaking in a gentle tone.

(Y/N) shifted, looking at him, she saw nothing but care and concern in her twins eyes, she sniffled again and wiped her face with her arm,

“I’m sorry, okay, I didn’t know whatelse to do, I didn’t know how to cope, I just needed things to be easier, I didn’t mean it, I just wanted to be able to breath again.”
Tadashi sighed, coming over and wrapping his warms around his sister, pulling her into a tight comforting hug before speaking.

“Don’t worry, we will get you through this, we will get you detoxed, and we’ll get you help, we can fix this, we can work on it together, you’re not alone, you never have been, I’m sorry we didn’t do more for you before now, but we can fix this, and you’ll be okay again, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually it will be okay.”

(Y/N) sighed softly closing her eyes as she leaned into the hug, speaking in a soft tone

“I believe you, and I trust both of you,”

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It was a cold quiet day on Viophus, well quiet except for the pitter, patter, and hiss, of rain, hitting the roof of the compound, Viophus was known for its acid rain, thankfully the building was made of a material meant to withstand the corrosive substance. Tarn was unconcerned about the weather he had more pressing matters to worry about, as he walked down a long hallway, humming softly to himself, he was not alone in the hall, Nickel was following a short distance behind him, the leader of the DJD stopped in front of a door, he waited a moment before swinging the door open and walking inside, Nickel directly behind him, letting the door slam shut behind the pair.

The room was bare, a small room crafted of various metals, it was grey in color and there was nothing in it, nothing aside from a set of chains hanging from the ceiling, and connected to those chains was a cybertronian, (Y/N), dangling just a few inches off the ground, she was by no means small, standing slightly taller than the average femme, likely due to the fact that she was half predacon. Not that it was doing her any good at the current moment, she was still left at the mercy of the cruel DJD leader, and he planned to enjoy the time he had with her, to draw out her agony. There was a satisfaction he got out of torturing his prisoners, in his mind they deserved it, it was their own fault for defecting from the Decepticons, for betraying their own kind, their own team, committing such an act of treason deserved to be punished, and Tarn had the perfect idea in mind.

“Nickel, if you would,” he spoke in a soft tone, not taking his eyes off the prisoner, his face shielded by his mask, it was impossible to read what he was feeling.

Nickel approached the femme, she looked a little apologetic as she held up a syringe,

“Sorry about this,” she said in a quiet tone before injecting the serum into the other femme’s neck, almost immediately the effects were felt, (Y/N) could feel every part of her body going numb,as if they were all fading from existence,

“What is this, what did you do to me,” she demanded, she tried to wiggle, to move something but she couldn’t, she couldn’t feel anything it was like, she had suddenly been paralyzed.

“We have administered a paralytic drug, it should keep you from getting any ideas about fighting back or trying to escape,” Tarn said a smirk could be heard in his voice even if it couldn’t be seen, it was clear he was enjoying himself. He took a step closer to his prisoner, now standing inches away from her face, not even his eyes could be seen through his mask, but nonetheless, (Y/N) could feel his gaze as if it were burning a hole through her. Even if it was a psychosomatic feeling, it was better than feeling nothing at all.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish, but your efforts are being wasted, there is no information for me to give you and I accept my fate of death, so whatever point you're trying to make, it's not going to work.” (Y/N) said, one would expect a tone of fear, or anger, but neither could be detected, her voice was nonchalant, as if she truly didn’t car what was going to happen to her.
“That is where you are wrong my dear,” Tarn said in a low voice, an almost sickeningly sweet tone to it. “You do have information for me, information like where I can find your friends, Augment, Havoc, Xypher, the ones who defected with you, I’m sure if anyone knows their wear about it would be you, and you will help me find them,” he said. As he ended his Sentence he pulled out a dagger, twirling it for a moment before plunging it deep into (Y/N) chassis.

(Y/N) groaned, the stab had just missed her spark and vital fuel lines, not a severe enough wound to kill her but enough to cause her pain, it was searing pain taking her breath away, (Y/N) did her best to keep her pain quiet, not wanting to show any more weakness that she was already being forced to display. Another question plagued her mind, how did she even feel it if they had dosed her with a paralytic drug, it seemed Tarn had read her mind as he spoke again.

“That drug we gave you only stops you from being able to move, it doesn’t disable your pain receptors, you’ll be unable to fight back, but it won't stop us from putting you through endless torment, until you are begging for us to kill you, just to put you out of your misery. It will also help to motivate you to be communicative, the sooner you tell us where we can find your friends the sooner all of this ends,” he said taking a step back. “The choice is yours,”

(Y/N) scoffed, “You really think im going to give you anything, your must-have rust in your processor, I’m not telling you anything, do whatever you want, I know im going to die anyway and there's no changing that so I’m not scared of whatever you and your little crew plan to do. Besides if my ‘friends’ are as close to me as you say, surely they will come for me.”

Tarn chuckled darkly, “There will be no rescue, if they do come for you they might as well be handing themselves in” Tarn turned his back on her, “No one is coming for you,” he turned to Nickel, “Tell Kaon he can have first crack at getting her to talk, he can bring the pet if he wants, we will get her to spill, one way or another,” with that he turned towards the door, walking out, Nickel following behind. The door slammed shut behind them and (Y/N) was plunged into darkness, left only with her pain, and her thoughts. She knew deep down what Tarn had said was right, no matter what she wanted to believe, no matter what hope she tried to hold onto Tarn was correct.

No one was coming

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Hi, so it's been a while since I was on here. There has been a lot that has gone on in my life in the last couple of years. It was never my intention to abandon any of my Fics, but sometimes things happen that we don't plan for. The unfortunate news at this time is that this Fic will currently remain on a semi-hiatus, as I'm working on another major story at this time.

Though that being said, I'm not opposed to still writing requests, though full disclaimer, with the gap in time that has happened, I will have to reset the request list, so if you have previously submitted a request, you are welcome to submit a new one, I will fufill them to the best of my availabiltiy.

I want to say, I am so sorry to all of you who were left waiting. I never planned to do that. I hope you are all doing well, and I send the best wishes your way. Thank you for your understanding.