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OUR LACES WEAKEN BUT I TIGHTEN THEM ANYWAY ; fyodor dostoyevsky x fem!reader

synopsis. just when you thought things with fyodor have picked up a certain harmony, rumours come into play to break up said harmony and bring in chaos to your relationship with him. wc; 8576 words.

warnings and general tags. uni!fyodor, roommate!fyodor, roommate!reader, toxic friendship, attachment issues, rumours about fyodor, angst, misunderstandings which get cleared up in the same chap lol dw, smut in the last scene, mention of the cross during said smut scene, spanking, fyodor somewhat eats you out but mainly uses his finger, fyodor loves tits here, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up guys), calls your cunt 'sweet girl', fyodor is a yearner, reader is in awe of his beauty, we can see the tension between them so why can't they, etc.

note. never writing smut again omg. no cause in the last chap, I was expecting a few asks going like "omg ira the scene with nikolai and sigma was so funny!!" or "the spider scene was so funny!!" but no one said anything about it? okay ouch, it really is your own people against you sometimes huh.

spoilers for chap below. i am so excited to finally introduce yuki cause she's a major character and despite being painted in a somewhat negative light, i hope you guys can see she's not REALLY that bad of a person. it's just that situations and ppl sometimes make ppl change + her boyfriend. omg. he's such a good boyfriend to her. won't say anything more cause it's gonna be spoilers lol. but her and reader's friendship and whatever is left of it hits right where it hurts lol.

also yay!! finally these bitches fucked. the smut really made me pull my hair out in frustration when i was writing it ngl but i am so happy with how it turned out. it's perfect imo. see usually i am more of a 'dazai tit guy lol' person but uni!fyodor is a tit guy too. he loves tits!! again spoilers for the smut in this chap. i kind of patted myself when i wrote the scene with reader sitting and fyodor standing infront of her and their eye contact cause that sums up fyodor's love for power hehe. and plus since it's a hot scene lmao.

previous. masterlist. next.

a few days have passed since then and if you had to describe living with fyodor then you would only muster up with one word — extremely nice, he's clean and quiet and respectful, often offering to help or even taking over cooking while you do the other chores (since jia and rj come very late sometimes, most of the time they aren't at the apartment at all). while he does have very questionable self habits, that's none of your concern since you do not think a grown man needs babying or you raising your concerns.

he's smart enough to know what's healthy and what's not and if he still wants to continue with these habits then that's on him. but isn't this a bit mean of you?

you nibble on your bottom lip, not liking how you are stressing so much over whether that grown man gets enough sleep or not judging by his questionable sleep schedule.

"oh come on, he's a fucking adult. he knows what he's doing!" you finally exclaim loudly in frustration to stop yourself after stressing over this topic for the past fifteen minutes, groaning loudly as you lean back on the couch.

but instead of the couch cushions, your back and shoulders come in contact with very familiar hands — you know because his hands are cold enough to raise goosebumps on your skin and make you shiver — which suddenly held you as if to stop you from making your dramatic fall on the couch.

"who knows what they are doing?" fyodor asks, confused — not really, he's pretending to be confused despite knowing you are talking about him because he had found a liking to acting all confused and innocent to have you fret over him since the first time he did it. it is bratty of him but it's not as if he's hurting someone so who cares anyway.

you look up and fyodor almost coos or cackles at how adorable he finds you whenever you get frustrated at whatever you are thinking. at first he thought he might subconsciously be comparing you to a cat but no, as much as a cat makes him silently sparkle and brighten up at the sight of them, they don't have the same effect as you do.

he doesn't have the urge to drop whatever he is doing to approach a cat anytime he sees one as he does with you but this urge isn't one he acts upon because he doesn't want to assassinate your social life. the rumours which surrounds him are unsavory, superficial and straight up foolish and he would hate for anyone to speak bad on your name. he might punch someone and that's saying something since fyodor isn't a violent person who takes it upon himself to act on violence, he has others at his disposal for that stuff.

"you. you frustrate me, dostoyevsky." you whine out his name and he gulps because if you use this tone to speak to him, he is even ready to hear you abuse the shit out of him.

"why so?" he pretends to frown sadly, leaning his head down to brush his nose against yours, it's it's affectionate action he finds himself doing with you at least once a day, first hesitantly then growing more confident as you seem to enjoy it.

if your eyes crinkling and lips spreading into a smile aren't a sign of you enjoying this then he doesn't know what it's supposed to mean.

"when did you go to sleep yesterday?"

"one-forty, why?" he pulls back a bit to watch how peaceful your face is. as your eyelids part to reveal your eyes, he smiles.

fyodor never smiles too big, it's always just the slightest quirks of his lips as if he's bashful and arrogant at the same time but that's okay because it only makes you more eager to make him smile more.

"the night before yesterday?"

"uh, at two something?" his eyes fall to your lips, staring discreetly before he looks up and acts as if his eyes had never stayed for a while too long on your lips.

"and the night before that?"

"dear, how do you know when i go to sleep?" he asks instead, raising his eyebrows playfully.

"sigma texts me." you flatly tell, watching his head tilt in confusion and with his head, his hair moves as well and oh, he's attractive.

of course you know fyodor is attractive and so are sigma and nikolai, you aren't blind or anything but when you begin to live with fyodor daily and see him every single day, the attractiveness is something you get used to until moments like this where he does the most mundane action and your breath hitches as you yet again realise just how good he looks.

"sigma texts me because nikolai tells him you aren't asleep." you explain slowly as if you are talking to a child which is ironic considering it's fyodor you are talking to.

but you don't know anything about him, do you?

this is one of the reasons why he likes you. you haven't involved yourself in petty gossips regarding him being your roommate yet and if you have heard rumours then you clearly don't let them get to you and how you treat him.

people with strong wills and ideals were always attractive in fyodor's eyes.

". . . how does nikolai know when i sleep?" fyodor furrows his eyebrows as he decides to focus on this weird part.

you shrug, "he's nikolai."

fyodor hates how this vague sentence is enough to describe everything nikolai does.

"so you want me to sleep early?" he simply asks as if this hasn't been weighing on your mind and heart, moving away from the back of the couch to come and sit on it and in this process, he pulls his hands back too which weirdly enough leaves you sad at this separation.

"try to. it's not harmful now but in the long term? deadly." you shrug to seem as if you are fine with whatever he decides to do while internally manifesting he decides to change this habit.

fyodor sits next to you and immediately, you lean your head on his shoulder which makes him smile to himself.

"i actually wanted advice." you whisper as you try to fidget with your hands but fyodor had guessed by now that this is a nervous habit and one you are ashamed of so to help you divert your mind away from whatever it is that's making you nervous, he grabs one of your hands and interlaces it with his, inserting his fingers between the gap in your own.

he doesn't speak but squeezes your hand to tell you to continue.

"yeah, so i have to talk about an assignment? my professor liked it and wanted me to share it with the other professors? but the thing is i can barely speak to my own professor without stuttering so i don't know how i am going to speak in a room with so many of them." you tell, sighing heavily after as you peak up at him pleadingly.

as if this one look isn't enough to make him go to war for you.

"how many professors will be there?" he asks and you have noticed by now that whenever he speaks in a quieter or lower tone, the russian accent of his becomes more obvious and you get everyone you ever met who has told you specific accents are fucking sexy but then again, anything fyodor does is sexy in your eyes and wow, that's a thought you should not be having about your roommate.

"four or five? i know they aren't that many and i might be being dramatic but even this small number makes me anxious. i don't do well in front of authority figures." you tell, smiling weakly at him, "i heard you are very good at conversations and stuff. any advice for me?"

fyodor narrows his eyes in thought and then tells you the easiest yet an effective trick, "try to imagine as if everyone in that room are people you hate and people you have no respect for."

"good advice but i don't hate anyone." you tell.

he blinks, once then twice as he's genuinely taken aback. "not a single person?"

"hate is a very strong feeling. if i don't fuck with someone, i just don't associate myself with them." you tell him, shrugging as you poke his cheek with your finger on a random urge to feel more of his skin under your fingers.

one thing must be noted. you are not someone who randomly acts on urges or a very touchy person either. so you behaving this way with fyodor keeps you up at some nights, makes you worried.

"that's very mature but in this context? doesn't help." he chuckles in what you think might be defeat and sighs soon, shaking his head as he presses his cheek more against your finger, "say, what if you imagine they are old people who don't know their stuff and you have to teach it to them or just go inside with a superior mentality."

"like you?" you snort and he rolls his eyes but agrees.

exactly like him. he would like it if you thought of him everywhere.

"or you can practise in front of me. if you can speak confidently in front of me then trust me you can speak in front of anyone." he says.

you think he's being too confident. this is why you turn your head to stare at his face and repeat his words teasingly but when he looks down at you at the same time, any and every word leaves your brain.

the lowering of his eyes to stare at your nose or perhaps your lips? — the way his eyelashes are visible even more to you and how pretty they look on his pale face which makes one take second and sometimes even third glances at him, the absence of a smile or kindness on his face which makes him look colder. untouchable.

fyodor is pretty. you have realised this many times till now but right now there is this untouchable aura to him which makes you somewhat nervous.

his words make so much sense. they are carved out of truth anyway.

"i will come to your room tonight?" you ask nervously, the intimidating sight of the man you had till now thought of as nice is surreal almost, makes you think how someone as attractive as him is single till now apart from the casual flings he mentioned having in the past.

"anytime you want." he breaths out, finally tearing his eyes away from your lips which you were constantly biting and nibbling on until now and he's weirded out by his own jealousy because he wants to nibble on them too and see if they are soft or if they make your knees buckle.

he thinks anything might make your knees buckle since he can't remember a single time your ex had made you cum. it's a displeasure to know such a beauty has gone without breaking apart to someone else's touch and feeling the euphoria from it.

it's also fucking irritating to know your ex had the fucking gall to only care about his pathetic pleasure and not your's.

fyodor is not a violent person. not at all.

fyodor 💀: you were barely holding back tears yesterday.

but God forbid if he ever sees your ex somewhere.

fyodor 💀: am i that scary?

me: you are, lol. ttyl, in class rn.

fyodor's reply is reacting with a thumbs up emoji and it makes you smile at how dry yet up to date his typing style is. you place your phone on the desk as you see your 'best friend' yuki approach your desk. you aren't really sure where you two stand since there is a lot of tension between you two but you will ignore them for now just like she is doing in favour of maintaining this friendship which you both treasure too much to let go of.

"hi," she waves, voice light like always. the kind which is not too loud but not too soft as well, somewhere between the right amount of firm and playful.

you smile, nodding as you scoot over for her to sit next to you watch people walk in. she doesn't sit next to you anymore because her boyfriend is in the same class and so, she sits next to him now despite sitting with you at first. as much as that stung at first, you can kind of understand why she would do it.

"what's up?" she grins freely which makes your smile turn a bit more natural too. it's as if nothing has changed between you two and as if the distance doesn't matter.

"my roommate is like helping me with my speech or something — the essay i wrote, remember?" you ask and continue only after she nods, "yeah so i am supposed to show it to the other professors too and maybe they are going to ask me questions? who knows, and like since i am super nervous about this, he suggested to help me but man, he's so scary when he's serious."

she chuckles, raising her eyebrows as if to say 'it can't be that bad'.

you shake your head, grinning, "it is. he was all serious and stuff and like listen — that was hot." you giggle like a schoolgirl at your own words but if there is someone you can be unfiltered with and as honest as you want to be, then it's yuki.

she snorts but urges you to continue using her hand.

"yeah, he was basically sitting there with one leg crossed over the other and all serious like, tilting his head every now and then. it makes me wonder how someone like fyodor is still single." you chuckle, looking at yuki who suddenly sounds more alert at the mention of your roommate's name.

your chuckle dies down as you grow a bit nervous, "what?"

"fyodor? as in fyodor dostoyevsky?" she asks, eyes widening as you nod and immediately she grasps your arms to make you listen.

"how on earth did you end up with that guy? he's not good news. do you even know what people say about him? he's someone you should stay away from." she's genuinely worried about you, that much is evident but the words she is speaking regarding the nice man you know better then her doesn't sit right with you.

so you slowly pry her hands away from your arms as you smile, shaking your head, "he's a nice guy."

yuki sighs harshly. "do you know what people say about him?"

"no?"

"lord, of course you don't." she rolls her eyes but before you could express your offence, she continues and does not bother to lower her voice or speak quietly, "he's an arrogant asshole and borderline manipulative. uses money to get stuff, if not money then he uses manipulation to get what he wants. he's fucking rude as hell and cold. thinks he's better than everyone else and i heard he got the professor's daughter in his bed and now blackmails him into giving him good grades. he's a bad guy."

you don't get the chance to defend fyodor against her superficial words because from the corner of your eye you see the familiar black boots just a few steps away from where you are sitting.

you look up slowly despite not wanting to. you don't want to look up and see what expression he is wearing right now because you are sure he hasn't been here to know the entire context and whatever he knows isn't pretty enough to hear.

your heart nearly stops as your eyes meet fyodor's who doesn't smile this time or offer a teasing smirk or wiggle of his eyebrows. he's standing there with a cold look on his face which is devoid of any emotions but you will never know this is how he normally looks at others. you were different. he treated you different because he genuinely thought you were not like the rest.

perhaps he expected too much.

your eyes trail down to the comfy coffee cup from the cafe you told him about in his hands. fyodor doesn't often drink coffee which has milk in it. you do. he brought it for you but what did he end up walking into?

your fucking friend gossiping about him.

narrowing his eyes in what you hope to be anger but are aware of it being disappointment, your shoulders slump as you look down to try to make yourself look smaller despite your mind screaming at you to explain this situation to him but something about doing it here in front of yuki and the others who have suddenly went quiet to whisper and stare at fyodor doesn't sit right with you. you both deserve privacy and you won't get it here or right now.

fyodor doesn't express any emotion as he places the coffee cup on the desk in front of your's and turns around, walking down the steps to leave this God forsaken classroom already, not looking back to glance at you.

he almost thinks he's acting immaturely. he wants to say to himself that it doesn't matter, that the rumours are a product of his own behaviour with others but he doesn't because he knows if he does then he will only end up gaslighting himself into accepting something that he should not.

no one has the right to speak shit about someone they know nothing about but for some reason everyone loves to have his name at the tip of their tongue.

he's the star student to some, heartthrob to others but a 'privileged fucker' to everyone.

no matter what he does, people talk about him.

it's almost as if he doesn't have any privacy or any right to privacy and he's only here for the entertainment of other people.

but fyodor endures it. frankly he does not care often times and during the times he does, he knows it's only a passing matter until someone or something else gradually gathers the interest of the students and being the new source of their endless gossips. and to be honest, the more people talk about him and paint this image of him, the easier it is for him to get his way with others.

but he genuinely did not want you to hear this stuff about him. he wanted to remain good in your eyes but now he's not sure what else your friend had told you before he arrived.

how's he any different from dazai now? he doesn't deserve to be in the same space as you either.

fyodor slows down as he turns to the corridor where his own class is for today, head tilted low because he can't ignore the pang in his heart any longer.

he feels hurt. betrayed even.

because he thought — still thinks — you are better than this and that petty rumours have no effect on you and how you treat others but you couldn't even look at him after hearing that stuff from your friend.

it's truly over now, isn't it?

you can't look at him, you tried to make yourself smaller as if uncomfortable with him around. how can he try to pretend as if everything is going to be okay when he's painfully aware of the change in you?

perhaps this hurts more than learning that you were probably gossiping with your friend about him and he doubts the previously mentioned reason is true. you don't strike him as the type to gossip about him.

maybe he needs to ask nikolai if he can crash at their place until he can change apartments or not since if you don't want to be near him, he won't force you.

he's going to quietly disappear because being far from you is less painful than being near and seeing you be uncomfortable around him.

you had been sadly staring at your feet the entire time ever since he left and when yuki tried to comfort you and apologise to you, you only shook your head and waved her off with a half muttered, "let's talk later yuks. not in the mood anymore. i need some time."

above mentioned girl looked as defeated as you as she went back to her seat in a different row and had constantly looked over at you even after the professor entered the class.

you had gone from staring at your feet to staring at the professor but she knew better then to think you were okay now. you were zoning out constantly and it was evident to her who had her eyes on your for the entirety of the lecture.

once the professor leaves the class, for the first time, yuki ignores her boyfriend calling for her and stands up to walk over to you and check on you again but you stand up at the same time, grabbing your phone and stuff as you quickly leave.

"what's wrong yuks?" her boyfriend calls, affectionately brushing his knuckles against her cheekbone and ever so sadly, she looks at him but shakes her head. not wanting to speak about you so freely to him even if he may be her boyfriend and partially because she's not sure what's happening either, nor about where you and fyodor stand and what's your relationship with each other.

you aren't sure of any of that either but one thing that's clear and blaring like red alarms inside your mind is the need to find fyodor and fix everything. you would have done it earlier had you been more courageous.

but it's better late than never, right?

you are going to find him and make everything clear, let it be known you would never hurt him (because the nonchalant look on his face haunts more than any hurtful word spoken ever could, it's as if he was used to it and was waiting for you to do exactly that) because hurting him means hurting a part of you.

this friendship is too dear to you to be broken now.

it's not about being on good terms with a roommate now. it's about making sure fyodor doesn't get the wrong impression of you — you would cut open your own wrist before thinking of doing that.

you bite on your thumb, the habit you picked on from fyodor as the elevator goes up to your floor in an excruciatingly slow pace. you look down at your fingers, realising you probably picked this habit from fyodor as well. he's everywhere now.

how can you hurt someone who is always at the back of your mind?

'hurt'. this one word is repeating in your mind like crazy, it's making you go insane. you aren't sure if you should sit down in this elevator and cry out or slam your head against a wall.

the elevator door opens and you bolt out, running towards your apartment as you fish out the keys from your bag with shaky hands and open it, closing the door behind you with a slam.

you throw your bag on the couch on the way to your and fyodor's room and stop in front of his room where you go blank.

now what?

you were in a frenzy to reach here in fear of missing fyodor if you do not hurry despite knowing he won't go anywhere. it just felt if you didn't hurry, you would regret it greatly.

you stare at the door as you wonder if he's even inside because you didn't care enough to check if he's even home first or not.

there's a giddy kind of ache in your stomach due to your own anxiety and nerves going crazy because of the bad and ill thoughts in your mind but along with that, your heartbeat is painfully slow and loud.

with your mind being broken in two with one part being more impulsive, saying you to barge in and the other being more ashamed and telling you to leave it, to lie to yourself to come back once you gather more courage — you aren't sure what to do.

you clench your eyes shut in frustration before opening them again, hand on the doorknob.

push it and enter inside. it's simple. in theory. practically you can not bring yourself to do it because how are you going to face fyodor?

"oh for fucks sake." you grumble in anger at yourself and your situation, a random burst of anger travels through your veins and gives you the boost to open the door.

after which, you kind of freeze again, realising you aren't as ready for this now as you thought you would be.

but the door is already open and you can see fyodor sitting at the edge of his bed, on a phone call as he looks up and the moment your eyes meet his, your shoulders tense up.

"hang on sigma, i will call you in a while." fyodor softly says as he ends the call while never once taking his eyes off of you as if through his eyes alone, he's asking you why you are here?

you rub your palms against your jeans as they are sweaty, shifting your body weight from one foot to another while you quietly mumble out, "may i come in?"

"go on." fyodor smiles in what seems like malice or cold amusement but you do not find it in you to take offence. not when he's sitting in front of you and looking so pretty.

you take small steps into the room as if waiting for him to change his mind and tell you to leave but he never does. he doesn't speak either. only stares at you with interest.

". . you left." you whisper.

"you didn't ask me to stay either." his reply may be true but it's painful too. you visibly flinch which makes him feel somewhat bad about being honest but he can't help it. if you can't hear the truth then that's something you need to work on.

"i felt it would be of no use. it would look like i am only apologising because you ended up hearing it at that time." you begin nervously, not looking at him because you are not sure if you can speak as clearly as you are doing now if you look at his face and see what expression he has on right now.

fyodor tilts his head, tucking his hair behind his ear as he hums. disinterested.

"i want to apologise — not because i want to be this nice person or something but because i genuinely feel bad and i never wanted to hurt you fyodor." you whisper, fiddling with your fingers.

"why not?" he asks not in a harsh manner or anything of that sort but in plain curiosity as if he really wants to know why you don't want to hurt him.

"you don't deserve it." you say, finally looking up to see the same smile on his face with eyebrows cocked up in amusement. if you were in any other situation, you would feel irritated or humiliated at his nonchalance but right now, all you feel is dread so you continue desperately, "i am being for real right now. i didn't want to hurt you. i mentioned you to my friend for the first time and she ended up mentioning you. we were not talking shit about you — i wouldn't let anyone around me talk bad about you but these are all excuses and the truth is that i am fucking sorry. seriously, i am really sorry."

fyodor almost feels bad at how nervously you are speaking and how your voice is getting more and more desperate the longer you speak but the sick part of him finds you adorable when you are being like this. he wants to pick you up in his arms and gobble you up.

he also wants to ignore the warmth spreading through his heart at your apology because you are standing here, proving to him that he was right about you from the beginning. you aren't the type to talk bad about him. how dare he even assume such for a moment?

you continue to stare at fyodor as you speak but don't realise or notice how the cold amusement melts from the ends of his lips and they curve up more softly compared to before now.

"i am sorry, fyodor. i don't want you to think i talk about you behind your back — i don't. today was the first day i mentioned you to my friend. i will make sure she comes and apologises to you too. i don't want you to forgive me because of my apology, i just want you to know i am ashamed and i won't ever do anything to hurt you because you are so special to me." you tell, basically confess without realising.

but fyodor does. he sits up straight, the smile growing amused once again as he asks you, "special? how so?"

"don't mess with me right now dostoyevsky!" you snap, glaring at him without any anger but still, you answer, "you know exactly how special you are to me."

"no, i don't." he answers like the brat he is, shrugging as he stands up to step towards you, "tell me why i am so special to you?"

"because you are dear to my heart and me." you whisper, distracted by how he steps closer to you, he ends up towering over you and while you have done this many times previously too, this time as you step back from him, you can feel the electricity sparkling in the air.

"am i?" he mumbles as he takes another step closer but you don't step back, letting him step all inside your personal space as you nod.

"you are a person i genuinely want to keep close to me even in the future once we graduate. i may be speaking big right now and in the future we may not even look at each other but right now? right now i feel like if my fuck up ends up breaking our friendship apart, it will crush me." you confess.

"dear, do you feel so strongly for all your friends?" he asks, eyes dropping to your lips before he quickly snaps out of whatever thoughts led his eyes to stray away, looking into your eyes again.

you pause for a short while because yes, while you would still hate to hurt any of your other friends and let misunderstandings come in your friendships, you do not think you would be as desperate as you were with him.

with the way you were acting, it felt as if you would die if you didn't talk to fyodor as soon as possible.

you shake your head.

"no? you don't?" fyodor mockingly raises his eyebrows because he needs you to say it and if you won't do it willingly, he will coax it out of you.

"i don't." you agree quietly, staring at him with this defeated gaze which feels like hundreds of needles piercing his heart.

he leans his face closer to brush the tip of his nose against yours and watches how you close your eyes, mumbling, "i don't act this way with them. it's only you. because you are different from them. don't compare yourself to them. they are dear to me but not dearer than you."

throughout your confession, only once did fyodor feel like he should stop you before you could say something you would regret or something you do not understand yourself but the selfish part of him wanted to hear it all and ends up winning because fyodor is a selfish man when it comes to you.

whatever you have to offer, he will greedily accept.

"careful now. you keep on speaking this way and i will end up doing something i won't like." he might have whispered this lightly but the threat and request in his words are very much evident to you.

your eyes, for a short moment which feels too long for you, falls to fyodor's lips and there's this weird thought in your mind of how it would feel to have his lips against yours.

your eyes quickly shoot up in panic to stare into his narrowed eyes again. he looks like he's refraining from speaking more or doing more and as you continue to stare at sweet fyodor, you realise it.

no matter what you two do or don't do, this is the turning point of your relationship with him. what things once were might continue to exist in fragments or in majority from this point on but they won't be as things once were.

gulping down your fears, you listen to the craving of your body for fyodor and whisper, "do what fyodor? what are you trying to hold back?"

fyodor wants to close his eyes and rest his head against your shoulder, maybe even offer you a knife to take his heart out of his chest but he only stares at you like the way he usually does. softly and fondly.

"the urge to kiss you." he mumbles in this otherwise quiet room, as if he's heard your own thoughts and decided to speak them himself so you won't have to ponder much on the ones in your mind.

you purse your lips as you continue to stare at him like you are waiting for him to ruin you. like how ruined and wicked he is himself and then you utter out your next words which are like the sweet punishment one hands out to a sinner.

"is the thought of kissing me that bad?"

"no — no," he breathes out as he grabs your arms to hold you in place as if you are going to run away despite you both knowing you won't, not from him, "it's nice — addicting even. it's something i have thought of countless times and it's messing with my brain. you mess with my brain."

a ghost of a smile hangs down from your lips as you hear his words. "does this mean you forgive me?"

he blinks as if he has forgotten all about the reason you two are here right now and when he does remember, he chuckles quietly. the sound sends shivers down your spine.

"you brat — you absolute brat," fyodor tightens his grip on your arms to drag you over to his bed, "you will be forgiven if you can give your little speech without mistakes and if there are mistakes? i will spank you."

his words make you flush in something which you are sure is not embarrassment and that's confusing because isn't the thought of your roommate saying this supposed to make you creep out and not make you shy?

"why? didn't you say you wanted to be spanked?" fyodor continues but takes two steps back, letting his hands fall to his side as he is giving you the option of backing away if you want to. there's an apology ready at the tip of his tongue as well in case you decide you don't want to go ahead with this or don't want to get intimate with him.

you surprise him along with yourself when you purse your lips again while staring at him then take a step back to sit down while staring at fyodor.

something about this eye contact makes his cock twitch in his pants.

"i think music plays a very strong part in influencing a spectator's emotions and mood while watching a play." you begin in such a way which makes him grin at the prospect of having to fish for errors in your cute little attempt but you make it very easier with your next words, "but i want to say — fuck the speech. i can't think about anything else when fyodor dostoyevsky is hurt because of me and possibly angry too."

he takes a step forwards, kneels in front of you with his hands on your knees which he parts easily to lean between them, whispering, "is this fyodor dostoyevsky a bad person?"

you shake your head but he kisses his teeth, slapping you thigh which isn't painful enough for you to react so you smile.

"use your words dear." he instructs.

"no. he isn't a bad guy."

"is he rude?"

"no." you gasp as he grabs the underside of your thigh to flip you over because neither did you think he possessed the strength to do so and nor do you think your answer is wrong.

"up," he mumbles as he taps your ass, standing behind you and once you do, arching your back in the process, he delivers a somewhat soft spank to your ass which doesn't make you hiss but gasp due to the surprise and the realisation that your roommate fyodor is spanking you right now.

"i am a very rude guy, angel." he tells you as he leans over you, chest pressing against your back as he encircles your stomach with his arms, palms pressed flat against your stomach being dragged down till they fiddle with the button of your pants.

"not to me." you snap more shakily than what you might have liked but it's hard to maintain your composure when your eyes can't even move away from his lithe fingers unbuttoning your pants before he begins to push them down, past your hips till they lay pooled against your knees.

"oh fuck," he breaths out and you close your eyes, knowing he can see the immediate wet patch on your lacey panties — the same ones he had seen the very first time he came to this apartment — caused by him cursing as he straightens up.

in your defence, it's because you have never heard fyodor curse and so you took him for the type who never does until he did it right now, the russian accent had somehow became more evident when he spoke the curse.

"i think you are a really smart guy," you begin, only to pause to give way to a whimper as his hand strikes down again. hardly.

in awe, fyodor watches the skin of your ass turn a darker shade and then looks up to see your reaction. your eyes are closed as you are biting down on your lower lip as you realise you might like being spanked a tad bit too much.

"did i say you could stop?" he tsks, smacking again and grinning at the wet patch on your panties grow bigger in size.

"do you think i believe you slept with some professor's daughter for grades when i know how —" your voice wavers, a moan replacing it as you feel his lips on the skin he spanked, looking over your shoulder to see him kissing it in apology, "— fucking smart you are? be more logical, fyodor!"

he peaks up to stare at you when you whine out, raising his eyebrows as he does not take his lips away from the skin of your ass when he says, "you are complaining now?"

you immediately shake your head, feeling way too affected by this attractive gesture as you look ahead again, this time mumbling to yourself, "can't i complain? aren't i a human too—"

the words die when fyodor grabs the underside of your thigh again to pull you down, flat on your stomach as he moves away.

you turn around, leaning up on your elbows to look at him in surprise because he's standing straight, staring at you while poking his inner cheek using his tongue, "brat. tell me, do you want me to fuck it out of you? is that what you want, hm?"

throat drying at the dirty words which you never thought fyodor is capable of speaking and in such a rough, raspy voice too, you soundlessly nod.

"pants off." he demands and you obey without a second thought, kicking your legs to get it off of you. your jeans fall on the floor with a soft thud and fyodor climbs on the bed, spreading your legs more to kneel between them. "do you know how insane this is?"

"you being between my legs?" you dumbly ask, voice shaky and too weak for your liking.

"precisely." he chuckles, watching in amusement as more wetness gushes out of you to wet your panties, "do you have a voice kink?"

you shrug, breathing heavily. he hums, placing his hands on your knees as he slowly drags them upwards towards your thighs, then to the edge of your panties and towards the hem of them. he pauses, looking up, "may i?"

"please — yes, please do." you stutter, biting down on your lip to create the most enticing sight fyodor dostoyevsky has seen yet as you watch him pull down the lacey piece down your thighs to your knees till he lets them lay pooled at one of your ankles.

"fuck." he curses again as he stared at your bare cunt now in the open for him to admire and devour, folds glistening wet as your hole pushes out more arousal.

fyodor gulps, leaning down towards your cunt as he only admires it at first. using his fingers to touch your clit which makes you jolt. it's one thing to be the one touching yourself, it's a completely different sensation when your hands are by your side and someone else does the touching. it's more exciting because it's fyodor, less nervous because again, it's with fyodor.

his lithe finger traces down your wet folds as if admiring the lines of an artwork, then spreads them to stare at your hole, gaping and wet as if crying out for him.

fyodor dives in, licking a long stripe from down to top. he peeks up from between your thighs to check on your reaction but you are laying with your palm over your mouth which he takes as a challenge.

he leans down to kiss your clit once. then twice before he parts his lips to engulf it, tongue flicking the bundle of nerves continuously while his index finger rubs at your fold to gather some of the wetness on his finger to work as lube, slowly entering the finger inside you.

at this you moan out loudly, thighs nearly snapping shut with his head still between them but he doesn't let you, free hand holding onto one of your thighs to keep it pinned to the bed.

your legs are shaking because of the continuous assault against your clit while his finger slowly pumps in and out. this difference in paces is making you lose your mind along with the burning inside of you to have fyodor closer. more closer.

as close as physically possible.

he can feel your walls tightening around the single digit and it makes him wonder how long has it been since you touched yourself if this much is enough to immediately bring you to the brink.

he lets you have this one orgasm. the rest you'll have to beg for.

he pulls back to stare at your glossed out eyes, snickering as he slaps your cunt to bring you back to reality, relishing in your gasp and body jolting, "wakey wakey."

you whine, placing your hands over your eyes to cover them but he leans closer, grabbing your wrists to pull them away from your eyes and towards his crotch. hard. twitching for you.

you lick your lips just in case some drool escapes because you aren't sure if you are not salivating right now.

fyodor looks down to see you fumble with his belt, trying to pull it out of the loops as quickly as you can but with your shaky hands it's hard to. so, he places his hand on top of your's, helping you to pull the belt out and tossing it to some corner of the room, guiding you to unzip his pants and help him take it off along with his boxers.

once both the articles of clothes are pooled by his ankles, he harshly kicks them off, the impatience finally seeming out of the cracks in his otherwise perfect mask and immediately leans down to attach his lips to your clothed breast, but groans against it, "bra?"

he asks so sadly which makes your lips quirk up as you nod, leaning up again to help him take it off of you but fyodor doesn't have the patience he usually does anymore, not when his cock is out in the open, leaking precum onto his tip.

he barely lifts your blouse up to remove it, letting it stay between your collarbones and removed enough to expose your bra cladded tits. his hand moves behind you to unstrap the bra with only that feels like a flick of his wrist.

when your bra is loose enough, he pulls it and throws it away as if touching the fabric will burn his skin, looking back at you with hooded eyes and a feral smirk, so unlike everything he has offered until now.

you take this time to look at his cock, pretty and flushed and glossed with need.

"you going to put it in— oh fuck — !" you moan out, eyes closing as the breathe is literally stolen from your lungs in a rude manner with how quickly fyodor grabbed his cock and slammed it inside you without any warnings or heads-up whatsoever.

you take a few deep breaths, getting ready to tell him how it made you nearly jump but the sight on top of you of fyodor panting with gritted teeth eats up your words.

"what fucker did you date?" he pants, dark eyes fixing on you as he thinks he should've coaxed out a few more orgasms before entering himself since your walls immediately wrap around his length tightly and he has to be very slow and gentle while pushing himself in, "couldn't even get this sweet girl to get used to a cock."

it took you a long while to realise he had meant your cunt when he used the endearment and it only makes you clench tighter around him.

he hisses as he slowly begins to thrust in and out of you with your whimpers leaving one after the another of "fyodor please move" and "fyodor, oh fuck please."

he leans down to kiss his way up and around your breast, not touching your nipple or the areola area yet because watching your nipples harden up because of the air and his small kisses is way more entertaining and arousing.

you look at him again, seeing the silver chain glimmer around his neck and curiosity gets the best of you so you pull it out from under his shirt.

"oh. i thought this was a cross." it's not, it's just a plain silver chain.

your eyes roll back as fyodor slaps against your cunt, his other hand pulling at one of your nipples simultaneously as he chuckles, "naughty girl, talking about crosses while i am fucking you. do you need me to teach you what's appropriate and what's not?"

his hands grab your thigh to spread them against the bed, his knees against them as they dig into the bed while he thrusts in and hard then pulls out quickly.

pushing in and then pushing out as wet sounds resonate around the room along with the sound of your skins slapping. he grabs your legs to make you wrap them around his slim waist and you nearly scream out as the urge to have him as close as possible is somewhat getting fulfilled. you tighten your legs around his waist while his hands go down to grab your ass, lifting it up to create a deeper angle to thrust in you.

his tip hits a spongy spot, once then twice and immediately you cum around him. he pauses to lean down to kiss your nipple before sucking on it hard, releasing it with a loud and hard pop.

he presses his tongue against your nipple flat and then flickers it like he did at your clit, slowly beginning to thrust in and out of you again. his attention to only one breast makes you hot and bothered so you bring your hand up to fiddle with the other one, whining and mumbling at the same time, "fondle them please — touch me, do anything you want to but touch me."

fyodor laughs and looks down to watch the base of his dick have a cream ring around it and then up at your fucked out expression and yet you are still begging for his touch.

he leans down to let his chain dangle in front of your face and although dazed, you tilt your head to bite at his chain, tugging at it to pull fyodor closer.

"forgiven?" you pant out once he's close enough for your lips to brush against his. this is dangerous, you are basically taunting him. you never thought you would provoke someone — him specifically — so much in bed but something about his demeanour right now makes you want to be the brat he wants to fuck out of you.

"best apology i have ever got." he sighs fondly before muttering a few curses in his mother tongue as he lets his head fall, resting it next to yours while the grip on your ass tightens while his thrusts pick up their face and this is probably the third time your walls are tightening around him in the span of a few minutes.

you moan, head tilting while you close your eyes, feeling his tip hit against the same spongy spot again and again in harsh, hard and fast thrusts which makes you immediately cum.

you nearly sob out as he pulls out of you, gripping his cock as he pumps it for a few seconds before cumming all over your stomach.

for perhaps a minute, you two don't speak or do anything in favour of catching your breath and then, once you do not feel lighthearted or the need to sob because of the emptiness from him pulling out of you, you lean up as you support your weight on your elbows, looking down at the artwork of his cum all over your stomach and a bit of it on your breast, "clean freak fyodor is messy. who knew?"

"i can get very messy, angel." he smirks in exhaustion but chokes on his breath, whimpering — fyodor dostoyevsky actually whimpers at the sight of you scooping his cum with your index finger and tasting it, tilting your head as you smile.

"what? you don't want me to clean up after my mess?"

"that's my cum?"

"it's on me so it's my mess." you correct and he chuckles in what you think must be shyness.

"keep talking like this and i will leave more messes on you." he grumbles after a minute or so.

#— uni!fyodor #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x you #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostovesky x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd fyodor

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love2poetry · 1 year ago

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loml

⤷ mcu!peter parker x artsy!reader

𝜗𝜚. . . synopsis. you are both peter's love and loss of his life

𝜗𝜚. . . general tag. mostly fluff & some angst

.ᐟ. . . content warnings. if you see any grammar mistakes, keep them to yourself pls thx<3 might be cringe tbh

♫⋆｡ our field of dreams, engulfed in fire your arson's match your somber eyes and i'll still see it until i die, you're the loss of my life

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ sophia's letter ! i wrote this as it's raining and can you guess what scented candle i have lighting? 😝 anyway i went through a depressive episode for no reason so i took a hiatus, but i might be back for the summer. i often go through another one when school starts so im gonna do the most now. i was thinking of making a part two for this using 'peter' but idk. anyway, HIIII NEW GRACIE ALBUM THIS WEEK RAGHH

prequel

wc. 1,926

spring had just began, more warm days after months of freezing cold weather. today, however, seemed to be one of the few cold, rainy days february had left. you had finished homework earlier today, always wanting to have your weekends free as much as you can, so you decided to occupy your mind with something else more calming.

after finishing the last of your ap psychology assignment, you walked to your kitchen and made yourself a quick matcha. as you measured the green powder into your cat mug - a lovely gift peter got you because one of the cats in the bug is a calico, like your own cat - a thud was heard from your room. it was followed by an 'ow' quickly after, causing a small smile to form on your lips.

peter.

at the sudden noice, autumn, your calico cat, run cautiously out of your room. after finishing your matcha with some creamer, you also walked to your room.

peter looked towards the door upon sensing you. his spidey sense usually only triggered when danger was near, however, when it came to you, peter was able to feel you. he couldn't describe it, but there was something in you that made him feel safe. it was a warm feeling that ran down his spine, and maybe it was because he was in your room, but he could also smell the vanilla lotion you love to use. everything about you made him feel like he was engulfed by a soft blanket.

so it was no surprise that the first thing peter did was offer you a smile. you automatically smile back of course. how could you not when he looks at you like that, like he was going to somehow bring you the moon he often photographed because it made him think of you.

'it's raining,' peter pointed with a boyish grin. the obvious pitter patter coming from your windows made you tilt your head playfully. 'you don't say.'

peter patrolled the streets of new york everyday as his alter ego, spider-man. but on days like this, he likes to use the weather as an excuse to come see you earlier instead. he has a build in heater in his suit of course, but in his opinion it doesn't work as well as a good cuddling season with you.

peter sets his masks down on your night stand. 'cuddles?'

you took a sip of your matcha as you walked to your desk. 'i have to work on my portfolio.' you heard him walk to your dresser that sat on the corner of your room where you had a drawer with his clothes to change to after patrol. 'i thought you were done with it?'

'yea, it's just,' your fingers glossed over your sketches. junior year was ending and soon college applications will start. it had been your dream to attend the art school of chicago, and now that applications are around the corner, you want to make sure everything is perfect. 'it doesn't feel complete.'

once peter was out of his wet suit and into his favorite pair of bright pink hello kitty pants matched with a plain white tee, he sneaked his arms around you, taking your comforting scent in. you felt him place a kiss in your hair, 'i think it's perfect.'

you turn to look at him with an unimpressed expression. his smile widens and he can't fight the urge to kiss you any longer. peter gently presses his lips into yours. he's always been delicate with his kisses, especially after being spider-man. you knew it was his way to ground himself after a day of fighting criminals, so you let him be as soft as he needed.

you loved it that way. you loved him that way.

peter pulls away first. 'i have some photos i took last week. you could draw some if you need.'

peter's hobby went hand in hand with your art. thanks to being spider-man, he was able to take some shots of new york no one else would be able to obtain, and he often let you sketch them, so often that half of his storage is pictures he takes for you to draw. the other half is probably of you.

you hum in agreement, still looking into peter's eyes. you have never loved brown as much as you do now.

'tomorrow.' peter took your mug in one hand, then used the other to hold your hand while he drag you over to bed. 'today, we cuddle.' he set your bug on the night stand.

you smile. 'okay.'

you two settled under your warm covers with you closest to your mug incase you want a sip, but before you could find a comfortable position, peter stood up, muttering a quick 'wait!'.

you frown, but understood what he was doing when he pulled a lighter from your drawer in the night stand. he lit up the candle that rested on top. apple pumpkin. you bought a few pumpkin scented candles last fall, and peter grew to love this specific one. he wasn't a fan of scented candles because of his enhanced smell, but this one was subtle enough for him to enjoy without getting a headache.

once peter returned to bed, he wrapped his arms around your waist with his head on your chest. he slightly tilted his head to plant a kiss into your skin. 'i love you.'

his whispered confession filled you with butterflies. you don't know what you did to be lucky enough to love this boy in your arms, let alone be loved back by him. one of your hands wrapped around his back, while the other caressed his check, slightly squishing his face. his chuckles echoed in the room along the rain when you started kissing his face.

two kisses on his right check, two more on the left, three on his forehead, and one on the bridge of his nose.

'i love you more.'

a bright smile stayed on peter's face as he shook his head. 'that's not possible.' your smile matched his, 'i think it is. no, i know it is.'

'i love you most.' before you could disagree, you felt his hands sneak under your shirt, cutting you off by tickling your sides. you squeak in surprise and try to squirm away. your laughter fills peter's ears, 'okay! i can't breathe!'

peter paused his movements and you inhale to suggest, 'we both love each other equally.'

peter makes a thinking face. 'i'll let you have this win,' he rolled his eyes playfully before settling in your arms again.

the two of you stayed intertwined in bed until you felt peter's breathing slow down, indicating he had fallen asleep. his weight was on your side now, but looking down at him you decided you wanted to engrave this moment forever.

swiftly, you reached for the small sketchbook you keep on your night stand. thankfully, you had left a pencil there too. you sat up slightly, making sure not to disturb peter's slumber. his arms tighten around you making you freeze, but the light snores coming from peter tell you he is still deep in his sleep.

you find a clean page and begin drawing shapes until you like how they all sit together. you move to the face proportions, not focusing on shading yet. your hand makes the hair part look effortless, and it may be from the many times you've drawn these curls. moving back to the face, you use your finger to blend the lines better.

finishing the rough draft, your focus goes to the nose, moving to the freckles you have memorized.

'stalker.'

peter's deep voice caused a blush to creep into your cheeks. it wasn't the first time peter caught you drawing him, he has seen the many sketches and paintings you've done of him, but you still shy way when his eyes follow every detail of him you've embedded into your mind.

if only you knew peter feels the same. to know the person he loves more than anything has memorized him, his body and soul, fills him with an indescribable feeling. he does the same with his camera. most of his photos are moments you've shared together that he wants to remember forever.

peter not having storage on his phone from all the candid pictures he has of you is his version of when you learned to draw the lines that form around his eyes when he smiles.

'shut up,' you nudge your leg against his. there's smiles on both of your faces as peter snuggles closer to you.

the room is rather dark by now, only the candle peter had previously lit and another lamp you always have create a cozy atmosphere. the warm glow of the lamp reaches your features enough for peter to see and he takes his time to draw his own painting of you in his mind.

the flickering flame of the candle mixing with the apple pumpkin scent ignite a perfect portrait of peter you ache to fabricate, you take a mental picture for later.

you could be here with peter for all time.

neither of you knew that it was only momentary.

peter climbed through the window, a plastic bag in hand. he pulled his mask off, wet hair falling over his eyes.

the loud thunder from outside shook his apartment. it started raining earlier that day, so peter decided to cut his patrolling short. he hadn't done it in a while.

his body was freezing from the harsh wind that he old suit would have kept him warm from. he walked towards a basket full of his clothes that sat in a corner, that was his dresser for the time being, and grabbed a gray shirt.

when peter picked up the shirt, he caught a glimpse of what once were a bright magenta hello kitty bottoms, is now a dull shade of pink. with a sinking feeling, peter decided to put them on as well.

he made it to his twin size bed where he left the bag and took out the single purchase he made.

a small scented candle. apple pumpkin.

once lit, he set it on the small dining table his studio apartment came with. he stared at it until the soft scent filled his nose. his throat closes when memories of you that are still imprinted in his mind come back. peter feels his left eye twitch as tears threaten to spill, but he refuses to cry.

he can't afford a breakdown. he has no one to turn to anymore. peter doesn't know if he can pick himself back up if he breaks. it was easier with tony because he had may and friends who cared about him. but especially because he had you.

now may is gone, he's a stranger to his friends, and every detail of peter you had memorized has been erased.

peter turns back to his bed and pulls the covers to get in. he continues to stare at the flame emotionless, slowly dissociating from his lonesome.

even after everything, peter can't comprehend how you could go from perfectly drawing the creases on his lips without a reference to not even remembering his name.

do you still have those pieces of him?

do you still draw him even now like it is muscle memory?

is he in your dreams like you are in his?

you will continue to occupy peter's mind until the day being spider-man finally kills him. you were his deepest love, and now his greatest loss.

#୧ ‧₊˚ 🏹 ⋅ 𝕾𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐀 𝕭𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒 #୧ ‧₊˚ 🎀 ⋅ 𝕾𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐀 𝖂𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 #୧ ‧₊˚ 🍰 ⋅ 𝕾𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐀 𝖂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 #peter parker x you #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #mcu!peter x reader #mcu!peter parker #loml taylor swift #peter parker blurb #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #no way home #peter parker angst

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wildglitch · 1 year ago

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Spider-man x Batfam Prompt's

Ok so lately I have seen a lot of "Spidy goes to gotham and gets adopted fics" probably cause of Dark Matter by mysterycyclone cause like, duh, that fic is a goddamn masterpiece. But I feel like a lot of them are sort of the same thing with diffrent fonts ans it feels a bit saturated. Not all of them...but most of them.

Am I saying that there needs to be less of these fics? Hell no! Keep writing them please. I just feel like there could be more variety is all.

I suggest maybe try one of these ideas out

1: Peter going straight to the Batfam or other heros (dosent always have to be Batfam) and they try to work together on how to get him home, while slowly realizing "omg, your life is terrible! We want to help you, we do, but maybe we shouldnt and try to give you a better life here. Then its just a moral delema on what to do as they get to know the spider child.

2: maybe another Spider-man is the one that goes to Hotham like Andrew or Toby. Insted of being sent home at the end of NWH, they where accidentally sent to the DCU. Or maybe one of the Spider verse characters or a cartoon version of the character. Dosent always need to be Toms Spider-man.

3: on that same note. Please give more love to What If...Zombies Peter. You guys have no Idea the amount of angst and "haha, my world ended and im fine" potental there is. And you can have the other surviving member also be there as they look for eachother (characters that "survived* (no one survived that episode) are Peter, King T'challa, Scott Lang+cape, and Ig Bruce Baner/Hulk, and Bucky Barnes since we never saw them get turned or eaten) just think about Spidey and the Batfam investigating a lab or sometbing and all of a sudden they find floating head Scott in a crate. Everyone if scared shitless while Peter is crying tires of joy as he moves to hug the floating head. Think about that and tell me Im not on to something here.

4: Have the fic start our like halfway through. Maybe skip him getting to Gotham and have him be there for a few months already or something. This will help with adding more crack fics.

5: Maybe have the fic be that Peter is there for a while, he knows everyone, they know him, they might or might not know the identitys but they trust eachother. And Peter has been looking for a way home and he finally finds it! But... he accidentally brings some of the Batfam with him. So now its the Batfams turn to learn to live in the MCU with help of Spidy and they finally understand so much about him, how he lived, and vigilanties he knows (team red!) As they learn the history and pubilc opinion or Spider-man and the world.

6: Just a react to fic. Yk, those fics where they're stuffed in a room and forced to watch something? Yeah. Have the Dark Matter cast stuffed in a room and watch some MCU clips. It dosent even have to be some magic forth wall bull shit if you dont like that. In chapter 44, Peter and co. are said to be going back to the cave, and Peter still have is suit. Canonically, Karen records everything. Maybe Peter ends up so tired he dosent even want to try to explain everything. So he just hooks up Karen to the computer and and has her show them everything from the suits recordings to security cameras and news reports, to the memes and videos spiderman fans have made.

7: have the Justice League get involed cause "Hes to bright to be one of yours Bruce!" And have him be a honorary member of the league of have them put him on Young Justice. Peter gets adopted by Batfam? Yes. Peter becomeing Bffs with the Young Justice kids and actually forming normal relationships with kids his age? Also yes.

Do I have more? Probably but Im too lazy for it rn

If you for some reason use one of my ideas, pls tag me and maybe credit me for the original idea (but I mostly want to be able to find the fic if you do make it ( o_o) )

Who knows, I might just write some of these myself if I ever get the motivation lol

#writing prompt #fanfic writers #fanfic #spider man #batfam #marvel mcu #mcu #dcu #dc universe #peter parker #dark matter #crossover #crossover fic #fic ideas #please #I have had some on these ideas in my head for so long now TvT #send asks

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sparkbugs · 2 years ago

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Ep 105 of jrwi liveblog!! My thoughts and reactions under the cut :3

The psa is so real good on you jay

Skip to like 20 mins in cause I forgor to write-

The egg joke was great LMAO. Also BIRD BIRD :D also. They left the tortle to die???? Oopsie I fucking guess??

Underground town :o chip pls just follow bird bird mannnn

I’m still so worried about Early Drey and Finn on the boat oh my goddddddd (THANK GOD THE SHIP IS SAFE WAA)

NEW NPC WIRH ART OHGHDHHS I LOVE HER??? Whomst are you… pink smithy lady… OHGGGGGG TRICELLE ROLFAERA YOU ARE ALSO GORGEOUS

Bird bird my bestie… they better save everyone on this island man like I get it’s their home but they don’t need to be stuck here anymore

HOLYYY SHITTT 7’2… who is this… artists I kiss u /p you’re so fuckin talented and the art you’ve made is so so pretty

IGNEOUS!!! IVE SEEN ART OF THIS BOY OH HES RAINBOW HES SO COOOOL

LMAO GILLION THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU <3

This woman. I want to be her friend.. ZAMIA :D BE MY FRIEND PLS YOURE SO COOL

I love how they’re arguing in front of these people LMAOOO “you lot are crazy, man” yea igneous. They’re a bit insane but it’s ok!!

“We’re the weird kind of pirates that throw our money off the boat and save things” 💀 yea well.

Well they’re gonna go beat up bad pirates that are killing these people and something bars gonna happen cause when does it ever go right!!! Haha. Ha. (Referencing a Spoiler I know that happens but I have no idea When it happens)

Group huddle moment!! Bring all these people on the ship I don’t care :) save them all somehow

Gilly nugget of wisdom. He’s smart I agree with him

There’s a lot :( just. Aaaag

God taking out the corruption on their own is going to be. Terrible.

Yeaaa gillion you. Need to stop dying please <3

GILLION JUST LIKE ME FR brother you cannot save everyone I understand. I get it man but you cannot save everyone you have to look out for yourself

Hallow spell :o time to google what the spell means- aw hell yea protection spot

GOO DRAGON… chip praying? Never thought I’d see the day- oh he. Corrupted nvm

PRETZEL PLUSH ON THE FLOOR OF GRIZZ ROOM - SHE !!!!!! I think so anyway- SHE MOVED

Whomst was taken. They’re gonna get her back

Oh they have a boss that was taken :(

Just noticed puppy behind grizz :o they eepin

Zamia :( SO MANY SAPPHICS IN JRWI I love them all.

“We’re gonna help as best as we can but we also need help getting around here” seems like a reasonable request as they brought Knock back anyways.

Zamia I love you already :( you deserve the world, y’all gonna get out of here don’t worry

RABBIT! RABBIT!!!! And fox… ogghhdjs everyone on this island. They’re my favorites ever.

GIVE AWAY THE PANTS!!! QUEEN YEAHHH MAKE THEM NEW CLOTHES :D give them hope. This is so good I love this sm

Petlen!!! Trinket friend. MAGIC ROCK! Rock. Love rocks… OMG GIVE THEM FOODS FEED THEMSSS

HAJDJDISH switch blade.. AWEJDIS PETLEN :( I love them

ALICE? What how do you say her name. Smithy… “I saw you smithing from across the room” yeah I would’ve said that too tbh

CHIP FINALLY GETS STUDDED LEATHER GIVE HIM BETTER ARMOR HOLY SHIT!!!

This is we’re Knock gets the “yuh” from too-

DOES SHEBSAY ANYHING ELSE LMAOOOO I love her

Uh ohs. Jay. The map!!!! Huh hahdjgdja map??? What. Uh oh. Wuh oh

Corruptionnnb aaaaaa

LMAOOO “you see something bad? You RUN!”

17 ac finally jeez.. yay armor and upgrades

Spider webs… haha this is gonna go terribly

Ohhhh who fucked up- GRYFFON NOOOOOOO

Everything is fine everything is fine everything is fine the scuttling means nothing everything is fine everything is fineeeee

Queeeeeennn aaaaaaaahshsgaia

AAAAA spider that’s not a friend that’s not a friend uh ohssss ahahahaaa VORTEX WARP HELL YEA SMART MOVE- oh the web. RUNNNNNN A FUCK

This is fine :) I wanna be where the people areeeee I wanna seee wanna see em dancing.

Petrol.. patrol. Same thing…. (Also currently making burger while watching so I’m multitasking this is fun)

Gillion. You what. I mean yea but also haha that’s terrifying haha please be careful

Backstreets back ALRIGHT! Haha uh oh “what you don’t see” uh. Hehe there’s a heart or something.

“Like nuts” … Charlie please.

… haha! Uh oh!!!!! Hahahahdjdhgsja

This episode was great I’m so nervous. For what comes next! Hahaha!!!

#jrwi #jrwi riptide #jrwi chip #jrwi jay ferin #jrwi gillion tidestrider #jrwi gryffon #jrwi queen #jrwi bird bird #jrwi knock #jrwi igneous #jrwi zamia #jrwi Petlen #jrwi liveblog #jrwilb

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pupuseriazag · 2 years ago

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Blue Tarantula 2/??

(Don pendejo (me) added too many things he wanted to do during vacations and now is suffering the consequences of not being able to organize himself and forgor to upload chapters days before perdonenme pls ando medio pendejo anyways heres another one)

Some mumbling around dragged me back into consciousness, the harsh white lights now were dim and I was laying sideways, my stomach still hurting but now from hunger.

"Lyla, give me the report." He came back.

"Uhh they have stabilized but are still in weak condition."

"...That's strange." I heard him approach me. "Hey, ¿Estás despierto?"

I tried to keep my eyes closed, not moving a single inch.

"Rox."

"¿Qué queres?"

He sighed in relief. "¿Cómo te sientes?"

"Hmph"

"Esa no es una respuesta."

My stomach growled audibly.

"..."

"Tomaré eso como respuesta. Lyla, ask Pedro to bring something for them."

"Okey!" I heard the lady reply.

"Supongo que tuviste tiempo para pensar y tranquilizarte."

I remained silent.

"¿Desde hace cuanto tienes hambre?"

"¿Hace cuanto te fuiste?"

"8 horas."

"Desde hace 7"

He sighed again. "Me lleva la ching- ¿Por qué no usaste el panel de asistencia?" He sounded slightly annoyed.

"..."

"Rox."

"No quiero creerte." I finally admitted.

"¿Perdón?"

"...Me rehúso a creer lo que dijiste. No tiene sentido y es algo estupido… pero no logro encontrarle sentido al porque hay cosas tan… futuristas, aquí."

I just don't want to engage in this situation anymore.

"Mira, Rox." His tone softened. "Sé que es demasiada información. Pero quiero que sepas que hago esto por el bien de todos. No solo por mi bien, o el tuyo." I turned my head to him. "También el de todas las personas."

"...."

"Sé que no es fácil. Pero déjame ayudarte."

"Respondeme a algo." I sat again. "¿Por qué yo?"

"Serias de gran ayuda, todavía estoy empezando a reclutar gente. Pero estoy seguro qu-"

"¿Por qué yo?"

He closed his eyes for a second. "Porque esto involucra a tu universo tamb-"

"¡¿Por qué yo?!"

"...Porque no iba a permitir que murieras de una manera tan estúpida, suficientes personas han muerto ya y no quiero ver ese número crecer. ¿Ya estás contento?"

"Yo no necesitaba que me rescataras. Nadie ha estado ahí para mí y ciertamente no necesitaba intervención de parte de Don Pendejo Colmillos"

"¿Un gracias por lo menos no se te puede salir?"

"¡¿Gracias de que, imbécil?! ¡OH GRACIAS POR RESCATARME DE MI DESCANSO ETERNO! ¡AHORA FELIZMENTE TE AYUDARE A QUE EL UNIVERSO NO EXPLOTE! ¡TE PODES IR MUCHO AL CAR-!"

"Uhm… should... I come back later…?" We both turned our head to another person wearing a similar suit, but with an apron on top and a trail with food.

"No no, come in." The big guy crossed his arms. "I'm pretty sure the insufferable attitude will stop once they get their damn meal."

Asshole.

The other "spider" dude approached the bed, putting the trail on my lap, the silence was deafening.

He got to the door and waved bye with his hand, leaving awkwardly after finding us fighting.

I took a glance at the food. It… definitely looks like food, at least the edible kind.

"Come." He demanded. "Que todavía estás débil."

"¿La envenenaste?"

"Come."

I took the plastic spoon, carefully taking some of the rice on the plate and bringing it closer to my nose to see if I could smell it being laced.

The man rolled his eyes dramatically. "Es un puto arroz con pollo, ya deja de ser tan dramatico."

"Dramático el vergazo que te voy a dar en la jeta." I mumbled before taking the first bite, slowly chewing the rice and trying to taste anything suspicious in it.

…It was a pretty damn good rice.

I took another bite, but still not wanting him to believe all my suspicions were gone.

I heard him huff. "¿Siempre eres así de desconfiado?"

"¿Siempre sos así de metido?" I kept eating, my face softening without me realizing since the food was so good.

I hadn't had eaten such a good meal in a while, I cant fucking believe I'm falling for this ruse.

We stood in silence as he watched me eat, making sure I did not left anything as if I was a fucking child.

But surely, my temper had calmed a little after finally eating some food.

"Puta que rico" I sighed and mumbled under my breath.

"Eso debiste haber hecho hace horas, ya te sentirías mejor si por lo menos hubieras comido."

"Callate"

"¿Te da pena admitir que estabas equivocado?" I swear this bitch is taking me to my limit.

"Callate."

"Goshhh you two are so annoying" The little holo woman appeared again. "If nobody stops you two you're going to end up fighting until you're old"

I crossed my arms. "Well then, you tell me." I addressed her. "Tell me he is lying"

"As much as I would love to snitch and say yes… He actually is not lying"

"Not you too…" I brought a hand to my face.

"I think I know how to make this easier." She zapped from side to side until reappearing at the door and opening it. "Ta-da!"

"Layla, what are you doing?!" He got up from his seat.

"If you don't let them see outside they are not going to believe you, Miguel."

I threw the trail to the side and launched myself towards the door, nows my chance.

The burst of adrenaline I had in the moment helped me run from the hexagonal hallways until I found myself face to face with a massive tower with several floors… and a lot of those other people with spider suits.

No… it can't be…

I shot a web to go to a higher floor with glass windows, running up to them to look outside, this has to be a joke.

I saw green plains and futuristic looking skyscrapers, things that looked like flying cars going around them. And as much as I tried to shove my face into the window to confirm they were tv screens… I couldn't.

I'm… I'm actually not in my world.

I covered my mouth in panic and took a step back, trying to regulate my breathing as the situation began to overwhelm me.

"Excuse me… are you ok?" Someone put a hand on my shoulder and I immediately shrugged it off.

"DONT TOUCH ME" I yelled and ran away again, to nowhere and just somewhere I could feel safe.

I want to go home, I don't want to be part of this, I did NOT ask to be part of this shit. I want to go back to my stupid universe where things make sense and there are no buff men holding me hostage. (Nota de Zag: no sea pendejo mijo)

I ran until I found myself in a corridor with dim lights, and my legs collapsed to the ground making me fall to my knees, trembling with fear and anxiety.

My eyes were watery and my breathing became irregular. Sobbing and letting my tears fall on the floor.

"Porque… ¡¿Porque?!" I let out to myself and closed my eyes, finally breaking down in tears.

I heard quick steps from behind. "See? I told you they would not go far" it was the voice of that woman, he must be also with her.

"Rox-"

"Dejame ir…" I sobbed. "Déjame regresar a mi hogar…"

"Entonces ya te diste cuenta de la situación."

"¡SI! ¡Y NO QUIERO SER PARTE DE ELLO!"

"Para tu desgracia, eres parte de esto desde el momento en el que te convertiste en spiderman"

"¡PUES RENUNCIO!" I yelled and tried to take off my suit. "¡YA NO QUIERO NADA! ¡SOLO QUIERO UNA VIDA TRANQUILA!"

I was about to take off the top part of my suit when he got closer, his shadow covering me completely.

"Ciérrate el traje."

"¡OBLIGAME!" I turned my head to him and he grabbed me from my sides, putting the top part of my suit again and closing the zipper in a swift move.

"No tienes más ropa aquí, y no voy a dejar que andes por ahí desnudo solo por un berrinche." Still holding my side, he helped me get up effortlessly. "Te llevaré de regreso, no estás en buena condición."

"¿Sabes que me hará sentir mejor? ¡IRME A MI PUTA CASA!"

"¡EL BIENESTAR DE TU UNIVERSO ESTÁ EN PELIGRO! ¡DEJA DE SER TAN EGOÍSTA!"

“¡PUES NO ESTAS AYUDANDO! ¡CADA VEZ QUIERO MORIRME MÁS!”

The holo lady appeared “They’re right, you’re making it worse”

He released me and I turned to see him, sticking my back to the wall behind me.

“Hey what’s all this ruckus about, Miguel? Did anything bad happen?” Another one of those people came closer, this one maskless and casually approaching the big dude. “Can’t you see you’re scaring this poor girl?”

“Not a girl.”

“Ah, my bad.” He leaned on the big dude. “Poor thing is having a rough time and you’re intimidating…” He looked at me, like asking how to address me.

“Them”

“Them, right.” He continued. “That way you’re not going to have that many people join you.”

“Alright, let's see YOU do this then. I’m done trying to explain in any fucking way shape or form how their universe IS IN DANGER-”

“Yeah yeah yeah, go get yourself a cup of coffee, ok? I’ll talk to them and make sure they are ok”

“Peter.”

“I know, I know. But don’t worry, I got this” He winked at him.

I trust this place less now.

“Ya estoy hasta la chingada, ya haz lo que se te dé la puta gana. Pero después no vayas a decir que no te advertí” He finally said while pointing his index at my chest.

He left to the other side of the tunnel, entering through a door I had not seen into god knows where.

I closed my eyes for a moment, finally he was gone.

“Hey-” He tried to put a hand on my shoulder and I slapped it away. “Ok ok, sorry.”

“Tell me where I can get the fuck out.”

“Woah, easy there” He moved his hands downwards. “First you gotta relax, I’m not gonna take you anywhere.”

“You don’t get it, I don't want to be part of this.”

“And why is that?”

“What do you mean “why”?! I don't want to have the fucking destiny of MY universe in MY hands.” I continued. “That dude just came to my universe, supposedly rescued me from my death and comes telling me now I have TO PROTECT MY UNIVERSE?!”

“I know it must be too much-”

“IT IS! I DON'T WANT TO BE PART OF THIS! I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!” I grabbed my suit from my chest. “DYING WOULD’VE SAVED ME”

“Hey don’t say that.” He interjected. “Your life is worth living”

“You don't even know the shit I’ve gone through.”

“Well.” He put his hands in his pockets. “I’m all ears.”

“...You… want to hear my story?”

“Everyone in this place has a story to tell, after all. We’re all spidermen.” He turned on his heel, walking away. “Come with me, let’s chat somewhere comfortable”

I let him walk for some moments, until he turned and signed with his hand to follow him.

He took me to another area, one that looked more like a lounge with tables and expensive looking booth seats, by far the most familiar thing I’ve seen in this place.

This dude is far more friendly than whatever Don Pendejo

“Ok let’s start from the beginning.” He offered me his hand. “My name’s Peter B. Parker.”

I looked at his hand, and slowly shook it, returning the gesture. “Rox Reyes.”

“Great! Nice to meet you!”

“Same… I guess.”

“I’m listening.”

I took a deep breath, preparing myself mentally but feeling less stressed now that at least someone tried to make me feel comfortable and not threaten me… I’m still not completely convinced these people won't hurt me tho… but I guess talking about my misfortunes won't hurt.

And minutes later I found myself still ranting about everything with Peter, everything from my life before and after I turned into Tarantula… it feels better to finally talk about this with someone else, specially with someone who actually understands me (or at least pretends to)

All of these very specific problems I’ve had, Peter always continued it with a “I know right???” “Oh yeah, that tends to happen” “I remember my first time doing that!!” He even showed me his own webs when I questioned if he was really like me… he even took a pic of the spider that bit him… which is something I didn't think of when it happened to me.

“Peter, I want to ask you something… but I want you to be completely honest with me.”

“Sure.”

“No no, I’m being serious. It may affect my choice.”

“I promise I’ll be honest.”

“Ok…Are you all really going to save your universes… or is this just an elaborate joke to make me speak and probably use me to cause more evil in “my universe” because you guys are actually just Alchemax employees and not actually spiderpeople?”

“Thats certainly a mouthful of a question”

“Please respond.” I lowered my gaze. “ I… I’m just scared and-”

“No no, I get it. I would’ve also thought the same if I had gone through what you lived through.”

“So…”

“Have some trust in us, that’s all I will say.” He gave me a reassuring smile. “I know Miguel can be intimidating but that's just because he cares so much about this mission. After all, he is the one hosting us.”

“What?”

“Yeah! This is his place and his universe. You could say he is the “leader” and the one who started this fight to keep the multiverses safe.” He laughed it off. “But don’t worry, he may be grumpy and dramatic, but he doesn't not mean harm.”

I looked away, remembering his fangs and talons… I don't know why that is the part I believe less, he certainly looked like he would rip me in half if he wanted.

“Suuuure”

“Give him a chance, I’m sure you two will get along… after all he…” Peter stopped, thought about it and shook his head sideways. “I’ll let him tell you that part.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll just say, he also had his rough moments in his life.”

“That doesn't excuse him being an asshole.”

“Does it excuse you from being one?”

I- He-...

He left me fucking speechless I was not expecting him to read me like that.

“No offense of course, I know you’re just trying to make sense of this.”

I crossed my arms. “Gotta hand it to you, Peter… you gagged me.”

“...Do I smell bad?”

“No no, it's… it's just a dumb saying. I was just not expecting you to say that.”

“Oh, ha ha!”

“...I guess you’re right. I acted ungrateful after he… well, just did what he thought was right.”

“You know, there was once a time in my life where I felt like the only thing that could save me was death as well.”

“You?”

“Yeah, I had a rough time when I was... maybe slightly older than you.” He continued. “I divorced my wife, my aunt passed away and I was depressed for a long time.”

“Sounds rough… wait, didn't you say you’re married?”

“Yeah! We remarried after I came back from another universe and I decided to give it a shot, and here I am.” He smiled, probably remembering stuff. “What I want to say is that things do get better, Rox. Even if it feels like it is a never-ending nightmare.”

“Even if I have heard that same phrase since I was a teenager and things only continued to go downhill?”

“Even if you feel like that. Who knows? Maybe this is your chance to have a better life”

“I wish you were right.”

“What stops you from trying?”

I thought about it for a second… if I come back now and choose to stay, it means I will be returning to my old life… Lonely, depressing and stressed old life. The safety of my universe won’t be my responsibility… but I’m bound to fall again by one of those anomalies if it happens to be slightly stronger than that cyborg.

And if I stay… I’ll now have the responsibility to deal with those anomalies in my universe and in someone else’s universe… But I won’t be on my own, I’ll be surrounded by people who according to Peter... will gladly lend me a hand.

…And even if I want to end it all… I wouldn’t feel good knowing that my universe… my mom… would soon disappear.

I don’t want my universe to perish, I just want to disappear from it.

Still… I’m not sure if I do want to have the responsibility to do so.

“...Myself, I guess.”

“I won’t pressure you to choose. But! It would be good if you gave it a little more thought, after all, it's your life.”

“...”

“But remember Rox, whatever you choose.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “You’re not alone in this.”

He smiled genuinely at me and his phone started ringing.

"Welp, that's my sign to go home." He patted his knees and got up.

"You don't stay here?"

"No, I can't." He said touching some things with his futuristic watch. "My wife and I expecting sooo, It’s time to go and take care of her"

"Oh I see, congrats." I said politely.

"Thanks. Also also!" He pointed at me before entering one of those weird glitching portals "Don't get intimidated by Miguel, ok? Take care Rox!"

And so, Peter entered the portal and left, leaving me alone again.

I thought about the things Peter told me and their mission in the spider society and how I had ended up in such a…weird situation.

#zagreusfics #RoxReyes #I guess I have to properly tag this thing as its own fic right? lol #Blue Tarantula Fic #mini chisme de lo que me paso: ando dibujando algo con todos los ocs de mi grupo de la u #tengo que trabajarle comisiones a mi mejor amigo que le debo #y quiero hacer mil y un cosas que no tengo tiempo #pero don pendejo dejo todo para vacaciones #me odio #anyways no me odio mas que Rox a si mismo ASKFJAGSFHKA

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 2 years ago

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I propose a memory loss au where Spider is horribly injured and put in a coma indefinitely, but luckily the scientists are able to put his memories in the body of an avatar. The only problem? His "memories" are shit due to the injury and now he's only got the vaguest of memories surrounding everyone.

Picture:

He isn't sure why he does what he does next. All he knows is that when he walked up to the boy (who was shorter than him---not by much, but still shorter and for some reason that felt weird) and cupped the back of his neck to gently bring his face forward it felt right. When he pressed soft kisses to both of his cheeks, then his forehead, then his nose, it felt right. When he pressed their foreheads together and whispered "Hey, Neteyam," it felt right.

And for a second the boy, Neteyam (he must be), melted into him, allowing it. But now, as if remembering himself, he pulls back from Spider with a gasp, his eyes widening. Fear. Why is he afraid, Spider wonders. He doesn't know much these days, but he knows that this is right. He knows that he and this boy belong to one another.

Behind Neteyam, a woman, a man, two girls, and a boy have frozen. Their eyes are locked on where Spider's hands are still cupping Neteyam's neck with varying degrees of emotion.

"Bro, what the actual fuck," the boy blurts at the same time as the older of the girls crows "I knew it!"

But Spider pays them no mind. His entire being is focused on the woman. She looks ready to kill.

Anon. I am so upset that you have left me with this. It has haunted me since it entered my inbox. I neeeeed a fic of it so bad actually. Write it for me anon, pls. This is HAUNTING ME, oh the rent??? It's fucking free.

Is his body still there, so he hasn't been fully transferred?? Is he stuck in his coma body if he isn't in the avatar? How did he get hurt?? Where are they, are they in High Camp or at Awa'atlu?? Must've been fun for our boy Neteyam, especially if it was our secretly mated au and his mate is just missing and then horribly injured and Neteyam has to walk around being chill even though he feels like he's missing a limb.

If this is our accidentally mated au then that explains why he's just drawn over to Neteyam and just does what feels natural. AND why Neteyam would just relax into it, because he's been missing Spider and keeping away for so long. And the fear is totally for Spider, not for himself.

Lo'ak being like what the fuck while Kiri knew killed me. I do wonder how Jake and Tuk felt. I bet Tuk doesn't care really, she's just invested in hanging out with Spider again she doesn't really care what he's doing with Neteyam. Jake is like "Oh shit," because now he's dialed in on Neytiri.

UGH, it could go one of two ways. Yes, she could be furious at Spider and blame him, but she could also be angry at herself. At this point (if this is our accidentally mated au) she's been aware her son had mated with someone but that he wouldn't tell her who for a while now. She had thought he trusted her, and that he told her everything. It felt like a huge failure that he didn't trust her with something that special, and she'd been telling herself it was because of who he mated with that he wasn't telling the family. But now it's hard not to feel like it was her, that she was the reason. Her family would've been accepting right away if they knew. I'm sure she'd lash out at Spider at first, but I have a hard time not believing that self blame would be there and she'd realize it quickly. Maybe after some time alone or a chat with Jake or Mo'at.

On a happier note, there is a romantic comedy of sorts to follow in that Spider is going fully off of vibes. He's just gonna be doing all SORTS of physical affection, even verbal. Just saying shit that comes to mind, any memories, doing things that feel right like taking Neteyam's hand or cuddling him and Neteyam is loving it but also wants to die because they have been a SECRET for like YEARS NOW and no one is used to this and he is very embarrassed and tense. Kiri, Lo'ak, and Tuk (even Jake a little lol) are relentless in teasing him and pretending it's gross.

Neteyam says he's going out hunting and Spider's like, "Okay, bye" and gives him a very regular and normal kiss goodbye because again, he's going off vibes. Neteyam just stands there and reboots for like a minute while Kiri and Lo'ak take turns seeing who can pretend to throw up the loudest in the corner.

Spider: *takes Neteyam's hand*

Kiri and Lo'ak:

Spider: *kisses Neteyam*

Kiri and Lo'ak:

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somereaderinblue · 2 years ago

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USM Good Carnage!Harry AU

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR USM S2 & S4 WILL BE MENTIONED

I’ve been getting back into USM & recently, I’ve rewatched S4E21-23 (Spider-Slayers Trilogy), S2E8 (Carnage) and have gotten hooked on this amazing Parksborn fic by @ultimatepeter-man.

Before I get into the actual AU idea, pls bear with me. In the Spider-Slayers Trilogy, MJ debuted as Spider-Woman.

Long story short: After the whole Carnage Queen fiasco, some of the symbiote stayed bonded to her which gave her a suit + powers similar to Agent Venom.

Now let me make this clear. I LOVE badass action girls & the first time I watched this, I was thrilled to see MJ get a chance to shine as a fellow spider.

BUT

Honestly? This doesn’t vibe with me, mainly bcz it feels waaaaay too rushed. This literally happened near the end of the show. The fact that MJ was largely absent throughout the series made it feel as though the writers wanted to shove the MJ x Parker ship into our faces after not touching a het ship at all.

(Pls note that I have NOTHING against that ship. I’m just saying that the writers didn’t do it right here.)

Which brings me to my next point: our boi Harry Osborn, who compared to MJ, played a much bigger role throughout the series. He had more involvement, more development and frankly, USM Harry had some of the best chemistry with Peter. Yes USM is what got me into Parksborn, so sue me.

Which brings me to this AU:

Instead of MJ getting a symbiote power-up at the end of the series run, let Harry get one. Except this time, (1) he firmly uses it for good & (2) it’s the Carnage symbiote.

How it happens:

-During S2E8, slight divergence wherein Peter successfully tells Harry he’s Spidey before most things proceed like canon.

-However, during the fight, Goblin seemingly manages to destroy Venom, leaving Harry ‘powerless’.....or so everyone thinks.

-Cue Parksborn going on a date, baddies attack and BOOM! Harry reveals that the symbiote decided to stay with him.

-Sprinkling some inspo from MSM, Carnage now has an orange-grey color scheme similar to Hobgoblin.

-Old married couple bickering happens between Parksborn as they kick ass back to back.

-“Why didn’t you tell me?!” “Says the guy who was Spidey for how many years now?!” “This better not be your villain origin story!” “Two words. Daddy issues. But I’m still here, aren’t I?” “....touche.”

-MJ can still be involved of course, but maybe as their guy in the chair. Maybe she helps SHIELD by trying to contact other teenage heroes who are on the run/living on the streets.

-But yeah, Pete gets a BF + new teammate, SHIELD academy happens and Harry briefly has a rivalry with Flash/Agent Venom bcz he’s lowkey salty abt how he treated Peter in the past before getting over it.

The end.

(Sorry if the structure of this is messy but his idea came to me after binge-reading Parksborn fics & binge-watching USM + MSM while high on caffeine.)

#usm #ultimate spider man #usm au #parksborn #let them be spider bfs

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kitausuret · 2 years ago

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10 for ScarletVision or 14 for HarryFlash pls :)

You love to indulge me, Brieuc. 💖

So, this actually turned out a lot longer than I originally anticipated, because I got carried away, but actually it's your fault because you know I've had HarryFlash brainrot for the past few months. However, this is also the first fic I've managed to bang out in almost three months, so I thank you for the prompt from this post that i reblogged way back in... January.

Title: Learn to Let it Show Words: 2078 Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Harry Osborn/Flash Thompson Fandom: Spider-Man (comicsverse), Venom (comics), Marvel 616 Flash doesn't want to take his sweater off.

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14. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

As far as first dates had gone (well, the first date they were calling a date), all had gone well. Flash had seemed his normal, charismatic self, if not a little awkward, but it was kind of endearing, and if Harry was being honest, made him less nervous. They were just trying this, after all. Just seeing where things went. Catching up, after too long apart, and seeing if there was any room for more in the midst of their busy lives.

Flash did seem a little different now, though. Not in a bad way. Something had changed in him after his months overseas (which he was oddly dismissive of, but Harry wasn’t going to bug him about his work with the VA any more than Flash would bother him about Parker Industries), almost like he was more at ease with himself. Like he’d been carrying this big weight, but now it was lifted off his shoulders and he could finally breathe again. Harry knew a little something about that.

He almost wanted to ask, but that could happen another time. After all, they were already planning to catch—

“—the Yankees game next Saturday, right?”

"I've already texted Donna to make sure the day's open." Harry followed Flash into the apartment and put his jacket on a coat tree. “The kids like that you’re coming around more often, too. I think Normie enjoys your company. It’s…” He paused, trying to think of the right words. “Nice, having you around again. You were gone for a long time.”

Flash scratched the back of his neck and lowered his eyes to the floor. “Yeah, I was. Sometimes you take opportunities life throws at you and then realize where you really belong is back home.” When he looked back up at Harry, though, he smiled. “I’m glad we’re giving this a shot, though, Har. I mean it.” Flash wheeled himself into the kitchen and called over his shoulder, "Do you have a minute before you have to go? I could make you… uh… coffee?"

"Flash, it's after eight."

"And?"

Harry laughed and shook his head. "You always were a night owl. I'll take some water, though; thanks. Besides, I already managed to tip a drink over on you at the restaurant; I'd hate to ruin your sweater any further." He took a seat at the breakfast bar and pulled out his phone. There had to be a decent cleaner nearby. "Speaking of which… give me your sweater. I can get it dry cleaned and just have their delivery service bring it back to you."

Flash fumbled a glass but managed to catch it in the nick of time. "Uh, what? Harry, it's—" He turned around and pulled the fabric of his sweater away from his torso a little. "It's fine, see? You can't even see anything. I'll just throw it in the wash with the rest of my laundry—"

"With your t-shirts? Flash, come on, it's a nice sweater. I feel bad, just let me do this."

"Harry, no. You even picked up the tab. It's okay, I promise."

"It's not a big deal, just give me the sweater."

Flash fiddled with one of the push handles on his chair. "I— I can't Harry, I've got this… Look, I don't want to take my sweater off right now."

"Oh?" He crossed his arms. "Yeah, and when we were roommates, you would wander around shirtless all the time. Sweater, off."

"We're not in our twenties anymore! We've, you know, changed and grown and… and…"

"Flash, why are you being so weird about this?" Harry's gut twisted a little. "Unless you, I don't know, just don't want to take it off in front of me."

"What?" Flash's eyes widened. "No, no, Harry, it's not that.” He busied himself with retrieving a pitcher from the fridge. “I’m just pretty attached to this sweater. I took it with me when I was out of town. I try to take good care of it.”

“All the more reason for me to get it cleaned properly for you.”

“It doesn’t need to be cleaned. It’s a special fabric.”

“Flash.”

“Harry.”

Flash grinned up at him and held out the water. Charming as hell. Disarming. It was crazy how much trouble he’d had getting dates when they were younger.

Harry would have gone out with him in a heartbeat. And now, over ten years after they first met, he was.

So what was the problem?

Harry took the glass but let his long fingers linger over Flash’s for a moment. “This really isn’t like you, Flash. You’re going to make a man think he’s doing something wrong.”

“Come on, you know it’s not that. My life has just gotten a little complicated lately, that’s all.”

“Are we still talking about the sweater?”

“Sort of?”

“Just take it off!”

“It’s not that easy—”

In a desperate bid to assert himself, he pushed his chin up and said, firmly but not unkindly, “You heard me, Flash. Take. It. Off.”

Flash stared at him for a long second with wide eyes. Harry’s façade cracked a little.

“U-unless you don’t…”

“Did…” Flash stifled laughter behind his hand. “Did you just use your stern dad voice on me?”

“Did it work?”

He rubbed his face. “I’m sorry, Har. I can’t take this off.”

“What’s so complicated about a sweater?! Do you have a rash? An embarrassing tattoo? Flash, whatever it is, I promise you, I can handle it. You and I have not been through—” He gestured vaguely in the air. “—everything we’ve been through for you to sit there and tell me that whatever is going on is too weird for me to handle. My father’s a supervillain. Spider-Man shows up at my work every day.” Harry sighed and leaned down to put his hands on Flash’s shoulders. He smiled as encouragingly as he could. “Just tell me. Okay? I’m not… a tough guy, like you, but you don’t need to protect me.”

Flash frowned. “No, you’re right. And I trust you. I just…” He reached up and touched Harry’s face, a bit tentative. “I don’t wanna keep secrets from you. But this is a lot.”

His stomach turned again. “A sweater is a lot?”

“You better sit down for this.”

“Wha… why?”

“Harry, it’s easier if I just show you.”

He swore the fabric of Flash’s sweater moved under his hands as he pulled away.

Okay.

That happened.

Harry took a moment to close his eyes and take a few breaths. Whatever this was, it was fine, right? Flash was probably just involved in some… weird… military thing. Probably working with Stark Industries or something. Or test-driving a new type of secret fabric. Or maybe he really did have an embarrassing tattoo. But this was fine.

He opened his eyes.

You’re not going to panic. You know Flash.

He went to the living room.

Flash was there for you when you first got out of inpatient care. He helped you muddle through those first few months. He was there when you first got together with Liz.

He sat down on the couch.

He knows what it’s like to struggle. What it’s like to have your life turned upside down. Next to Pete and Liz, there isn’t hardly anyone you trust more than Flash Thompson.

Harry folded his hands in his lap and waited for Flash to join him. Flash was still in the kitchen, staring into space with his hands on his wheels. Finally, he pushed himself in and stopped right in front of Harry.

“A little while after you left for Seattle, I got pulled into something by the Army. I… I should’ve said no, I should’ve left that part of my life behind, but when you feel like it’s the only thing that’s ever been consistent in your life, it’s hard to do that.

“But even when the project was disbanded after a couple months, what I got out of it still changed my life.” His lips quirked into a smile. “I’m still me, Harry, but I’m also…”

Flash lifted his arm. His sweater literally quivered. Harry forced calm. He’d witnessed weirder things, right? He’d done weirder. (Maybe.)

“It’s okay, pal. We can trust him.”

And then, Flash’s sweater dissolved into a mess of tendrils. Harry backed up into the couch cushions and clapped a hand over his mouth, but Flash leaned forward to take the other in both of his. Still, even as Flash’s warm and calloused hands sought to ground him, Harry couldn’t peel his gaze away from the large figure forming in the middle of the living room.

It solidified into solid, deep black shapes, cut with white that formed a kind of spider on its chest. It had teeth and claws sharp enough to rend flesh, and bright white spots that looked like eyes. He already knew.

“Harry, this is my partner, V—”

“Venom,” Harry finished. “You’re— what? You’re Venom?” He wasn’t sure how to address this situation. “But— your sweater—?” Was now standing well over six feet tall and almost as broad and gazing placidly down at him.

“We’ll explain everything to you, Harry. But, yeah, earlier this evening, you spilled your drink on… on the symbiote. On Venom.”

A long pause filled the air. Then, “I’m so sorry I was going to dry-clean you.”

The being regarded him blankly at first — it didn’t have much in the way of emotive features. Flash had moved a hand to his (symbiote’s? alien’s?) partner’s massive arm while still keeping a hold on Harry. Tendrils linked the pair for a moment before Flash visibly relaxed. Then, the symbiote emitted a low, rumbling sound. Its eyespots curved slightly.

Was it… laughing?

Was he getting laughed at by Venom?

“You could not have known, Harold Lyman.” It knelt before him, its voice deep and gravelly, and Harry had to force himself to keep breathing. “We have met once before already.”

Harry stared. Okay, it could speak on its own. That hadn't been in his dad's briefing years ago. "You weren't with Flash."

"I was not," it affirmed, tilting its head in a way that reminded Harry of a very large cat.

“But he is now,” Flash said. With no more than a look and a touch of Flash’s fingertips, the symbiote pulled away from Harry, dissolving into dozens of liquid arcs. This time, it looped around its host before disappearing beneath his skin. Harry didn’t miss the way Flash’s eyes closed, a languid, pleasant smile on his lips as it settled within.

Terrifying, but mesmerizing.

Flash lifted his shoulders like he hadn’t just revealed that his body was home to a space alien. “Are you, um, okay?”

“It’s…” A good question. “A lot.”

“Yeah, there’s not really a good way to tell someone that you’re a… package deal.”

They sat there in silence, Flash staring at his lap and Harry up at the ceiling. So, one of his oldest friends was Venom. That complicated things. But… his ex-brother-in-law was Molten Man. His father had been the Green Goblin. Hell, Harry himself had been the Goblin, more than once. And Flash seemed okay, didn’t he? Just the same old guy, a little worn down by the years, but weren’t they all? Hadn’t they all changed? Weren’t they all just trying to figure out this crazy thing called life?

What did they all have to try and get through it, but each other?

Flash cleared his throat before Harry could try to think of something more to say. “Well, I don’t wanna keep you away from the kiddos too much longer, so you better…”

“I can stay a little longer.” Harry leaned forward to take Flash’s hand. “Just let me text the sitter—”

Flash reached his other arm out towards the kitchen. A black webline shot out and snagged Harry’s phone, and snapped it back into Flash’s hand. He shrugged. “Kinda handy.”

“You don’t say.”

A quick text about needing another hour later, Harry patted the seat next to him on the couch. Once Flash had transferred himself to Harry’s side, Harry turned and propped his chin up in his hand.

“So, aside from making sweaters and getting the remote… what else is Venom all about?”

Flash grinned the widest he had all evening.

This certainly had shaped up to be the most interesting date Harry had had in a long time.

He found himself looking forward to the next one.

#my writing #harryflash #there's a little bit of venomflash if you squint #harry osborn #flash thompson #venom #prompt fills #fun fact: the rejected title for this fic was 'boyfriend material'

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ptergwen · 4 years ago

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favorite crime

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood / death, lots n lots of angst

summary: you convince peter to go on the run after he’s framed for murdering mysterio, but he doesn’t want to drag you into his mess

a/n: this was completely based off the song by olivia lfmbsjfhs it’s so beautiful and i’ve wanted to write something for it for a while now so yee i hope y’all like ! pls lmk what you think <3

“we have to get you out of here, peter! come on!” you shout back to your boyfriend and tug his hand that’s laced with yours.

peter doesn’t budge. even when your grip on him tightens, when you pull him forward with all your might, he remains stoic.

there’s something he needs to do, and he’s been contemplating it since the day he met you.

it’s time to let you go.

“please, peter. i’m begging. i know you’re tired of running, but if we don’t leave now… they’ll find you,” you desperately choke out. peter squeezes his eyes shut, dreading what’s to come. “i can’t do this to you anymore, y/n. i… i’m sorry.”

emergency sirens and flashing lights approach the old apartment building serving as yours and peter’s latest hideout. the whole world is on the lookout for him, so you two stowed yourselves away in brooklyn for a bit.

you were hopeful the rumors would pass eventually — about how peter shot the beloved mysterio and left him to die in cold blood. they’re merely talk, of course. you’d personally seen the events of that day unfold on the tower bridge. hell, your class was right at the center of them.

quentin beck was pure evil, so rotten he defamed both peter and spider-man with a charge as cruel as murder. he’s wreaking havoc on him from beyond the grave, over a complete misunderstanding that peter had nothing to do with.

beck’s true source of anger is stark industries. yet, once again, peter ended up the collateral damage.

he was deemed a wanted murderer. posters revealing his name and face were plastered up around the city, a reward even being offered to whoever who turns him in.

you’d proposed the idea of skipping town until things settled. the way you saw it, it was peter’s only option other than prison for twenty-five to life. peter was panicking and couldn’t think straight, so he went along with your getaway plan.

a few weeks later, he’s regretting it.

you’ve been the one person he could trust through this madness. you’re right there to console him, to protect him just like he does you. through sickness and health, life and clearly death, you stick by peter’s side. you left everything behind without a second thought, for him.

peter loves you more than you’ll ever fully be able to comprehend, which is why he can’t ask you to do that. this is his battle to fight, not yours or anyone else’s. his.

you suddenly freeze in your tracks, turning around to look at peter. “what are you talking about? you’re fine, pete.”

his eyes roam everywhere except to yours as they water. blinking back tears, he fixes his gaze on your intertwined hands. you notice a stray tear fall down his cheek and use one of your thumbs to wipe it away, then press a reassuring kiss to his lips. peter lets himself reciprocate momentarily before jerking back.

“please just… stop being so nice to me. you’re making this way harder than i wanted to to be,” he rasps and squeezes your hand tighter. you’re still lost, absolutely clueless about what he’s referring to.

“look, pete. i wanna hear you out, baby. but… i think it should wait until we get to jersey.” you keep your voice as calm as possible, though you’re terrified for both of you. since the feds know your location, they’ll have the place surrounded any minute.

hopping cities isn’t cutting it anymore, so you’ll have to change states this time. new jersey is next on your list.

using his strength to his advantage to hold you in place, peter seizes both your shoulders. his bloodshot eyes lock with yours. a stern expression coats his features, one you’ve seen from him yet never been on the receiving end of.

“we’re not going to jersey, y/n/n,” he declares, the sirens starting to grow louder. you feel a pit forming in your stomach. “we have to!” you immediately protest. “it’s not gonna be easy finding our way, but it’s the last-“

peter cuts you off, voice softer now. “no, no. that’s not what i meant.” he waits a beat and inhales a deep breath, aiming to settle his nerves. it doesn’t.

“i’m going to jersey. you’re staying.”

tears cloud your vision the second those words leave his mouth. you shake your head furiously back and forth, willing him to take them back.

part of you was always afraid peter would get second thoughts. not only about running away with you, about ever being with you. you’re both so young. your entire lives are ahead of you, and peter won’t allow you to risk your own because this isn’t worth a single bit of it.

he’d warned you how dangerous it was to be associated with spider-man. it’s why he held off on telling you about his alias for the longest he could. you naturally began asking questions whenever peter bailed on dates and showed up to school covered in bruises. he hated lying to you, using his stark internship as an excuse, so he finally came out and said it.

peter sometimes wonders if you’d be better off not knowing at all. it’s too late now, though.

“wait, what? why- why can’t i go with you?” you plead, peter’s fingers coming up to cup your cheek. his fingertips lightly caress your skin. “i’m a criminal, y/n. you’d be my accessory.”

it takes everything in him not to break down and sob along with you.

you lean into his palm, already missing his touch. “i don’t care... i don’t give a fuck. i just wanna be with you, peter.” peter literally has to bite his tongue to fight the urge to cry. hands grabbing either side of his head, your fingers twist in his hair roughly. “i’ll do anything, pete. i really will, i swear. name it.”

peter threads his own fingers through yours again, bringing your hands to his chest.

“i’m so sorry, angel. i never should’ve gotten you involved,” he murmurs out and pecks your forehead. “you have nothing to prove to me, okay? you’ve done more than enough. i’m gonna return the favor.”

you let out a strangled whine, your knees buckling as you come to terms with the gravity of your situation.

this is it. this is the end of yours and peter’s story.

“hey, none of that. it’s okay,” peter coos, neither of you convinced. the tastes of salt and metal flood both your senses. he helps you back up and hugs your waist, peppering your cheeks in more kisses. you’re bawling now, arms wound around his neck, clutching at his tattered jacket.

free tears escape peter’s eyes at last. “i love you. i love you so goddamn much, y/n. never forget it,” he nearly whispers. you sniffle and push your forehead against his. “i’m not saying it back ‘cuz that feels like a goodbye, and i- i can’t say goodbye to you yet.”

“it’s not a goodbye,” peter reassures you, rubbing circles on your lower back. “it’s, uh, it’s a see you later. i’m gonna figure something out and be back to you before you know it. can’t get rid of me that easy.”

that earns a faint giggle from you, peter managing a grin. you two attempt to ignore everything happening beyond these walls, only focusing on the other.

“then, um…” you clear your throat. “i love you.” his smile dwindling slightly, peter nods and meets your gaze. “i love you too, baby. you should probably get going soon.”

affirming his advice, a booming voice that sounds from a microphone commands peter to come out with his hands up.

your worry spikes, instinctively drawing peter in closer. he forces himself to put on a brave face for you.

“i’m scared, pete. where… where am i supposed to go?” you rush to ask him. “home, y/n/n. go home,” peter decides, pressing a final kiss to the top of your head. “just don’t get caught, and you’ll be fine.” carding your fingers in his undone curls, you sigh. “easier said than done, but i’ll try not to.”

you’d never pictured that the sweet boy with a heart too big and brain even bigger, who sings you to sleep even though his voice sucks and spends his last dollar buying you flowers, would be accused of first degree murder. it isn’t true or fucking fair.

what’s worse, he has to bare this storm alone now.

you lift your heavy backpack off the cold ground, slinging it onto your shoulders. peter stares out the window and down at the assembly of swarm troops crowded together.

“are you gonna be okay?” you catch his attention. he snaps back into reality, pulling your hood up so it covers your head. you’re wearing a sweatshirt of his, after having gone through all your own clothes. “i hope so. are you?” peter repeats your question. “i hope so,” you echo.

tying your hoodie strings tight, peter offers a smile. “say hi to may for me. ned and mj, too.” it’s going to be tough to face his family and friends after this. “i will. i’ll let them know you’re alright.” you kiss his cheek, placing a hand on his chest. peter lets your touch distract him from the mess he’s about to be hit with.

“thank you, y/n. i’ll see you soon, baby. you have my word,” he promises, stepping back so you two can go your separate ways.

you watch him with fresh tears threatening to spill.

“i’m gonna hold you to it. be safe, spidey.”

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tomdutch · 4 years ago

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"i wouldn’t say she has no traits, rather the very few that she does have are written so badly and are so stereotypical that it makes her boring" YES. YES TO ALL THAT.

plus the bits in ffh when she was spilling "cultural" facts made me cringe so much: they tried to make her sound witty and smart, but as a european, the only vibes i got from her were "person x goes abroad, learns something new, gets it wrong, but still tries to lecture other people about it" -> "boh" being the "anti-aloha" joke? they got the meaning of the word wrong. the italian words she says when talking about mysterio? the sentence is grammatically incorrect (can’t believe writers at m*rvel get paid and don’t even bother to check when they use a different language)

lliterally the most stereotypical american (sorry americans) thing ever imo, and she’s supposed to be unconventional and not-like-other-girls, but I guess the only spark of brilliance was used with liz, when they took the popular girl trope, but instead of making her a walking mean girl stereotype, they made her intelligent and nice and you could actually see and understand why she would be popular...

bring back my girl liz, you monsters, they don’t even mention her in interviews because they know they really screwed up with her 😭 tom has been talking about the vulture, and not once has he said a thing about the character's daughter, who also happened to be the girl peter loved 😭 instead he’s really pushing the spideychelle narrative (like the whole "harry osborn being played by timothée chalamet and turning evil because he wants mj and fights with peter bc of that") to compensate for the fact that they had no progression in the movies... it’s like he’s thinking "maybe if i sound convincing enough, people will believe that mj is a relevant character and that this love story wasn’t built on nothing"... sorry tom, but i can’t forgive you for that 😭💔

god yes absolutely. i hateddddd the boh thing so much i was sitting there watching it like 🧍🏽‍♀️ is this what they call character? this is the best they could’ve given mj? the girl who the plot now suddenly revolves around wooing bc she’s so cool and wonderful off screen? 😭 pls.

i’m of the opinion that romantic subplots are not really necessary in spider-man films mostly bc the original trilogy did a horrid job setting it up and, while i do love gwen in tasm, i still have some criticism of her relationship with peter. so for me, making the ENTIRE plot of a film revolve around a love interest is already an… unfortunate choice. but then putting absolutely no effort in creating a dynamic character is so insulting 😭 like y’all disregard everything hoco built up just to make mj’s character, who was a glorified extra in it, worse? you give her nothing?

and you can tell zendaya really tried to make the best of it in the interviews but the base of the character is so bad and so lazy that the more effort she put, the more cringy and awkward it was to watch. it was just so unattractive, i could barely sit through peter and mj’s scenes together. even the moment shippers are obsessed with, the “you’re pretty too” part was sooo palpably awkward and not in a cute way 😭 i’m not opposed to some wholesome awkward moments between two teens who like each other and it’s clear mcu writers know how to do it bc they delivered in hoco with lizpeter, but they dropped the ball so hard with mj and it sucks. if they had to essentially kill off liz from the whole universe, the least they could’ve done is make sure mj, who had little potential in hoco, is properly characterised.

but naur… instead we get necklaces referencing a femicide and scooby doo that shit. i’ve read so many fics that created an amazing version of mj that i actually liked and that didn’t abandon those stereotypical edgy girl traits, but they worked with them and made them enjoyable and funny. mcu writers really need a lesson from some authors on here bc this mj they shoving down our throats is simply not it.

anyway whoo this ask had me going 😭 i really enjoy analysing films with y’all, it’s so fun to hear your opinions

#masked vigilante #answered

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fabricated-misslieness · 4 years ago

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♡〜Can you write an enemies to lovers one shot with Sam Wilson pls? 👉👈💖-anon〜♡

Sam Wilson x gender neutral reader

I don’t know much about Sam but I’ll try my best. I haven’t watched FATWS, and I have no idea what exactly the Sokovia Accords do.

Not very satisfied with this

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 1603

Warnings: swearing

Even before the Sokovia Accords, you and Sam had a bit of a rivalry.

He was too cocky, too brazen, took nothing seriously. One day, his joking nature would kill him. There’s nothing good about a wasted life. You know he’s skilled; even if his attitude got taken advantage of, he could handle the situation. That said, no prediction in life is 100% for sure. One moment, you’re having the time of your life; the next, you got nothing.

Though in reality, his humour only spiked up around you because he enjoyed seeing you annoyed. There was something about you becoming so easily pissed that made it so goddamn amusing. He liked having a leverage over you, especially when you were so damn serious about every single nitpicking thing. This didn’t mean you didn’t anger him, you were so called enemies for a reason. There’s certain things you do that are so infuriating. Things you do that everybody else does yet they’re so irritating when you do them.

He was always trying to show you up, and even if you knew that training wasn’t a competition or that you shouldn’t be arguing over senseless topics, you really wanted to wipe that shit eating grin off his face.

You couldn’t even stand in the same room together.

Signing the Sokovia Accords gave you a reason to beat the attitude out of him, and you’d gladly take it.

Although, that kid, Peter, apparently had it covered. The teenager fought against the two adults easily, to the point that you really didn’t need to interfere. Granted, that did mean you didn’t get to punch your rival in the face, but it was amusing enough to see him humiliated.

Besides, you had other things to do, something like deal with a ginormous ‘ant-man’.

After the fight and after Cap’s team became free fugitives, you’d received an anonymous call. Not one to be scared, you answered it.

“(y/n)!” The caller said with a familiar joking tone.

“Ugh,” You groan. “Sam.”

“Meet me at the cafe down the road from the tower. I’d like to catch up with you.”

“Who says I can’t arrest you?”

“I know you wouldn’t.” And with that, he hung up on you.

You thought you’d never have to deal with him again. Surely he would’ve kept his distance, surely he would’ve gone underground or something. But nooo, he just had to contact you, didn’t he?

“Sam.” You greet with an obviously annoyed tone.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite friend, (y/n)! This is your usual, right?” He gestures to the untouched plastic cup on the table. It is your favorite, how he knows that, you don’t know.

“Is this a date or something?” You ask, taking a seat.

“Who’s to say it isn’t?” His words shock you, though you don’t let it show. “Aww, come on, don’t look at me like that.”

Furrowed eyebrows and a deep frown decorate your face. You will yourself to ease, but you keep your guard up. “Spit it out, Wilson. What do you need me here for?”

“Now, why would you think I’m scheming something?” He stirs his drink with its straw absentmindedly, sending you a playful stare. He’s being oh so friendly, there has to be something he’s planning.

You scoff, and god does it infuriate him. He’d called you on impulse, he had no idea why and no idea why he even wanted to, but here you were. He had absolutely no plan. “Always pushing my buttons.” He mutters to himself. After clearing his throat, he speaks up again, “I only wanted to talk.”

You raise a brow, one that he really wants to punch off your face.

“You think I can’t do anything nice?”

“I think you’re extremely incapable of doing so.” You and your fancy vocabulary. He wanted you to whisper all your hatred towards him in words he couldn’t understand, just so he could make fun of them; or at least, he hoped. It certainly felt like he wanted it all for another reason.

“But, thanks for the drink.. I guess.” You weren’t raised just to have no manners.

“By the way you owe me-” You cut him off with a familiar glare. “Alright, alright, nothing.”

Suddenly you stand, taking your cup with you. “I have to get going.” For absolutely hating his guts, you look ashamed to leave. “Unlike you, I’m not a fugitive. I have a job to do.”

“Nice seeing you.” He says spontaneously.

“Yeah.”

For a supposed fugitive, you saw him around often. Each time he was nicer and kinder, even if he had even more of a reason to make you his enemy.

Even so, just like always, it was passive aggressive. But there was something new in it; as much as you didn’t want to admit it, the air would be filled with sexual tension.

Everytime you want to see him smirk, you want to both punch and kiss it off his face.

And, it’s only after that you stop seeing him on a regular basis that you realize that he brings out your playful attitude.

Out of all the people in the world, Sam Wilson was not who you wanted to be in a relationship with. Yet the world wanted to be cruel to you and tell you otherwise.

“How’ve the Sokovia Accords been treating you?” You had a ‘date’ at the cafe every week. Sometimes you dreaded it, other times you looked forward to it.

“Horrible,” You say, absentmindedly staring at the abandoned Stark Tower. “They don’t let us go on missions anymore. I’m glad Tony keeps me around, at least. Don’t know what I’d do without him.”

Sam chuckles, god, you hated his laugh. He seemed to laugh at times where he - no, nobody should be laughing. “You’d need to get a civilian job.”

He relishes in the way you scrunch your face in disgust, laughing heartily. You hated the fact that each time you heard his lively sounds of amusement your chest would warm up. It was as if you enjoyed it.

You scoff, turning to look at him with a glare. He doesn’t seem to hate it as much these days. “What do you even do?”

“Oh, various things.” He shoots you a playful look. “I obviously can’t tell you.”

“Are they harder than beating a teenager?” You refer to his battle at the airport versus Spider-Man.

“I told you to drop that.”

You roll your eyes, turning back to the tower. The conversation goes stale for a while. The silence between you is insufferable, especially because the people around you talk so enthusiastically.

Sam takes the last sip of his drink before looking at you. “Hey,” as he reaches to tap you on the shoulder, you turn to him again. He freezes for a second then quickly pulls back his hand. He sends you a smile, awkward and seemingly nervous, “I gotta go.”

You nod. He takes his leave, walking quicker than you’ve ever seen him go. As you stare at his retreating form, your hand subconsciously rubs the place his was going to be. Your shoulder burns at the touch, as if it was denying your hand and calling for his.

Fucking Falcon.

“Hey, would you want to join…” Sam gulps, looking at everything but you. He’s nervous, has been for the past week. He refused to tell you why. “Me, Cap’ and the crew?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Sam, this is what you call me for, at the middle of the night? What does that even mean?”

“Well, we do some vigilante stuff, make sure nobody knows it’s us. I was wondering if you wanted to join us.” Without giving it so much as a thought, you scoff. The sound disappoints him, of course you didn’t want to join him. What was he even thinking about?

“You think I would join you?”

But he saw how painful it was for you to sign the Sokovia Accords, your remorse as you fought them… you were a good person, he knew that.

“Then what are you going to do?” He groans, “The accords prohibit you from doing anything at all. The Avengers grouped together to save people. Even if they try to stop us, we have to keep going. We risk our lives for the people, not to appease the government!”

“But all of this happened because of our mistake! The Sokkovia Accords only-” You keep going on and on, to the point where you’re only spouting nonsense. Sam knows you, even if he’s been your rival the entire time you’ve known each other; as your former ally, he knows everything about your morals.

He knows you don’t mean this shit, he knows that you’re lying to yourself, and he knows that you regret signing. He can tell that much from the moments you’ve been spending together.

“(y/n), listen to me.” He puts his hands on your shoulders, stopping you from ranting any longer. “You’re lying to yourself.”

“You wouldn’t know that.” You scoff, despite the longing sensation he leaves on your shoulders. You try to push him away, but he doesn’t let you. “You-”

He interrupts you with a kiss and it’s everything you’ve been waiting for. It’s rough but it certainly wakes you up.

“You’re lying to yourself.” He repeats.

You take a deep breath, regaining your composure. “You’re right.”

“Come with me, please.” Sam pleads, trailing his hand up to your face and cupping your cheeks. “I miss having you on my side.”

You give in to his touch, moving into his arms for an embrace. “Alright.”

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comingtothetree23 · 5 years ago

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Spidey Effect

Paring: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You and Peter are spiders but what you never expected was to have some side effect.

Word Count: 3K

Warning: Swearing.

A/N: I got some of these ideas from amazing writers from Ao3. So I am not original but thanks for reading

You and Peter were bitten by spiders. luckily for you two, two different radioactive spiders because if so whew that would be difficult. Being Spider-Man and Spider-Woman was amazing but there were side effects, which led to some interesting situations.

It started with Peter, it was a Sunday which led to you two and all the avengers sitting in the living room watching a movie. Peter had his head on your lap your hands messing with his curls, once in a while giving his forehead a good kiss or two.

"So, they just slept standing up?" Sam asked as he grabbed a handful of popcorn, you moved your eyes from Peter to the screen thinking. You squinted at the screen in thought.

"Is that even possible?" Tony asked from his spot on the couch, you giggled as Peter has his feet on his lap. Peter smiled goofily up at your laughing face, how'd he get so lucky?

"We can sleep standing up, but we are not as good at it as other creatures, for example, birds," Bruce explained making you all look at him before looking at the screen in thought,

"Huh."

"That guy should have kept his mouth shut." You shook your head as the guy got shot, Your hands start messaging Peter's scalp without realizing it. Peter instantly relaxed and closed his eyes with a context sigh.

"If he didn't say that I would have gone for the cop." Nat sipped her drink as the movie continued. You thought about her comment before nodding to yourself. You felt something near and for some reason, you started to blush, then you all heard it.

A purr!

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Peter who didn't notice he was purring until you poked him. He opened his eyes and noticed everyone staring at him. He thought back for a moment before his face turned beet red.

"Pl-Please tell me that didn't happen?" He asked you quickly, You gave him a look before giggling and kissing his forehead. Peter blushed even more at your response and covered his face.

"Pete, I'm sorry I think I've been hearing things but did you just...purr?" Tony looked at him waiting for an answer. Peter peeped his eyes through his hands.

"That's what I heard."

"Sounds like it."

"Don't be embarrassed." You started massaging his scalp again as you smile at him, "I think it's adorable!" The blush never left your face, confusing everyone, except Bruce.

"You think a purr is adorable?" Sam looked at you like you were crazy but you just shrugged him off, cuddling Peter closer to you. You and Peter were both confused too but whatever.

"Well, They were both bitten by spiders," Bruce explained, making you all look at him confused. You and Peter looked at each other before staring at Bruce.

"What do you mean?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, the sounds are part of an elaborate communication system that male spiders use to woo females." You stared at Bruce confused while Peter blushed harder, "Male spiders actually produce vibrations, which hit surrounding dried leaves and cause them to vibrate. The vibrating leave produces a low "purring" sound audible to humans, and that sound travels."

"Makes sense." You nodded like you understood, "Sooo, what does that mean?" You smiled sheepishly at him. they gave you a look making you look down quickly.

"You are the only one feeling the vibration," Tony explained make both you and Peter nod as everyone watched you so, "So, you planning on making this a normal thing 'cause I'll never get used to it." You gave a small chuckle.

"That's all up to Peter." You nudged Peter's shoulder making him blush and look down, "I'm kidding."

"I didn't know I could do that actually." He answered you while avoiding everyone's piercing eyes.

"You didn't?"

"That's strange."

"Why'd it only appear now?"

"It must be a side effect from the bite," Bruce noted as he looked at you and Peter with great interest.

"Wait," You looked around at Tony and Bruce, "Does that mean I can have some side effects? Since I was bitten by a spider too?"

"I guess only time will tell." Bruce shrugged making you and Peter stare at each other in confusion, "We'll just have to watch out for them."

"God, I need more coffee." Tony sighed before leaving the room.

The next time you guys found something new it was with you at the worst time. It happened during a mission. You and Peter were paired up together to make a distraction for the others to sneak in. You two were now webbing up the guys to the wall. You suddenly felt a violent shiver run through your body, which Peter noticed.

"You okay, (N/n)?" You gave him a nod as you continued to web them up. Peter watched you and the more he did the more he realized you were moving slower than usual, "Are you sur-"

"Spider-Children!" Tony yelled through your coms, "You got everything covered? Can Nat and the others break-in?" You went to answer but let out a big yawn, one that was heard, "...Did you just yawn at me (Y/n)?"

"(Y/n)'s dead."

"Shut it, Sam!"

"Sorry! Sorry! Uh...Yea we got these guys covered." You looked over to see their bodies literally covered in webs, "...literally."

"Don't want to know what that means."

"Are you sure your okay?" Peter put a hand on your shoulder and he felt how cold you were, "Jesus (Y/n), Turn your heater on. Your freezing!" Tony pretty much made the suits the same except for the design, you that made yourself.

"...Oh yeah. Karen heater." You closed your eyes expecting to be covered in heat but...nothing, "Karen heater please." You waited but nothing happened again.

"Sorry (Y/n), Your heater seemed to be broken in battle," Karen explained making Peter worried and you annoyed.

"'Course it was." You grumbled before walking away, "Might as well finish this." Peter stared at you for a moment before speeding after you. You walked into the cold storm without even thinking.

"(Y/n) Where you heading?" Peter asked as he watched you walk. That's a good question actually you.... didn't remember. You stumble and fall causing Peter to run toward you and help you up.

"(Y/n) Are you alright? What's going on!?" Peter frowned as he looked around where you were. The eyes of your mask started closing slowly as you let out a sleepy hum, "Are you falling asleep?"

"'s cold...tired." You mumbled out before nuzzling your face in Peter's neck, "...Warm..." you hummed before closing your eyes. Peter frowned as watched you.

"(Y/n) c'mon, not now. You can sleep once we're back on the jet." Peter shook your shoulder to wake you up, but you didn't wake, "(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Wake up." He shook you more frantic by the minute. He stared at you for a moment he moves your mask to show your peaceful sleeping face, he placed his hand on your cheek and it was freezing!, "You're freezing!"

"Karen? Is she messing with me?" Peter frowned as he continues to stare at you, you haven't moved yet. He knew you liked the mess around with him but didn't expect now.

"(Y/n) is currently in a deep sleep." Peter's frown deepens as he wondered why were you sleeping, "I am unable to figure out how to wake her up." That made Peter sit up in a panic, your limp body falling into the icy ground.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Wake up!" He shook your frantically but the only reaction he got was you trying to nuzzle your face in the snow, which was a bad idea since our heater broke.

"Guys, (Y/n) won't wake up!" Peter yelled in her comms

"What are you talking about, Underoos?" Tony's voice rang through the comms.

"(Y-Y/n) she fell asleep I don't know why but she did and now Karen is telling me she's in a deep sleep and doesn't know how to wake her up. I tried waking her up but she won't it's like-" Peter rambled before getting cut off.

"WHat?"

"Was she hit?"

"She fell asleep?"

"N-No he wasn't hit..." He thought for a moment, "Well her suit heater broke but that's it." Peter picked you up and held you close as you snuggled close to him, "After that she just fell asleep."

"Probably from her heater breaking."

"No really?"

"That's..okay. It's okay we'll figure it out later." Tony let out a long sigh, "Just bring her back to the jet." Peter nodded before picking you up and swinging over to the jet.

When everyone returned to the jet, They saw Peter sitting down while you had your face in his neck while your legs were wrapped around his waist. Peter blushed as he noticed all their gazes.

"She's...really cuddly." He mumbled out trying to cross his arms but couldn't cause of you. The Avengers all smirked for a moment causing Peter to roll his eyes at them.

"Alright let's see what that's all about." Tony pointed to you and Peter before clapping his hands, "F.R.I? Can you give us a report?" There was a moment before F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke up.

"(Y/n) is showing signs of hibernation." That caused everyone to pause and stare at where her voice was.

"uh, F.R.I say that again?" Tony was sure he misheard her, you couldn't possibly be hibernating that was weird and also only for animals but by the other's look, they heard the same thing.

"(Y/n) is showing signs of hibernation," F.R.I.D.A.Y. repeated herself causing everyone to slowly look toward your sleeping form. There was a painfully long pause.

"Not the strangest thing I heard." Tony muttered before walking over to a chair and putting on his sunglasses, "Let Brucie know we need some help once we get back."

"Message sent anything else boss?" F.R.I.D.A.Y asked causing Tony to shake his head before the silence returned. Peter rested his cheek on your forehead.

Once back at the tower, You were placed in the Medbay on a bed while Tony and Bruce looked you over. Peter sat on a chair next to your bed as he watched them work.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Peter asked as his leg bounced up and down from nervousness. He hasn't left your side since the mission and he didn't want to leave your side until your safe.

"She's gonna be fine we just need to warm her up and maybe if it's needed give her some shots, that's all." Bruce calmed him down before checking you over for injuries. Peter let out a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair.

"Thank jeuse christ."

"Strong laugure there, Pete." Tony tease as he grabbed your limb hand before dropping it, "Do we even know why this happened?"

"Not really but if I had to guess I think it's being spiders hibernate." Bruce explained looking at the blood sample he took a couple of minutes ago.

"Whoa wait, Spiders can hibernate!?" Peter sat up in his chair in panic, this could happen every winter!?

"Spiders hibernate in the winter depending on its species. Species like the tarantula and the fishing spider live long and tend to hibernate in the winter." Bruce explains before looking over at Peter, "I guess one of those spiders bit her."

"Does that mean this could happen every winter!?" Peter looked at your sleeping form with a frown before looking up at the scientist for answers.

"Not if we keep her warm throughout winter." Bruce shrugged before getting ready to leave the room, "So next winter all we have to do if keep her warm up, even off mission."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, warm up the room will ya?" Tony says to the A.I. getting ready to exit the room himself.

"Will do, Boss." The room suddenly got much much warmer than before. Tony stopped as he looked over at Peter, who was still watching over your form.

"Don't worry, Spidey. I'll make something that'll keep her warm." Tony promised before leaving Peter in the room all alone, well expect for you.

Peter stared at your form for many moments, you were wearing pajamas now and your face looked peaceful. Peter sat there for a while before slowly standing up and laying down on the bed. He waited a couple more minutes before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. You didn't even twitch but you were still cold.

Peter arms tighten around you.

Heat

that was the first thing you felt when you slowly woke up. You didn't open your eyes yet, you didn't want to. You felt something touching your forehead first before you felt the arms wrapped around you. Then you heard the voices.

"C'mon, let me take a picture of them." It was a male voice, you were to sleepy to even try to recognized it, "Their adorable!"

"They are pretty cute." A woman chuckled then you heard the sound of shuffling and felt the bed dip as someone sat on the end of the bed, "You're taking a photo, aren't you?" right as she said that a flash went off, you wince before nuzzling your face in the arm.

"C'mon how can you expect me not to? Look at them!"

"Fine, Fine.... You got that picture saved right?"

"Already got it." There was a couple of footsteps before he says, "getting ready to frame it."

"Tony." The voice scolded

"What? You were thinking the same thing." That's when it finally hit you, they took a picture of you sleeping.

"Creepy." you whispered out causing the two people to pause before you forced your eyes open. You were in the Medbay and you were baddled up like a baby you looked up to see Peter tucked you under his chin with his arms wrapped around you. You smiled at his sleeping face before looking at the two.

Pepper and Tony looked back at you as you raised a brow. You just now noticed Pepper messing with Peter's curls as she sat down not the bed you and Peter were apparently sharing.

"What-What happened?" You rapsed out, still tired to say a full sentence. Pepper gave you a soft smile as Tony walked closer to the bed.

"Your suits heater broke and that caused you to go into hibernation for about two days." Your eyes widened at that, "Pete here never left your side." You frowned as you looked at Peter again, "Oh and I almost forgot." You looked back to see Tony putting a hoodie on the bed, "There's a heater in there so you won't be cold." You looked at the hoodie that was in your favorite color before giving him a smile.

"Thanks, Tony." Tony gave you a smile before patting your head and getting ready to sleep.

"Go back to sleep, Kid. We're just happy you woke up." Once he and Pepper left you room you smiled as you turned in Peters grip to nuzzle his neck, giving his neck a small kiss.

Something that effected both you and Peter was figured out on Christmas eve. You and Peter were sitting next to each other you two were under mistleto. You gave a small blush before wrapping your arms around his neck. He looked up at you with unsure eyes.

"Are you sure your comfortable with this?" You gave him a small smile as he asked you. You loved how caring he was as you gave him a small nod making his face light up, "if you insist…" he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a beautiful, amazing kiss. Hell, words shouldn't describe how much you loved the kiss. Around you two the Avengers cheered.

"Finally!"

"Long time coming..."

"Told ya."

"Wait, I need a photo!"

"Awe, how sweet."

"Celebration brownies!" That caught everyone attention. You all scrambled to get a piece, you and Peter smiled as you cheers your brownies before eating them.

"Bluh!" You quickly spat it out since it was awful! You quickly look up to the Avengers and blushed, "I-I'm so sorry I didn't know hat ca-"

"What are these!? It's disgusting!" Peter frowned as he stopped eating his. Your eyes widen as you look over at him in relief.

"You agree with me!? Thank god they weren't good, right!?" You grabbed his shoulder and shook him a little before waiting for his answer. The others watched confused as he bunched on their delicious brownie.

"Right!" Peter answered before looking at the Avengers in front of them. You both gave a sheepish smile as they continued to stare.

"I don't know what's wring with you two but these are amazing!" Sam gushed as he went to grab another brownie, making both you and Peter cringe.

"Yea honestly one of the best things I've tasted." Tony nodded before giving you two a suspicious look.

"I guess you don't like my Peppermint brownies."

"I dunno why, I like brownies." Peter frowned as he looked at the brownies.

"Yea, me too. What gives?" You ask before everyone slowly turned to look at Bruce, who was enjoying the winter energy.

"Why is it always me?" He sighs before standing up and walking by the Christmas tree, confusing everyone. He came back with a candy cane, "Try it." You and Peter looked at each other when you did but both frowned and threw it away from you.

"What did you do to it!?"

"So gross!"

"There it is." Bruce sighed before going back to sit down, "Don't worry people it's a spider thing. Spiders don't like the smell of citrus fruits like lemon, nor eucalyptus, tea tree and peppermint."

"Oh."

"Makes sense."

"Understandable."

"Fucking Spiders..."

"Goddamn it I liked peppermint." You threw yourself onto the couch, enjoying the heat the hoodie gave off. Peter sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"At least we're not alone." peter shrugged as you looked up at him with a small smile.

"Yeah I guess it does." You smile at him before he leaned his head down to give you a kiss, which you gladly returned.

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keithan-p · 4 years ago

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Hi can you please do all dorm leaders with my oc, Emiko pls.

Sure! Then the scenario will be~

🥀The dorm leaders met Emiko planting flowers🥀

If you want to request me you can check out the pinned post!

Enjoy🥀

🥀Riddle Rosehearts 🥀

...

Riddle just burst out his dorm angrily, it seems that his dorm students caused more trouble, or should I say, broke the rules?

He starts wandering around the school,trying to cool his temper down , then he stumbled upon a garden.

The scent of flowers stopped Riddle from walking, such nice and soothing smell! Riddle couldn't help but stood there and doze off his thoughts ...

"Riddle..? What brings you here?"

Surprised,Riddle slightly trembled. He then looked around and saw a small figure holding a pot of roses, looking at him with big eyes

Riddle then quickly gets his thoughts back and get back to his bossy pose, looking around the garden as if he was just patroling

" Is it you who runs this garden? Quite nice i might say”

Emiko nodded and smiled as she slightly bows down to show gratitude for his compliment

"yeah, I really like flowers, so I applied to run this garden！Here,have these roses ,you can..take it as a gift"

Handing over the pot of roses , she smiled to the red haired man. Riddle then took the pot of flowers and thanked Emiko, then turned around wanting to leave, suddenly Riddle had a sudden thought..

He swiftly turn around and placed a rose by her ear, as he said:

" Rules of Queen of hearts ! Give me peaches, I will return you plums, take that as a gratitude from me"

Leaving the flustered Emiko, Riddle left the garden with a good mood~ ❤️

🥀Leona Kingscholar🥀

...

Leona were just skipping classes as always, wandering around the school since he wanted to look for another nice sleeping spot other than his bedroom.

Moaning about life, he stumbled upon a garden.This place will do! Sleeping with a nice scent and all... Ahh how soothing~

He then walk into the garden looking for a spot for him to lie down and rest himself. Luckily,there was a big Oak tree somewhere in the garden, he quickly walk towards it and 'bump!' he lies down on the grass, purring as he starts sleeping

...

"Uhh...L-leona senpai..?"

A shaky voice woke Leona up from his sleep, irritated , he slowly opened his eyes and found a very blurry figure face in front of him. It seems like..a girl's face! Shocked , he quickly gets up , ahh... It's the herbivore

"tch- what do you want..?"

Slightly trembling, Emiko explained that he is sleeping at the garden and that he couldn't sleep there since the grass there are still buds， they need sunshine. Too much pressure would stop the buds grow

“You seem to know a lot of green stuff huh，alright alright ill get up”

just as he finished talking, something fell down ... After Leona could know it, Emiko slightly screamed-

"E-Ehh?!-"

A spider , no ... A BIG spider falls down from the tree and starts crawling towards Emiko. She starts panicking,but at the moment the spider were crushed by a shoe-Leona grinned as he picked the dead spider up..

"think I know your weakness herbivore. though ,that reaction on your face is real cute you know, maybe I should scare you more often next time..."

With that grin, he patted Emiko's head and left the garden...

🥀Azul Ashrengrotto 🥀

...

"sigh... Where could it be..."

Looking very intense,Azul walks around the school , it seems that he is looking for something...

His missing spare spectacles, that is what he was looking for, it seems that Floyd borrowed Azul his spare glasses since Floyd needed it to 'look at tiny insects', pretty bad reason but Azul lend it to him anyways, and when Floyd gets back, it's gone

"That twin-! sigh... What did I do to deserve this"

While he was moaning, he smelled something nice, smells like... flowers? He continued walking towards and saw a garden full of beautiful flowers!

There's not that much pretty flowers under the sea you know? Azul were so amused by it! While he was busy staring at dandelions, a voice interrupted his flower gazing.

"A-azul..?"

WAIT- someone is here? He quickly idle back to his pose, and saw the small figure..it was Emiko!

"Ahh, it's you. Let's see, you run this place?"

Emiko nodded and just as she was going to ask Azul something, Azul interrupted her with a voice full of excitement

"May I ask what flower are these? Oh! And I remember that flowers had languages,do you know them, can you tell me? Oh! And which of them are ....."

It goes on and on, Emiko gave an awkward smile and also found that this side of Azul is also very cute

Think he knew someone was staring him, he quickly gave a few coughs and apologize for his sudden excitement.

Emiko wave his hand and said that it's fine then started to explain the things amAzul wanted to know patiently.Azul asked so many questions sometime even Emiko couldn't handle it...

"I see.. I see... Hold on a second...I'm sorry, it's almost time for me to head back to my dorm, I need to settle things in Mostro Lounge,I'm very thankful for today,Emiko"

After that, he smiled and wave his hand goodbye to Emiko, Emiko chuckled a little , she also had a great time...

"Wait. .. WHERE IS MY SPARE SPECTACLES?"

🥀

🥀Kalim Al Asim🥀

...

"Emi-chan~!I brought our bento! C'mon let's eat together!"

Recess is finally here, Kalim speeds his footsteps and walk right into the garden,knowing that Emiko will definitely be in there

Just as he thought, She is! But kinda got surprise by the sudden welcome from Kalim though

"Oh-sorry did I scare you? "

Kalim noticed that he was indeed being a bit loud just now, and apologized for that, he got Emiko's turning head as return. After checking that he's fine to have lunch with her , he went to Emiko's side

"These are all foods made by Jamiru! He's so cool right?!"

He took the bento Jamil made and hand it over to Emiko

"Eh-ehh? You could have it! I'm fine!"

Emiko quickly denied the offer Kalim gave but it soon was stopped when Kalim swiftly stuffed a spoon of rice in Emiko’s mouth

“Ehehe~daijyoubu! I told Jamiru to make this just for you!"

Smiling as usual, he looked at Emiko's suffering from the food, then he quickly pull the spoon out, let Emiko breath...

"I- I appreciate that Kalim"

Emiko then coughed a little and thanked Kalim for the bento

They both then sat on the bench and ate bento together as they talked... Well it was Kalim who mostly talked

Even though Kalim talked a lot Emiko really had a great time since she's very shy and couldn'tt talk to people easily, she's relieved that she had Kalim in her side...

"Why are you looking at me like that? You want me to feed you?"

After hearing Kalim saying that upmost embarrassing words, Emiko's red suddenly goes red ,making Kalim worried,kept on asking if she's alright

"i-im fine.. Kalim "

Kalim just tilted his head, not knowing why did Emiko's face gets so red , then he continued talking about his dorm

You can hear laughs coming out from the garden, then you know that they're having a good time there~

🥀

🥀Vil schoenheit 🥀

...

Vil needs some flowers for his flower bath today, which means he'll need to borrow some flowers from the garden, wait.. who is in charge of the garden again..?

Just as he was in thought, he arrived at the garden, lots of flowers are awaiting him there, the scent of nice and soothing smell really brings Vil into calmness...

"Vil-senpai..!"

Vil heard a very familiar voice and when he realised, Emiko had been holding Waterer,standing in front of vil.

"Oh- isn't it the Yam ... I need to look for the person who is incharge here, do you know who it is?"

Emiko awkwardly laughed a little and said that the person who is in charge is actually her.

Vil swiftly apologized and ask for some lilies for his flower bath, Emiko nodded and led him to the lily section

Rows and rows of lilies are awaiting Vil , Vil started staring at the lilies, trying to pick the one lily he wanted while Emiko watered the plants

"Yam, I've decided, get me these lilies and cut them for me, thank you"

Vil handed 3 lilies to Emiko and they went to the cutting machine ,the cutting machines makes flower bags for flower baths, they cut down flower petals and stem， all put them in one bag

While waiting for the flowers to be done, Vil starts checking Emiko’s outfit and all..

"Yam! You didn't style your hair nicely today didn't you? And that apron doesn't match with your clothes... You need to learn colour palettes ..."

Vil started straighten all the wrinkles on her uniform and aprons， the distance between them is very close making Emiko flustered...

just as Vil couldn't get any closer，the flower machine had done cutting. Vil sighed as he grabs the flower bag and thanked Emiko

"thanks again Yam, don't forget to style your hair next time"

After that, Vil left the garden , even so Emiko still had the red face from just now...

"thought we could get more closer... "

🥀

🥀Idia Shroud 🥀

...

Idia NEVER went out only when he really really REALLY NEEDS to, but you know... He just wanted to meet his Emiko... So then the Idia adventure begins!

Grr.. walking around and people looking at you weirdly ...come on Emiko show yourself already... Do I need to sing 'show yourself' for you to show up..?

Though I'm not Elsa...

There are as many idia’s inner dramas as usual...How dearly he wanted Emiko to show up! He then idle around the school and couldn't find Emiko's single hair!

He was about to give up ,but then he walk by a garden, a garden huh... Emiko would definitely tries to be in charge of one...

Hold on a second

He quickly went into the garden and saw Emiko planting daisies peacefully,not knowing that Idia is there

Sigh... So she was here.. Welp, mission accomplished.

Wait, you wouldn't think that Idia would want and talk to Emiko don't you?

I mean.. how?

Idia couldn't talk to her ,hes afraid that she will find him annoying. ..

Hiding behind the bushes he looked at Emiko like a creepy stalker, suddenly, Emiko stood up and walk towards the bushes

She squated down as she said:

"Come out Idia, let's plant together if you're okay with that"

She let out a smile, that smile easily warms Idia's heart... He slowly gets up while grabbing Emiko's hand and goes planting with her!

Idia had never been outside that long...

He hasn't.. AND HES DYING OUT OF HOTNESS

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🥀Malleus Draconia🥀

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Emiko is just watering her plants in the garden, doing what she likes to do... Yeah, sometimes being alone is actually more comfortable, maybe cause Emiko is afraid to talk to others...

Suddenly, some weird green glowing things appeared in the garden, just a blink of an eye, a man with green eyes and black silky hair appeared too.. it was Malleus

"oh my child of man, or should I call beastie? Just as I thought,you were here..."

Surprised, emiko trembled but relieved after she realises that it was Malleus. She asked Malleus that what was he doing here as Malleus answered:

"Why I wonder... You weren't at the ramshackle dorm so I expected that you would be here.. Hm? Are you implying that I can't look for you ?"

Emiko quickly shakes her head implying that she didn't think that way, she even told Malleus that she is very happy to see Malleus here

"I see, well, what would you like me to do with you?"

Emiko starts to think hardly on what should they do but then failed.. she told Malleus that she couldn't think of any since she only wanted to spend time with him that's all

As if Malleus was touched by emiko's cuteness, a faint blush appeared on his face.

"Thats- the first time I've ever heard that..your a bold one beastie.. aren't you scared of me?"

Why would I? Said Emiko, she stated that Malleus was a strong wizard but a kind one too..

"Ahaha.. stop praising me already, it's getting faker you know. Though, I really appreciate those praises... Now beastie, let's spend some time together"

Malleus Draconia spending his day with Emiko... Wait.. did I hear Sebek's voice?

MALLEUS RUN!!

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OK I WROTE THIS SPENDING A LOT OF TIME WTH I REALLY HOPE YALL LIKE IT

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