#warning for yap incoming

[sakasakiii]

Hello!! I just noticed your header and since I also love hsr and the current story on amphoreus I was wondering if you've ever drawn something for it? or maybe a tolkien x hsr crossover or something? that would be so cool in your style! anyways, I love your art, everytime I see a new post it always brightens my day, hope you're doing great!!

hiiiii anon!!! thank you for checking in- im indeed doing great and im tickled you noticed my header! im so happy to find another honkai star rail fan out here in the great beleriand tumblr wilds omg.... i would never expect those two fandoms to cross-pollinate but here we are, yippee!!

ive never actually considered doing a hsr x tolkien crossover up until now bc i thought there was no way anyone would know what i was doing HAHA but youve emboldened me anon.... as such, please accept a rough doodle of some finweans as chrysos heirs :D

these may be questionable picks lorewise but would i be held liable if i said i mostly picked who-as-who based on pure aesthetics alone jnsdsdfjnf...... mydei/maedhros was an absolute MUST on my end but the rest came along naturally afterwards ! i couldnt figure out who to draw as castorice sadly, or potential crossover matchups from penacony or the luofu :'D luthien and daeron as robin and sunday is growing on me however....

but to answer your first question, i actually have done a previous hsr project....! it was fresh off the conclusion of penacony and i was in my aventurine phase so ended up making an animatic of him to the vocaloid song 'wozwald' that you can find here on youtube if it interests you 🫣 i never posted it here on tumblr bc it felt so out of left field for this tolkien-centric blog jcsjahaha but since ive finally brought it up, ill attach some screenshots that im still kinda proud of under the cut ^^

thank you very much for taking the time to ask again, anon!!!! i was so excited when i got your ask that after i saw the notif upon waking up, i couldnt go back to sleep bc my brain immediately started thinking up possible crossover ideas 😅 thank you also for the sweet words of encouragement ajsdbds,, im super honoured you like my art and i hope future posts wont disappoint!! may you win your upcoming 50/50s and may version 3.4 have mercy on us all 🙏

assorted screenshots from the video ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[amanedachi]

iron / heart

Part of LoL Esports Elemental Series.

[binglepringle]

“I like this ship a lot”

(I have written actual poetry about them)

[jellicatty]

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[fixated-cookies]

OOUUU I LOVE OBLIVIOUS READERS (because me too the fuck)

the pv x oblivious spouse ask u got made me think of shmilk and an oblivious partner/spouse who's all like "yeah, that's my bf who i love very much, he's a little silly but i promise he's nice (when he wants to be)!", meanwhile shmilk in the bg, frothing at the mouth and growling like a deranged animal bc the person his lovely lovely doll was talking to hit on them (but they didn't notice)

reader: aw babe? need extra cuddling? are you okay? D:

(yandere) shmilk, holding onto reader for dear life, head buried in their hair, content like a cat cuz there's a bitch™ being actively puppet tortured in the basement: matter of fact i think you should pay more attention to me, hm?~ too many people taking space in your lil nogging, doll! it should only be me~

reader: totally normal behavior! :D

(totally don't think about shmilk fucking the reader stupid because he's jealous, prattling on and on w/ his possessive obsessive bullshit, while the reader is smiling like an idiot, briefly thinking "aw? he loves me so!! he's so cute but he should stop stressing, i love him so much!!" before not thinking shit cuz the dick is that good™)

RIGHT?!? Why would you waste your precious thoughts in your little head on those nameless cookies that don't matter? They don't even deserve a role as an extra in this performance...

Smut incoming

Ooh just imagine you talking about them in front of him, rambling on and on about how kind and nice they were to you. Meanwhile he's trying to keep his composure. You barely even noticed the moment Shadow Milk’s mood shifted. His grin had tightened, his gaze had darkened, and he was suddenly much closer than before.

Then, as you continued to chat—blissfully unaware of the way his jaw tensed every time you so much as spoke about that nameless cookie. Without warning, you felt the weight of him collapse against you."Mmmmhh… no," Shadow Milk huffs, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around you in a vice grip. "Don’t wanna hear another word about them. Not interested. Nope."

His voice is saccharine, sing-songy in a way that should be playful, but there’s a bite to it—a pout laced with something much sharper. You blink, startled, trying to shift, but he refuses to budge. "Shadow Milk—?" "Shhhhhhhhhhhh…" He hums, snuggling closer—possessively, stubbornly, his breath warm against your skin. "Not listening. Not listening."

So here he is, ravishing you with fevered, all-consuming kisses, pressing you against the nearest surface like he’s trying to erase any trace of that insignificant insect from your memory. Oh, but of course you’d forget, doll~ You’re just so busy, aren’t you? Entertaining all these side characters, letting them yap and yap in your precious ear—tsk, tsk. What a shame! What a tragedy! The star of the show, getting distracted by background noise! But don’t worry, poppet. Shadow Milk Cookie will fix that.

He devours you, his lips crashing against yours in a fevered, desperate kiss, hands gripping you tight—possessive, unyielding, demanding.

"Oh, poor thing~" he croons between kisses, his voice dripping with something mockingly sweet. "You’ve been working so hard, haven’t you? Entertaining all these side characters, wasting your precious time—tsk, tsk." He nips at your lips, at your jaw, down to the sensitive curve of your neck, leaving trails of heat wherever his mouth wanders. His grip tightens at your waist, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

"You must be so tired, hmm? So terribly exhausted from all that meaningless chatter." His fingers trail up your arm, slow, teasing, tracing patterns into your skin. "But don’t you worry, my dear, sweet doll, I’ll make sure you never waste your time like that again~."

He kisses you deeper, harder, as if trying to erase every memory of anyone but him.

And when his cock finally sinks into you, you'll find out the thoughts of whoever unfortunate cookie that was in your head melt out rather quickly. "What a shame… That little side character already slipped from your mind, didn’t they? Already replaced by me? I should've been all you were thinking about in the first place, dearie." Oh, but he wants to make sure of it. His lips trail down the length of your neck, slow, possessive, until—

Bite.

It’s not enough to break skin, no, but it’s sharp, lingering, enough to make you gasp—and that sound? Oh, that delicious sound? It makes him grin.

Shadow Milk Cookie is the type who needs to leave proof of his love, something undeniable that stains your skin like the lingering touch of his magic. Kisses are wonderful, yes—deep, fervent, consuming—but bites? Ohhh, bites are even better. Because kisses fade. But marks Marks stay.

He'll grab the underside of your leg while leaning into your neck just biting all over while thrusting until he makes sure every single tainted thought in your head is filled with nothing but him. Listening to your gasp and moans as he fills you in deeper and deeper...

His voice is a smug little hum, his grin utterly insufferable.

"That’s right, doll~ You’re mine. And you love it, don’t you?"

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Guess who is back? I've been gone for two days, yes I know, I just needed a break lol. Guess who also got into jambound on ao3?? ME!!I I've been studying how shadow milk talks and interacts with others because unfortunately, I'm not far enough in the game yet to actually meet him yet. But his interactions with shadow milk cookie in the fic are sooo canon!! You guys are in for a treat the next time I write PV and SM, get ready!!

[gracie-eilish]

roommate!billie au [pt. 1??]

warnings: reader is described to be sorta feminine (this is self indulgent… and maybe a bit true for some people not for gracie tho👀🫢??????? pls let me indulge in my college fantasy’s😭)

an: i was inspired by all the au’s that have little blurbs within them as well as just headcannons and thought what a fun way to write some stories in one story! so, credit to whoever started doing these!!🥳🥳 (someone pls in the comment tell me who it was so i can tag them properly and praise them for their creativity‼️‼️‼️)

roommate! billie, who seemed like a complete sweetheart over text all summer!!

she’s very close with her family, a music production major with a minor in songwriting, vegan, has a dog named shark, originally from the LA area, and just all around good vibes.

roommate! billie, who moved in first, leaving you surprised to see a half decorated room when you arrive with your own crew.

she was respectful of your side of the room. hers was decorated with vintage music posters, soft lighting, a guitar in the corner, a keyboard where her desk would be, photos of presumably her family and friends, it looked fun! cozy!!

roommate! billie, who made your heart drop when she walked into the room after returning from saying goodbye to her family.

you saw some photos from her instagram post on the incoming freshmen page, but my god real life was so different. she had the brightest blue eyes you had ever seen, perfectly placed freckles decorating her cheeks, a slight sunburn from her recent beach trip, fiery red hair at the roots, pink pillowy lips.. pillowy?? what a weird thing to think…..

roommate! billie, who insisted you both stay up all night chatting and getting to know each other since classes didn’t start till monday.

she has an older brother named finneas and basically a sister in law named claudia, she loves to hang out and vibe but isn’t a huge partier- but she won’t say no to one if the occasion arises- she wants to be a producer/songwriter when she grows up, she’s not labeled but she does like guys and girls…your heartbeat quickened at that thought.

she thought your side of the room was cute so far. soft y/f/c bedspread, a thousand of soft pillows, the cute fairy lights and photos tacked onto the wall. comfy slippers on the floor next to your slightly lofted bed, matching the fluffy step stool.

she had a glint in your eye that made you shy… it’s just because it’s the first day.. right?

roommate! billie, who found you adorable. she was hanging on your every word the whole night, laughing and smiling and enjoying getting to know you.

roommate! billie, who couldn’t fall asleep that night, and couldn’t help but notice how peaceful and cozy you looked across the room.

she giggled a bit at your zillion pillows propping you up, the eye mask covering your face, your matching pj set, the little humidifier glowing a soft purple “because blue light is bad for your eyes but blue is a calming color. so the purple adds in the red which cancels out some blue light and promotes sleepiness.” she bit her lip, hiding a smile at your yapping.

roommate! billie, who quickly became your best friend on campus, like so many roommates do. you both walked to the meal hall together with some of your other shared friends, you pregamed and went to parties together, you both studied and did homework in the library together, you name it and you’ve probably done it together.

… almost literally. one night after a party, billie had had one too many while claws leaving her tipsy as can be. after seeing her pound the last one, you opted for water the rest of the night knowing you’d be on mama bear duty when you got home.

you had her sat on her bed while you tried to get her changed into pjs.

“cheeky,” she slurred, smirking at you while you. got her top off.

“bils,” you giggled. “please just let me get you into pjs. you need to go to bed.”

“okayyyyy, but can i tell you a secret first?” she pouted up at you while you got an oversized tee over her head.

“what’s up?”

“y’so pretty,” she slurred with a big dreamy smile on her face. you scoffed and rolled your eyes, not knowing why you were blushing all of a sudden.

“and you’re drunk, missy.”

“m’serious!! thought so the first day we met. cute little matching athletic set on and your little ponytail,” she followed your guide and laid down on her side while you pulled her blanket up. “y’were so cute talking about your blue or purple sleepy lights.” her eyes drifted closed and before you knew it she was out like a light.

… why was your heart beating so fast?? why were you smiling so big? how did you get so sweaty???

before getting into bed you flipped your calendar to the next page.. it was only september…

[chanelnumbermine]

hii! could you write some kimi x reader fluff? please and thank youu<3

sure i can! buckle up, teenage feels incoming!

second first | andrea kimi antonelli x gn!reader

warnings: none! bit awkwardness and butterflies flying around

summary: what happens when you’re both way too awkward and stressed about the first date?

you and kimi were introduced by mutual friends, hanging out from time to time with the group

you always seemed to laugh so much together, discussing zombie apocalypse survival, different types of zombies, and even what you would do if you had to face them together!

that thought always made both of you giggle and blush, much to the amusement of your friends

“god, just go on a date already! we’re tired of your endless yapping, jeez”

and so you did

“um, well, would you uh-“ “right! mm, yeah, i’d love to go have lunch!” “-hand me my phone, well, uhh, that too!! sorry, thank you! i’ll text you the address”

you scratched your neck in embarrassment, and he hid his face in his hands

"sorry-" "you don't have to-"

you both spoke at the same time and burst into laughter

it was easier to laugh than to speak, with all your friends around and the weight of your own undefined feelings lingering in your mind

the restaurant was nice, maybe too noce for two teenagers to have their first date and it was obvious someone was trying *really* hard

kimi was wearing a suit, a suspiciously well tied tie around his neck: a consequence of ollie's lessons and eventually doing it himself because kimi's hands were shaking too much

and here you were, looking like an absolute vision and staring right into his eyes

"andrea, what did you get yourself into?" he muttered under his breath in italian

a thousand thoughts were racing through his mind: should i kiss their hand? should i wave? hug them?

it looked like he was going to shake your hand and ended up giving you an awkward side hug, getting confused with his moves...

oh dear

the whole evening is filled with shy glances and occasional stuttering

it's just so hard to keep your eyes away from kimi's shining eyes you end up staring

"i'll get it, okay?" he said shyly and you blinked a few times to get back to reality

"uhh, sorry?" he titled his head forward, equally confused, he couldn't tell you were staring as he was too busy fighting his intrusive thoughts

"would it be too forward? too old-fashioned? but mom said-"

he ends up paying and you manage to stammer out a thanks and soon you're outside, trying to form a coherent sentence and say farewell

"it was really-" "i can't thank you-"

"please, you first"

you stifled a laugh and smiled awkwardly before speaking up again

“tonight was really nice and i really appreciate you for taking me out to such a nice place and uhh… i fell sorry that-“

“that it was so awkward?” he finished with a lopsided grin “yeah, im sorry too. but maybe, well, that doesn’t mean it’s completely over, right?” his voice heightened and he gesticulated a lot “i mean, i like you, like, a lot-“

“i like you too, kimi” you whispered, the confession causing both of you to blush like crazy

“really?? i mean, amazing! so does that, well, could i get another chance?”

“another chance at what?” you asked and titled your head

“at taking you out on a first date. second first date or whatever, i want it to be really perfect this time, i swear, you’ll love it this time-“

you cut him off by pressing a small kiss to his cheek

“of course, kimi. let’s just have a good time together, right?” you asked shyly

“yeah, right. whatever you like” he grinned stupidly

he will definitely make sure this chance isn’t a wasted one

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[ovrgrwnivy]

THE WALLS ; JJ MAYBANK

SYNOPSIS ; when an unknown face appears in the outer banks searching for a father she's never met, she's unaware of how her life is about to be completely turned upside down.

WARNINGS ; jjmaybank x routledge!reader, strong language, depictions of violence, afab!reader, sexual content, mentions of abuse, drug and alcohol consumption, strangers to lovers, fast burn to slow burn, canon adjacent, not proofread.

AUTHORS NOTE ; no yapping today

part one. part two.

you never knew how relaxing it was to lay in the sun, the steady movements of the boat gently rocking you side to side. it was almost as if you hadn't set fire to everything you and john b grew up believing.

john b knew his mom took off when he was a kid, what he didn't know was that she was pregnant when she left. you thought that your dad died and your mom lived in your hometown her entire life.

both of you agreed that, for now at least, this branch of the family tree would be kept from the others until you've had enough time to fully wrap your heads around everything without the added input from everyone else.

"ladies and losers." john b claps, grabbing the attention of everyone on board "with the newest addition to our dysfunctional family," he gestures in your direction earning applause from the group, with the addition of a cheer from jj "the no pouge-on-pouge macking rule is still in full effect, just in case anyone has forgotten."

you don't miss the glare sent in jj's direction, the blond in question, however, was too busy making a face at you to even notice that he was the target of that rule.

it takes everything in you not to laugh, you understand why the rule may have been implemented in the past. young kids making up rules to protect their friendship. but you surely were all old enough and mature enough to handle real adult relationships.

"does our newest recruit partake?" pope asked throwing a can of beer to jj and kiara before looking at you once more.

"are you forgetting she was flat drunk when she went all cat woman on topper?" kiara joked, cracking open her can and raising it to you "to passing your initiation."

"and to beating the shit out of a kook!"

"here here!"

you sit up to bow as the others raise their cans to you, unable to stop the soft laugh that escapes as you sit up again "thank you, thank you. i'd like to thank my agent, my manager,"

john b jokingly shoves your shoulder to shut you up "a little humility wouldn't kill you, you know."

"humility is for losers" you taunt, making your way over to the cooler to see for yourself what was inside "besides, you owe me so humility is redundant."

before you can continue excusing your incoming speech, you're jolted forward by a sudden bump in the boat. you lose your footing, grabbing the closest thing to you and dragging it into the water with you.

person. the closest person to you and dragging them into the water with you.

you were a pretty decent swimmer, decent enough to not drown at least, but when you hit the water, any swimming ability was replaced with dread. truth be told you shouldn't be surprised, not even twenty four hours ago someone did in fact try to drown you so it was only natural you began to panic.

your brain was begging your body to do something, to override your fear with instinct, but no matter what you did all you could do was kick and flail.

you cling to the familiar frame dragging you to the surface, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala clung to a tree. you hid your face in the crook of jj's neck to shield your tears from the group, even if there was a chance you could explain it away as water in your eyes.

"you're okay, baby" jj coos, his hand cradling the back of your head "you're safe, i got you."

"the fuck was that!?" kiara shouts, helping the boys drag you and jj back onto the boat.

pope peers out over the edge, trying to catch a glimpse of anything that could be in the water "guys, i think we hit a boat?" he calls out over his shoulder.

almost as if in sync, jj and john b exchanged a knowing look. they knew what it meant, from what you learned so far they've been attached at the hip for years so it wasn't a shock that they had some weird telepathy.

without a word from either of them, they dive off the side of the boat and into the water, undoubtedly to scout out whatever pope had spotted. neither kiara or pope showed much of a reaction, probably because they were used to their antics.

you, on the other hand, sat by the edge of the boat and peered into the murky water below. you were holding your breath, waiting for any sort of sign of life from either of the boys.

time passes agonisingly slowly, but soon enough you spot the unmistakable head of brown hair rising to the surface.

"jackpot, baby!" jj hollers, throwing his arms into the air in celebration "one poor bastard made aggie mad, that's a seriously primo boat."

kiara shrugs "what do those kooks expect, they're harming the environment with their flashy boats, it's karma."

"easy there, greenpeace." john b huffs, pulling himself up and into the boat "mother natures most recent victim could have all sorts of profitable shit inside."

"exibit a," jj announces proudly, producing a silver canister from his pocket "would our newest pledge like to do the honours?"

"i would love to incriminate myself by stealing private property!" you exclaim, sarcasm dripping off of every syllable. nonetheless, you take it from him and shake its contents onto the floor of the boat.

the metallic clang makes everyone wince, the group sighing in disappointment of seeing what was inside.

"wow, greaat, almost died over a lousy compass." jj groans, plopping himself down into a seat.

"it isn't a lousy compass," you mutter, scrambling to retrieve your fathers' compass from your backpack and comparing the two side by side.

they were identical.

"cause that isnt freaky.." pope mumbled, peering over your shoulder.

when you look to john b, he's already looking at you, knowing exactly who this compass used to belong to.

"it's a set," your voice sounds like you have just joined the dots of a brain wracking mystery.

"two compasses, one for each kid."

before anyone can question what exactly john b meant by that, a sharp noise zips past your ear, grazing the top of your arm and scaring the shit out of you.

the five of you look towards the source of the noise, another boat is coming towards the hms pouge, and the two men on board looked far from pleased as they aimed their guns right at the five of you.

"shit, shit!" john b ducks into the drivers seat and hits the gas, jolting all of you backwards as you sped through the marsh "get down!"

you all do as instructed, laying face down on the boats floor, rocking with every sharp, zig-zagged movement john b made. each of you flinch every time a metallic ding rings out against the boat's exterior, you hear kiara humming a tune to keep her mind occupied.

your eyes scan the boat for anything that could help, an idea coming to you the second you spot an old fishing net.

"y/n, what are you doing!? get down!"

you ignore popes shouts, moving quickly to gather up the net and toss it off the back of the boat. as you had hoped, the aggressors' boat gets caught up in the net, allowing john b to get you all out of there without harm.

"you moronic genius!" john b half praises, half scolds, the moment the boat stops at the chateau's dock. grabbing your shoulders and giving you a shake "what is with you and almost dying?"

"a thank you wouldn't hurt," you retort, the throbbing sting in your upper arm still as prominent as when it first happened "this poor girl couldn't handle it."

you pat the side of the hms as you climb off, your fellow pouges following behind as you all tiredly drag your feet towards the house.

"looks gnarly," jj remarked, appearing beside you and focusing his gaze on the small wound on your arm "here, lemme help out."

you are very much aware that it's nothing more than a surface wound, barely a graze, yet you allowed jj to lead you over to the hammock and sit you down.

when he headed inside to grab what he needed, you sank into the comfort of the hammock and closed your eyes. the slight breeze, the gentle rocking of the hammock, the warm sun burning down on you. it does a good job of helping you decompress from the insanity that ensued since your arrival.

the hammock shifts under you when jj returns, the extra weight tilting the fabric to bring you closer to him. he doesn't want to speak, to disturb you in your peaceful bubble. he knows he's staring but he can't look away.

"you just got here and you already look like you've been put through the wringer." jj jokes, though there's a clear sense of seriousness underneath.

and he isn't wrong, the bluish bruises staining your throat from toppers hand, and now the blood smeared all over your arm which made it look much worse than it was.

"two near-death experiences will do that,"

"two near-death experiences so far.."

you know he's telling the truth, but you can't help but laugh as he helps you sit up. a comfortable silence falls between you as he wipes around the graze with a cloth, before gently placing a bandaid over the wound.

the close proximity doesn't seem to phase either of you, at least not enough to get anyone to move. without a word, he reclines back into the hammock, an arm out in a silent invitation.

you reason with yourself that it was harmless, john b's 'macking' rule echoing in your ears as you considered your options. realistically speaking, both you and jj knew this was far from harmless but more like the edge of a slippery slope you could both snowball down.

but you were tired, and it was jj, and the others weren't even around to see it.

no harm, no foul, right?

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[cooneyscross]

can you please do an r x kcc where r and kyra are like best friends but then r does her acl and then they don't see each other for ages and in the time they don't spend together kyra starts to realise that she feels somethinf for r and then when r comes back to camp kyra starts acting differently and then r finds out or something along the lines of that sorry if thats too confusing

Missed You More - Kyra Cooney-Cross

kyra cooney-cross x matildas!reader

summary: Your back in camp after a long ACL recovery but your best friend kyra's acting strange. warnings: injury, kind of angst ig? not really anything else except terrible writing, its just a lot of yapping

'Chelsea winger Y/N L/N has just collapsed and is holding her knee, she looks to be in a lot of pain. A stretcher is being brought on to the pitch for her now showing that this isn't a minor injury. Could she have done her ACL? If so that would not be good for her hopes of playing in the upcoming world cup on home soil for the Australian.'

Scans confirm the worse for Matildas and Chelsea star, Y/N L/N, as it has been revealed the young forward has ruptured her anterior cruciate ligament in recent game against Leicester City. Her hopes to play in the world cup next year very slight as she begins her long road to recovery.

The image of her best friend falling to the ground still haunts Kyra even now 5 months later as she sat on the bus heading to their camp in England after their disappointing loss to Scotland two days ago ending their 7 match winning streak. It was the final camp before they headed home to Australia to prep for the upcoming world cup on home soil. The words of the commentator still replay in her head constantly reminding her of the heartache she felt for her best friend. In every news article she read their was always something about how the matildas star forward, chances of making the squad for the world cup were getting slimmer as time passed, it had consumed all her social media. Her constantly reminding her of the moment you had called her after your scans tears streaming down your face as you broke the news to your best friend about the results.

Of anyone in the world, Kyra knew better than anyone just how much it meant to you to be representing your country in a world cup on home soil, you had left home and travelled halfway across the globe to play for Chelsea at only 16, giving up most of your teenage years to be the best player you could. It broke her heart to just imagine how you would be feeling during this time.

In the thousands of facetimes they'd had together you had always tried to stay positive, always laughing at something and sharing stories about your time in England. But Kyra could see through the facade, nothing would get past her, you'd been best friends since you were fifteen when you both played for Melbourne Victory together. She knew how hard it was for you, you didn't have any family with you and Kyra hadn't been able to visit you as her season with Hammarby had been to busy to have enough time of to sneak in a trip to London.

Since you had been out injured, Kyra's mood had been very down. All her matildas teammates had noticed almost immediately when she had not pulled a single prank throughout the entire cup of nations tournament. The public noticed soon after when photos of the teams celebrations were posted and Kyra was hardly smiling in any of the pictures, preferring to keep to herself in the locker rooms after wins.

Kyra is pulled out of her trance when she feels her phone vibrating from the seat next to her she grabs it and sees an incoming call from you, she answered being greeted by your grinning face.

'Hello Ky.' You called happily at her whilst you walked back from Cobham, after your first full training session back with the team. You had a coffee in your hand and had a scarf wrapped around your shoulders, dressed in a large Chelsea puffer jacket with your hair pulled up into a messy bun strands blowing around your face from the strong wind. 'Sorry, I'm a mess I have a photoshoot in just over an hour so I'm in a rush.' You tell her, but Kyra didn't think you looked a mess she thought you looked beautiful, but she thought you were always stunning she never told anyone about how she felt, she thought it would be weird to go around saying how good you looked.

Kyra hadn't told anyone, but in the time the two of you had been apart Kyra had begun to feel differently towards you but she tried to hide it not wanting it to be awkward. She couldn't stop thinking about you her thoughts often wondering back to your cute smile or your laugh which you hated but she loved. Recently she'd been prioritizing your facetime calls over important stuff she was meant to be doing and whenever you did something Kyra felt like a millions butterflies were flying around in her stomach.

At first Kyra was scared of these feelings but she'd accepted them just thinking it was because she missed you a lot and when you came back from injury everything would go back to normal. It couldn't just be her that thought you were the prettiest person alive, surely anyone in their right mind could see that right?

'Kyra Lilee Cooney-Cross? Are you still there? Helloooo earth to Kyra...' you loudly spoke into the phone, pulling Kyra out of her trance and she blushed after realising she had been staring at you all this time.

'Sorry 'bout that.' Kyra says embarrassed. 'How are you? Did the scans go alright?'

'I'm good, the scans went well. My physio said that my rehab is going really well and I'm actually ahead of the schedule and...' A huge grin spreads out on your face, 'I could even be back for the game against Leicester on the 11th which means I'm allowed to play in the world cup. But that's only if Tony choses me.'

'Are you kidding Y/N/N? That's amazing, I'm so proud of you, and of course Tony's going to choose you for the world cup if your back in time, he'd be stupid not to.' Kyra matches your energy a grin spreading over her face. 'We better start planning more pranks on the girls for when you come back. I think Steph should be our first target.' You laugh, and Kyra can't help but feel that familiar giddy sensation in her stomach as your laughter fills her ears.

You plan pranks you can pull together before you notice the time. 'I got to go now Kyra. But I just want to thank you so much for your support, I seriously couldn't have been where I am today without everything you've done for me.' Kyra grins, rolling her eyes.

'Don't be silly, I did nothing, you did all the hard work. I just did whatever any best friend would do.' She tells you brushing it off as if the hours she spent on the phone with you even if it was just you talking to her while you were doing your rehab were nothing.

'Well thanks regardless. I owe you big time' You tell her, knowing that she spent so much of her time helping you. 'But I really got to go now. I love you bye.' You tell her blowing a kiss she tells you goodbye as you hang up the phone leaving Kyra on her own again.

time skip to after the england game

'Yes Cha Cha.' Kyra says leaping on her best friends back followed by Mini who was had Harper on her back. She wrapped her close friend in a tight hug placing a joking kiss on her cheek swinging her around to celebrate the girls first ever goal for the Matildas. The trio and Harper stay a while celebrating the win against England.

Despite the adrenaline pumping through Kyra's body, she still felt like something was missing. You and Kyra had always talked about how one day the two of you would play in Wembley together and all the things you'd do once you won and it made Kyra sad that you weren't here to celebrate the win. 'You alright kiddo?' Mini asks Kyra placing a soft hand on her back watching as Mackenzie Arnold and Charli Grant chased harper around on the grass.

'I dunno, it's complicated.' Kyra says not wanting to talk about it right now, knowing it sounded stupid.

'Is it about y/n?' Katrina asked the younger girl and Kyra looks at her in shock of how she knew so quickly about what it was about.

'How'd you know?' Kyra asked slightly embarrassed.

'I'm basically your mum Kyra. I know you better than you'd think.' She says teasingly 'Plus ever since y/n's been out, you've been acting differently, everyones noticed. And we're all worried about you Kyra. I know you miss your best friend but everyone's going to get injured from time to time, you can't let that affect your game.'

'It's more than me missing her. I can't stop thinking about her, she's actually taking over my mind. And I've been getting all these weird feelings, like whenever she calls me I get butterflies in my stomach, and she's so pretty, and sometimes I'd rather be on a call with her than do anything else. I don't know why I'm feeling this way mini, it's scaring me. I don't want to ruin our friendship because I have these weird and stupid feelings.' Kyra huffs tears threatening to spill.

'Kyra, have you ever maybe considered you might like y/n?' Katrina asks the younger Aussie.

'Of course I like her Kat, she's my best friend are you stupid?' Kyra says to her mother like figure confused at her logic.

'I mean, have you ever considered you might like her more than just a friend.'

'But she's my friend, I can't like her like that. I'll ruin everything.' she speaks fast worried about if what Mini is saying could be true.

'It's not the end of the world to have a crush Kyra.' Mini says soothingly, patting Kyra on the back. 'Everyone has a crush on someone, and you don't even have to tell her how you feel if it worries you too much, but from what I've noticed I'm pretty sure she likes you too.' Mini whispers the last part before noticing harper faceplanting on the floor, running off to check on her daughter. Leaving Kyra to take in everything Katrina said. It made sense now, everything she was feeling.

time skip to pre world cup

The Matildas had started arriving to prepare for the upcoming world cup. Much to much of the publics surprise you had made a record return being welcomed back into the squad for the world cup, grateful that Tony still chose you even though you weren't even close to the form you were in before your injury. You were arriving to camp a few hours later than everyone else with Sam, meaning that when you arrived late that evening everyone was always eating dinner, you hopped out of the car, feeling gross from the long flight and jetlag kicking in.

'wait her y/n/n. I'm gonna get everyone excited for their favourite player to be back.' You only half comprehended what Sam told you but waited outside until you heard Sam shouting your name. You slowly walked into the room dragging your suitcase behind you, your mood brightening when you walked into the room filled with all your teammates clapping.

'Hey guys.' Is all you say unable to say much more from tiredness and shock that you were back so much sooner than you expected. People laugh before starting to make their way towards you. Steph's the first person to pull you into a hug, whispering how proud she is of you into your ear, everyone else shortly follows saying similar stuff to Steph. Macca is one of the last people to embrace you.

'I would like to say I'm the most excited for you to be back but I'm afraid Kyra probably wins that competition.' You laugh at her before comprehending the fact that you hadn't gotten a hug yet from your best friend. 'Where is Kyra anyways?' You ask Mackenzie, she smiled at you and it was almost like a scene from a movie the way she stepped aside to reveal a tired looking Kyra standing behind her.

No words are spoken between the two of you until her arms are wrapped around you. 'I've missed you so much.' You tell her

'Missed you more.' She responds making you laugh slightly.

'Are you ready to do the plan for steph.' You ask her a cheeky grin spreading on the two of your faces as you pull away to face each other.

'never been readier.' You both laugh before alanna pulls you away from each other.

'You've only been back together for less than a minute and your already planning something.' she says sternly ruffling your hair and you both give her an innocent smile, something you always used to do when people suspected you of something. 'well go eat something, then go to sleep. you look awful y/n.' You roll your eyes scoffing.

'Wow Lani, you're kinder than I remembered.' You laugh as she shoves you away.

'Just eat kid.' In the small time you speak with Alanna you don't notice Kyra head back to the table and go back to eating without another word.

'You ok Kyra?' Mini whispers to the midfielder.

'Yeah Ky, I thought you would want to be spending every second with y/n/n, you've been waiting for her to get back for like ever. She's all you ever talk about.' Charli basically interrogates her friend who looks visibly uncomfortable causing Mini to kick the number 22, sending her a stern glare that gets her to shut up. Kyra didn't expect it to feel so awkward to be back with her best friend, but she couldn't stop thinking about her and Mini's conversation after the England game. She didn't want to ruin their friendship because of her silly emotions so for now she planned to keep quieter around y/n and try distance herself.

i will be doing a part 2 soon

[flightlesstrash]

ace attorney x pokemon teams! (mostly investigations characters but with phoenix wright)

warning! yapping incoming!

these were all formulated with everything up to aa4 + investigations 1 and 2 in mind as i have not played past that yet! i've already made raymond shields/eddie fender's pokemon team so that doesn't show up here- but it exists!!

before i go into the teams, in this universe the prosecutor and defense attorney badges have been replaced to look more like these pokemon (this is important for later)

now, the investigator himself:

his doublade was given to him by his father before his passing. yes, it is a sword pokemon referencing his last name, but it also has outstanding defensive and offensive strategies. it used to be a defense attorney's pokemon, so it only makes sense that it's a good defender, too! miles himself has proven to be skilled at both as well. (also if you look at my other post about ray's team, his aegislash is related to miles' doublade!)

his gallade was also given to him back when it was a kirlia, but from manfred von karma instead of his father. it is yet another blade pokemon, and similarly to doublade, specializes in both offense and defense. it can defend others with its arm blades, but it can also use them to deal devestating blows very quickly

skarmory is another sharp mon, given to him by manfred. i have less reasoning for this one compared to the other blades, i just think it looks like a mon miles would own. i see it as his fly mon that he uses when it's more convenient to fly via bird than with a private jet (as long as it isn't raining)

his ninetales was also a gift from manfred, given to miles when it was a vulpix. it's very intelligent and fits the whole elegant thing he's got going on

it's hard for me to explain with words why he has an espeon but i mean. of COURSE he has an espeon. yk?? back in elementary, he found three abandoned eevee with larry and phoenix. they each decided to convince their families to let them have one, and miles' later evolved into espeon

finally his dartrix! it was given to him by gregory when it was a rowlet. not only do they have the same hair and similar fancy neck accessories, but they are both extremely precise with their attacks- until they aren't. dartrix spend a lot of time making sure they look their best and get distracted if something about their appearance needs fixing, and that feels very miles edgeworth to me

he also has some pet pokemon!!

the rockruff and shiny sinistea were his and his father's pets, and the persian was from von karma.

as you've probably noticed, most of his mons were given to him or passed down from his father figures. the only exception is espeon

next, that man...

he has a pidgeot that he mega evolves, and while i could say it makes sense to be there because it's a common route 1 bird, i'm going to be completely upfront and say its only actual reason for being on his team is the matching hair lmao

his sylveon was one of the eevee he found with miles and larry. it's the perfect eeveelution for him!!! picturing feenie with a sylveon is the cutest fucking thing ever i love them <3

arcanine are very loyal and protective, and they aren't the kind of mon to shy away from danger- very on par with phoenix. it also parallels miles' ninetales

he got his goomy shortly before the feenie trial, and it's the whole reason he got sick in the first place (he didn't realize just how germy goomy were)

yet another mon i can't quite explain the placement of, he has a cinderace. do you see the vision.

lastly, togedemaru. silly spiky hedgehog mon. need i say more.

next up, the butz-

his smeargle makes art with him and they each help each other hone their skills. he got it as soon as he set his mind to becoming an artist, and they've been inseparable since

he has a magikarp and a feebas because he thinks gyarados looks super cool and strong and milotic would be perfect to have as a model for his art. he can't evolve his pokemon to save his life though, so it's doubtful they will ever achieve their final form. he still loves them, though

there is ONE pokemon he's managed to evolve, which was his umbreon. it was one of the eevee he found with miles and phoenix. the one mon on his team he could evolve was the one that only required a strong friendship. speaking of, you may or may not have noticed that miles, phoenix, and larry's eevee all evolved via friendship......

his wimpod is not only just as cowardly as him, but it also spits out poisonous liquid when startled. that liquid happens to be very smelly, and when something smells... well, you know the rest! he really wants it to evolve into a super cool mon, but despite its inability to do so under larry's training, he still cares for it

he has a luvdisc that he brings around on his first dates for him and whoever he's with at the time to "discover" together. he does it to bring good luck to his relationships, as it is believed to bring about everlasting love between couples who see it. this, however, is obviously fiction, considering his relationships last for a couple months at best, despite his efforts

even in the depths of night, when no other bird dares to take flight!

she has two corvid pokemon. corvisquire are known to use tools (cough cough little thief) and murkrow love anything shiny. i considered giving her a tinkatuff for a short time, until i remembered that she would probably hate that entire line for opposing the corviknight line lmao

floragato is mischievous, dexterous, and likes to pull pranks every now and then. they are GREAT friends, and their antics oftentimes raise poor dadworth's anxiety to a dangerous degree. also, fun fact, kay is a cat person!! ...well, she's more of a bird person, but she does still like cats!

her gengar was inherited from her father. similar to floragato, it is mischievous and likes to pull pranks. it is also very stealthy and likes to hide in the shadows

frogadier is a ninja pokemon, so of course kay would love it! they are very skilled climbers and possess many cool ninja-like skills kay would be obsessed with. they train frequently together

finally her zorua, another mischievous mon. it can create illusions and disguise itself, and that would make it a great team member for the yatagarasu!

lang zi says: HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL!

LOTS. OF. DOGGIES.

as i was making his team, i was concerned having only dogs/wolves would be a little boring or too obvious. after some reflection, i realized lang would 100% only have canine pokemon on his team so i stopped worrying about it

these mons are fierce, loyal, and care for their pack. they all fit very well! they can all howl at the moon with lang and bark at anyone who gets in the way of his investigation. except lycanroc. dusk form lycanroc don't really bark, but lang and the rest more than make up for it

oh? what's this? i'm giving luxray to yet another one of my favorite characters? yes, yes i am. and what're you gonna do about it?! i am unstoppable!!!! i know luxray is more of a lion than a wolf but that shiny is just too perfect. it's still sort of a 'pack' animal anyway so the luxray stays!! i like to imagine it's a bit of an outcast when it comes to other luxray because it acts more 'dog'-like than the others. lang noticed it was rejected from its own 'pack' and took it in in a heartbeat. while unable to exactly howl or bark, it does its best and lang still sees no difference between it and the rest of the pack (lang zi says: trans rights!)

he's also raising a houndoor pup which i think is adorable <3

detective gummy time, pal!

i completely forgot about this until a few days ago, but jake marshall gave him a cactus to talk to about all of his problems. in this universe, the cactus he gave gumshoe was actually a cacnea

he has a yamper nicknamed missile, of course! it's not really fully his since it's a police dog, but they have a really close bond and it's practically his at this point

he has a gumshoos because.... gumshoos.... gumshoe.... get it............. really though they are both very determined and not easily gotten rid of, and both can withstand being very very hungry, which gumshoe has to do often because miles keeps docking his pay. he never lets his mons go hungry, of course! just a lil thing they have in common (poor scruffy)

his fidough helps him make dough for noodles so he can cook homemade ramen. this helps him save money when he needs to and he can spend quality time with his lil guy in the process!

his magnemite acts as his metal detector in universe and is a police mon. like yamper, it's ended up being more of gumshoe's pokemon than the police's

palafin. palafin. pal. afin. ....... outside of the name though, it's very loyal and will do whatever it takes to help out its friends when they're in trouble. when it really needs to pull through, it will! just like gummy <3

make way, foolish fools! it's fran time!

obligatory vine whip mon, a shiny servine. it whips its foes relentlessly and is very prideful. due to its pride, it doesn't like to work with others and takes a long time to warm up to people and pokemon. very franny like, if i do say so myself

she has a shiny gardevoir that was given to her as a kirlia by her father, and it was given to her at the same time as miles' kirlia. she mega evolves it in battle

her shiny starmie is a symbol of her being a prosecutor, and she specifically went on a mission to find a shiny. i think she'd be a shiny hunter in this universe! feels very in character for her. i like to think her shiny obsession started when manfred gave her the shiny kirlia

her shiny galarian rapidash is also very prideful and fearless, and is one of the reasons she is referred to as a "wild mare" by others. she preferred the shiny, so she GOT the shiny

her alolan ninetales was given to her by manfred at the same time as miles' ninetales (both were vulpix at the time), and they are very close. it is a very calm and collected mon, and it helps franziska feel more at ease when the pressure of everything starts to get to her

the alolan persian was yet another mon given to her by her father at the same time as miles' persian. it's one of the many prideful mons franziska has, and it's also very hard to work with- unless your name is franziska von karma, of course!

(last few! spoilers for aai2, in case you haven't played it yet)

now, debeste team for debeste prosecutor!

he has a kricketune to conduct for, and they play music for his quaxwell to dance to. they like to put on shows for others to marvel at (their performances leave much to be desired, though.) he and his quaxwell both put a lot of effort into their hair (canon!), and a part of their morning routine is spending hours in front of the mirror together to perfect it. they also both put a lot of effort into their work, even if their prosecuting and dancing skills.... leave a lot of room for improvement

his leafeon has MATCHING QUESTION MARK HAIR OH MY GOD. i knew i wanted to give him an eeveelution because he 100% had an eevee, and when i saw leafeon. i nearly exploded.

he has a bulbasaur because "its pokedex number is #1, that means it's the best pokemon!" he gave it an eviolite and makes sure it's always carrying it

the cubone cries VERY often just like him, and i like to think that once sebby comes to terms with his father being horrible and lets a lot of that baggage go, the cubone grows from the experience, too, and evolves with him (im not crying theres just something in my eyes i swear)

he's got a deino, and to be completely honest, it's there because of the matching hair. what can i say, it's too perfect to pass up!!

prepare for the goddess of law's righteous judgement!

yes, she has a legendary virizion- shiny, at that!! i figured if anyone would have a legendary on their team it would be her. it's a sword of justice, after all. it's also the most intelligent of the swords of justice trio. ALSO. in pokemon reburst, the swords of justice are captured by GREAT GAVEL. as in verity gavelle. anyway-

dragonair are known as the "divine pokemon", and in this universe the blue gems on justine's clothes are meant to represent the blue crystals on dragonair

the flowers worn by yellow florges are the 'lion lilies' in this universe. they are protective and devote themselves to what they see as important. for florges, this is its flowerbed, and to verity, it's the law

leavanny care deeply for younger pokemon and are very parental. they would both do anything it took to protect their children, even if it meant going against the goddess of law herself

her shiny delphox.... i'm just gonna leave one of its pokedex entries and a segment from justine's fandom page here:

"it leaves burn marks in the ground with the flame at the tip of its wand. long ago, people used the shapes of these burn marks for divination."

"when gavelle investigates crime scenes, she sometimes swings her gavel, hitting the floor and leaving marks."

lastly, her bronzor is based on the yata no kagami. the badge judges wear in japan is based on it, and it's also the basis for verity's japanese name, mikagami, which means water mirror. the mirror is a symbol of god-like wisdom, honesty, and the truth. bronzor are said to reflect the truth, being based on the yata no kagami and all. they were literally made for each other. it's the perfect mon.

nowaynowaynowayyyyyy! it's mr monkey man!

he OBVIOUSLY has the do no evil monkeys on his team, he's literally the three of them stacked in a clown costume (his simipour is evolved because LOOK AT IT. they are the same)

speaking of clown, he has a mr mime. no need to elaborate

his alolan meowth is the one that becomes an armrest instead of the regular cat. alolan meowth are selfish and manipulative, and become hysterical if things go south for them. sound familiar?

his slakoth is there to keep up his silly harmless guy persona, but it later evolves into vigoroth to beat the absolute shit out of him once his true nature is revealed

thanks for coming to my tedtalk <3

if you have any suggestions for the current teams or teams for characters i haven't created yet, i'd love to hear them!

[sunshine-lux]

Clueless (iv.)

summary: training sessions and friend hangouts! all while Y/N is very slowly coming to terms with her emotions. Forgetful Peter but who cares when Y/N's secret life is being threatened by the city's most desirable bachelor.

pairings: Stark!reader x MCU!peter parker, slight gwen stacy x MCU!peter parker, slight Y/N x harry osborn (surprise!)

warnings: i think maybe 2 tiny mentions of death (nothing serious!), peter being silly and forgetful, f!reader

word count: 9k!!! enjoy!!

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Tuesday afterschool

The afternoon light spilled through the high windows of the AvengersTower training room, casting golden shadows across the room. The padded mats beneath them smelled faintly of sweat and floor cleaner — comforting in a weird, familiar way.. The silence was broken only by the sound of rapid footsteps and the occasional electric zap coming from the Stark girl.

Vision hovered a few feet off the ground, hands behind his back, watching the teenagers.

“Focus on control, Miss Stark. Strength without discipline is noise.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but nodded. Across from her, Peter adjusted the tape on his wrists, shaking out his arms.

“She’s been in a mood today,” Peter mumbled under his breath, trying to smile at her.

“Say that again and i’ll fry your webshooters,” Y/N responds as she steps back into the mat. 

Vision shakes his head as he watches the interaction. “Threats defeat the purpose of sparring, though I admit — creative, Miss Stark.”

Y/N ducked Peter’s incoming swing, pivoted, then sent a short, sharp burst of electricity toward his torso. He yelped and stumbled back

“Okay, rude,” Peter said, breathless but grinning. “That’s, like, the third time you’ve zapped me today.”

“Stop yapping mid-fight and maybe I’ll stop electrocuting you,” Y/N shot back, smiling sweetly as she rolled her shoulder.

Peter blinked. “What? I thought you loved my yap—ow!”

Another pulse of energy flared through her palm and knocked him clean off his feet. He hit the mat with a soft thud, groaning dramatically.

“Oh, come on!” he said from the floor.

Y/N stood over him, hands on her hips. Her hair had come loose from its braid, a few strands sticking to her forehead with sweat, and her cheeks were flushed from exertion. She looked dangerous and golden in the overhead light. Charged. Alive.

Peter narrowed his eyes, then, in a blur of movement, lunged upward and tackled her. They hit the mat hard — Peter on top of her, pinning her wrists gently to the floor.

“Not fair!” she gasped, squirming under him, sparks crackling faintly at her fingertips. “I wasn’t ready!”

Peter grinned down at her, hair falling into his eyes. “Gotta keep you on your toes, ms. Stark.”

Her breath caught.

They were too close. Like too close.

She could feel the heat of him, the rise and fall of his chest against hers, the weight of his hands on her wrists — careful but firm. The moment stretched like a rubber band, taut and charged.

“You’re sparking,” he murmured.

“Am not.”

“You kinda are.”

She stared up at him. “Then maybe you should move.”

He didn’t. Not right away. His gaze flicked down to her lips for just a second — a blink, maybe less. So quick she almost thought she hallucinated it. But she saw it. She felt it.

And then—

“I believe that’s enough for today,” Vision’s voice cut in from across the room, startling both of them.

Peter scrambled to his feet like he’d been electrocuted again — cheeks flushed, hair sticking up wildly.

Y/N lay there a second longer, staring at the ceiling, before letting out a sigh and letting her hands fall against the mat with a light zap.

“Very productive,” Vision added dryly. “Although perhaps next time, we’ll focus more on defense and less on… grappling.”

He floated out through the wall like it was nothing. Which, for him, it was.

Peter offered her a hand, still not quite meeting her eyes. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to tackle you like that.”

Y/N took it, letting him pull her up. “You didn’t not mean it either.”

He laughed nervously. “Fair.”

They stood there awkwardly for a beat.

“Hey,” she said, brushing her hair behind her ear. “So… there’s this Oscorp gala on Friday.”

Peter perked up. “Yeah?”

“I was gonna ask if you’d wanna go with me. As friends. I mean—not like that has to mean anything, it’s just—”

Peter winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah, crap. I actually have plans with May Friday night. She’s set on us learning how to make Pho.”

Her smile didn’t falter. Not really. Just tightened slightly.

“Oh. Yeah. No worries. I totally get it.”

“I mean, if she cancels—”

“Peter,” she said, cutting him off gently. “It’s fine.”

It wasn’t. But she was getting really good at pretending.

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The lights in Y/N’s room were off, except for the dim glow of the arc reactor nightlight sitting on her desk — a gag gift from Happy, one she’d never admit she kept because it made the dark feel less empty.

She lay sprawled on her bed, one leg dangling off the edge, a pillow hugged to her chest as her eyes traced the tiny glow in the dark stars on her ceiling. Her hair was still damp from the shower, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. Not when her heart was still racing.

Not from sparring. Not really.

“Calm down,” she muttered. “Get it together.”

She was fine.

Totally, completely fine.

Except she wasn’t. And she hated that.

God, she thought bitterly. He probably thinks I’m losing it.

And maybe she was.

Because lying there—heart buzzing, skin tingling—she could still feel the ghost of his hands on her wrists. Still see the way his eyes dropped to her lips. Still hear the stupid way he said “You’re sparking.”

She threw a pillow at the ceiling.

“Stupid,” she muttered. “Stupid powers. Stupid Peter.”

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. A text from MJ: u zapped him again didn’t u 😒 pls don’t electrocute our friend into a coma thx

Y/N didn’t reply.

Instead, she stared at the screen, then let it go dark again. She hated that she cared. Hated that not going to the gala with Peter felt like more than just a missed hangout. It felt like a crack in something she didn’t want to name.

They were just friends. Best friends. That was it.

She sighed and rolled onto her side, pulling her knees to her chest like she could squeeze the feeling out of her.

“I need to stop being so weird about this,” she whispered. “It’s not a big deal. I’m fine. I’m fine.”

But as her chest buzzed again—soft and electric—Y/N Stark knew exactly what this feeling was.

And she was not fine.

She reached over, grabbing her charger from the nightstand. The screen lit up, but just as she tapped it, a static jolt zapped from her fingers and the phone shut off.

“Amazing. Love that for me,” she muttered, tossing it across the bed.

Her hands sparked faintly in the dark, fingertips pulsing silver-blue. It was always worse when she was emotional. Tony used to say she’d fry the Tower one day if she didn’t learn to get a grip.

She squeezed her eyes shut, dragging in a slow breath.

“Push it down,” she whispered to herself. “Push the feeling down. Bury it. Electrocuting your crush isn't a valid coping strategy.”

The word crush echoed in her head like a slap. She groaned again and shoved the pillow over her face, muffling her frustrated screams.

Just a crush. It didn’t mean anything.

It couldn’t.

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Wednesday morning came in soft and sunny, the kind of warm that made you forget anything had ever felt heavy.

Y/N sat beside Peter in AP Bio, her notebook flipped open but still blank. She had every intention of taking notes — truly — but then Peter had leaned over five minutes into the lesson and whispered, “Do you think if I set off a mini explosion, we’d get out early?”

“Don’t tempt me,” she whispered back, grinning.

He snorted, low under his breath. “You could actually do it though.”

She arched a brow, scribbling in the corner of his page: u think i won’t???

They were back to their usual rhythm — quiet jokes, exchanged glances, half-stifled laughter every time their teacher mispronounced something. Peter’s knee kept bumping into hers under the table, neither of them bothering to shift away. It was easy. Familiar. Safe.

Y/N let herself sink into it.

See? she told herself. This is normal. I missed this. That’s all it was. Not jealousy. Not some stupid crush. Just nostalgia or whatever.

She doodled a little cat in the margin and rolled her eyes at herself.

God, pull it together. You’re not twelve. You’re not spiraling over some boy.

Peter nudged her with his elbow and gestured to her empty page. “You’ve got nothing on there except doodles. At least copy my notes so we both don’t fail.”

Y/N smiled, copying his scribbles without really looking. “What would I ever do without you, Parker?”

He gave her that crooked half-smile that always made her stomach flip — the one that started on one side of his mouth and always reached his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said softly, “I wonder the same thing.”

Y/N laughed and nudged his shoulder.

And just like that, the calm started to unravel again — slowly, gently, like a loose thread being tugged from the center of her chest.

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden stripes across the metal bleachers as the group settled in after school. A soft breeze rustled the leaves of the trees lining the field, and the faint sounds of the varsity team warming up echoed in the background—distant grunts, whistles, and the rhythmic thud of cleats against turf.

MJ slumped down onto the second row, her boots clanging against the metal as she pulled a bag of sour candy from her coat pocket like it was contraband. “We’re breaking and entering,” she said dryly. “We don’t even go here after 3 p.m.”

Peter laughed as he climbed up behind her. “Pretty sure sitting on bleachers is legal, MJ.”

“That’s what they want you to think.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled as she sat on the edge of the top row, her legs stretched out in front of her, shoes tapping absently against the rail. Her cardigan sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, exposing a faint, almost invisible flicker of light sparking along the inside of her wrist. She quickly pulled the sleeves down to hide it.

Gwen arrived last, slightly out of breath from jogging across the field. “Okay, I’m here, sorry—my chem teacher kept me like ten years after class.”

Peter scooted to the side so she could sit next to him, and Y/N’s jaw tensed, only for a second. Barely a second.

“You didn’t miss anything,” Ned said from his seat beside MJ. “Except for MJ accusing us of trespassing and Y/N threatening to sue the football team if they hit us with a ball.”

MJ tossed a sour gummy worm at him. “As she should.”

Gwen let out a laugh, catching her breath. “God, I love you guys. I’ve only been here, like, a week and a half and I already feel like I’ve known you forever.”

“That’s because we’re the best,” Ned said, beaming.

“Or the most unhinged,” Y/N offered.

“Mutually inclusive,” MJ added, popping a candy into her mouth.

They all settled into a comfortable rhythm, conversation drifting from school gossip to dumb TikToks to who would survive a zombie apocalypse. (MJ insisted it would be her. Peter said it would be Y/N. Gwen said she’d just lay down and accept her fate.)

But the moment shifted slightly when Gwen leaned over and gently brushed Peter’s hair out of his eyes—fingers light, her laugh soft.

Peter let her.

He smiled at her.

Something cold and sharp bloomed in Y/N’s chest. She choked slightly on her matcha, coughing into her elbow.

“You good?” MJ asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Fine,” Y/N said quickly, choking a little. “Just swallowed wrong.”

Ned side-eyed her but didn’t push.

Gwen turned toward the group, seemingly unaware of the shift. “Hey, so…  I’ve never been to a high school football game before. Next week’s supposed to be the big one, right? Rivalry game?”

Ned perked up. “Oh, the one against Hudson High? Yeah, that’s like the only game people care about. Whole school makes a thing out of it.”

Gwen looked around, hopeful. “So… are we going?”

Peter nodded, already warming to the idea. “Could be fun.”

MJ squinted at him. “Since when do you care about school spirit?”

“Since Gwen hasn’t been to a game and wants to go,” Y/N muttered before she could stop herself.

Everyone turned to look at her. She blinked.

“What?” she said. “I didn’t say anything.”

Gwen grinned, nudging Y/N’s foot with her own. “You’re coming too, right?”

Y/N forced a smile. “Yeah. Of course.”

MJ caught the look in her eye—just a flicker of something fragile—and glanced away with a thoughtful expression. She didn’t say anything. Not yet. But she clocked it.

“I’ll bring snacks,” Ned offered proudly.

“You always bring snacks,” MJ said. “That’s your entire personality.”

“Better than being emotionally unavailable,” Ned replied with a grin.

MJ threw another gummy worm at him.

And for a moment, it all felt normal again.

But deep in the back of her mind, as she watched Peter and Gwen laugh about some inside joke from tutoring, Y/N couldn’t stop thinking: I’m being crazy. Peter’s just my best friend. I love spending time with him. That’s all this is.

She clung to the lie like a lifeline. Because if she let go of it, she wasn’t sure what would be left.

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After a while, the group went their separate ways. It was Wednesday, which meant Peter and Gwen had their usual tutoring session and project work to catch up on.

They sat at the Stacy family’s dining table, worksheets scattered between them. Despite taking countless breaks to scroll through TikToks on Gwen’s phone — or entertain her little brother, who kept wandering in just to talk with Peter — they’d actually managed to get a surprising amount of work done.

“Hey, so,” Gwen said suddenly, fiddling with the edge of a paper. “I wanted to ask you something. And you can totally say no — seriously, no pressure! I’m just wondering…”

She trailed off, looking unsure.

“Wondering what?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gwen immediately hid her face in her hands, her cheeks turning a light pink. “Ahh, sorry! I don’t know why I’m getting nervous.”

Peter chuckled. “It’s okay. What do you want to ask me? I’ll even look away if that helps,” he teased, dramatically turning in his seat.

That made her laugh, easing the tension in her shoulders. Somehow, Peter always had that effect on her.

“Well… I know it’s super last minute, so I totally get it if you can’t — but my family got invited to this Oscorp gala thing. And my dad said I could bring someone… so I was wondering if you might wanna come with me?”

Peter blinked. Oh. Right. The gala.

“Sure! Yeah, I’ll come with you,” he said easily. “I actually had plans with May, but she canceled earlier today. I think she has a date or something.”

Gwen’s eyes lit up as she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Wait, really?”

Peter laughed. “Yes, really.”

“You’re the best,” she grinned, reaching over to gently squeeze his hand. “Y/N will be there too! So we’ll all get to hang out — I’m sure she’ll like that.”

Y/N.

“Yeah,” Peter said, his smile softening. “I think she’ll be surprised to see me.”

He forgot to tell her. He could already picture her face when he walked into the ballroom — that bright, electric smile.

And for a second, he let himself hope she'd be happy to see him. Just as much as he’d be happy to see her.

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Friday evening

The sun had just started to set behind the skyline when MJ stood behind Y/N’s chair, a curling wand in one hand and a smug look on her face.

“You really didn’t think I’d let you go to a gala with limp hair, did you?” she said, reaching over to section off a strand of Y/N’s thick waves.

Y/N sat cross-legged in front of the mirror, dabbing concealer under her eyes. “I didn’t think you’d voluntarily spend your Friday evening helping someone get ready for a rich people party, actually.”

MJ smirked. “Don’t get it twisted, Stark. I’m only here for the snacks Pepper promised me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled, tipping her head slightly to give MJ better access as she started curling. The scent of product and soft hum of the wand filled the room, mixing with the music coming from Y/N’s speaker.

“So,” MJ said casually, “what’s your game plan for tonight? Anyone you’re excited to see?”

Y/N shrugged. “I mean, not really. Peter had plans with May, so he’s not coming. Gwen’s the only person I really know who’ll be there that’s our age.”

MJ gave a noncommittal hum. “What about Harry Osborn?”

Y/N snorted. “Oh yeah, he’ll totally be thrilled to see me.”

MJ paused, curling wand mid-air. “What’d you do?”

“I may or may not have punched him in the face at a tech summit three and half years ago.”

MJ blinked. “Okay, I’m gonna need context.”

Y/N looked up at her in the mirror, lips twitching. “He was being a jerk. Some comment about ‘daddy’s money’ and me not being as smart as I think I am or whatever.  He insulted my project. I had a reflex. My reflex just happens to be violence.”

MJ let out a laugh. “God, I love you.”

Y/N grinned. “He probably doesn’t even remember me, though. We were kids. I was homeschooled and completely anti-social.”

MJ curled the last strand and dropped the wand onto the vanity with a small flourish. “Well, if he does remember, I’d hope he’s had some personal growth. Unless he wants to get  punched again .”

“That’s if we’re lucky.”

They both laughed. For a moment, the air was light.

MJ eyed her reflection in the mirror. “You look good, by the way. Like… stupid good. This dress with the hair and everything — it’s a whole thing.”

Y/N gave a small smile, fiddling with a silver earring. “Thanks.”

“Still nervous?”

“A little. I guess I just thought the gala would be more fun with Peter there,” she admitted softly. “Now it’s just me, Gwen, and the world’s most uncomfortable shoes.”

MJ nudged her. “Hey. If you’re bored, just shock a wine fountain or something. Stir up a little chaos.”

Y/N grinned. “You’re a menace.”

MJ shrugged. “And you’re hot. We all have our roles.”

As Y/N slipped on her silver heels and tested a few poses in the mirror, MJ sprawled out across the bed behind her, tapping lazily at her phone. The soft thrum of their shared playlist still played in the background, until a gentle knock on the door broke through.

Before either of them could answer, Pepper poked her head in — wearing a tailored cream dress.

“Whoa,” she said, stepping in fully. Her gaze swept over Y/N and then landed on MJ. “Now this is a sight. I feel like I just walked into a Vogue feature on the rise of girlbosses.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

Pepper smiled warmly, turning to MJ. “You did her hair?”

MJ lifted a shoulder, pretending to scroll. “Just a few curls. She did her own makeup.”

“Well, you’ve got a good eye,” Pepper said. “It’s balanced — strong but soft. I like it.”

“Thanks,” MJ said, slightly surprised. “I don’t usually… do this kind of thing.”

“I figured.” Pepper gave her a knowing glance. “Which is why I came to ask why you’re not coming with us. I have at least three backup gowns in the guest closet that would look amazing on you.”

MJ let out a dry laugh. “Oh no. No, thank you. I’m not really into the whole ballroom thing. I’m not media trained, and those crowds freak me out a little.”

Pepper’s smile widened, but her tone softened. “Smart lady. Protect your peace while you still can — events like these have a way of trying to chip away at it.”

MJ nodded, grateful for the way Pepper just… got it.

“I’ll be here,” she said, “eating your lemon cookies and finishing the book you sent me.”

Pepper gave a playful wink. “That’s why I adore you. Also, that book was excellent, wasn’t it?”

“The essay about female-led journalism in the AI age changed my life, actually.”

“I knew it would.”

Y/N looked between the two of them, mouth slightly open. “Wait—are you guys… reading buddies?”

Pepper raised an eyebrow. “We’ve exchanged a few books.”

MJ shrugged. “And articles.”

“You’re both so annoying,” Y/N muttered, though the smile tugging at her lips gave her away.

Pepper stepped forward and gently fixed one of Y/N’s earrings. “You look stunning, Y/N/N. And very grown up tonight.”

“Thanks,” Y/N whispered.

“Oh, and—” Pepper glanced at the clock on her phone. “We’re leaving in forty. Meet me downstairs for a couple quick press photos before the chaos starts.”

MJ groaned from the bed. “I’d say ‘break a leg’ but that feels like tempting fate when Y/N’s wearing those heels.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at her friend. “And if I do it’ll be your fault.”

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Gwen checked herself one last time in the mirror, adjusting the delicate straps of her blush pink gown and smoothing down the soft layers of chiffon. Her mom had helped her blowout her hair earlier, and now the curtain bangs framed her face just the way she liked — soft, effortless, like the girls in those Pinterest photos she never thought she could pull off.

She turned at the sound of the doorbell. Her heart kicked.

“He’s here!” her little brother shouted from downstairs.

Gwen gave herself a final once-over, then grabbed her clutch and headed down, trying not to seem too excited — and failing, clearly, because her mom grinned at her like she knew something.

Peter stood at the front door, suit slightly rumpled like he’d adjusted it too many times. But his tie was neatly done, and when his eyes met hers, he smiled — wide, warm, and so boyish it made her stomach flutter.

“You look…” he started, then cleared his throat. “Really nice.”

“So do you,” Gwen said, trying to keep her voice light. “You clean up well.”

“Thanks. Aunt May made me promise not to wear Converse with the suit.”

Gwen’s mom came forward, pulling Peter into a hug with a soft laugh. “We’re glad you’re coming, Peter. Gwen’s been talking all about the gala — and now we know you have an internship at Stark Industries?”

Gwen’s dad, standing behind her mom, crossed his arms. But his voice was more impressed than stern when he said, “Didn’t realize you were involved with Tony Stark. You kids kept that quiet.”

Peter scratched the back of his neck. “It’s kind of new. Still getting used to it.”

“Well,” Captain Stacy nodded. “Glad Gwen has a friend like you. And good to know you’re all friends with the Stark girl too — can’t hurt to have a familiar face or two tonight.”

Peter blinked. “Oh. Yeah, I think… she’ll be happy to see us.”

He said it with a small, lopsided smile — the kind that looked like he was a little nervous about something.

Gwen’s mom handed her her coat as she closed the door behind them all. “Okay– let’s all have fun. And behave.”

Gwen rolled her eyes, laughing as she walked down the steps with Peter. The air outside was crisp, and they walked toward the car together in comfortable silence.

“I’m glad you said yes,” she said softly.

“Me too,” Peter replied. But his eyes were already wandering to the glittering skyline ahead — toward the Oscorp building, where he knew Y/N Stark would be waiting.

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Camera flashes burst like mini explosions outside the Oscorp Tower’s grand entrance, illuminating the sleek black car as it glided to a halt at the curb.

The crowd outside leaned forward in anticipation — phones raised, press badges swinging, security murmuring into comms.

Then the door opened.

First came Pepper Potts, radiant in a cream satin gown that shimmered under the lights, the image of executive grace. She offered a quick, practiced smile to the photographers, guiding the way.

Then Tony Stark stepped out, tailored tux crisp as ever, smirking like he knew the press had been waiting for him to arrive. And they had. The Stark family is always the most anticipated.

And then—

Y/N.

The murmurs surged.

She stepped out in a midnight-blue gown that looked like it had been poured from the night sky itself — fitted through the waist and flowing like liquid around her ankles, with threads of silver stitched into the fabric like flashes of lightning. Her dark hair fell in loose waves down her back, glinting under the spotlights.

She didn’t pose. Didn’t preen. Just took her place between her parents like she belonged there.

Because she did.

Inside the lobby, security guided them past the check-in desk and toward the gilded elevator. The ride to the ballroom was smooth and quiet, but Y/N’s nerves buzzed beneath her calm expression. She’d been to dozens of events like this — but for some reason, tonight felt… different.

Maybe it was the dress. Maybe it was the fact that she’d been trying not to think about Peter all week.

As the elevator dinged open, Norman Osborn was already waiting at the ballroom entrance with a glass of champagne and a politician’s smile.

“Tony,” he said smoothly, reaching out to shake his hand. “Always a pleasure.”

“Norman,” Tony returned. “Thanks for the invite. Always happy to watch the one percent try to out-dress each other.”

Norman laughed politely, then turned his attention to Y/N.

“The famous Y/N Stark. Last time I saw you, you were — what — thirteen? Now look at you. Stunning.”

Y/N smiled tightly. “Thank you, Mr. Osborn.”

“You’ll have to say hi to Harry. He just got back from his summer abroad,” Norman added. “I’m sure he’d be happy to see a familiar face.”

Y/N blinked. Right. Harry Osborn. She hadn't seen him in years. Last time, he had braces and an ego. She also punched him at a tech summit after he made a condescending remark about her project. 

“Oh, I’ll be sure to do that,” she said breezily.

They stepped into the ballroom — chandeliers dripping crystal, soft jazz floating through the air, and guests already mingling in designer gowns and tuxedos. Waiters in black ties carried trays of champagne and fancy bites.

Y/N scanned the room — and froze.

Gwen.

In blush pink, ethereal and glowing, standing near the grand staircase. Laughing at something. And next to her, in a sharp black suit, eyes already scanning the room — Peter.

Her chest tightened.

He wasn’t supposed to be here.

He was supposed to be home with May.

He was smiling, relaxed — until his gaze met hers across the ballroom.

Y/N quickly looked away. Pepper was already speaking to one of the event organizers. Tony was talking to the Mayor. Everything kept moving.

But Y/N couldn’t.

Because Peter was here. With Gwen. And suddenly, her lightning didn’t feel so beautifully contained anymore.

“Y/N Stark,” a voice drawled behind her. “Should’ve known you’d make an entrance.”

She turned.

Harry Osborn stood a few feet away, dressed in a perfectly tailored deep blue suit, open collar, no tie — effortlessly cool in that annoyingly Upper East Side kind of way. His hair was messier than it used to be, a little longer, like he’d forgotten about it while summering in Italy. There was a drink in his hand, half full, and a cocky half-smile on his face.

For a moment, Y/N just stared. Was that Harry?

“Wow,” she said finally. “You got taller. And less…punchable.”

Harry smirked. “Time abroad’ll do that to you. No one tries to punch you in Florence.”

“Try me.”

He laughed — warm, surprised. “God, I forgot how fun you were.”

She arched a brow. “And I forgot how exhausting you were.”

Harry stepped closer, eyes scanning her dress. “You look—”

“Don’t say ‘different.’ I swear—”

“I was gonna say electric.”

Y/N blinked.

“Fitting, right?” he added, voice softer now. Less flirty. More… curious. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“Kinda had to be here,” she deadpanned. “Stark, remember?”

“And yet,” he said, taking a sip of his drink, “you’re the most interesting person in a room full of CEOs and egos. That’s saying something.”

She almost rolled her eyes, almost laughed — but something about the way he said it made her pause. He was still a menace, sure. But maybe less of one now.

Before she could figure out if he was flirting or just being Harry, two more figures stepped into the circle: Peter and Gwen.

“Hey, Y/N,” Peter said, offering a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Didn’t expect to see you here so early.”

She shrugged. “Didn’t expect to see you here at all, but hey—life’s full of surprises.”

Harry turned toward them with the same casual poise. “You must be Gwen,” he said, offering his hand. “I know your dad. Big fan of the NYPD’s new golden boy.”

Gwen smiled, caught slightly off-guard. “Oh—uh, yeah. That’s me.”

“And you are…?” Harry asked, turning to Peter now.

Peter blinked. “Peter Parker.”

Y/N jumped in. “Peter, this is Harry Osborn. Harry, Peter Parker.”

Harry extended a hand. “Nice to meet you. Stark intern, right? I’ve heard your name. A lot of buzz.”

Peter shook his hand, feeling immediately underdressed and overanalyzed. “Yeah. That’s me.”

“Didn’t expect to find an intern here,” Harry added with a lazy smile, “but hey— the more the merrier.” 

Peter’s jaw ticked slightly. “Right.”

There was a beat. Charged. Slightly off.

“Well,” Harry said, taking a sip of his drink, “if you’ll excuse me, I should probably go charm someone’s board of directors. Stark, I'll see you soon.”

And with that, he slipped back into the crowd—effortless as always.

Peter stood still, eyes lingering in the direction Harry had disappeared. His brows were pulled together, subtle but sharp, his jaw clenched just enough for Y/N to notice.

“You good?” she asked, trying to sound casual as she sipped her drink.

“Did he say… ‘electric’?” Peter asked quietly.

Y/N blinked. “Huh?”

Peter turned toward her, voice lower now. “When he was talking to you. I heard him say you looked electric. Did he mean it like—like your powers?”

She rolled her eyes. “He was being flirty, don't freak out. Relax.”

Peter didn’t relax.

“You don’t think that’s a little… weird?” he pressed, leaning in slightly. “Like, people don’t know about that side of you. Not really. You’ve never gone public with it, and you haven’t exactly been out in the field, not since Berlin.”

“He probably didn’t mean anything by it,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “You’re being weird.”

“I’m not being weird,” Peter said, straightening. “I just… I thought you were being careful.”

Y/N’s expression tightened just a little. “I am being careful. But he doesn’t know. No one knows. He just said a word. It’s not that deep.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, Peter,” she snapped, more defensively than she meant to. “God, he was just being charming. Thanks for telling me you’d be here by the way.”

Peter opened his mouth, then closed it again. Lost in his own train of thought, barely internalizing what Y/N just said. Because the truth was—he didn’t know Harry saw. And he didn’t like how it made him feel.

Y/N, meanwhile, felt her chest tighten. More so panicked over Harry’s comment now that Peter freaked her out than upset over the fact that Peter is here without telling her. Because how would Harry Osborn know anything about lightning? 

And yet… he said it so casually. So confidently. Like he knew. Like he saw her.

Which was impossible.

Right?

Y/N let out a soft breath and turned away, muttering mostly to herself.

“You two will be the death of me.”

Peter blinked. “What?”

“Nothing.” She straightened, pasting on a smile. “You look good, Pete.”

Peter nodded, but not before sneaking one last glance over his shoulder.

Because whatever game Harry Osborn was playing…

Peter didn’t like the rules.

Y/N walked away without another word.

Her heels clicked softly against the marble as she disappeared into the crowd — back straight, chin up, like nothing about that entire interaction had rattled her. But Peter knew better. He saw the flicker in her eyes. The way her jaw tensed. The way she didn’t look back once.

He stood there like a complete idiot, hands still jammed in his pockets, the sound of the gala swirling around him: champagne flutes clinking, soft jazz drifting through the room, murmured laughter echoing off the chandeliers.

What the hell was that?

Why did Harry Osborn being anywhere near Y/N make his skin crawl? Why did her laughing with him make his chest tighten like he’d been webbed to the inside of a trash compactor?

And why — why, why, why — was he here with Gwen when all he could think about was how much fun he could and would be having if he were here with Y/N instead? Maybe Harry Osborn would’ve stayed away…

He exhaled shakily, then turned around, searching for Gwen through the glittering crowd. He never even noticed she left his side.

She was standing off to the side of the ballroom with Pepper Potts.

They were deep in conversation, glasses of sparkling cider in hand, both of them laughing softly like they’d known each other longer than five minutes. Gwen’s cheeks were pink — from the warmth, maybe, or from the conversation — and she looked genuinely at ease.

Peter blinked.

Pepper liked Gwen?

“You’re doing amazing, by the way,” Pepper said, smiling. “These events can be… overwhelming. And you’re handling yourself like a pro.”

Gwen laughed softly. “That’s a huge compliment coming from you.”

“I mean it. Honestly, I’ve seen grown CEOs sweat through their tuxedos at these things.”

“I kinda feel like I’m in a movie,” Gwen said, glancing around. “It’s all so… surreal. My dad still can’t believe he got an invite.”

Pepper smiled fondly. “Your dad’s made quite the impression on the NYPD. Tony respects people who do the right thing even when it’s not easy.”

Gwen smiled, clearly flattered. “He’s always been that way. It's kind of his thing.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here,” Pepper said, pausing. “Peter’s lucky to have such a thoughtful partner on his project.”

“Oh—” Gwen looked down, a little bashful. “Thanks. He’s been really great. Like… kind and funny and helpful. Honestly, I probably would’ve transferred schools already if it weren’t for him.”

Pepper nodded, knowingly. “He has that effect on people.”

There was a soft, maternal fondness in her tone — one Gwen didn’t miss.

“So,” Pepper added, leaning in slightly. “Are you two just friends?”

Gwen nearly choked on her drink. “Oh! I—uh. Yeah. Yes. We’re just friends.”

“For now,” Pepper teased lightly.

Gwen laughed, pressing her hand to her chest. “Oh my god. You’re just like my mom.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Pepper smiled.

Peter watched them from across the room, jaw tightening slightly. Gwen looked really comfortable. His Aunt May and Pepper always got along, but something about this was different. Gwen looked like she belonged here — like she could slot perfectly into his life.

So why did he still feel like something was off?

Why was he still thinking about Y/N?

Peter was still hovering on the edge of the ballroom — half-listening to Gwen and Pepper’s conversation, half-scanning the room for any sign of Y/N again — when a familiar voice broke through the noise.

“Well, well, well… if it isn’t Midtown’s Most Indecisive.”

Peter startled slightly and turned to find Tony Stark approaching with a glass of something that was definitely not apple juice in hand. His tuxedo was perfectly tailored but he moved with the same casual charisma Peter had always admired (and occasionally feared).

“Mr. Stark—hey!” Peter tried to smile. “You look… very shiny tonight.”

Tony smirked. “I know, kid. So do you.  But don’t think flattery’s gonna save you.”

Peter blinked. “Save me from… what?”

Tony gestured to him lazily. “From me giving you crap. Shouldn’t you be off making pho with your aunt right about now?”

Peter flushed, scratching the back of his neck. “She, uh—cancelled. Said she had a date.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Well, good for May. Been rooting for her since that hot Italian neighbor moved in.”

Peter blinked. “What?”

“Nothing,” Tony said quickly. “Focus. I’m talking about you, junior.”

Peter braced himself. “Okay.”

Tony gave him a once-over. “So. You came with the Stacy girl. Cute. Smart. Polite. The type your aunt May would actually let into your house.”

Peter laughed nervously. “She is all those things.”

“And yet,” Tony added, swirling the ice in his glass, “you’ve been glancing around like someone just stole your puppy.”

Peter’s smile wavered. “No I haven’t.”

“You totally have,” Tony said, amused. “And I have cameras all over this place, so don’t test me.”

Peter groaned. “How would you– Whatever! It’s not like that. I just… I didn’t know Y/N was friendly with that Harry weirdo guy. I thought she said she’d be bored.”

Tony hummed. “Well, maybe a certain someone bailed on her at the last minute for a noodle night with his aunt.”

“That’s not fair—”

“I didn’t say it was, Parker. I’m just stating the facts.”

Peter exhaled slowly, shifting his weight. “It’s complicated.”

Tony looked at him sideways. “It’s only complicated because you’ve got one foot in two different places, kid. You’re not just trying to figure out what you want. You’re trying to make sure no one gets hurt in the process.”

Peter stayed quiet.

Tony sighed, finally softening a little. “Look, I know feelings are messy. Believe me. I once dated a S.H.I.E.L.D. spy and an Eastern European princess in the same fiscal quarter.”

Peter blinked. “That… sounds fake.”

“Honestly, it might’ve been. Those years were a blur.”

Peter cracked a reluctant smile.

Tony smiled too, then clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Just—don’t wait too long to figure it out, okay? Girls like Y/N? They don’t wait around forever. And neither do girls like Gwen.”

Peter looked up, caught off guard by the sincerity in Tony’s tone.

“Besides,” Tony added, eyes twinkling, “I’m not blind. I’ve seen the way you look at Y/N. You think I let you into my home– into the team, just because you’re a superhuman brainiac? Nah. You’re a good kid. But more importantly, you make her laugh. And that’s rare these days.”

Peter swallowed hard. “Thanks, Mr. Stark.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Tony said, backing away. “I expect drama before the night's over. This is a gala, not a mathlete meeting. Go stir the pot.”

Peter stood there stunned for a moment as Tony disappeared back into the crowd — no doubt off to charm diplomats or cause minor chaos.

And suddenly, Peter wasn’t sure what felt heavier: the suit, or the weight in his chest.

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The live band in the corner had just transitioned into something elegant and moody when Y/N felt someone slip into the space beside her.

“Still holding that punch over my head?” Harry said smoothly, nursing a half-empty glass of sparkling cider and giving her a sidelong glance.

She didn’t turn right away. Just exhaled a soft laugh. “If I recall, you told me I had ‘poor impulse control.’”

“And I stand by it,” he said. “You broke the tech demo display and almost my nose.”

“You were being a pretentious little prick,” she shot back, but there was no venom in it. Just amusement.

He smiled at that. “Fair. I was… testing boundaries.”

Y/N gave him a look.

“What?” he asked innocently. “I meant emotionally.”

“Uh-huh.”

He tilted his head, studying her a little too closely. “Y’know… no one had ever stood up to me like that before. It was impressive.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That’s a low bar.”

“And yet, I remember it almost four years later. So, either I’m dramatic — likely — or you made an impression.”

They stood in silence for a moment, surrounded by the glittering hum of the gala. People were whispering, glancing their way. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why — Harry Osborn was the name on everyone's lips.

And he was talking to her.

“I know you don’t want to hear it but you do look different,” Harry said, not quite a compliment, not quite an insult. “Older. Meaner.”

“Meaner?” she echoed.

“In a good way,” he said, grinning. “Like… ‘don’t mess with me, I’ll slash your tires’ kind of mean.”

She raised a brow. “That’s so specific.”

“I have an active imagination.”

“Well, maybe imagine talking to someone else.”

“Now why would I do that?” Harry said, inching just a little closer. “Everyone in this room’s been trying to pull me into a conversation all night, and the only person I wanted to find was you.”

Her heart stuttered. She hated that it stuttered.

Y/N looked away, pretending to sip her drink. She hated that her cheeks were warm. Harry Osborn should not be allowed to be charming.

Her eyes drifted across the ballroom.

Peter was dancing with Gwen.

They were… smiling. Laughing. He spun her gently, his hand resting just above her waist like it belonged there. Gwen’s dress shimmered in the low light, a soft rose glow, delicate and beautiful and effortlessly graceful.

Y/N swallowed. Something sharp lodged in her throat.

Harry followed her gaze.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just sipped his drink and leaned a bit closer.

“She’s got great posture,” he said, casually. “Kind of princess coded.”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“Gwen,” he said, eyes still on the couple across the room. “Very debutante-like. Your friend group’s aesthetic diversity is truly unmatched.”

She scoffed. “You’re annoying.”

“I’m observant,” he corrected. “Also — trying to keep you from spiraling, so maybe give me a little credit.”

Her gaze snapped to him. “I’m not spiraling.”

Harry raised both hands in surrender. “Didn’t say you were.”

There was a beat of silence. Comfortable, almost. He didn’t push further. Just stood beside her, letting her breathe.

Then a sharp, polite voice interrupted them.

“Miss Stark? Mr. Osborn?”

Y/N turned to find one of the gala photographers smiling expectantly, camera in hand. “We’re doing a press set with the next generation of Oscorp and Stark Industries. Would you mind stepping over for a quick photo?”

Y/N blinked. “Uh—”

“She’d love to,” Harry said easily, already offering her his arm.

“I didn’t say—”

“You punched me once. Let me at least get a cool picture to make up for it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but slipped her hand through the crook of his arm anyway. The room parted slightly as they moved toward the backdrop near the stairwell, bright lights already warming to life.

“Ready, Miss Stark?” the photographer asked.

She glanced at Harry.

He winked.

She smirked, lifted her chin — and the camera flashed.

​​The flashbulbs finally dimmed, the camera crew satisfied with their golden shots of Stark and Osborn — heirs apparent to the legacy empires that practically built the NYC skyline.

Y/N gently tugged her arm from Harry’s just as another person approached him, congratulating him on some internship or another. She turned to leave, but before she could fully slip away, Harry leaned down, voice smooth near her ear.

“If you ever get tired of that Peter kid,” he said, tone playful but laced with something a bit more pointed, “or just want a distraction… I’ll be around. Staying in the city for the year.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Bold assumption that I get bored easily.”

“Well then,” he offered, stepping back. “Call me if you need me. I’ll be waiting.”

And with that — a wink and a two-fingered salute — he was gone, swallowed by the sea of suits and socialites.

Y/N stood there for a beat, letting out a slow exhale. She wasn’t flustered — not exactly — but Harry had a way of pushing into her space and then disappearing like smoke. It was annoying. And maybe a little bit impressive.

Before she could fully process it, a voice cut in — bright, sweet, familiar.

“There you are!”

Y/N turned and spotted Gwen weaving through the crowd in her blush-pink gown, a flute of sparkling cider in hand. “I’ve been looking for you!”

Y/N’s posture softened. “You look so pretty, Gwen.”

Gwen grinned and held out the extra flute she was holding. “You look like a goddess. That dress? Literally shut the whole place down.”

Y/N took the drink and clinked her glass against Gwen’s with a smile. “You’re being dramatic.”

“It’s the truth,” Gwen said, then leaned in like she was telling a secret. “Seriously, when you walked into the ballroom, I think half the photographers stopped breathing.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “You’re such a liar.”

“I’m not! I’m so glad I saw it at the boutique. And I’m glad MJ forced you to try it on.”

“She’s terrifying when she wants something,” Y/N joked. “But yeah. It felt right.”

They sipped their drinks, standing side by side as the crowd swirled around them. Somewhere across the room, Tony was motioning Peter toward Norman Osborn — some big career making handshake probably about to go down.

Gwen nudged her lightly. “So... Harry Osborn, huh?”

Y/N groaned. “Oh god– Please don’t start.”

“I’m just saying — he looked very into that photo op. And you did not look like you hated it.”

“He’s… he’s just being annoying.”

“Annoying is kind of his brand, isn’t it?” Gwen said with a smirk. “Still. You looked good. Like one of those rich girls in a teen drama who knows exactly what she’s doing. It was hot.”

Y/N barked out a laugh. “Thanks, I think?”

They both laughed, a genuine, shared moment. For a second, everything felt simple again. Just two girls, in ridiculous gowns, standing in ridiculous heels, making each other feel like maybe none of it mattered too much.

“I’m glad we’re friends,” Y/N said softly.

Gwen looked at her, smile soft. “Me too.”

And then the camera lights flared again across the room — this time, focused on Peter Parker shaking Norman Osborn’s hand.

But Y/N didn’t look. Not yet.

Because right now? She wasn’t thinking about Peter. She was thinking about Gwen’s soft smile, the gentle hum of their laughter, and the fact that — for a moment — the world felt full of possibility.

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The gala was winding down — speeches had been given, hands shaken, deals sealed with champagne. The press had packed up, leaving only a low hum of music and the soft shuffle of expensive shoes on marble.

Y/N stood near the refreshment table with Gwen, both of them barefoot now, heels discarded under their table after too many hours of pretending stilettos were comfortable. Gwen was animatedly retelling something her younger brother had said the night before, using her hands for emphasis and almost knocking over a flute of untouched champagne.

“You’re so dramatic,” Y/N giggled, holding her stomach. “Wait, wait, say it again like he did.”

Gwen pulled a face, voice pitching higher as she mimicked her brother. “But Gwen, what if Peter adopted me?! We’d build legos all day!!”

Y/N snorted. “Stop! My ribs hurt.”

“Ladies,” Peter appeared beside them like he’d been summoned by name. “Am I interrupting something important?”

“Just Y/N dying of laughter at my expense,” Gwen said sweetly.

“She’s being over-dramatic,” Y/N added, already reaching for her drink. “As usual.”

Peter held out both hands. “Wanna dance?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You dance?”

Peter grinned. “Poorly. But enthusiastically.”

Gwen took his left hand. Y/N took the right.

The three of them joined a small crowd on the dance floor, some pop remix playing over the speakers. Music switching over to something more lively as the older crowd started leaving. It wasn’t the kind of music meant for waltzing — it was fast, fun, ridiculous — and somehow perfect.

Peter spun Gwen first, then Y/N, then back again. The girls were laughing, skirts twirling, hair undone and glowing under the crystal lights.

For a moment — one brief, bright moment — everything felt light. Normal. Like they were just kids at a party. Not heroes. Not heirs. Just friends.

Just friends.

Y/N caught herself staring as Peter danced, loose-limbed and messy and smiling so wide it crinkled the corners of his eyes. Gwen nudged him, teasing him about his footwork. He laughed. She laughed.

Y/N laughed too.

See? she told herself. This is fine. I’m fine. I love them both. Gwen’s amazing. Peter’s my best friend. I do not have a crush on this man. That would be stupid. Ridiculous. Delusional. I’m so normal about this. Everything’s great.

She forced the smile to stay on her face and spun again, hair catching in the air like lightning.

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The morning sun leaked through the penthouse windows, golden and too bright for someone who’d danced until nearly 1 a.m.

Y/N squinted at her phone as it buzzed on her nightstand again — the eighth time in five minutes. She groaned, rolled over, and buried her face into her pillow.

“Y/N,” came Pepper’s voice through the slightly cracked door. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Mmmf,” Y/N replied.

Another ping.

Heart emoji

This time, she grabbed her phone with a frown. Her lock screen was flooded with messages.

MJ🐛 : BRO WAKE UP RIGHT NOW MJ​​🐛: YOU’RE LITERALLY TRENDING MJ🐛: HARRY?? Ned🤠: omg are you and harry freaking osborn a THING?? Gwen 🤍😻: wait wait are you seriously dating Harry Osborn 😭i knew i wasn’t crazy!! The way he was looking at youuu

“...What,” Y/N mumbled, unlocking her screen and immediately being hit with a wave of notifications. Her feed was full of headlines:

‘Next Gen Power Couple?’ Y/N Stark & Harry Osborn Spark Dating Rumors After Glitzy Gala Appearance

‘The New Iron Romance: Stark Heiress and Oscorp Heir Set NYC Abuzz’

‘Electric Chemistry — Literally: Sparks Fly Between Y/N Stark and Harry Osborn’

There were photos too. Her and Harry talking — her laughing. His hand on her back. And the worst of them all: the moment he whispered something to her right before the photo op, her eyes flicking toward the camera, smiling. It looked… intimate. Intentional.

“OH my god,” she muttered, dragging a hand down her face.

Another text came in. From Peter.

Spideyboy!: So… you and Harry?

“NOO!,” she said to no one, throwing her phone onto the bed like it had personally betrayed her.

A minute later, she padded into the kitchen in pajama shorts and one of Tony’s MIT hoodies she’d stolen years ago. Pepper was already at the counter with a cappuccino and a blueberry muffin.

“Morning,” she said brightly. “Sleep okay?”

“No,” Y/N muttered, pouring herself coffee. “I’m being publicly shipped with a boy I punched in the face three and a half years ago.”

Pepper arched a brow, phone in hand. “Ah. I saw that. ‘City’s New It Couple?’”

Y/N groaned.

“He’s not even my type,” she grumbled. “I don’t even have a type! Unless… annoying chaos goblin counts.”

“So Peter,” Pepper said calmly, sipping her drink.

Y/N paused mid-sip. “…That’s slander.”

Pepper just smiled into her mug. “You didn’t deny it.”

Another buzz.

MJ🐛: WAIT LOOK AT THIS INTERVIEW CLIP MJ🐛: Harry JUST SAID “I’ve always liked girls with lightning in their eyes.” MJ🐛: THAT’S YOU BABE

Her heart stopped.

“What.”

She tapped the link with trembling fingers. The screen filled with a short red carpet clip — grainy, recorded from someone’s TV.

A reporter offscreen: “So, Harry, any thoughts on your gala date tonight? You and Miss Stark certainly caused a stir.” Harry smiled that slow, easy smile. “I’ve always liked girls with lightning in their eyes.” Camera flash. End clip.

The world spun for a second.

Pepper glanced up from her espresso. “Something wrong?”

Y/N didn’t respond. She was still staring at the screen, her thoughts racing.

Lightning.

That wasn’t just some metaphor. He wasn’t being poetic or flirtatious — or at least, not just that. He was being specific. Deliberate.

No one was supposed to know. Her training sessions were private. Her powers hadn’t been made public yet — hell, Peter barely understood the extent of them. Tony had gone to great lengths to keep her low-profile until she was ready. Only time she ever did anything with them was in Berlin but there was no record of that. Tony made sure of it.

So how the hell did Harry know?

Her fingers curled around the phone, heart thumping.

“Y/N?” Pepper said again, concerned now.

Y/N looked up, eyes wide. “He knows.”

“Knows what?”

“About me. About my powers.”

Pepper’s eyes narrowed slightly. “That shouldn’t be possible. Has he seen you use them?”

“No! He hasn’t even seen me. Not since… not since that tech summit years ago, and even then I didn’t—” She broke off, shaking her head. “I didn’t do anything. I just punched him in the face.”

Pepper looked both alarmed and faintly impressed. “Well. That would leave an impression.”

Y/N didn’t laugh. “Pepper, this is bad. How does he know?”

“I’ll look into it,” Pepper said calmly, already picking up her tablet. “In the meantime, don’t panic.”

“I’m not panicking,” Y/N said, her voice two octaves too high.

Pepper gave her a look.

Y/N slumped against the counter and covered her face with both hands. “…Okay. I’m panicking.”

Pepper took a measured sip of coffee. “Understandable. But still, breathe.”

“Breathe,” Y/N muttered. “Right. Cool. I’m being stalked by a possibly psychic billionaire heir, but sure. Let’s inhale and exhale.”

Another buzz.

MJ🐛: I swear if this turns into a Wattpad enemies-to-lovers arc I’m gonna SCREAM

“Pepper.”

“Yes?”

“I think I might die.”

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taglist: @f2lix , @the-faceless-bride @lovely-foxes-exe @uhmellamoanna @gyus-lvr

author's note: longest chapter yet! so fun! what do we think about this yall? y/n and harry woahhh! i'm warning you rn, we're gonna get real angsty. this is for the slowburn lovers. we're gonna get some real yearning. we're all gonna suffer a little bit but it's okay, it's for the plot LMAO

also, how are yall picturing harry? cause to me he's just some faceless guy but gwen is like a mix of sabrina carpenter and quinn in season 2 of glee

[dollyforever]

warning: incoming dr yap session

i have to be honest, i really love when people here on tumblr start talking about their weirdly specific drs. because I have one that I genuinely believe no one else has had before.

there's this youtuber that posts these youtube shorts (yeah, i deleted instagram and tt so i use yt shorts now) that are vlogs where he just goes to random restaurants in Japan. It's my comfort content on the internet. The guy just eats food and talks. It's just so nice, and every time I binge watch his videos I'm always thinking "I really want to share a meal with him"

So I just have a dr where I live in Japan and just go exploring restaurants with this dude.

I'm so weirdly attached to this dr, like, nothing happens, we just eat and yap and walk around Tokyo. A dream!

[kitty-kat-art]

🧍‍♂️Mental illness has won, I've written a little in-depth essay exploring Dale as a character and breaking down his personality, actions, and how it relates to Dev and Doug. Also I threw in a bunch of my own little headcanons 💀

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ‼️ This post will contain mentions of abuse, mental illness, and eating disorders. I don't go into uncomfortable detail, but still! Keep this warning in mind when reading on. Obviously, you are very much free to disregard any takes I have if they don't align with what you perceive, especially in regards to what I personally headcannon lololol. I am highkey projecting onto Dale because I like where they took his character compared to his first appearance in the original FOP. It presents MANY questions regarding what led him to end up the way he did, and that's something I always LOVE exploring!

Anyways, please also feel free to expand on anything I bring up here! There's a LOT, and I'm sure I still forgot to mention something somewhere... 😭 (Also, keep in mind I am only on episode 20 atm, so I have more Dale content to analyze besides the fact, so I may add onto this in the future or change my onions JSKDJSKDJLSJDKSJ)

The way Dale has been portrayed in FOPANW as one of the main antagonists presents a compelling exploration of Dale's character development, particularly in relation to Dev and Doug. It suggests that Dale's journey to becoming the father he is today stems directly from the influence of Doug, who, upon Dale's release from Vicky's lemonade dungeon, very briefly acknowledges him before shifting his focus entirely to Timmy. Dale doesn't even get a moment to greet his father before Doug redirects his attention to Timmy... This moment encapsulates the emotional neglect Dale experiences at the hands of Doug literally in an instant, as Doug doesn't even let his son get a single word in before moving on to prioritizes another child he doesn't even know, no doubt leaving Dale caught in a whirlwind of emotions—from initial excitement to a profound sense of emptiness at the realization that he's just going from one location lacking in proper support to another.

(Literally "WOW IT'S MY DAD 😃" to "... 😐" in seconds when he is ignored after 7 years of trauma just so his dad can yap at some other kid 😭)

Moreover, I believe that Doug’s obsession with monetary success profoundly impacted Dale's own self-worth. Before living with Doug, Dale was already fixated on hard work to please Vicky, aiming to generate wealth. Living under Doug's influence only magnifies this mentality, leading Dale to internalize that his identity is tied to his status as a Dimmadome, where financial success equates to personal value. This relentless pursuit of wealth distorts Dale's perception of self-worth, establishing a direct correlation between his earnings and his sense of purpose. If he fails to meet his own financial expectations, he feels worthles. It's been pointed out before that he falls into despair when his ability to make money is hindered.

While I don't think Doug was as absent in Dale's life as Dale is in Dev's (obviously we can't know for sure unless ANW explores that), the emotional absence is certainly palpable. I personally like to think that Dale is aware of his own flaws, yet his pride prevents him from acknowledging them. Maybe he has the incessant voice of Doug in his head, reinforcing the belief that he must constantly generate income to avoid feeling useless... This toxic mindset might lead Dale to distance himself from Dev on purpose, as he recognizes the love he never received and perceives Dev’s lack of gratitude for his own circumstances as a stark reminder of his own impoverished childhood. Dale's bitterness and jealousy manifest in a misguided perception that Dev has everything he, Dale, has ever desired, failing to recognize that Dev's true yearning is for paternal love and attention—elements Dale is ill-equipped to provide due to his own upbringing and emotional immaturity due to having never received unconditional love and support from his own dad, which can be assumed based on Doug's priorities and personality as portrayed in the original show... (If we get more seasons for A New Wish, I hope that they get a chance to explore Dales dynamic with Doug one on one, that could be something very interesting, I think, even if it is only mentioned briefly...)

Dale's behavior is UNDENIABLY selfish and manipulative, painting him as a narcissist. However, these traits can also be viewed as a defense mechanism, a survival strategy developed in response to a lifetime of neglect and abuse. There is a possibility that throughout his life, Dale has learned to trust no one but himself, leading to a bottled-up emotional state that makes him appear aloof on the surface. Consequently, he mirrors the tactics used against him by Vicky, employing similar strategies to cope with his own vulnerabilities, manipulating others and prioritizing money over the well-being of others. To outsiders, he may appear as a self-important narcissist, but this could easily be a façade that masks his desperate need for validation on his self-worth, which he vainly seeks through material wealth and accolades. When someone has no control over their life, they seek control through other means...

The accumulation of wealth becomes a means for Dale to convince himself of his greatness. Surrounded by paintings and statues of himself, he clings to the notion that financial success equates to personal value. It's a tragic cycle of self-deception; he rationalizes his wealth as proof of his worthiness, seeking external validation to fill the void within with which he lacks the proper tools to confront in a meaningful and healthy way. This could very well be an example of him attempting to take control of his own thoughts and feelings towards himself.

Dale clings to his wealth as a tangible affirmation of his worth as an individual, a testament to his perceived success and brilliance. 'Look at all this money I have! I have literally everything I could ever want and more! Don't you agree? Don't you think I'm rich? Aren't I doing well carrying my father's legacy as a Dimmadome? (Please recognize my status. Tell me I’m good. Validate my worth by giving me money.)' That type of mentality. This desperate plea for acknowledgment underscores a deeper insecurity, revealing his need for external validation to reinforce his self-esteem. He is the kind of man who believes that money solves all your problems, and maybe there's a chance that he has told himself that enough times that he finally started to believe it. He even seems to speak of his own traumatic experience working for Vicky as something that built his character. He LITERALLY carries a picture of his trauma around in his pocket and happily shows it to Dev...

"When I was you're age, I spent my Saturdays working in a FACTORY underneath a lemonade stand, for SEVEN YEARS. That's 364 Saturdays, do you know how many Saturday morning cartoons I missed out on!? ALL OF THEM... And look at the man I turned out to be." This quote vividly paints him as a bitter and jealous adult because he missed out on having a proper childhood, all while emphasizing that he views his trauma almost like a GOOD thing... Because otherwise he wouldn't be where he is now, so it HAD to be good, right? Just look at the man he turned out to be! (This guy is coping so hard! 😭)

In contrast, Dev appears to be navigating his OWN identity through the lens of his father's image, perhaps in an attempt to earn his approval. It's a common phenomenon for children to reflect their parents' behaviors, whether through mimicking their language, fashion, or taking on their parent's interests as their own... I believe it was Dev's choice to emulate his father's style... The white jacket and boots with gold accents paired with dark pants and slicked back hair... It suggests a conscious effort to mirror Dale on Dev's part. It seems unlikely that Dale actively encourages this mimicry; rather, it appears to stem from Dev's own desire for recognition, and the age old inclination nearly every child has with idolizing their parents and wanting to grow up to be JUST like them... Whether Dale is oblivious to this or simply indifferent remains a bit of a mystery.

Something else I've thought about is that Dev's tendency to wear sunglasses could also signify his own struggle with vulnerability, as he often obscures his eyes, maybe in an attempt to shield himself from the world or prevent himself from revealing to much emotion, much like his father. Yet, I've noticed a pattern with Dev. Sometimes, when he is feeling particularly vulnerable or upset, he removes the shades, revealing a desire to be seen and understood— a stark contrast to Dale, who prefers to hide behind his wealth and image and avoid eye contact at all costs unless the topic of discussion is money.

I like to think that Dale’s tendency to avoid eye contact could be interpreted as a defense mechanism against the judgment he feels from others, as if he can't stand seeing the way people judge him (This is just my own personal HC). This avoidance would stem from a deep-seated insecurity that was planted in him at a young age and never got uprooted before it took hold. Perhaps he feels scrutinized and exposed, with the exception being when the conversation shifts to financials... In these instances, he may feel a temporary sense of control, something he has lacked his WHOLE life, on top of never being properly loved when it mattered most in regards to the development of his brain.

I feel like Dale's pride would keep him from confronting his emotional turmoil, leading him to suffer in silence. He guards his vulnerabilities closely, perhaps fearing that revealing his pain would make it 'real'. The prospect of others discovering his deep-seated feelings of inadequacy terrifies him, reinforcing his need to maintain a façade of success. Because of this, he ends up reflecting narcissistic traits on the surface to make up for his own incompetence.

I also HC that Dale's emotional distance from Dev is a conscious choice rooted in his own experiences of fatherly love—or rather, the lack thereof. His upbringing under Doug no doubt left Dale with a warped understanding of affection and how one goes about loving another person. I mean... Just look back at their first interaction in the original cartoon where Doug didn't even give Dale a second to say anything before turning his attention to Timmy, basically saying 'You are not as important as the thing that can give me money or free labor', which is an attitude he carries into adulthood with Dev.

Dale's perception of his son also seems clouded by envy, as he watches Dev embrace the childhood experiences he himself was deprived of. This dynamic could explain why Dale sometimes appears 'burdened' by Dev's presence; he may be grappling with the painful reminder of what he missed out on. The interplay between their identities and emotional needs highlights the complexities of familial relationships, particularly in the context of legacy and the expectations placed upon them. The cyclical nature of this dynamic becomes a poignant exploration of how unresolved issues from one generation can profoundly impact the next if left unresolved. In this context, it becomes apparent that Dale’s deliberate push against any emotional attatchment with Dev is a projection of his own unresolved feelings.

Dale's existence has been predominantly defined by work and money, reducing him to a mere instrument for generating wealth—essentially, the heir to the Dimmadome fortune. This is not a matter of opinion, but fact... And this type of upbringing has deprived him of the fundamental aspects of being treated as a person with emotional needs, to which he passes onto his own son. To Vicky, Dale was barely human. Left with a gaggle of other presumably kidnapped or trafficked children that she used to generate money for herself while neglecting their basic needs, like providing them with food, water, proper sunlight and places to sleep. Just look at Dale's body right after he is freed compared to his appearance when he's older. He was significantly skinnier and much paler than Timmy and his dad. Not to mention the tattered clothes that barely fit him and the dirt and grime covering his body.

Expanding off his abuse under Vicky, if we consider the realisfic ramifications regarding that whole situation, I HC that Dale would struggle with food consumption in the sense that he might over indulge due to the ingrained fear of not knowing the next time he's going to eat, and then feeling self conscious about himself after the fact and 'punishing' himself by not eating for extended periods of time. Additionally, though it's said as a joke in the original show, Dale expresses his discomfort seeing natural light... "The light! It burns!"

(Also note how skinny the kid in the background on the right is! Holy shit! Vicky was obviously NOT concerned with their well being, this would absolutely affect Dale mentally)

But if we take this throwaway line seriously, it's important to note that people who are kept in the dark for extended periods of time can have their vision permanently damaged. So, I like to imagine that Dale wears contacts or even reading glasses on occasion when no one else is around. (Just cause I think reading glasses are cute... 😭 Also I love over analyzing cartoon men... 🫶 Also I love taking things too seriously in regards to my headcanons teehee 😇)

Ultimately, Dale's emotional landscape is one of confusion and disconnection, leaving him with no framework for how to genuinely love someone. His interactions with Dev reveal a complex web of projection, unfulfilled desires, and a tragic inability to break free from the cycle of emotional neglect that has defined his life.

In conclusion...

[asmogorna]

Okay so there’s this ww artist on ig called like tooth lilys or something and he’s always causing drama in the ww fandom and he mouthed off about your art and now heaps of insta ww fans are like talking about you :| free publicity?

ahhhh so thats whats happening .. lmao thats crazy

i checked out their story, and i sure doooo love how they leave some things out when talking about both situations that they mentioned to make me look worse ..

ok so

warning, yap session incoming

the "will wood in a (miku) binder" thing happened back in fall 2023 when i was still semi new to the fandom and didnt know a lot of things. so tho i to this day i dont think it was that big of a deal, i wouldnt do it today

it was an artwork made for shits and giggles, the context of which i have explained here before. i never meant to imply that will wood is trans and i certainly dont "headcanon" him as that. my curse is that even when joking around i tend to try and make my art look good, so i get why people thought it was unironic. and i know that it sounds like a lame ass excuse, but it legit didnt cross my mind that people would think i drew will wood as a trans guy or smth. legit my only thought process was "funny haha internet thing" + "my favorite thing" = "good idea"

now the usage of his real name is something i am genuinely sorry for, but it was an accident and a genuine mistake on my part. i remember seeing someone mention it casually in some comment section, and assuming that it was ok, since i didnt know he was in any way against it. (i also thought that it was the same name that he used in "the real will wood" in that one section cus it sounded a bit similar).

when i was informed about the fact that he doesnt want it spread around i deleted the post right away and apologized, so bringing it up like something i did on purpose and out of malicious intent is a tad bit .. misfitting, if you can use that word

now the hot topic of the day: my waywood art

i have said this before and i will say this again, how i feel about rpf is solely based off how the people involved feel about it

to clarify: i never drew anything inappropriate or even suggestive with them, the "worst" thing is 2 simple sketches of them smoochin. or. this.

idk if this is what they were referring to when talking about me drawing will wood and gerard way "making out" (specifically. because i think "making out" implies to be more sexual stuff than small kisses). and if so, then it once again feels like blowing things out of proportion

and now the point i want you to get: will wood wouldnt give a flying fuck

like i said earlier, i never drew anything inappropriate, because that would actually cross will's existent and real boundaries. you know, the ones that he stated

im not making some conspiracy theories about him being gay, like some people seem to imply in their inbox messages to me

im not sending a whole ass smut fanfiction to litwtc gmail or something, i dont bother him in instagram dms asking if he wants to fuck gerard way, im not shipping him with people who he actually knows personally and has to look in the eyes of from time to time

im not doing anything that he would actually care about

him and chris have joked about him being attracted to gerard before, and though im not saying that you can joke about everything theyve ever joked about, i feel like in our case its clear that will clearly doesnt care about the implications ? (i generally believe that ww fans would get their panties twisted about less things if more of them listened to what these 2 talk about so calmly on litwtc but i digress)

if he saw that some random teenager on tumblr is drawing him and gerard way (gasp of horror) holding hands, he'd laugh at it max and then move on with his day

people are treating the whole situation like i posted pictures of him from when he was a kid or leaked patreon content or drew him fully naked or anything else that, you know, would actually affect him in one way or another

what im doing is innocent fun which isnt even likely to reach either of them. will wood very rarely checks tumblr and, once again, i genuinely dont believe he would care. and gerard way aint got no internet + he doesnt care x 2

it is weird but rn this is what brings me the most joy, even if its silly to say. both will wood and gerard way mean a lot to me and putting them in situations together makes me happy. i am but a child full of fun whimsy

i wont be posting any more explicitly romantic art to avoid more drama, and i also wont be responding to all the anon messages i received because there are like .. too many of them. an overwhelming amount i'd say. sorry about that

i really didnt mean to cause such a fuss, and i understand why some people might be uncomfortable with what i do

i fully understand why you would dislike my waywood hyperfixation shenanigans, and i dont have a problem w you over that, but treating me like pure evil because of a thing so insignificant is just.. overdoing it

once again, i will be toning it down, but it really isnt the end of the world if i dare to draw will wood and gerard way being a tad bit gay (which is, i apparently need to mention, not me actually saying that will wood the alternative musician is a homosexual gay who is in a genuine for real actual real gay homosexual relationship with gerard fucking way the lead singer of my chemical romance. i think speculating on other people's sexuality and gender identity is boooo tomato tomato tomato)

sorry for the rant and sorry to all who were disappointed by my lack of remorse. come back in a couple years when i turn 18 and stop having fun and artistic freedom

thank you for your attention and i hope i at least cleared some things up to those who werent w me throughout every event where i get involved in fandom drama

bye bye

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no one has made this meme with venture bros yet so i took the initiative in doing so, even if this looks like shit *bwomp*

Anyways, hello venture bros fanbase. I've only been in it for like 2 or 3 weeks now, but I already love you guys.

Warning: incoming yap session in the tags lol 😭

[kalcium-yippee]

Ok as lore accurate as possible What the SBG gang has each other in their phone contacts as (warning: incoming yap sesh)

Ashlyn: aiden. , taylor , tyler h , Logan , ben

My logic: I feel like she keeps em simple, but maybe some changes over time. Like I think she maybe lingered on aidens contact in her phone after a while of knowing each other. Eventually she just kinda subconsciously hit the period. Probably just because she needed to show a sift in her emotions towards him but couldn't necessarily figure out how. I think she had everyone's surname initials in their contacts but took em out after a while. Out of some sort of internal spite she keeps Tyler's with the h still. Autocorrect got logans and she tells herself everyday she will fix it to lowercase. She doesn't.

Aiden: Ash ! , Tay , Tyyyy , lowgan , ben🧍

My logic: he just like me fr. He's the type of guy to put spaced between punctuation and he just needed that exclamation mark. When typing Tyler's he legit just kept pressing the y button, he had to delete a ton. He felt silly for Logan and ben idk I also misspelled or warp my friends names in texts. Also I like to think he compares logans name to London in attempt to call him British.

Taylor: Ashlyn<2 , Aidenn✌️ , Ty 💙 , Logan 🌸 , Ben❣️

My logic: she also just like me fr. An emoji girl for life, yk it. The <2 is inspired by how one of my friends types the <3. I think it's cuz she is aromantic and on aroblr, but I think it is a cute mannerism Tay would have regardless. The double n on aiden was for when she typed it into her phone it for some reason autocorrected to that and she told everyone how silly it was.

Tyler: ash , AIDS💀 , Tay, , logans? , Ben

My logic: do I need to explain?

Logan: Ashlyn B✨️ , Aiden C💥 , Tay H🎇 , Tyler H⚾ , Ben C🙃

My logic: he picked out corresponding emojis cuz yeah. It says a lot of what he thinks and knows of them, and how surface level the emoji representing is, the more (or arguable less) you can draw from it.

Ben: Ashlyn , related, allegedly , Tay🎶, Ty , logan ,

My logic: bro it is 2 am I am not explaining Ben's contact name choices to yall wtf am I actually doing