#RIRI RECOMMENDS

[petrerpkr]

marvel comics I recommend for beginners

X-men

X men(2010- 2024)

Uncanny x men (2012-2024)

X men blue (2017-2018)

Generation X(2017)

All-New Wolverine(2016-2018)

(laura as wolverine)

Wolverine and the x men (2011-2014)

All-New X-Men(2013-2017)

X-Men Red (2018-2024)

Uncanny X-Force(2010-2014)

Wolverine and Jubilee (2011)

X-Men Origins - Wolverine(2009)

X-Men Origins - Jean Grey(2008)

X-Men Origins - Emma Frost(2010)

X-Men Origins - Cyclops(2010)

Wolverine the Origin(2001)

Spider-Man & other spidey's

Amazing Spider-Man Or start here

Ultimate Comics Spider-Man (2011-2013)

Miles Morales spider-man (2014-2015)

Miles Morales spider-man (2019-2022)

Miles Morales spider-man(2022-2025)

Silk(2015)

Spider-Men(2012)

Spider-gwen (2015-2018)

Spider-gwen 2(2015)

Ghost-spider (2019-2020)

Spider-Man/Deadpool

Avengers and friends

Young Avengers Vol. 2 (2013)

Avengers (2012-2024)

Uncanny Avengers(2012-2014)

Westcoast Avengers (2018-2019)

Captain America: Sam Wilson(2015-2017)

Black Widow(2010-2022)

Invincible Iron Man(2015-2017)

Ironheart (2019-2020)

Hawkeye(2012-2015)

Hawkeye freefall(2020)

Avengers Origins: Scarlet Witch & Quicksilver (2012)

Scarlet Witch (2016-2024)

Ect

The Unbelievable Gwenpool (2016-2018)

The Unworthy Thor(2016)

Totally Awesome Hulk(2016-2017)

Ms. Marvel(2014-2018)

Moon Knight(2014-2024)

Runaways(2003)

Reading order here for more In depth list

[insane-in-the-membranee]

Some period pieces that I've come to enjoy 📜

Any more recommendations?

[v-67]

Completed watching Romantic killer anime and it's sooooo wholesome and cute and different🥹❤️

WHY IS THERE NOT A SEASON 2

Fr though, it tackles simple and complex things, and I just love Hoshino's personality sooooo much.

She's simply kind, and helpful, and it's just really warm.

And the male characters and their own traits, it's really sweet

Kazuki's portrayal and his anxiety, his trauma, his catharsis and the way Hoshino was there for him. Also, consent, so much about consent. Even if it was a hug.

Junta's personality, him not being jealous but rather being like, 'it was bound to happen, she's just that amazing'. It was just really sweet. Man's just so adorable and kind.

The wizard, Riri aka Roro. Sweet, warm, helpful, and was a tad annoying at first but in the end I'm just happy he's back❤️

Hijiri, it was nice to see him blend w people and realise what tsuchiya wanted him to realise.

Also Saki and Makoto, idc if anything happens or not, but that particular moment was sweet and I hope they become good friends/anything romantic is fine too because Makoto is🫶 (for my girl Saki)

That asshole senior of Saki annoyed the fuck out of me. I see such things and it genuinely annoys me. Because he was being kind and stuff at first and then pulled off such shit and had the audacity to then tell people some made up story. Had the audacity to do that. AND fucker even met her at the festival and said all those things. Fucking creeps.

I also feel so sad and frustrated about the way Kazuki might have felt. Him clutching his mouth, the portrayal of anxiety and being scared, it hits hard. And his father not being on his side when he needed the support. I love Arisa though. But the way they depicted his trauma, and showed us the things he felt, the way he hesitated to help someone because of what happened. Also the part where she(the stalker) had bugged their house and sneaked in and drugged him, I cannot fucking imagine how scary that is. That affirmation from Anzu and that hug which he so needed, felt so warm and right.

The best thing about this anime is, that Anzu never wanted to be forced into love, it also went against stereotypes, but kinda like stereotypes but reversed which was really funny and warm. She never wanted to pursue romance and avoided things that might cause it because she didn't want a forced romantic thing, but she was always kind and warm to people around her, she looked at them as people and she became a person who does the basic which is needed, which is being simply kind and understanding towards others. She was an understanding person, catering to boundaries, and helping people out and listening to them, and simply just spending time with them. Platonic love, at its best. She loved spending time with them and considered them all her friends and never backed down on standing up for them.

And for that, i have so much respect.

I loved this anime so much.

I was sad to not see a season 2

Any suggestions for similar anime is welcome

[eluxcastar]

Hiii!!! I just read your "dadtore" fic or whatever it's called, idk if u have any other ones abt dadtore if U do I'm talking abt the one when he "adops" reader bc she was abandoned? (Sorry if U don't understand idk how to explain 😭😭) I wanna know if he likes to get called "dad" or "papa" by reader. Thanks sweetheart!!💖💖💖

Hihii I actually did answer this question about what they'd call him before but on my LIFE I cannot find the post 😭 (turned out to be part of the other dadtore request you can find it here) (would also like to make the note it would be REALLY cute if they called him baba) but yes there is more 🙏 one more dadtore installment thus far it's in my masterlist as something to the tune of dadtore and his germ infested child

[hiroseudachi]

all about lily chou-chou / riri shushu no subete, 2001

dir. shunji iwai

[dailyjpop]

RIRI - Heart Can't Lie

[idyllicbby]

idyllicbby mention 🙂‍↕️

shuriri fic recommendations

By request for the lovely @crunchycerealisgood and anyone else looking for some shuriri fics to read!

Funnily enough I don't read a lot of Shuriri fics since I'm usually writing it, but I still managed to pull together this list. Thank you for the patience!

@idyllicbby has already done a few recommendation lists

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Shuriri week content which includes the playlist, fics/prompts, and fanart

It's sad to see so many deactivated accounts, but a lot of the work is still posted!

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Some of my personal favorite fics are:

Hit Me Up

Sweet, Slow building Post-canon fic. Rated Teen and Up

Heart Remnants

Introspection. Sweet. Post-canon. Teen and up

Self plug ig??? - my own shuriri fics/ hc lists

sad/soft hcs

touch hcs

rapidfire aus

more aus list

unedited, short

burning kisses, shades of gold

sleepy time gays series [ao3]

hold the nose

ur heart beat next to mine

rattling around in there

a lil torn up

stick to the stuff u know

got the whole world in their hands

bare with me

it was slow, it was quiet

pinkie promises

hmn to eternity [ao3]

The Princess & I [1] [2][3][4] [5]

nothing in the world belongs to me, but

flesh, blood, and other human ailments [ao3]

[itsrlymine]

hey it’s 😤 the best manifester ever… LET ME TELL U HOW I MANIFESTED NOT GETTING EXPELLED FROM SCHOOL (this is kinda a long one bare with me🙃)

ok so on march 25 i kinda brought edibles to school so me n my friends could eat them🤷🏽‍♀️ now a “friend” that i never really liked took FOUR FUCKING EDIBLES… let’s call her dumbass keep in mind that they were 120mg each now me and my bestie have a bit a lot of experience with weed and edibles, my other friend and the one that greened out, i think it was their first time getting high so we all ate one edible except dumbass (PLEASE KEEP IN MIND OF THE FACT THAT EVERYONE KNEW THEY WERE EDIBLES)and of course she started to green out and went to the nurse and snitched… so we all got suspended and recommended to get expelled, that’s when i decided that not shit was gonna happen to us🙂‍↕️ i’m a highschool freshman and it’s almost the end of the year…WHOS GOT TIME TO BE GETTING EXPELLED????? we had to go to a little school hearing thing and we still got recommended for getting expelled… i laughed and said fuck no, trust, IM not getting expelled lol… so we had to go to appeal the expulsion recommendation. me and all my friends went in there and spoke, all of us told the truth… EXCEPT DUMBASS she went and lied to the superintendent, saying that i didn’t tell her they were edibles and i tried to fucking kill her… luckily my friends stood up for me and said that we literally told her to not eat that many and we all tried to help her when she did. i also have a video of her on her knees(yes literally…on her fucking knees😭) begging me to bring her the edibles, and yes, i showed it to everyone in the room after she sat there and lied on me saying that she didn’t know what they were (i also posted the vid of her begging on my ig story bc she started making rumors about me and my friends online for exposing her lies and claiming that we’re lying, now people are on her ass so bad n people keep dming me asking, “riri why’d u do that” but everyone is on my side tho, why wouldn’t they be?🤷🏽‍♀️)… anyways after that, i went home and i was soooooo mad at the fact that she lied on me so i decided that everyone except dumbass was not going to get expelled from school and that dumbass was gonna get expelled for lying on me to the superintendent… guess who’s going back to school with no consequences and who’s expelled from school until march 25 of next year🙂‍↕️🙃

-😤, the pettiest manifester ever🙂‍↕️🙃

i love my life🥳

[insane-in-the-membranee]

Some rom-coms that I've come to enjoy 💞💕💗

Any more recommendations?

[rei-ismyname]

I like to think we all agree that young Scott and Kamala's friendship is the coolest thing ever

Yeah it's pretty great, and Scott retaining those memories for the shift into an intergenerational friendship is just 👌. It is a little disappointing to let that connection fall by the wayside in From The Ashes - in fact Scott hasn't been around for most of Kamala's exploration of mutant culture and identity. Fair enough in Fall of X - dude was a POW of ORCHIS, and while they're doing different things right now - paramilitary shit for Scott and youth/community focus for Kamala, I do wish they kept in touch. A lot of mutants with close relationships aren't talking to each other, so it's not just them, but it is a shame.

@kalinara wrote some insightful analysis on Scott in the Champions enjoying the pressure of being allowed to relax which I definitely recommend reading. Some highlights below the cut.

This is a sweet moment that really highlights the messed up dynamic this young man has. It doesn't make Xavier look very good in retrospect. Scott was always the private angsty one - but it didn't have to define him. He opens up pretty quickly when he's around putative equals without being crushed by more pressure than any teen should have to deal with.

This was a surprising, but well earned payoff on that relationship. The Champions are on the run from a Roxxon plot masquerading as protecting teen heroes - the ironically named Kamala's Law. Viv Vision is snitching on their location and they're trapped in a treehouse so they go for a blaze of glory maneuver. Surprise! Their ~30 year old teammate arrives to bail them out with the diplomatic might of Krakoa and some fancy footwork.

The Quiet Council was not especially helpful with this situation. Not allowing humans on Krakoa (mostly) is the policy, and that goes double for minors as it opens a whole can of worms. Nevertheless, Cyke puts his weight behind it and threatens war, spooking the field agents. Him calling Kamala 'Double M' is both cute and dorky as hell and arriving with a complete extraction plan is so very Cyclops.

This bozo senator doesn't want to fold, but he doesn't really have a choice. Nobody wants to poke the sleeping dragon just yet, and they don't have the authority to. Good thing too, because this is a bluff. Scott knows what his public reputation is - it wasn't that long ago he was talking revolution and going to war with SHIELD. I don't think anyone believes it's a serious threat of war, but they don't want to find out or more importantly jeopardize their economic relationship.

So it's not really Krakoa that's bailing The Champions out - it's Scott and whoever he could convince to help him. They can't go to Krakoa so they take advantage of maritime law and offer refuge on The Marauder. Storm and Kate are Council members, but they're acting as individuals here and putting their clout behind it. This highlights a weakness of the Quiet Council - if people have the social capital or hard power to ignore their edicts, they can and will.

So cute that Scott digs up his old Champions uniform. For old times sake (that's probably less than a year for the kids, lol.) Riri Williams is squeeing over Storm while Scott and Kamals revisit their bond. It's wholesome shit and I love it.

[starhoppin]

pick a picture; how does your crush feel about you?

pile 1 -> pile 2 -> pile 3

disclaimer; this is a general reading! these messages may not fit everyone. please take what resonates and leave the rest.

「 pile one 」

justice (cb: two of cups rv, seven of swords), eight of pentacles (cb: six of cups, wheel of fortune rv), the high priestess rv (cb: queen of swords, three of pentacles)

they feel like there is a disconnect or imbalance in your connection. you might feel as though they're keeping secrets from you, but it looks like they're simply feeling overwhelmed with their responsibilities at the moment. i believe that it's only a matter of time before they come forward and explain their recent behavior. this person wants to work on a relationship with you, but they seem to be holding themselves back. past romantic experiences and/or a negative mindset may be causing this person to feel as though they have bad luck when it comes to love. consequently, they seem hesitant to share their feelings since they're concerned about past cycles repeating. they're feeling confused and disconnected from their intuition. you may not be very expressive with your feelings towards them, and that is causing their hesitancy. they're concerned about whether you'll accept them or not if they come forward with an offer. also, when i was reading, i heard the song burnin' up by the jonas brothers, specifically the opening lyrics "i'm hot, you're cold." that song may resonate with some of you.

[potential initials] J, P, Q, E, U, W

[potential zodiac signs] leo, aries, cancer

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「 pile two 」

knight of pentacles (cb: the devil, knight of wands), page of swords (cb: nine of wands, the fool rv), the emperor (cb: three of cups, the moon, the tower)

this person is working on making you an offer. both the knight of pentacles and the knight of wands appeared so it looks like this person is presenting them as a calm and patient suitor, but i think this person is fighting the urge to just rush into a relationship with you. you may be like an obsession for this person (i'm not seeing it in a negative manner), but they have to tamp down their impulses when it comes to you. you make this person feel reckless. your crush may have had a habit of rushing into relationships in the past and it didn't end well. they don't want that to happen with you. they could be observing you from afar, purposefully keeping their distance and slowly getting to know you better as they work on themselves. this person wants a traditional relationship with you; however, they may be concerned about how they should approach you. because of their passion, they're worried that they'll come in hot and heavy and potentially scare you off. you might actually be friends with this person. it seems as though they feel like they have everything to lose if things don't work in their favor; if they confess and you reject them, they're not only losing you as a romantic partner, but they'll also ruin your friendship.

[potential initials] G, R, J, I, S oddly specific message for someone: as i was pulling these initials, i heard the name "riri." that might be a nickname for you or your person.

[potential zodiac signs] libra, aquarius, scorpio, taurus

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「 pile three 」

the star rv (cb: ten of swords rv, page of wands), the world (cb: eight swords, five of wands rv), two of cups rv (cb: the high priestess rv, ten of wands)

your crush is feeling a bit hopeless regarding your connection. as i was shuffling, i heard the song 1000 times by sara bareilles - i highly recommend you listen to it. the lyrics that stuck out to me were in the first verse "back of the room, looking at you. counting the steps between us" and "in another life, my teeth and tongue. speak aloud what until now i've only sung." something has occurred between you that has caused them a lot of pain. it feels like this person wants to be courageous and pursue something with you, but something is holding them back from taking this leap and confessing. they feel like they no longer have access to you in some way. this person seems to be trapped by this mindset. they feel as though they're biting their tongue and staying silent to prevent an argument or conflict between you two. because of their perception of your connection, this person may be actively trying to repress their feelings but it's taking a huge mental toll on them. they feel like if they can just pretend they don't have feelings for you, they'll no longer feel burdened.

[potential initials] B, J, T, U, R

[potential zodiac signs] cancer, capricorn, virgo, aquarius

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tarot deck used in this reading: cirque du tarot

[pinksugarscrub]

Guts

Hobie Brown x fem! spider! reader

Event by @the-kr8tor and banners by @the-shroom-garden

Thank you @hyperfix-wip! (beta reader) you know how excited I was to finally finish

Can you tell I like Olivia Rodrigo yet? Thanks to my little brother for forcing having me to listen to her music 💜

word count: 1,770

parts: 1, 2

cw: cursing, suggestive comment from Peter, and simping

~

Tap, tap, tap

Tap, tap, tap

“Oi mate-” Hobie’s foot tapping falters as he turns around.

“You look bloody fit,” Ned groans. Draped over the edge of Hobie’s bed bored out of his mind. “Will you get out of here? You’ve only got ten minutes.”

Hobie’s shoulders sink as he glances at himself in the mirror again. His fingers running over the leather of his jacket. A plush lining to keep him warm after your persistent warnings about New York Autumn.

“Oh mate…” Ned’s expression falters as he turns to lay on his stomach. “You’re really worried about this.”

Hobie swallows as he tears his gaze away from his reflection. “No shit.”

Now Hobie knows tonight is nothing more than a casual dinner. It really isn’t anything special. Just pie and more pie and oh wait, more pie. But it’s also the first time he’ll meet your family and the encounter feels more like an indoctrination than an introduction.

He wants to make a good impression and when did he become the kind of person to care about impressions? It’s just that these people care about you and you care about them ten fold. If he fucks it up with them will he even have a chance with you? 

Hobie can see you smile in the back of his mind. He doesn’t feel good enough for you but he also doesn’t want anyone else to have you either. Doesn’t that sound egregious.

He wants to hear you sing. He really does and he’s somewhat terrified the moment he does he’s going to fall deeper in love with you. 

He really wants to be there for every wonderful moment the way you’ve been there for him. There isn’t a show you’ve missed or a song you haven’t listened to that he’s recommended. Hobie wants to be by your side and the feeling is as suffocating as it is satisfying. He didn’t even know you played until he caught you fiddling with his guitar. 

Is it weird he wants to hold you in his lap while you strum a few chords? Sing to him like his own personal songbird.

Damn he was whipped.

“Listen, Hobs.” Ned’s hand clasps his shoulder. He softens his voice too to a tone only reserved for moments much like this one. “You’ve got to trust her.”

Trust her? With what? His unyielding affection and admiration.

“If it’s meant to be it’ll work out.” Ned bites his tongue. Unsure if he’s said the right or the wrong thing. 

Hobie sighs and finally turns to Ned. A half hearted smile on his lips as he pats his hand. “I know but…”

“Doesn’t make waiting any less shitty?” Ned replies. A weak laugh escaped him. 

“Yeah,” Hobie chuckles. Wrapping his arms around Ned and becoming dead weight. 

“Want me to go with you?” Ned shifts Hobie in his arms to keep the two of them from collapsing. 

“Nah, I couldn’t ask you to do that for me.” 

“You’re not asking, I'm telling.”

Their flat goes quiet and Ned knows Hobie is seriously debating the idea so without much thought he drags him along on his way to his room next door. 

“Is it a shithole? Because I don’t want to lose my good chucks.” 

“It’s a good part of town,” Hobie mumbles. Face hot as his nerves finally seem to settle. “Thanks Neddy.”

“Shut up and get off,” Ned huffs. Snatching his favorite jumper and searching for a pair of jeans. 

“Really mate-” Hobie slowly grins as Ned shoves him off. It deters him none as he makes obnoxious kissing noises. “You’re the best.”

“Bloody back off!” Ned chokes on a laugh. “These lips aren’t for you, you little shit.”

“Promise I’ll make it up to your date.”

“I don’t want you anywhere near Riri.”

Ned cringes as soon as the words leave his lips. Well, fuck.

“Riri!?” 

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The venue is loud. Not burst your eardrums loud which Ned agrees with, but definitely loud. 

“Are you sure we’re in the right place mate?” Ned scans the room before shrugging. “Looks like a regular old pub to me.”

“It’s a different kind of show.”

“Really? Different how?”

Hobie doesn’t know. You were so nervous when you asked him to your show he couldn’t bring himself to pull it out of you.

“Guess we’ll have to find out-”

A quiet buzz forms from the back of his neck down his spine. Subtly he turns his head. 

“I’m too old for this.”

“Oh please, we’re in our late twenties.”

“Early thirties,” someone else corrects.

They look familiar but he can’t quite place them until one person from the group catches his eye. It’s your MJ.

“Oh, hey! I’d recognize you anywhere.” She grins as she leaves behind who he now knows to be Peter Parker and Harry Osborn. “You must be Hobie.”

 Hobie’s hands suddenly feel sweaty. “Yeah, pleasure to meet you miss.”

Ned looks over at him flabbergasted but doesn’t say a word. Only makes a twirling motion with his finger and silently mouths ‘whipped’.

Hobie glares, prepared to give him the greatest beat down of the century until Peter and Harry finally seem to catch up. Then he’s all smiles and polite laughter.

“Babe you totally ditched us b— woah, hello sailor.”

MJ sighs while pinching the bridge of her nose. Way to make a good impression, she thinks.

Peter leans in close to her ear. “I see the appeal.”

“We…we can still hear you,” Ned interjects. Perplexed as he turns to Hobie. “They do know that right?”

“Hey, Hobie right?” Harry smiles. Pushing past Peter with a much softer tone to his voice. “Our girl has told us so much about you. You must be…?”

“Ned, Leeds.” Now Ned feels like quaking in his boots and he’s not even the one needing moral support.

“Ned, ah, I’m glad you could make it.” He nods toward the stage. “Should be starting any minute. Mind if we join you?”

Hobie yelps before nodding and letting out a hurried, “yes of course.”

“Great.”

Hobie thinks Harry’s turned away for his benefit. He takes the opportunity and rubs his side. 

“Did you really have to hit me that hard?” He hisses.

“Nah, I just enjoy torturing you.”

“You little-”

“So, are you two excited?” MJ chirps back in. “You’re the first friend I think she’s ever invited to one of her shows.”

That gives Hobie pause. “How come?”

“Oh well she’s always kept to herself. Society's been good for her. I trust you’re looking out?” 

Hobie nods, “I’m taking care of her, I promise.”

MJ smiles and nods in return. “Good.”

“Looks like it’s just us.” Peter wraps his arm around MJ’s shoulder. Eyes on his phone. “Junior just texted her other friends will meet us at F.E.A.S.T. after the show.”

“So it’s just Hobs she invited?” Ned asks. Not even hiding his cheshire grin.

Peter immediately matches his energy. A cheeky grin on his lips. “Just him.”

The butterflies in Hobie’s stomach grow worse. So much worse. Then the lights shut off and cheers erupt.

To be completely frank, Hobie doesn’t pay a lick of attention to the bands on stage. He’s just waiting for a glimpse of you. 

Time doesn’t feel fast enough but when he hears your voice, he wishes he could stop it.

“Is everyone enjoying the show!” 

The cheers grow even louder and your laugh, god his heart tightens in his chest.

“Wonderful! Well, I have the honor of closing tonight so I’m pleased to introduce The Mary Janes!”

Goosebumps break out on his skin the moment the guitar riff echoes into the area. It’s the exhilarating feeling he gets from playing with Ned and the others. Listening to music with you in your car, talking nonsense all at once.

Driving on the right-side road

He says I’m pretty wearin’ his clothes

And he’s got hands that-

Wait, was this song about him?

Feet on the dashboard, he's like a poem I wish I wrote

I wish I wrote

Please be about him.

And he laughs at all my jokes

And he says I'm so American

Oh, God, it's just not fair of him

To make me feel this much

His heart skips a beat when you lock eyes with him. There’s a slight falter in your voice but you push through. Smiling at him as sweat builds up on your skin.

I'd go anywhere he goes

And he says I'm so American

Oh, God, I'm gonna marry him

If he keeps this shit up

I might just be in love

God, I'm so boring, and I'm so rude

Can't have a conversation if it's not all about you

The way you dress, and the books you read

I really love my bed, but, man, it's hard to sleep when he's with me

When he's with me

Yeah, he’s kissing you tonight

I apologize if it's a little too much, just a little too soon

But if the conversation ever were to come up

I don't wanna assume this stuff

But ain't it love?

I think I'm in love

Shit he wants to kiss you now.

The final chords ring out and the screams have been loudest out of the whole night. 

As soon as you’re out of sight he looks to Ned and Ned laughs. With a shove he points his best friend into the direction he’s sure the backstage is in.

“Go get em’ tiger!” MJ yells.

“Please keep the tongue to a minimum!” Peter cries.

The pounding of his heart and the smack of his boots on the floor are all he can hear. Skidding to a stop he slips through a door with a taped over sign.

He spouts apologies and jumps over drum kits until he barrels into you or, you barrel into him. You’ve really got to watch where you’re going.

“Hobie-!” You feel dizzy after the clumsy collision of limbs. “What are you doing back here?”

“Was that for me?” He asks out of breath.

You blink as you finally register his presence. A shy smile makes its way onto your face. 

“If it was?”

“If it was?” He laughs. “You’re such a cheeky little thing.”

“Hey! I’m-”

The words die on your tongue as he crashes his lips onto yours. His hands moving from your shoulders to your face. Gently caressing the skin there.

“Yeah.” You answer when you part. Dizzy for a whole different reason. “It was for you.”

Hobie laughs again.

“Well what are you waiting for?” You sigh. “Kiss me again.”

So he does.

I had so much fun participating and hope we can continue to have this mass collaboration moving forward. You all did wonderfully and if I haven't gotten to your work I hope to do so soon. Well done everyone! 🫶

[dailyjpop]

RiRiE - i like the word goodbye

[princessrella]

GET THE LOOK: 90s Fine; The Egyptian

The Egyptian; Jana El Alfy

if you are just now tuning in on the international buzz of women's college basketball, you should get to know one of the most underrated players in the nation; jana el alfy. as the 6'5 center to the reigning ncaa champions, jana is as tall as dwyane "the rock" johnson. yes, i, too, was shocked when i learned that.

anyway, you're probably wondering why im starting with jana; other than her severe condition of prettygirlism, i also really like jana's style. from visuals to her fits, it's not difficult to picture her as the 90s cool girl we save to our pinterest boards.

a. them fits!!

i. clean cut and simple

jana keeps things pretty simple when in uniform. if shes not wearing just the uniform, shes paired it with leg sleeves and lower leg supports on her left. this might be related to the injury she sustained during her freshman year. either way, this stays true to her style of simplicity and minimalism.

rella tip: if you're interested in emulating jana's style and essence, stick to minimal accessories.

ii. feminine touch

one of the things i noticed about jana's style, as i deepdived the web for pics of 'em, is that she always has some sort of uniqueness to her outfit. often times, its a hint of girly, even if everything else is sporty chic. on the left, her shirt is more fitted and delicately cut with a flattering u-neckline. on the right is a soft sweater that complimented her bouncy curls.

rella tip: casual or not, always make sure you curate your clothes to yourself. your personality should shine through even in a white shirt.

iii its giving lux

(these are crumbs but whatever)

jana, by far, has the most elegant style out of the team. while she does follow trends, i dont often see her in the same graphic shirts and bomber jackets they sport. paired with her accesories, jana gives off the foreign student baddie that probably smells like a rich vanilla perfume. her tops are often dressy, paired with a simple skirt or, in these cases, nicely fitting slacks.

don't get me wrong, college girl jana wears jeans and tshirts but, i just think she goes the extra mile to give it a little oomph that oozes a luxurious, more put-together feel to her outfits. she wouldn't look out of place in a gossip girl episode. but still, she rocks those sweats and slides when she can.

b. hair

i. game day

i dont really have much to say about her game-day hair, its usally just a high pony or mid pony. im not sure if i've seen her play in the bun. i think she just puts it up post-game. still, this is on brand for jana. its simple, clean and classic.

ii. off the court

i dont really know if miss pretty has naturally straight or curly hair but in pictures of her at parties and when she's out, her hair is still giving clean and sleek. she still rocks her slick back and had bangs??!! gorgeous. shes the only player on the team, besides caroline, that doesnt really wear braids and such. her hair is usually down if its not slicked back.

curly haired jana! now to my 2 favorite aspects of jana's style; jewelry and makeup!

c. makeup

yall im sorry for spamming that picture but its just so perfect. jana has absolutely nailed the toasty, coffee brown makeup. im not sure if she's wearing any in the middle, shes just gorgeous there. face card always swipes. her makeup reminds me of sade adu, just warm and enhances the features perfectly.

the makeup is actually very similar to my own, probably why i adore it so much. its definitely a look you should bookmark for the summer. i recommend this tutorial to get the look;

definitely tweak it a little to match your drift but this is pretty close. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmZFH9DSgXY

the premise of her makeup is fairly simple too,

i. dewy skin (light foundation, skin illuminator)

ii. rosy cheeks (blush)

obviously i dont know which blush she uses but here are some similar shades; riri/raizin standards from fenty, big diva energy/plush pepper from mac, and rose flush from maybelline!

iii. natural brows and lashes

i dont think she uses fake lashes or gets extensions, to be honest. she probably uses mascara and a curler. some recos; telescopic from loreal, hypercurl from maybelline and kill lash from clio. iv. glossy lips

i dont see her with matte lips and her gloss doesn't really have color. even if it does, i think its a very translucent light pink. recos; elf lip oil, covergirl yummy glow, fenty bomb gloss

d. accessories

my absolute favorite part of jana's style. i was only able to find a few pictures but they were all so cute! i. jewelry

she definitely has more pictures in jewelry but these ones were the best. she has pictures of her with a gold necklace too. these pieces definitely add some character to her style. it helps too since her outfits are so simple and down stated.

you'll notice that she doesn't wear alot of patterns too in her clothes so the pop of gold is often very noticeable. the gold earrings and the gold necklace are overall very dainty and just suit the classic, luxurious feel of her aesthetic.

think, girl next door but with a twist.

also, she loves that blue necklace. she has like, 3 pictures of it on and that's from skimming the web. its definitely a nice pop of color, different from the classic pieces. the shade of blue is also very unique. its very on theme since i did mention that she always finds a way to include a one-of-a-kind item or piece in her outfits.

iii. shades (but no shade)

ON MY MOMMA, this girl always has shades on. even in them darkass parties. there's more of her on my pinterest board, so many on pinterest, i just couldn't put them on here cuz there's so much.

i definitely love the silver-frame ones, i saw it alot of her pictures. it adds an edgy look to her otherwise casual and/or feminine outfits. peep the picture on the left, jana's wearing the same blue necklace, i love!!! and on the right is yet another dressy top paired with slacks. love the classic!

and that's all, folks!

if you're interested in copping the chic egyptian baddie's style, give this guide a heart. i had so much fun making it thats for sure. i hope you had as much fun reading it.

till the next 💋

[hobiebrownismygod]

StreetKid!Hobie x Fem!Reader

I recommend you read Part 1 HERE so you understand the story better <3

I posted these earlier on wattpad, the link is in my pinned post

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Hobie's POV

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RINGGGGGGGGG

W H A C K

CRASH

Hobie opened one eye and groaned at the sight, his alarm clock shattered on the floor. 5th one this month. It wasn't his fault that he kept accidentally breaking them. The loud noises just always triggered his reflexes so this wasn't the first time he'd broken his clock on accident and it definitely wouldn't be the last.

He sat up, shaking his head and groaning, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes as he looked around, sight adjusting the bright light seeping in through the window. Well, it wasn't really a window. More of a large crack in the wall of the abandoned warehouse he was squatting in, but it functioned like a window.

He stood up right as the door opened, stretching his arms and back out before he greeted Riri Williams, his roommate and fellow superhero. "Mornin'"

She nodded at him in response, fidgeting with her watch in an attempt to show Hobie something. Suddenly, it made a beep noise and a small map appeared which she promptly shoved in Hobie's face. "Here's the route Karl said we should take."

"Huh?" Hobie looked at the map and then back at her, still half-asleep. "Wot route?"

Riri blinked. "The route? For the riot today?" Hobie blinked.

Silence.

"Oh! That riot! Yeah, sounds good Ri'" He said, smacking his forehead as he remembered what they'd planned yesterday. In his defense, he hadn't really been paying attention to what they'd been talking about. He'd been preoccupied thinking about other things. Thinking about her.

The girl he'd met exactly 9 years ago. He remembered the date perfectly. December 24rd, the day before Christmas morning. The streets had been full of people shopping and laughing, spreading Christmas spirit. At least, they spread Christmas spirit among themselves. Hobie definitely wasn't on the receiving end of this morale boost that day. Until of course, he met her.

The girl that'd given him her jacket and sent him towards F.E.A.S.T. shelter. The girl who looked like an angel and had a smile like one, with flowy hair and gorgeous eyes. The girl who helped him up, pointed him in the right direction and given him a kiss on the cheek on one of his darker days. He'd been on the brink of starvation and she'd saved his life without a second thought.

But he never saw her again.

"Dunce." Riri replied, zooming into the map. Her harsh words snapped him out of his trance and he rolled his eyes at her, peering at the watch's image. "Right then. Let's grab Karl and Kamala and figure this whole plan thing ou'"

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Two hours later - Hobie's Canal Boat/Headquarters

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"Alright gang, today is the day Osborne's right-hand-man, Captain Stacy, 's daughter comes back from her posh boarding school! They're having some sort of fancy ball in one of Osborne's mansions for it and that's where we strike!" Kamala Khan slammed down her mini figure onto the map Riri had printed out for them to use. "Sound good?" She asked, looking amongst the squad.

Karl nodded. "The rioters will start off in front of the house and after a little bit we'll let them in. Maybe even web up a couple of cops, eh Hobes?" Karl asked, nudging Hobie's side.

"Huh?" Hobie stuttered, standing up straight, his arms falling to his sides. "Uh. Yea, sure." He said quickly, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Man, what's going on with you? Something up?" Karl asked, leaning in towards him slightly, as if inspecting whether or not he was sick.

"No, no. Nothin's up."

"You gotta keep your head in the game, 'Bie." Riri shook her head at him before putting her own mini figure down onto the map. "I'll turn off the security cameras."

"I'll lead the crowd." Karl added, gently putting down his figurine.

Kamala put her elbow on top of Hobie's shoulder, which was fairly difficult considering how tall he was, and grinned at the group. "And the two of us'll deal with the insiders!"

Hobie looked down at the map and smiled, placing his own figurine down. "Kamala'll take care of the pigs doing security. I'll take care of the ones inside the ball"

"Wait." Karl looked at Kamala and Hobie curiously. "There's gonna be a lot of civilians. One of you is gonna have to take care of them too."

Kamala groaned, "All those civilians are fascists too. Besides, it's not like the riot is gonna turn violent."

"Unless Osborne gets violent first" Hobie added, a thoughtful look appearing on his face. "Y'know what? I'll take care of the civilians then. But I'm not gonna put m'whole focus on 'em, aye?"

The three nodded at him.

"So, Hobes..." Karl asked, his tone sounding slightly more somber. "You gonna be okay if those symbiotes are there?"

"Yeah..." Riri added, glancing at Hobie nervously. "I mean last time...you didn't really take them very well."

"I'll be fine." Hobie said quietly, giving them a glance that said I know what I'm doing. "Last time was a freak acciden'. Nothing more." During a riot only a few weeks ago, Hobie had been fighting Osborne's goons as per usual, when a new type of bad guy showed up. They called it a symbiote.

Hobie had known about Osborne finding some sort of weapon that he was planning on using for his military, but the gang had never expected it to be so...weird. It was like it had a mind of its own. The V.E.N.O.M., Oscorp's name for it, was a kind of gooey substance that would engulf its host, using and protecting their body while they fought.

These symbiotes were notoriously hard to kill. Hobie had run out of webs at some point during that riot and had been cornered by multiple of them, only barely escaping thanks to Kamala and her shapeshifting powers, which she'd used to pull Hobie out of the situation and shield him while he fixed his webshooters.

"Fine." Riri said, taking the map of the mansion off the table and folding it up. "Let's head out."

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Your POV

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"Harry!" You exclaimed as you practically collapsed in the young man's arms, pulling him into a hug. "Hi-" he gasped out, struggling to breathe as you squeezed him with all your might.

It'd been nearly two years since you'd seen Harry, your best friend, and four since you'd been back in London. In those couple years, you'd been at a boarding school situated in France, which many of the higher-class girls went in their teenage years in order to learn how to become 'proper ladies' as they called them.

At first, it'd felt like a waste of time to you, but over time you'd made many friends at that school and now that you were returning, you couldn't help but feel a little sad to leave. But this sadness was quickly eliminated by the sight of your best friend and the beautiful city.

Although beautiful was definitely an overstatement. In fact, the city looked to be getting progressively worse, with more and more giant consumerist signs and more and more smog filling the sky that had used to be a beautiful, clear blue. You wrinkled your nose at the smell, the air filled with smoke and dust.

"Its been a while" Harry said with a smile, looking down at you, his hands shoved in his pockets. "That it has. I'm so excited to be home!" You said with a grin, following him as he led you toward the cab, pulling your suitcases for you.

London wasn't what you remembered. Even if you disregarded the changing environment and the pollution, there was still something so different about the place. Maybe it was the abundance of crime that overtook the city after Osborne's presidency. But you couldn't say anything negative about him, especially considering the fact that Norman Osborne was your father's best friend. He'd practically raised you and when you were young, most of days of the week, he and Harry would come over for dinner to eat with you and your father.

Those were the days.

But there was something even more distinct that was different about London. You didn't realize what it was until you saw him swinging through the air in the distance, followed by a flurry of flashing cop lights. Spider-Man.

Or as the higher-ups called him, Spider-Punk. Even those in France knew about him and his strange powers and his even stranger suit. There were plenty of superheroes in London, like IronHeart, a young woman who wore a suit made out of metal, Captain Anarchy, a man with an unbreakable shield and Ms. Marvel, a girl with a very flashy suit who's limbs would elongate in a way no human's ever should.

But Spider-man was definitely a fan favorite.

With his snarky attitude, those quips he'd make around thugs, the way he fought, even his style were all very popular subjects among the inhabitants of Western Europe, his cries against the fascist dictatorship Osborne had implemented in the UK even more popular.

Most called him a hero. Some called him a vigilante.

But your family? A family full of cops and businessmen? A family built on consumerism and fascism? Spider-man was a villain.

But not to you.

No, to you, Spider-man was fascinating.

You hoped you'd get to meet him eventually.

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Later that evening

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Your POV

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"Hold still, girl!"

You sucked in your breath as the maid tightened your gown even more, making it nearly impossible to breath. "I can't brea-" She began to tie up the silky lace quickly, ignoring your pleas for air. When she finished, she ran her fingers through your hair gently, moving it over your shoulders and turning you to face the mirror. "What do you think?" She asked kindly, smiling at you.

The gown was a beautiful baby blue, coming down to your ankles in a flowy manner. The neckline was shaped like a 'V' but wasn't too deep, with fluffy straps hanging onto your shoulders. "It's beautiful." You said with a smile, looking back at her before you looked at yourself in the mirror again.

Mr. Osborne had been insisting on throwing a celebration for your return to London, stating, "my son's best friend needs a proper welcome." After all, you'd been gone nearly four years and you were sure there would be plenty of people who'd want to meet you after all this time. Although it seemed Harry was more excited for this ball than you were. 

He'd always been such a rich boy, with absolutely no regard for anything that wasn't his. It wasn't his fault he was so materialistic though, it was his father's. Mr. Osborne wanted the best for his son and although you respected him for it, he would often go overboard. He never let Harry go to anything less than a well-respected private school and wouldn't even allow him to go near any middle-class neighborhoods in fear of him joining a gang or worse.

But then of course, there was plenty in London to be afraid of. If you didn't count the thugs and criminals constantly patrolling the streets, there were also villains like the Green Goblin who were out to get you. The Goblin was a particularly nasty villain who was known for his horrific bombs and grenades.

Mr. Osborne himself could be considered a villain by many. After all, he ruled London like a dictator, with an iron fist protected by his army of super-soldiers powered by organic compounds called V.E.N.O.M., designed to protect their hosts and grant them extreme levels of endurance and strength. The V.E.N.O.M. soldiers were supposed to protect the streets of London, but really they just made everything worse.

And then there were the cops. Your own father, Captain Stacy, was a cop himself but you couldn't help but dislike the force. They were all shoved into the palm Mr. Osborne's hand, eating money out of it like filthy pigs while the rest of the civilians lived in complete oblivion. Disaster after disaster struck the streets of London and the cops did nothing but add to it.

But it wasn't all bad. London had Spider-Man to protect them, right? With his gorgeous guitar, that spiky leather jacket, and that snarky attitude, he was a proper hero. 

"Harry's here!" your maid called out to you from outside your room. You grabbed your things and quickly left the room, fixing your hair in the process. Harry was standing waiting at the bottom of the steps for you while impatiently tapping his feet, wearing a sleek black suit. When he saw you, he smiled and gestured for you to come down.

"Long time no see" You said to him with a grin.

"I saw you a half hour ago." He rolled his eyes before reaching behind his back to hand you something. He pulled out a beautiful white rose, the thorns plucked off as to not prick you. You shook your head and smiled at him, taking the rose from him. "You shouldn't have."

"You're right. I should've given it to someone prettier." he quipped, giving you his hand. You took it with a scowl and the two of you walked outside towards the car waiting for you outside. You and Harry both sat in the back while the driver got ready to take you towards the function. 

"God, it's been forever since I've been to a ball."

"Oh, father's made sure to make it as grand as possible. Honestly I think he's put more time into this return than into my own birthday." He said with a groan, looking out the window as the car began to move.

You gave him a kind smile. "I'm sure thats not true."

Harry tended to get bitter whenever his father planned something for you. It was obvious that Mr. Osborne liked you more than his own son, always being willing to host your birthday parties, buy you things and just acting more like a father to you than he did to Harry. Harry hated it. He hated being put second to someone who wasn't even related to him. Although you tried your best to play it off, it became difficult at times.

"Yeah yeah." Harry said quietly, still not making eye contact with you as he looked down at his hands, fidgeting in his lap.

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Hobie's POV

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Hobie was standing on the glass top of the room where the ball would be happening, his clunky combat boots leaving marks on what had been crystal-clear before he'd arrived. This was one of Osborne's multiple mansions, each of which he used to throw different parties and get-togethers. These parties were very exclusive, only being offered to Osborne's closest friends and business partners, and Hobie knew that by having a riot here, they'd be able to hit Osborn where it hurt. Maybe even cost him a couple partners or friends. Hobie's eyes glinted slightly as he smiled to himself, thinking about just how badly he wanted Osborne broken. He was everything that was wrong with this city.

A small crackle noise came from the earpiece embedded onto his earlobe. "Y'all ready for this?" Riri's voice could be heard from the microphone. "Protestors are gathering." Karl replied.

"I'm almost there! Just give me another second" Kamala said, her voice slightly muffled. It seemed like she was running late. "Where were you?" Hobie asked, searching around for where she would come from. "Oh...nowhere." She said quickly, brushing it off. Hobie could just barely see her coming in from the distance. She enlarged her fist to help herself swing up onto the rooftop, landing with her arms out in a t-pose before giving Hobie a cocky salute. "Reporting for duty!"

Hobie snorted and rolled his eyes at her, putting his hands on his hips. "A'right soldier. Let's get this party started." He and Kamala both began their entrance, searching around the perimeter for any way to get in without being noticed. Kamala pointed to a large vent on the outside of the wall and Hobie swung toward it, pulling it open and climbing through with Kamala behind him, closing it before she followed.

The vent led them to what seemed to be an empty dressing room. Everyone else was already out at the party, enjoying themselves. Kamala bade him goodbye as she left to go take care of the cops on the outer perimeter while Hobie launched himself onto the ceiling and began to crawl towards the ball. As he left the kitchen, he tried his best to stay inconspicuous, staying above the partygoers.

There were so many people that he knew. Mainly people that he absolutely despised. He recognized Otto Octavius, a famous scientist who, although at first had been a good, kind man, had been morphed into another one of Osborne's goons after being introduced to riches that no one but Norman could offer. That was how Osborne made allies after all. He paid them.

He also recognized none other than Captain Stacy. A man who he hated with every part of his soul. The man who'd shot at him numerous times when he was doing nothing more than peacefully protesting. The man who'd killed tens of rioters and innocent civilians while preaching that he was 'London's Protector'. Pathetic.

Hobie began to pick off the many cops standing near the doorways one by one, webbing them to ceiling to shut them up while he moved on to the next one. He badly wanted to give Captain Stacy a taste of his webbing, but he was in the middle of the crowd and Hobie wouldn't have been able to grab him without getting caught. So he stuck to the smaller officers that were farther from the rest.

"I've gotten all the one's on the outer perimeter. I'm gonna go join Karl. Let us know when you're ready" Kamala's voice could be heard on the other end of the ear piece. "Yes ma'am", Hobie replied quietly, keeping his eyes on the last cop near the doorway. He shot a web towards him, quickly pulling him up and slamming him into the ceiling, webbing him up before he could say a word, or worse, fall. 

Thats when he noticed Osborne getting ready to go stand in front of the crowd, dressed in a black suit that was noticeably nicer than everyone else's. Hobie hung down from the ceiling, watching silently as Osborne walked towards the stairs and quickly walked up them, microphone in hand. "Hello everybody!" Cheers erupted from the half-drunk people at the bottom of the makeshift stage. "I hope everyone's been having a grand time!"

Hobie moved to a more discreet area in order to watch the rest of the speech. Once this was over, he'd be able to call the rest of the gang in with the rioters. "Now I'm hoping most of you know what this whole get-together was about. We're here to embrace the return of Captain George Stacy's lovely daughter from her long period of time spent in none other than the beautiful city of Paris. Everyone welcome back, Y/N Stacy!"

Y/N Stacy? Now who could that be? Hobie searched through the crowd, wondering who one of his rival's daughter could've been. And then he saw her. Long, flowy hair, her skin perfectly complimented by that beautiful dress...and those gorgeous eyes. How...? Hobie was awestruck. Could it be? That girl he'd met all those years ago. He felt his hand subconsciously go down to touch that patch on his vest where he'd sewn a piece of that jacket she'd given him all those years ago. It was her.

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Your POV

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"Thank you everybody!" You said with a smile, nodding as Mr. Osborne handed you a glass of red wine. "I'm so glad to be back! I've had a wondrous time in Paris, and I'm so excited to share it with you all!" After you gave a quick little speech and proposed a small toast, you returned to Harry who'd been waiting for you with a sly smile. 

"Did you even prepare for that?" he asked with a laugh, eyes looking over your face as you returned. "Of course not." you replied nonchalantly, taking a sip from your glass. "Load of tosh anyways, half these people are only here for the food. I don't think I recognize more than four or five faces in that crowd."

Harry chuckled. "Well at least you're paraded around. Father doesn't mind nobody knowing who I am."

"Lets not get all gloomy now, Harry." You said, patting his shoulder reassuringly. "Enjoy the night!"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna go grab more bread." He said with a shake of his head before he disappeared into the crowd, leaving you behind with your glass. You were in the process of mustering up the courage to go introduce yourself to everyone when you heard a noise from behind you.

Thwip.

You turned your head around and strained your ears to see if you could hear that noise again.

Thwip.

The box a couple feet in front of you was knocked over. You looked at it in shock for a moment before you slowly began to approach it to check what'd happened. Maybe it was an animal of some sort?

Thwip.

The noise came again, farther away this time. It was coming from the balcony a few yards away from you. Curious, you began to approach the balcony cautiously, eyes scanning over your surroundings in an attempt to see what could've been making that noise.

"Hello?" You called out quietly. The balcony was empty, as everyone else was busy talking with Mr. Osborne or eating something. As you stepped onto the balcony, you glanced over the edge for a moment. It was a calm night, the breeze just barely chilly and the stars gleaming down onto you, making your skin look like it sparkled. 

Thwip

Suddenly, it felt like something passed right by your head. What looked like a string of spiderweb had shot past your right ear and landed on the edge of the balcony, right above where your arm was leaning against. "What the-" you were cut off by another thwip noise.

This time the web was shot onto your mouth. "Mmm!" You exclaimed, trying to pull it off. Then more web was shot towards you, pinning your arms to the railing. You watched in horror as a masked figure approached you, unable to escape due to the strength of the web holding you down. 

"MmmMmMm!" You said, trying to convince him to let you out of this situation, although there was no way he'd be able to understand what you were saying.

"Calm down, darling. 'mnot gonna hurt you." His voice was deep, with a cockney accent to it. Very different from the posher accent you were used to hearing. As he stepped into the light, you felt a quiet gasp leave your mouth. Spider-man.

"mmMM?" You asked, leaning back slightly as he approached you. You flinched as he reached his hand out toward your face and you watched as he hesitated for a moment before he ripped the web off. "You-you-you" you stuttered, in shock at the man in front of you.

He stayed silent for a moment, as though he was in shock himself. "Hi. I'm Spider-man." 

"I-I know." you said your eyes locked onto the white of his mask.

He stared at you for a moment longer, obviously wanting to say something. But then he shook his head slightly and looked away, hands shoved into his vest pockets. "Are you going to kill me?" You asked, eyes wide.

"Wot?" He looked back at you, taken aback. "o'course not! I wouldn't kill a peng like you."

You looked down at your tied up hands, prompting him to do the same. "Sorry about the webs, but t'was the only way for m' to make sure you didn't run away"

You nodded, still scared out of your wits. "You don't remember me, do you? Well o'course you don't remember me, I have a bloody mask on" he said quickly, turning away from you again. "dumbass" he muttered under his breath.

"excuse me?" You asked, feeling yourself calm down a little bit. He definitely wasn't acting like he was going to kill you. "Not you!" He said quickly, putting his hands in front of him. "Just uh-hi."

You raised your eyebrow at him. He shook his head, "y'know what? Lets start over."

He made a beckoning motion with his hands and approached you again. "What do you want from me?" You asked, looking up at him. He was intimidatingly tall, probably over 6 feet tall, but he was skinny, as though he rarely ate.

"Nothing. I don't want nothing." He said, looking at you. Suddenly, you heard a small crackling noise come from his ear. He placed his palm over his ear and took a step back. "Yeah, yeah I'm ready for you. Just give me another second." He said under his breath.

"Look, listen to me, a'right? Get out of here. Before you get hurt." he told you, leaning in more. "What? Why? What's happening?" You asked, a scared feeling beginning to brew in your stomach. "It doesn't matter. Just trust me and get out of here."

The same crackling noise came from his earpiece. The eyes of his mask widened slightly and he put his hand near yours. He ripped off the web holding you against the railing and took a few steps back. "Just trust me."

You were about to ask him something when he suddenly pulled himself over the railing, leaping off towards the ground. "Wait-" You started to say, but he was already gone. 

Get out of here.

That couldn't be good. You walked back towards the crowd of people, unsure what to do. Should you warn everyone? Should you tell Mr. Osborne? Should you tell Harry?

"Hey, Y/N!" you heard a voice call your name. Harry. "Where were you? I've been searching all over for you-" You grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him closer. "Harry, we need to get out of here!"

"Woah-" he put his hand on top of yours, pulling you off of him gently. "What? What's going on?" he asked, looking down at you concernedly. "Somethings going to happen and I don't know what but I know we should leave-" you started to ramble, practically begging for him to believe you.

"Alright, alright" he said, putting his hands on your shoulders to calm you down. "I'll call up a cab. We can go."

"But everyone else-" you started to say.

The entrance doors opened abruptly. Standing in the entrance was a large group of what looked like protestors, holding signs and whatnot, slowly entering. They were led by a man in a red white and blue suit, not the Spider-man suit, but one that made him look more like a soldier. Captain Anarchy. 

It was a riot.

You were about to repeat yourself to Harry when you felt him grab your arm and start pulling you towards the exit. "We gotta get out of here" he said quickly, gently gripping your hand. As the rioters poured in, the few cops left began to try to deal with them, pulling out their guns and their batons. "Oh god I can't watch" You said under your breath, looking away as you and Harry joined the group of people scrambling towards the exit.

You caught a glimpse of Mr. Osborne, calling for backup. He looked livid.

As you were pulled along with the rest of the crowd, you could hear shouting and screaming coming from behind you. The rioters and the cops were fighting furiously, the protestors being accompanied by numerous 'superheroes' and the cops being joined by the backup Osborne had called for. V.E.N.O.M. soldiers.

When you left through the exit with Harry, the last thing you saw was one of those 'soldiers' being smacked in the face with a certain guitar, catching sight of that same flash of red and blue, that same leather vest, that same mask that had had you tied against the balcony railing before.

Your not-so-friendly neighborhood Spider-man.

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