#Uncle ben doesn't even know

[lurkinganon]

Peter parker knows the truth Spamton Value network is the best most horifying thing to exist on the internet and I'd rewatch it twice.

[stairset]

I think the portrayal of Spider-Man 2099 in Across the Spider-Verse is in-character in that aside from like Shattered Dimensions he's always been portrayed as a bit of an asshole who slips into anti-hero territory at times and generally has a "needs of the many over the needs of the few" mindset and given his specific circumstances in the movie it's not unreasonable to think he could take the actions he does. However it does kinda suck that since like 99% of moviegoers had no idea who he was before the movie came out their first impression of him is when he's in an antagonistic role and people think "antagonist" and "villain" are synonyms so now I'm gonna have to listen to people who've never read a comic saying he's a villain or isn't a real Spider-Man for the rest of time or at least until he inevitably changes his mind in the third one.

[quantumleapt]

Something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately is Sam being able to control his leaps following “Mirror Image” (knowing that he’s the one ping-ponging himself across existence, not anybody or anything else) and how much control he’d potentially have over them. I think as he gets more used to the idea, he might be able to leap at will, maybe even to certain specific dates and to certain specific events that have happened and what the ramifications of that might be...

[softgrungeprophet]

have posted about the clones' ages as they appear in the AU before but i'm going to list their multiple ages anyway because I personally find it funny.

(including Peter and Aracely as points of reference)

In the AU, by the end of 2015:

Peter is: 28 years old (born October 31st, 1987)

Aracely is: 16 years old (born August [??], 1999)

Kaine is:

technically only 6 years old ("born"/removed from tube April 1st, 2009, albeit at age 12)

physically almost exactly Peter's age, aka 28 (he reaches age 22, developmentally, on November 1st, 2009, the day after Peter's 22nd birthday)

he considers himself to be 27 (ish) years old, almost 28 by the end of the year (because his 22nd birthday happens "officially" 5 months after Peter's, on April 1st, 2010)

legally, he is only 26 (his legitimate fake ID claims his birthday is April 1st, 1989, to match the 2009 date) (he is not in on the "triplets" thing lmfao)

This does mean that Kaine is simultaneously 10 years younger, 10 years older, and 12 years older than Aracely, all at once

and that Peter is simultaneously 21 years older than Kaine (literally), 1 day older than Kaine (developmentally), 5 months older than Kaine (conceptually), and 1 and a half years older than Kaine (legally).

and by the end of 2015, Ben is:

technically 5 years old ("born"/removed October 14th, 2010, technically at age 20)

physically 27 and a half ish (but doesn't know; why would he know that? he was raised to believe he was Peter. He doesn't know what his rapid-aging timeline was like (significantly slowed down compared to Kaine's) even after he learns who he really is, and thus—)

conceptualizes himself as, and is legally exactly Peter's age, aka 28 years old by the end of October, 2015 (in an official capacity he and Peter both pretend that the three of them including Kaine are triplets)

So in Ben's case, he's a year and a half younger than Kaine in a literal sense as well as 23 years younger than Peter, but is (il)legally a year and a half older than Kaine and considers himself as such, and is physically/developmentally like four months younger than both Kaine and Peter.

And he probably jokes that he's the oldest every time he tells someone that he and Peter are twins and that he celebrates his birthday two weeks ahead of time. (Peter does not think this joke is funny)

[sciderman]

Sci in the short time Uncle Ben was around -- or even if he'd lived longer -- would he have known that Peter is Spiderman?

this is such a delight of a question! what a delightful little thought experiment. thinking about a scenario where uncle ben was still around when aunt may finds out peter is spider-man – when she finds peter's tights, when he was seventeen.

i think there's no way at all that aunt may wouldn't have told uncle ben. she definitely would have told him. i don't think uncle ben would've been observant enough to figure it out by himself, but – aunt may, she's smart. she figures it out.

may and ben have such entirely different ways of handling peter

[x]

ben's old-fashioned, a bit square (like peter), and not very well-informed. he worries a lot about peter. worries about him getting into trouble. sees his unusual behaviour, and meets it with soft concern. he doesn't understand it all, he doesn't understand the youth. but he has a desire to embrace peter and attempt to understand him. he worries about him a lot.

may - may's always been the cool parent. she's encouraging, and very easy about this sort of thing. i think she has a lot of trust in peter. maybe more than she should. she is well-informed, and smart, and she recognises behaviours in peter and kind of feels like it's nothing to worry about. she knows peter's doing all the important exploration that he needs to do, and he'll do it at his own time. she thinks peter can handle it.

(of course peter could not handle it.)

i think that's why aunt may didn't confront peter about spider-man. i think she's of the feeling that peter would come out to her when he's ready to. but - she'd definitely tell ben. and if uncle ben knew - well, oh. he would be worried out of his mind.

god bless, it would come out of such a place of concern. and he'd talk to peter. in the most awkward way a father could give his son the talk.

[spider-chris06]

Do you know why Spider-Verse Miles is my favorite Spider-Man?

He, without having a choice, had to do in two days, what took all the other Spider-Sonas in the multiverse weeks, become Spider-Man, all under the unimaginable pressure of being the successor to the previous Spider-Man of his universe, which left the bar too high, having to meet everyone else's expectations, and having to go through a tortuous journey while learning from his mentor.

Even when the spider-gang not only didn't trust him but even seemed to dislike Miles at first (Except, of course, Gwen and Peter B, who are very special cases)

And pressing him to see if he was ready and treating him like just a kid (Even Peni).

All so that he then went to his uncle, who was like a second father to him and someone who truly understood Miles, only to find out that he had always been a hitman, going so far as to almost end with the life of his nephew, until he realizes what he was about to do and... well, tragedy happens.

The death of Uncle Aaron, due to the depth and history behind it, remains the most tragic "death of Uncle Ben" in all of cinema... ever.

Miles stopped being the same since then, and even when a hurricane of emotions possessed him, he learned that no matter what, Spider-Man always gets up and keeps going, at the same time he learned to take his leap of faith. Before becoming Spider-Man he had a normal and happy life, but after being bitten by that spider his whole life fell apart, but of course, Miles is someone truly strong and full of determination thanks to the people close to him.

In two days, he surpassed almost the entire Spider-gang, and in a year and a half he become almost a professional as Spider-Man, even giving lessons to everyone else, and making it clear to Gwen and the others what truly means being Spider-Man, not standing by crossed arms while someone is in danger, but trying to do everything you can to save everyone, doing both things, even when it seems impossible, Spider-Man should always try, because everything it's possible.

At the same time that Miles felt stabbed in the back by the same people to whom he wanted to dedicate his entire future just to see them again since he felt alone and sad inside in the world without them, and, specially, without Gwen.

And let me remind something, Miles actually thinks she doesn't even love him and only sees him as a friend, but he still wants to see her

On the ATSV betrayal, he release all that hurricane of emotions that he had to swallow and accumulate inside during ITSV and during that entire year and a half for not having time for ALL those things said before, leading him to have anxiety and panic attacks (Something confirmed in the synopsis of the short "The Spider Within")

All so that they later reveal to him that he was a mistake, an anomaly, that he should never have been Spider-Man, that he killed the Peter of his universe, causing everything that gave MEANING to his life fell down in just a few minutes, leaving Miles more traumatized, mortified and with more trust issues than he already had before.

He really became one of the most tragic character of all the saga (Along with Peter B and, put it in some way, Miguel O' Hara)

And just because Miles looks with a cool and chill personality doesn't mean he's any less traumatized and mortified on the inside (An example is Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man).

Even though in the comics that nickname is only used because that is what his universe is called, in the movies, on the other hand, even though there are people on the internet who deny the fact that he is currently becoming an unstoppable phenomenon that is marking an entire generation and will mark future generations, Miles Morales proved to be, without a doubt, the Ultimate Spider-Man.

As a bonus, even though she always screwed up with everyone around her, both the living and the dead, Gwen showed that she really loves Miles and that he truly is the love of her life, however, needless to say, she has a lot of work to do in her redemption arc to be able to fix things with Miles, which will be very difficult but not impossible, even more so taking into account all the hate she received for everything that happened in ATSV.

Now she has to PROVE not only to him, but to all of us viewers, that she truly deserves to be with Miles, that they can have a life together by her own merit, and that all the hate towards her after the ATSV release it's truly unfair.

However, I have to be realistic, there are characters like Peni or even Peter B who should not be anything more than simple 'acquaintances' or 'partners' for Miles, since, with what they did, the term "Friend" It's too big for them.

In any case, Miles has the last word.

[leviscolwill]

— dad!jude bellingham headcanons !

pairing: dad!jude bellingham x fem!reader

req: could you write dad!judebellingham ml <3

note: i tried writing headcanons because i feel like my writing is very 👎👎🍅🍅🍅 at the moment, i hope you'll like it still !! reblogs are VERY appreciated since the tags are in a silly goofy mood right now #useless 😝🤪

tag list: @ceofmercedes &lt;3

it's well established on judeblr that he is a girl dad, so girl dad it is

i think he would spiral a bit over the fact that you're growing a whole human being in you

he would say random shit like “no but do you feel her legs grow ?”

and you're like 😐😐😐 of course not

but the poor boy is just clueless 😪

he would always remind you of how you're the most beautiful woman on earth, even when you're crying your eyes out because ron fell off his chess piece in the philosopher's stone

now,, i think we're all well aware he would spoil your daughter rotten

getting her new clothes or new toys whenever he passes in front of a store because “she might need it one day”

but !! he would never let her turn into a “daddy i want a squirrel” kinda girl

you would both make sure she's very well mannered because he is very aware his parents' education played a big part in who he is today

i feel like being strict wouldn't be a problem for him either

yk being the eldest in his family, he wouldn't be swayed by your girl's pleading eyes when she acts wrong

he would 100% cry on her first day of pre-school (it's the cancer in him)

and he would try to drop her / pick her up from school as much as he possibly can with training and stuff

if you speak another language, you'd learn it to your daughter and use it to talk shit about jude 🤭

“have you seen what he wore today ?” “yeah daddy's shirt is very ugly”

in my case she would say quoicoubeh to him

i feel like he'd get so frustrated and start sulking amd pouting before your daughter reassures him

okayy bc it's spooky szn rn 😋

family matching costumes !! (call it corny 😡 i do not care)

monsters, disney characters or the adams family... he'd have soooo many ideas

he'd go trick or treating just to eat all the sweets

playfights with your daughter for their girl's attention

“it's my mommy !”

“oh yeah ? but mommy liked me before, so i'm the number one in her heart”

“it's not true ! mommy tell him he's a liar”

you can only roll your eyes because he really has beef with a whole child ???

but he's just a kid himself !!

everytime she gets to see uncle jobe she's overly happy

and jude would smack the back of his head when he says a bad word

(like he's not the one to curse at home yk 🙄)

is it a bad thing i think he would secretly hope your daughter has a bad dream so she'd have a good excuse to sleep in between you both ?

because he would

just to cuddle with her

then he regrets it when she wakes him up early in the morning

when she grows up he would be soooo invested in her school's dramas

like, actually asking for updates during dinner like he's dan from gossip girl

“what do you mean ben is dating his ex's best friend ?? he's such a di... bad person”

he'd be so gassed whenever she would wear his shirt (especially at school)

like you got all these clothes but chose this particular england shirt ? 🥹🥹

(as if half her wardrobe isn't his jerseys from every club he's been at)

(+ jerseys he exchanged with other players and signed jerseys by football legends)

he would sooo show her off to his teammates

“yeah my girl knows how to read now” 😎

and show every picture of her EVER

even the embarrassing ones

100% would introduce his friends as uncles

“say hi to uncle gio” (🫠)

now hear me out bc i think it's my favourite idea

he would totally look up hairstyles tutorials for your babygirl and try them out

once he gets the hang of it, he would never stop finding new ones

and since he doesn't have a sister, he would go to his mum for advice

on hair, but also girl stuff so he can pretend he already knows it all in front of you

you'd also go to his mum to advice tho, because being a parent (especially a mum) is never easy

and she would gladly share all of them with you

when you get into fights with jude your girl would always try to make it better

“dad says he's sorry”, “mum said she's not mad anymore”

of course you both know she's lying but somehow it always works ???

so your relationship is the prime example of what she's looking for when she grows up

and she secretly hopes she gets to love her s/o just like her parents love each other (too corny now ?)

anyways jude would treat you both like his little princesses, and he's so so so grateful he gets to live a lifetime with you two

or maybe more than two who knows 🚶‍♀️

[sunny44]

What about us?

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x ex!Reader

Warnings: mentions of loneliness, sadness, breakup, co-parenting and maybe more

Summary: Where Lewis hasn't been himself lately.

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Lewis and I met when I was working in the media department at Mercedes, I wouldn't say we fell in love at first, but he was definitely the guy I loved most in my life.

But unfortunately not everything we love stays in our lives forever.

We dated for 3 years and then when 2021 came, he was so devastated that the title was taken away from him that our relationship didn’t last.

He was so out of himself that u didn’t recognized him anymore, I seem like the man I love was taken away from me when he lost that day.

So that when we decided to go in separated ways.

But 3 months after i found out that u was pregnant with our daughter and we had to get our path together again. He said to me the day I told him about my pregnancy that I saved him for making the stupidest mistake of his life because he was about to retire from formula 1.

The internet already new that we weren’t together anymore but they just discovered my pregnancy when he posted about it.

We obviously will have a connection for the rest of our lives and I am extremely happy that we manage to be in good terms or co-parenting would have been harder.

I would be lying if I said it was easy because it wasn’t, the fact that we are separated makes Harley's schedule and routine harder than would be if we were together.

Today is Harley’s 3th birthday and I’m was going crazy with everything, she wanted a formula 1 themed party and it was all thanks to her father who got her addicted to the sport.

So here I was running around my apartment to decorate everything while she was with Sebastian and his wife.

Kika is here with Pierre and the other boys helping me with the party.

Lately he was kind of absent, he obviously came to see Harley but when I tried to talk to him, Lewis answered as little as possible and my messages he didn't even answer.

I had been trying to get him to help me with her birthday but now I was worried that he wouldn't come.

I hope he is only busy now in the afternoon because I will kill him if he doesn't show up.

We live in Monaco so some of the drivers came since they are all passionate about Harley.

This includes George, Pierre, Sebastian, Charles, Carlos, Daniel, Max and Lando.

Max and Lewis were not biggest fans of each other, far from it, but Benjamin his son was best friends with Harley so we met occasionally. And above all they treated each other with respect so we had an acceptable relationship for the sake of our children.

And Lewis hated that Harley adored Uncle Max.

The party had been going on for two hours and nothing came of him, I didn't know whether to be worried or angry.

"Mommy, where's Daddy?"

"I don't know my love, he should be here soon." She agrees a little discouraged but runs to where Ben and Max were.

"Anthony do you know where Lewis is?" I asked his father who was talking to my parents.

"I don't know darling, he said he would be a little late but he would come." I sighed in frustration. "I'll try to call him."

"Thank you."

He left to try to call his son and I went off to try to concentrate on distracting Harley with play.

…

He appeared in the middle of the party and I sighed with relief when I saw him coming through the door with Angela with him, Harley ran up to her father and I was happy to see her smile.

"How nice of you to come." I hugged Angela and she smiled.

"You've done well with the decorations." She said and I thanked her. "Can I talk to you? I want to take advantage of the fact that he's distracted by her."

I looked at the two of them and Harley was talking non-stop and he was listening attentively.

"Sure." We went into the kitchen where no one was around. "Is everything all right?"

"I'm not sure, I'm a bit worried about him."

"What happened?"

"I arrived at his apartment today and everything was a mess and he was asleep on the sofa." I was surprised because he rarely slept during the day and his apartment was always spotless. "I tried to talk to him but you know how he is, Lewis doesn't open up easily but he ended up saying that he wasn't happy and that he missed you both a lot."

"But we're always here."

"I think he misses a family." I sighed because I understood his feeling. "You know that he loves you both more than anything in the world and I remember when you were together he was planning to marry you, have children and have you live in a more secluded house so that you wouldn't be swallowed up by the media but from one moment to the next his plan became just a dream."

"I understand."

"And the only thing that's kept him going over the last few years is that little girl and the fact that you're her mother because that's what's kept you in his life. But he hasn't been the same for a while."

"I've noticed that he's been acting strange lately, he doesn't talk to me directly and avoids me whenever he can."

"Because he knows that you know him like the back of your hand and that you would know what was wrong with him." She takes my hand. "I'm not telling you this because I want you to feel guilty or anything, but I wanted to ask you to talk to him and try to help him in any way you can."

"All right, I'll talk to him after the party."

...

I said goodbye to the last few people and the only ones that were still around was Max, Ben and Lewis

"Buddy it's about time we go home." He says trying to talk the boy off the trampoline.

"Not yet Daddy, wait a little longer." He says short of breath from jumping around.

"If you don't mind I can take him to your apartment later."

"All right, thanks." He said goodbye and went home.

They kept jumping on the trampoline while Lewis was inside grabbing the trash.

After 10 minutes Bem said he was tired and i asked Lewis to watch Harley while I take him to his father and when I came back I could hear them in her room.

"I've missed you so much, Daddy." She says, already lying on her bed.

"I missed you too baby bear." She smiles tiredly and closes her eyes. He kisses her forehead and stays there for a few more minutes until he sees that she's asleep.

"Hey." He smiles as soon as he sees me outside her room. "I'm sorry I couldn't help, I got caught up with some work stuff."

He was lying but I knew it was juts for me not to worry about him.

"It's okay, I sorted it out." He smiled and went back into the living room. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Maybe because I know you better than you think." He sighs. "You don't have to tell me what it is, but I want you to know that I care about you."

"It's just that everything's been a bit too much lately."

"What do you mean?"

"The constant pressure at work, the media, the fact that I'm not there for you two every day. Everything." He turns to me. "I just don't know how much I can take anymore."

"Lewis..."

"I miss you, and I miss us, I miss Harley and this feeling that I'm good at what I do has been haunting me."

"But you are good."

"Apparently not so much because I can't even stand on the podium." I sighed. "I don't expect you to understand but I don't think I want to do this anymore."

"What do you want to do then?" He looks at me. "You know that Harley and I don't care if you're a driver or not, we care about you too much to worry about whether you're still in Formula 1 or not."

"It's just that I've lived this for so long that I just wish I could be with you every day without worrying about having to catch a flight to the other side of the world."

"I understand and I'll support you in whatever you decide.

"Thank you." I sat down on the sofa and nudged him to sit next to me, which he did, resting his head on my shoulder. "You know I love you, don't you?"

"I know, I love you too."

"But I love you in a way that..."

"I know, and I love you the same way." He looks at me. "I understood what you meant from the start."

"And what does that mean for us?"

"I don't know but we don't need to find out today, we have plenty of time." He smiles and we lie down on the sofa.

Bonus scene!

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@yourusername I still can believe my baby is turning 3 years old today.

I’m so happy that I’m your mama and that I’m able to watch you grow and turn into this beautiful little girl.

I can’t imagine my life without you and I’m grateful for having you in my life.

Thank you @lewishamilton for making me a mama and for giving me the best gift anyone could ever give me.

Happy birthday sweet girl, mama loves you so much 🩵.

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Guys I have so many ideias for another chapters of Lewis being Harleys dad so if you guys want to read the next chapters let me know so I’ll tag you guys.

[pianocat939]

hearing you out on the yan pavitr

YES PLEASE- ok I'm gonna start out this new thing where I separate things for romantic + platonic so people can scroll to different sections. (I'm such a good business person- /j)

I will copy and paste some of the headcanons because they apply both ways. So don't bother reading both unless if you want to because for the most part they're the same (with some light editing)

Tw: hardly any tbh-, delusional softie, uh- and breaking in

Yandere Pavitr Prabhakar

Type: Delusional + Clingy (This is really fucking obv ngl)

Romantic

Listen- He literally gives off so much delusional that I can't even tell you why he's delusional because it's literally written all over him omg. Now, the thing he is delusional about is you love him back. It's not in a malicious way; he genuinely thinks you love him.

He's not in any sort of way problematic or concerning with his actions/intentions. He'll be all caring and constantly giving you support. He's the type of guy who wakes up at five in the morning to go buy you a bouquet of flowers to greet you with when you get up.

If you try to push him away or express that you don't love him he just believes you're a troubled person and need more support in your life. Which means more affection from him. He is your therapist. He will be whether you like it or not because he is a softie and will continue to be a softie.

The only time I can see him getting the slightest bit aggressive is if he gets jealous. I'm not entirely sure yet because we haven't seen too much of any trauma or negative backstory to him (Uncle Ben's death canon event doesn't fucking count). I think he's about a medium level when it comes to how easily he gets jealous. Even then I don't think he would outwardly hurt anyone unless they've overstepped a boundary of his. He'll give them a slight threat or tie them up in webs for a while.

Now if anyone hurts you? Bro is going crazy- he will do everything to make the person surrender or maybe even die (if they've caused him enough anger) He'll worry so much if you get hurt. I wouldn't say he would overreact, but he definitely worries.

He is physically affectionate 100%. He will sneak in your window at night for snuggles. Imagine yourself standing at your window one night, knowing he'll come. He arrives and is about to slip inside when you frown and tell him no. He is going to give you the most heartbreaking face known to mankind.

He WILL call you embarrassing/cringe affectionate names. You can't convince me he doesn't.

"Jasmine flower! Look at the stuffie I got you!" *proceeds to hold up giant elephant stuffie*

Platonic

He literally gives off so much delusional that I can't even tell you why he's delusional because it's literally written all over him omg. Now, the thing he is delusional about is he thinks you wanna be friends with him. It's not in a malicious way; he genuinely thinks you guys are besties and constantly hang out. (tbh I feel anyone would be friends with him???)

He's not in any sort of way problematic or concerning with his actions/intentions. He'll be all caring and constantly giving you support. He's the type of guy who wakes up at five in the morning to go buy you your favourite drink or line up for a limited edition product.

If you try to push him away or express that you don't wanna be friends with him, he just believes you're a troubled person and need more support in your life. Which means more affection and suggesting hangouts or giving gifts from him. He is your therapist. He will be whether you like it or not, because he is a softie and will continue to be a softie.

The only time I can see him getting the slightest bit aggressive is if he gets jealous. I'm not entirely sure yet because we haven't seen too much of any trauma or negative backstory to him (Uncle Ben's death canon event doesn't fucking count). I think he's about a medium level when it comes to how easily he gets jealous. Even then I don't think he would outwardly hurt anyone unless they've overstepped a boundary of his. He'll give them a slight threat or tie them up in webs for a while.

Now if anyone hurts you? Bro is going crazy- he will do everything to make the person surrender or maybe even die (if they've caused him enough anger) He'll worry so much if you get hurt. I wouldn't say he would overreact, but he definitely worries.

He is a clinger 100%. He will sneak in your window at night for a hug and to talk about random things (he giggles a lot). Imagine yourself standing at your window one night, knowing he'll come. He arrives and is about to slip inside when you frown and tell him no. He is going to give you the most heartbreaking face known to mankind.

He WILL call you embarrassing/cringe affectionate names. You can't convince me he doesn't. Like Pookie Bear or just cringe names to call your best friend platonically cuz it's funny.

"My rat! Look! I have- WEBS!" *proceeds to shoot webs like it's a discovery even though he's known for six months*

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That's all I got for now-

I still don't like Gwen.

- Celina

[spiderfunkz]

✧.* LADYBUG & BUGBOY.

— summary : peter realizes that he is in love with you.

— word count : 0,7k

— warnings : fluff, tiny bit of angst, fem!reader, petnames (ladybug), peter teasing reader & reader teasing peter back, childhood friends to lovers.

a/n : his brown doe eyes literally make me WANT TO SCREAMMMMMM!! he's so skrunkly, he's so pookie, he's so😭😭😭😭☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ also this is so messy sorry.

the cold autumn wind blew as leaves start to dance outside your window. you smile, flipping through the photo book titled 'y/n and peter's adventures'. you realize that you share so many memories with peter, you two basically grew up next to each other.

"ooh! how about this one? do you remember that?" you point to the picture of you and peter on halloween night. you were posing with the biggest smile on your face and peter was doing the same.

"halloween, i remember." he nodded. "was that the halloween where you cried because one house ran out of kitkats?" you asked, laughing as your mind replays the memory. peter nods again.

you kept smiling as your mind continues to replay the memories you had together. you look across your room and spot your beat-up converses, which reminded you of when peter taught you how to do bunnyloops.

you turn and look at the band poster you had up, which reminded you of when peter introduced you to it. you quietly chuckled as you remember when aunt may told peter to quiet down one afternoon because she couldn't hear the oven go 'ding!' which led to her muffins being burnt.

you continue to flip through the pages, observing each photo.

"oh my god, look!" you gasp. it was a picture of 4 year-old you kissing 4 year-old peter on the cheek, he has the biggest smile, his cheeks were red, and you could hear aunt may and uncle ben's laugh behind it.

you squint to see the small writing - it reads 'valentine's day'.

"may said you look like you were head over heels for me in this." you could recall the exact moment.

peter nods, but you don't notice that.

what you do notice is that peter has been awfully quiet this entire time.

actually,

he's been awfully quiet this entire week. you try to remember anything he has said earlier today, but nothing pops up. did you even see him in school today?

you also realize that he hasn't tried to text or call you recently. i mean, he doesn't have to do any of that. but, maybe you were just expecting something from him, you know?

"you've been acting really off recently, peter." you say, breaking the awkward silence.

he hesitates. you can tell.

you wait for his response, but he doesn't seem like he's gonna reply. so you shrug it off and continue flipping through the photo book.

"i think it's because i'm in love with you."

whatever you were expecting from him. it was not that.

you pause. "don't. joke about that."

"what? did i almost get you?" he laughs. and suddenly he's back to being peter from last week.

"that's not funny!" you throw a pillow at him.

"aww, you're blushing." peter teases. "don't rub it in now." you reply, hiding your face in the photo book.

"you're the one who won't make eye contact with me." — "yeah. 'cause you're hard to look at. especially after whatever you just pulled there."

"did you just call me ugly?"

"wow. now you're putting words in my mouth. you're manipulative too, why would i want to look at you?"

"just say you like looking at me. don't be so stubborn." he continues to tease you.

but you have to admit, he does have the prettiest eyes you have ever seen.

"how can you just say these things so easily?" you question, looking up from the photobook.

"what if i can say it because it's true?".

you blink.

"i feel so bad for gwen and harry. they must have a hard time dealing with you."

harry and gwen have been peter's closest friends since middle school, and peter's only other friends.

"you're the only one i'm like this with."

"so what? you're really in love with me?" you can't tell if this is some sick joke peter's doing, or if he's actually serious.

"absolutely. head. over. heels."

"so, you wouldn't mind if i do this?" you held his hand. "what? hold my hand? you already do that in the hallways so you wouldn't get lost."

you nod, "but you're blushing."

peter face was blank. his cheeks grew red.

"you there? you talk so confidently for someone who can't do the same things you tease me with."

"... you're. terrible."

"you were actually being serious?"

"terribly serious, ladybug."

"ladybug?"

"you'll get it."

[mayasaura]

hello!!! I come to you with a locked tomb theory question! do you have any ideas on what the "Saint of X" epithets actually refer to? Jod says they're references to the lyctors' respective cavaliers, but 1) I don't trust what this man says even a little bit, and 2) Naberius? is Awe????? Pyrrha as Duty maaybe but? Naberius???? anyway, I've been rotating Duty, Patience, Joy, and Awe in my head for a very long time, with no insight to show for it. any thoughts?

I think there's a real good chance those first three titles did refer to the cavaliers. John didn't respect them enough to let them go, but he did love them, and he must have mourned them. The titles may have been a way of trying to preserve what he saw as their best attributes. To make that their first association. Before the rage of grief, remember the joy. I can see the intent, though it doesn't seem to have worked very well for anyone who isn't John.

The Saint of Awe is a different animal altogether. I don't think the title has much to do with Naberius, mostly because.... John never met Naberius. As little as we know about poor sweet Babs, John knows less. There's nothing in Ianthe for John to mourn.

So why give her an epithet at all?? Why that epithet? He was considering it as far back as chapter 23 of Harrow the Ninth, in relation to how continually Ianthe surprises him. Come to think of it, that's quite a feat. The man is ten thousand years old. He must be hard to surprise by now. Actually. Hold on.

John was described as looking awed when he met Gideon for the first time, and associates awe with surprise. He describes Alfred as "useless, but a darling," which. Is a description you'd use for someone you needed to have patience with. And Pyrrha was always going Uncle Ben on him, reminding him of his great responsibility. All, "If you’ve got a gun learn how to aim it. This is too big for fuckups now."

...........do you think maybe the titles refer not to intrinsic traits of the cavaliers, but to what they brought out in John?

[starker-raving-mads]

For You: Part I

This is for @spiderlinging who decided this level of angst needed to exist.

Have thoughts on a follow up, unsure if I'll do it.

Edit: decided to make this multi-parted.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX

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It had been a week since the last battle with Thanos. A week since the Blipped had returned everyone, a week since Peter awoke to Dr. Strange leading him through a portal straight into battle.

A week since Tony died.

It's all Peter can think about. The only thing he can think about. Not how traumatizing two battles back to back was, not the chaos and insanity of war, not even of how happy he should be that May and Ned and MJ are actually okay.

Instead, it's Tony, Tony, Tony. His thoughts had revolved around the older man for years now, so it wasn't new. But normally it was excitement, arousal, anticipation, joy. Now, though, it's hugging him as he felt like he was being ripped apart by the Blip. The joy of finding him and being dragged to him in a fierce hug, mid-battle, the billionaire's hands running through his hair. His voice, soft and full of this sort of grieving happiness.

"Peter," he'd said, "oh god, Peter."

And finally it was Mr. Stark's face as he sat dazed against a piece of wreckage amidst the chaos. How blank his eyes were, how little of the man was left, barely hanging on.

That face haunted his dreams, the emptiness filling up his nightmares.

And now here he was, at a lake house he could've never seen Tony living in, with people around him crying and mournful. Like they'd lost a friend when Peter felt like he'd lost a limb. Like his whole heart was being shoved out onto that lake with the last part of Tony Stark he'd ever get to see. Behind him, Happy was talking quietly to Morgan, Tony's kid - Peter's goddaughter, apparently.

He never knew you could make a dead person a godparent before, but there's a lot of things Peter never knew.

Like the thing is - Peter thought he knew grief, knew loss. His parents when he was a kid, Uncle Ben just after he'd gotten his powers. These were huge, space-taking people in his soul but losing Tony? Losing Tony was worse than anything he'd ever experienced before. He felt bad about it, sometimes. Because shouldn't his family have been the ones that meant the most, hurt the most? But then again, Tony had been everything. He'd always sort of thought he loved Tony in the way someone might love an idol, like his feelings were somehow offset by hero worship and being a teenager but it was so much more than that.

It might've started off that way, but after years of knowing him, being his friend through tough times and glad ones - it morphed along the way without him really noticing it. Got deeper, got more meaningful with every lab session and every time Tony said, "Just stay the night kid, you know where your room is. Aunt Hottie doesn't need to be woken up at 3AM with you coming home anyway."

The teen thought he'd cried every ounce of pain from him in the week since the battle, but as his eyes misted up again, he turned and headed around the back of the cabin. It was empty of people on this side and he slid down in the corner where the porch extruded out of the building. Hands covering his face, barely aware of the rotting, damp leaves under him. He just needed a minute to get it together. Just one minute and he'd -

A sound of footsteps approaching, light ones, made him stand back up again and wipe his face free of tears. He knew from experience that his eyes would be a horrible red against how pale his skin was, but there was nothing to be done about it.

Around the corner came Pepper in her funeral clothes, looking at him blankly. It was clear she'd been looking for him but he couldn't figure out why. They just stared at each other for a second, neither moving, and as the moments ticked on he got increasingly uncomfortable and awkward around this powerhouse of a woman he'd never really spent time with.

"Sorry, I just needed to step away for a - "

"He did it because of you, you know," she said, voice as neutral as her face. He blinked at her.

"I'm sorry, what - ?"

"He did it for you." And there was the anger. Her face transformed with it, skin flushing a red that clashed with her hair in a way that was still, somehow, beautiful. It was easy to see why Tony picked her out of everyone. Before he could say anything, she continued. "He told me," she said, tears clouding her voice, nose stuffing up with emotion, "that he'd figured it out. Figured out how to save everyone."

She laughed and it was the most hateful sound he'd ever heard. Shaking her head, smiling in a way that said 'fed up', she said, "But I knew. I knew he didn't do it to be the savior of humanity. His ego was always big, and he was always willing to sacrifice if he thought the price was worth it." She stopped again and stared at him, face contorting.

"He saved a lot of people," Peter agreed, spidey-sense screaming at him and he didn't know why. Every hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he felt like he was being bombarded. It was nauseating.

"He didn't save people, Peter," she screeched, stomping toward him, hand fisted around a cloth handkerchief, finger pointing at his face. "Tony's ego was always enough to think he could save the world," she continued, voice as mad as a wolf's growl, "but he didn't do it for them. He did it for you." She hissed out, "He kept your picture in the kitchen and just stared at it - all the time! Stared at it like you were some missing part of him and if he just looked long enough you'd reappear." She laughed again, rolling her eyes.

Behind her, a crowd was appearing. Sam and Bucky first, eyes scoping out the situation like the heroes they were. Then Happy, peaking around. The other teenager - Harley, Peter remembered - was further back, near the trees, watching with a ducked face, riveted.

"Tony saved the universe," she agreed, voice even more watery. "But he didn't do it for them - he did it for you." She had moved forward enough now to jab her finger into his chest. "He could've killed everyone with his stupid time travel bullshit," she spat, jabbing harder. "He could've undone reality with it, he could've made it to where Morgan never existed." She sobbed and the anger started to drain from her, head bending. "But it didn't matter as long as he got you back." She sobbed again and as much as his heart was rending itself atom by atom by what she was saying, he couldn't fault her anger, her rage, her sadness.

He stepped forward and she dropped onto him, letting him hold her weight up as she continued to sob.

"He did it for you."

And Peter had never heard anything worse in his entire, fucked up existence.

How was he ever going to live with himself now, knowing this.

How?

[webslingingslasher]

hey my grandpa just passed away wondering if you could write me a comfort piece

i'm sorry friend :(

peter hasn't let you go for hours, he's kept you curled into his chest so closely the warmth is almost unbearable. almost. because the grief hurts the most.

'everything hurts.' you must've said it a hundred times, but you can't think of any other way to describe it, everything hurt and felt weighed down.

peter kisses your forehead, 'i know.' you don't know how he's kept his sanity, you're nothing but a mess. sometimes talking, sometimes crying, sometimes mad, mostly quiet.

'i'm sorry i'm such bad company. i just really didn't want to be alone.' peter plays with your hair while you slowly nudge your hand under his shirt right above his waistline. it's nothing but a comforting touch.

'it's okay.' peter's not a man of many words tonight, but for some reason you really appreciate it. you think it's because sometimes, no matter what, words mean nothing.

blinking back another round of tears, you sniffle and do anything to erase your mind. 'i know you don't really like talking about him, but, um,' you sniff again, 'do you think you could tell me about one of your favorite moments with your uncle ben?'

fingertips tap over your shoulder, 'sure.' peter's gone quiet for a moment, either trying to think of a memory or build up the courage to open the gate.

'when i was a kid i really, really liked the zoo.' you notice his words are a lot more hushed now. 'ben took me all the time, one year for christmas he bought us season passes. may went with us a few times, but it was our thing. we'd go every weekend, and i had that place memorized to the tee.' even if you can't see it, you can hear the smile in his voice.

'i could tell each one apart too, we'd come up with names and backstories. when i got older we went less and less, i mean, we'd try out the aquarium or one time when i was ten he let me drive around in an empty parking lot. but nothing was like the zoo, it was home.'

peter takes a deep breath, 'when i was fourteen we went for my birthday, and i still had just as much fun as when i was six. we walked around, we made up new names, we had lunch at this weird jungle themed cafe, and we agreed that we'd turn it into a birthday tradition. we'd go every year, no matter what.'

you know what's coming, but you wish he'd stop the story right there. you know he does too.

'that's the last time i ever went to the zoo.'

you don't know how he's not crying, you have small, sorry tears falling down your cheeks, you scrub them clean.

'you were supposed to tell a happy one.' peter tugs you closer, this time you think it's more for him. 'i did. the best moments i had with him are in the zoo, and that's where they belong. i always want that to be our place.'

it's about preserving the good moments, peter doesn't avoid the zoo because it hurts, it's because it feels good to know he's never gone without him.

it may be in bad taste, but you can sympathize.

'i'm sorry you lost your best friend.'

peter kisses your hairline, 'i'm sorry you lost yours.'

it hurts, and it will for a while, but it's really nice to have someone help store it until it's gone.

[paracosmic-murdock]

i loved the present and i love you ;; matt murdock x fem!reader

pairing: matt murdock x afab!reader

summary: your birthday isn't your favorite holiday. damn, you don't even celebrate it properly and you weren't precisely looking forward to it. however, this year you have Matt and he won't let it go unnoticed. at least you will notice.

disclaimer: this is a os from a fanfiction with multiple chapters. there's no need to read the entire fic (i wouldn't complain if you do;)), but there's a couple things you should know (no spoilers / minor spoilers):

▪︎ matt and reader met in columbia, this is a (past) academic rivals to lovers fic. ▪︎ reader is peter parker's adopted sister ▪︎ reader doesn't know about matt being daredevil (yet)

warnings/tags: shameless smut (minors dni), oral sex (r receiving), fingering, praise kink, established relationship, mention of past injuries, sad origin story (r), mention of ben parker's death, hating birthdays, but not so much anymore

word count: 2.5K

from: your forever is all that i need on ao3 - discontinued

✰ mila's paracosm (main masterlist)

The last time you happily celebrated your birthday was before your and Peter's parents died.

Your first birthday after that was spent crying in your bedroom while May and Ben tried to make you leave your room. They tried so hard, and you knew it, but there was no ounce of strength in you that could help you cross that door.

Eventually, everyone stopped trying.

You felt guilty. Ungrateful. Like the worst human on Earth. But birthdays celebrate life and you felt like you didn't have a pinch of it inside you.

However, you let Ben talk to you in this fatherly way you had missed. You would know about it because you'd had two fathers by then, and even though Ben never had children of his own, you felt like you had had three.

Ben said it was okay if you didn't want to celebrate your birthday. He said it was okay to mourn however wanted. He said it was okay to miss everyone you had lost. And he meant it, you knew.

So, for years, you and May used to bake birthday cake from the box, Ben and Peter would buy balloons and candies and it was just the four of you. That, until Ben passed away.

That's when you stopped celebrating your birthday for good, and every person who got into your life and stuck long enough to get to your birthday knew you didn't like it.

You got birthday gifts, though, and didn't really hate the thought of someone caring about you enough that would get you a present.

Still, here we are.

"Is it Y/N's birthday today?"

Peter looked at Matt. "What? Nope."

"When is it, then?" Matt frowned, catching Peter's heart jumping suddenly.

"When our parents adopted her it didn't say." he lied, expecting Matt to let it go. "Why the question?"

"I overheard her talking on the phone with someone. Said someone sent her a basket full of all her favorite candies, a gorgeous necklace, and wished her a happy birthday. She said thank you." Matt explained. "I was thinking about it and realized that we never threw her a birthday party at college, and she was great friends with the guy that hosted the best parties."

Peter shook his head. "Fine. It is her birthday, but don't talk about it. Pretend today is any normal day and we'll all be just fine."

"Why? I would really like to take her out for dinner and get her something nice." he questioned. Peter sighed.

"She was big on birthdays when she was little, but after everything that happened, she started hating them. The last of her birthdays we celebrated was before Uncle Ben died." Peter replied. "May and I always give her cute presents, she says thank you and the day goes on as if nothing had happened."

"So now I will just know it's her birthday and do nothing about it?"

"Exactly." Peter nodded. "It's for the best if you don't wanna upset her."

"But someone already gave her something and she didn't seem that mad."

"It was probably Louis or Donna. At the office, the inner circle knows. The first time they threw her a big party and she got sick right there. Y/N then told them the truth. From that moment on, they send her a gift saying nothing else, she calls them to thank them, and if she brings it up or it feels fine, they wish her a happy birthday," he told Matt. "There's only one other person who knows about it, but nothing to worry about."

Matt clicked his tongue. "It was another person."

"Please, don't do anything. She probably doesn't want to deal with that today." Peter pleaded after a long silence.

"It's fine, I won't." Matt agreed. "Are the two of you doing something today for her?"

"Nope," Peter replied. "I'm going to put on the suit and May has reading club at Mrs. Irwin's place."

"She is going to be home alone on her birthday?"

"Not really, she'll eat a bunch of candies and watch rom-coms." Peter sighed. "That's how she likes to spend her birthdays, there's really nothing wrong about it. Don't feel like you have to do something."

"Hi, sweetheart."

"Hey, there." You smiled, not that Matt could find out from the other line or anything. "How are you?"

"I'm great now that I hear your voice," Matt replied. "Miss you. You should come over."

You hummed. "We had lunch together."

"Still miss you."

"Now?" you questioned, feeling lazy because you were watching 13 going on 30 and eating chocolates and were comfortable in Matt's t-shirt you stole and pajama shorts.

"Nope, is it fine in 5 minutes?"

"How about if you come? You can join me in bed and we can cuddle, but no sex because I showered early and I don't wanna shower again."

Matt chuckled. "I don't mind if you haven't showered."

"I love it that you miss me and everything, but is something else happening?" you asked, having your own theory in mind but not wanting to test your luck. "Like, what's the occasion?"

"Well, you came over two days ago unannounced with no occasion… I thought that missing you would be enough."

"I had an occasion, I wanted sex."

"You don't want sex now?"

"I won't complain at all, but I don't wanna leave home."

Matt laughed. "But we'd have privacy here."

"Peter is staying over at Ned's and May is out on a date with someone she hasn't told me and Peter about. Don't tell Peter, though. He thinks she's at her reading club at our neighbor's."

"Okay… See you in an hour."

"See you."

"Why won't May tell you and Peter about her date?"

You snorted. "Because we were teasing her too much about it the last time. In our defense, it was Happy."

"What was happy?"

"Happy is a human male. He works for Stark. He's his driver but they're like best friends of some sort."

"His name is Happy?"

"I don't know, that's what we call him."

"And why would you annoy May because of Happy?"

"It was so weird, I'm telling you." You widened your eyes. "They're like oil and water… But he's nice."

Matt laughed. "If you say so."

You snuggled onto him and smiled. "Thanks for coming."

"You don't have anything to thank me for."

Nowadays, seeing Matt in anything other than his work suits was rare to say the least, so having him by your side in just a t-shirt and sweats as if he was going to work out was a miracle.

Your fingers started softly tracing the silhouette of his body, the tip of your fingers wandering delicately, causing goosebumps on his skin. You chuckled. "You like that?"

"What?" he asked, playing pretend. "Don't know what you mean."

You scoffed as your fingers went to his face. "You don't know? Let's see."

Then you went to his torso, going lower until you reached the hem of his t-shirt. You lifted it slightly, making him lightly whimper.

"Oh…" you muttered as your index finger ran into a prominent scar. Its length was about three quarters the one of your finger and its relief was higher than any scar you had seen before. "Is this…?"

Matt flinched as he noticed the direction you were going. "It's- uhm… really old."

Thanks to the darkness of your room and the only lightning that allowed you to barely see were the moon and the streetlights, you didn't notice that the scar was still pinkish and that he was lying. "How did you get it?"

"I was…" Matt sighed. A made up story he had built in case anyone ever saw the scars and he couldn't explain the truth to them came to his mind. He knew you deserved better than that. "lightly stabbed."

You gasped. "What?"

"Yeah, I… was trying to be the hero and got stabbed. You wouldn't want to see the other guy, though." he replied, making you laugh because you were convinced he was joking. "I didn't either but from what I heard it wasn't that cool for him."

"I wanna keep that version in my mind, so I'm allowing it."

Matt smiled and gave you a kiss. His hands touched the bare skin of your arms in a seductive kinda way. "How about we leave this one on and make this night a good one for my pretty girl, huh?"

Now you have goosebumps.

He lifted your t-shirt, drawing tender circles on your skin and delighting himself with how perfect it felt. His fingers met with your bralette, the lace fabric making him think that maybe you weren't really discarding the possibility of sex. He was completely right, and he would not fuck that up because now he had you right there for him. And he wanted you.

As a result of this growing desire, Matt slipped into the bra, stumbling with your sideboob and tracing its outline until he reached the valley between your breasts. Then, he went to your hardening nipple and circled it.

You gasped almost mutely. "I haven't showered since early in the morning, so maybe you should stop doing this to me? You know, because it-"

Matt shook his head, kissing your temple. "I don't care, sweetheart… If you don't want to, I'll stop, but don't think for a moment that I could-"

"Find me dirty? Because I am."

"You smell like you. This perfume of yours I love, although fading a little… You washed your hair this morning, so you smell like the same shampoo you've used since college. Your fingers smell like chocolate and your lips taste like chocolate and I'm certain you've eaten more in the past hour than what a human being should ingest in a week. Always the biggest sweet tooth I know. I'm not gonna lie, you've sweat today, as have I. As has everyone else on Earth. I don't care. You're perfect."

That motherfucker is going to be the death of you… Fucking man, how much you love him.

And that argument of his? Feeling that cherished, plus his caresses, plus his subtle kisses on your cheek and neck, plus everything that he makes you feel? It was a major turn on.

"Oh, there it is…" he noted in a loud moan. Matt's hand left your breasts and went south, feeling the matching lace fabric interrupt his path to your sex. "You smell so good, and you taste even better… Can- can I? Can I, sweetheart?"

You nodded impatiently, and he was even less.

As soon as he felt the motion beside him, the air shifting, he went full in.

You flinched at the sudden contact with his cold fingers, and he groaned at the sensation of your arousal meeting his eager digits… The mere reminder of how long your scent lasts on him was enough to make him hard.

Matt used his other hand to manhandle you until your back was against his front.

His fingers worked you up until you were wet enough for his finger to slide into you with such ease. "You're perfect," he muttered, his fingers following a steady rhythm of ins and outs you eagerly matched as his hips grinded urgently against your ass. "My perfect girl…, you feel so good."

"So do you," you said, your arms holding onto his strong biceps. "God, yes… Just like that, yes…"

Matt's middle finger left you empty, but then did his comeback along with his ring finger as the palm of his hand gave you that intermittent friction your clit begged for.

With endless moans escaping from your parted lips and the most desperate breathing leaving your exploited lungs indicating Matt you needed a release, as the loyal devotee of you that Matt is, he obeyed your body's wishes as if it was a command. For him it was.

And he never stopped grinding, and he came.

And you followed.

As soon as he made sure you were done, his hand abandoned your aching core and went right to his mouth, where he licked it clean.

"So good…" he whispered in bliss. Then, Matt undressed you. You let him. "My pretty girl's taste is perfect."

His mouth didn't waste any time and searched your cunt. Matt drank every residue of your arousal on its surroundings and then buried his tongue inside you.

His tongue went up and down your slit trying to collect every drop he could get, and then he swirled it on your sensitive, needy clit with the purpose of creating more and more. He was eating you out faster than you could register and it felt so goddamn good.

As if he was just told that this would be his last meal in a long time and he is only trying to eat as much as he can so the fullness lasts longer.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer. "It- it feels so good."

"Does it?" Matt moaned into you. "I'm glad… You taste way better."

A desperate gasp escaped from your lips as your orgasm felt closer and closer. "Please, don't stop."

You could swear you felt his smile down there. "I won't…"

So he didn't. His tongue only focused more on what he had learned you liked.

Your thighs held him in place and he felt lightheaded, but didn't care. Matt's hands gripped your hips and held on for dear life so you wouldn't move too far from his sinfully skilled mouth.

With distressed moans and more urgent movements and a coat of sweat and curled toes and arched back and his name on your lips like a spell, you announced how close you were.

And then that filthy explosion of sensations took over you ever so harshly that it took you a while to stop the loud whines that made sure to let many of your neighbors know that the man that entered your home a few hours ago gave you quite the session.

Everyone knows that his name is Matt and that he made you feel so good.

Neither one of you was ashamed of it, especially not Matt. He would gladly do it all night long so no one forgets who you belong to and who satisfies you that well.

He kissed you and as many times before, you tasted yourself in him.

"I gotta tell you something about today."

Matt nodded. "Peter told me."

"You aren't mad because I didn't tell you?"

"Do you think I would've done that if I were mad?" he questioned, and he could feel your incredulous glance. "Yeah, I have… Forget about that one," Matt smiled. "I'm not mad, I don't have any right to be… Peter explained everything and I understand that. Maybe someday you'll want to celebrate it and I'll be right here, alright? Meanwhile I can give you a gift like this one every year."

You snorted. "You'll just use any excuse to do that at this point."

"Oh, if it isn't the pot calling the kettle black." he mused. "Happy birthday, sweetheart. Love you."

"Thanks. I loved the present and I love you."

[crushedsweets]

It’s that time of year so I gotta ask;

What Christmas gifts do you see the Creeps getting for each other if they did or were capable of celebrating Christmas?

BEAUTIFUL ASK BEAUTIFUL ASK OK IM EXCITED. merry christmas guys :)

btw: the proxies, natalie, nina, and jack are often in contact

liu, jeff, ben, jane, sally, lulu, and ann do their own thing with their own families (or theyre undead and cant comprehend time passing.. or have nobody...etc)

GIFTS:

brian would try to get something small for a lot of the creeps (the proxies, natalie, jack, nina). candy, candles, lighters, watches, pocket knives, etc

tim might give cards but like... he'd only get brian and maybe toby a real gift, again something like cologne or whatever 'manly' shit LOL. gloves etc

toby would try to get something bigger for his friends. he's petty so he'd get tim something like socks. but he'd steal makeup for nina, a bike he would fix up and paint for natalie, CDs and tapes and stuff for jack, hoodies and hats for Kate. he'd buy brian a gag shirt every goddamn year. something with a stupid quote or ugly photo. every. year. brian eats it up everytime. also gets ben gag gifts, but really cheap ones cuz he..doesnt really use anything... but he likes to laugh

kate doesn't get anyone anything, but she like. cries really easily when she receives something. not like bawling 'OMG THANK U' but like she sniffles and has to walk away (if they don't hug her first) and then come back to say thanks. toby thinks its hilarious so he'd never leave her out even if she doesn't get him something

jack would have to ask nina and natalie if he could use their address to order gifts from amazon with his dark web money..... natalie is a safer bet, but he doesnt trust her not to open her and toby's gift, so he sends that to nina, then ninas gift to natalie, and its kind of a pain in the ass. but he's hella awkward and just outright is like 'can you guys just tell me what you want' so he'll get them exactly what they ask for. even if its kind of expensive. he makes plenty of money ...

natalie only buys stuff for toby, nina, and jack. but she'll get cards for jeff, ben, and kate. she spends a lot of time in thrift stores to get toby and nina stuff specifically for their style and size, and would even learn to do basic tailoring (like hemming) for it. she'd also paint something for/with nina, but she'd feel awkward doing it for toby. she'd get jack candles and pillows and like.. stuff to make his cabin feel/smell nice. since he can't really see it. ALSO AUDIO BOOKS FOR HIM.

nina goes all out. she's broke as fuck during november/december cuz of it. she's buying expensive jewelry, perfume/cologne, hoodies, shoes, consoles. she was fucking SPOILED growing up by her dad, and loves giving it back. one year she'd be dramatic as fuck and buy a whole ass console for kate and toby at the cabin. then realize toby and kate now wont text her back cuz theyre fucking gaming. LMFAOOOO . she'd make a ton of kandi and paint shirts and write letters and stuff.

liu would buy nina something nice, flowers and earrings and hair products and stuff. he'd mail jane+mary a card and chocolates, visit his parents graves and go see some cousins/aunts/grandparents for the holidays. he'd be out of state for the holidays, every time. he can't stand to spend the holidays alone

jane goes all out with her family too. she spends christmas eve with her family(and brings mary), aka her grandparents and aunts/uncles. she spends christmas day with mary's family. she would send liu a card back out of respect. she'd also spoil sally. sally is completely content spending christmas alone while jane goes to mary's family, but jane sets up netflix and toys and dresses and stuff for her.

sally lives with jane/mary fulltime, but she refuses to go anywhere other than the forest and jane's house. she'll draw cards for jane and mary every year and help them decorate. jane is grateful for sally, since she doesn't know if she'd have it in her to decorate without a child's joy motivating her

jeff doesnt do shit. he gets kinda depressed and hangs out with ben. might snag a card and some chocolates for natalie, MAYBE. if he's still "with" nina, he'll steal random stuff for her but not take into account her actual tastes. but him and ben just sit around and game while jeff smokes and eats hella . LOL

ann, lulu, sadie, and dina don't celebrate at all. again, they're stuck in timeloops or constant hazes, or have legitimately no interest in the holiday

extra random stuff:

nina forces kate, toby, and natalie into ice skating every year. photo booths, driving to see christmas lights.

toby tries forcing everyone to go over to jack's cabin ..cuz he doesn't wanna invite them to his LMFAOOOO. he says it's nina and brian's idea, but he's the one who sets the date and texts invites. him, jack, and natalie put together some dinner and everyone just kinda hangs out and eats.

nina decorates the fuck out of her apartment and goes to toby's cabin to put up some stuff. she hangs mistle toe and literally nobody listens to the 'rule' but she's always like "omg...kateeee...you and i just so happen to be under the mistle toe... >.<... what now..?" LMFAOOO

anyway merry christmas and happy holidays guys :) have a good day luv u

[sciderman]

Round boy + mask = square jaw

Pointy boy + mask = egg

Why?

wade's mask is masc. (hahaehehehahaeo...)

wade does a lot to mask his soft interior – he worries a lot about appearing soft.

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he's GETTING SOFT (and peter loves it. he loves when wade gets soft.)

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underneath it all, wade's soft and round. no matter how he tries to hide it.

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wade is always hiding it – to way more extreme and destructive measures than peter, actually.

it's kind of funny, wade's insistence that peter needs to be honest to himself - because wade's the poster boy. wade finds it difficult to be true to himself, because he doesn't even know which "self" is true at this point. he's constantly pretending to be someone or something else.

something that'll please others. make him more palatable. more entertaining. make the audience side with him, even if he thinks he's undeserving. fake it till you make it.

sometimes i think about how wade lost his virginity the night before he enlisted (because he was worried the guys would make fun of him if he was a virgin.)

of course they made fun of him anyway.

he doubles down - he puts on the macho air that everyone expects from him. he can be the bad boy. he can be the rugged antihero that is a total jerk but everyone loves anyway because he's the tough guy. it's why you'll never get to see what adult wade looked like pre-weapon X - you'll see wade in his teenage years - but once he enlists - that's not wade wilson. he's constantly playing a role. cool action hero, whatever'll get him the girl.

it isn't until weapon X that he's forced into a position where he can't hide anymore. everything is on his skin. plain as day, for everyone to see.

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deadpool becomes the mask wade can hide all his damage and his insecurities behind because lord knows he can't hide a thing when he's out of it. like a lobster out of his shell. he's soft, and pink and tender. he couldn't survive without that hard red shell exterior, to make him look tough.

peter's mask is also masc, but his mask is peter parker.

spider-man is kind of funny. in that – outwardly, it does look similar to deadpool's performative masculinity. he has "-man" in his name, for christ's sake - but - it's not, really. you wouldn't say spider-man is overly macho. even as much as peter insists it is - nobody buys it.

you'd definitely, by all accounts, call peter parker the more masc aligned of the two - peter wears baggy clothes, he's kind of uptight, a little bit boring - and spider-man - spider-man's downright flamboyant - from his mannerisms, his jokes, and his tights. oh, and his fluttery little web-wings. he is fruity.

spider-man, in his tiny fruity little tights: YEAH. take a look at ME, girls. this is what true manhood looks like.

you might say the confidence it grants him is what makes him macho - but i think the fun thing about peter's gender journey is his embracal that actually - confidence isn't necessarily a masculine trait, and that - actually, his gender icons (save for uncle ben) are largely confident women.

i think that's why olive is so dear to me - that peter's leaning into a confidence and self-assuredness that doesn't come from being conventionally masculine. and, in fact - peter parker might be so shy and insecure because he's trying to fit in a box that doesn't fit him.

i think spider-man is more of a playground for peter. a place where he can experiment with his gender and his sexuality and the concept of "manhood" and what it means to him.

he can explore, because the anonymity grants him less social pressure to fit in. society can despise spider-man, and yeah - it'll get him down, but the repercussions are relatively little. peter has to fit in, to survive. and, as peter parker, he's terrified of those repercussions.

peter has such a desire to explore his identity and understand himself better - but, under safe, controlled conditions - whether that's under the anonymity of his mask or... or with people, who make him feel safe.

so, spider-man is peter's outlet to be fruity without repercussions. peter's og dragsona, actually. so – lithe, and curvy. he is so shape.