#gismo

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[aldocerandaz]

El instrumento GISMO de la NASA mapea la Vía Láctea interior y ve un 'bastón de caramelo' cósmico

Una característica parecida a un bastón de caramelo aparece en el centro de esta colorida imagen compuesta de la zona central de nuestra galaxia, la Vía Láctea. Pero esto no es una confección cósmica. Se extiende por 190 años luz y forma parte de un conjunto de largas y delgadas hebras de gas ionizado llamadas filamentos que emiten ondas de radio.  Esta imagen incluye observaciones recientemente…

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[shariko]

Die geliebte Kokosnuss.

[mon-ster-chen]

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[tlgerpapl]

THERE'S NOTHING LEFT OF ME! I WANT TO BE YOU! I TEAR APART MY BODY AND DREAM OF LIVING INSIDE OF YOURS, I WANT TO BE DIFFERENT I DO NOT WANT TO LIVE IN THESE BONES ANY MORE!

[thatdeardelight]

(R): A Casual Method for Casual Art

Explore here a casual method for casual art, merely with markers and sticky notes.

In the tremendous abstract traditions of art, there lies a much-coveted method. It is a pagan phenomenon that steals all seriousness and commitment out of art and makes it buoyant, fun, and endearing as it was never meant to be by the grave, scholastic, pompous gods of art. These art gods had to hide this method in the deepest of folds of secret. Otherwise, they would neither be revered nor…

[vivwritesfics]

Horse Girl - LN4

High school sweethearts Lando and Y/N are very in love (she also happens to be Flo's best friend and they met through their yards) (any words you don't understand are probably just unimportant horsey terms dw about it) (also idk anything about flo's riding journey, so i made it mirror mine)

Lando Norris x reader

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"Flo," Y/N called as she appeared at the stable door. She had Gismo's bridle over her shoulder and her riding hat already on her head. "Think I borrow your martingale?"

Flo left her brush on her horses back and turned towards her friend. "I have conditions."

"Give them to me."

Flo held out her hand, checking things off on her fingers. "You clean it for me at the end of the week, you muck out for me tonight and we go on a hack."

Y/N let out a sigh. "I'm going out with Lando tonight," she said.

Being in a long distance relationship with an F1 driver wasn't easy. Y/N had to stay in England to take care of Gismo and Sooty while Lando was living in Monaco and travelling the world.

When Y/N could, she got somebody to look after the horses and spent a week with Lando in Monaco. When Lando could, he spent the week at Y/N's, visiting his family and watching her ride.

Y/N tried to spend as much time over the summer and winter breaks with him. But this year Y/N began competing Gismo. Lando travelled with her when he could during her competitions. He always had his camera with him, posting her on the jpg account.

Lando and Y/N had been friends for a bloody long time. When Flo started riding lessons, she was stuck behind a girl on a fat little pony that refused to do more than a walk. When their lesson activity had them riding side by side, Flo and Y/N became fast friends.

They went from a weekend lesson together to being at the yard every single day. They loaned the same horse, Y/N riding him for half of the week and Flo riding him for the other. Most of the time they'd be there on the same day, mucking out his stable together and cleaning his tack together. On Flo's day's to ride, Y/N was the one who sorted the jumps and picked up the shit.

When they were younger, when they'd spend all day at the stables, Y/N would sleep over at the Norris house. Flo lived closer to the yard so it just made sense.

Staying at the Norris house meant meeting Flo's big brother. Y/N had heard stories of him before, stories of his karting and his dreams of being in F1.

And then Y/N met Lando. He was the kind of boy who, when Y/N slept over, he wouldn't leave them alone. He was the annoying big brother that stopped by to make a comment on the film they were watching, steal some of their snacks and run off to play his PlayStation.

When they were teenagers, Y/N fifteen and Lando seventeen, things changed. He kept on with that whole annoying big brother image until he was around fifteen. And then he didn't care about teasing the girls - he was too busy winning in F3.

But at seventeen, he started to see Y/N a little differently. She was fifteen, almost sixteen when she watched him win around Silverstone. When he saw her afterwards, he saw her in a new light. Maybe it was that post win haze. But no, because the feelings didn't go away.

Lando waited two and a bit years before he made a move. He was in F2, then, waiting to take his place on the McLaren F1 team. Y/N and Flo were show jumping at the lower levels and Flo was Y/N's show groom for when she tried her hand at eventing.

Lando came up with every excuse in the book to join Y/N and Flo when they went eventing. He offered to drive the trailer for them, offered to groom and tack up Sooty for her. Of course, Lando had no idea what he was doing when it came to grooming and tacking up.

Flo was heavily judging her brother, but she let him come with them. He stood by the trailer, feeding Sooty mints while Y/N and Flo tacked up.

Before Lando entered F1, he knew he had to make his move. Y/N had agreed to help Flo with her horses for the night while she was off doing something unknown. It was November and Lando had just turned 19. It was now or never.

Lando made his way down to the stables. It was dark and freezing, the stables lit by floodlights. Y/N had mucked out Flo's horses and had moved onto hay. Her own horses hadn't yet been taken care of; she could deal with them once she was done with Flo's horses. Lando walked across the yard, trying to avoid getting mud on his shoes. "Y/N?" He called, looking from stable to stable.

Y/N emerged from a barn. She was in her black riding pants, mud splashed up the side. The mud disappeared under her coat and she wore a knitted beanie on her head. "Lando? What're you doing here?" She asked as she walked out of the barn with hay in her arms.

Lando let out a laugh when he saw the mud up her side. "Did you fall off or something?"

She let out a laugh as she threw the hay over the stable door. "Yeah, Sooty decided there was a gremlin hiding in the corner of the arena and freaked out," she answered as she bolted the stable door shut.

With Flo's horses done, Y/N started looking after her own. As she mucked out, Lando talked to her and gave Gismo attention. "So, McLaren, huh?" Y/N asked as she moved Gismo away from the stable door. "You excited?"

"You know it, baby!" Lando cheered. But his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he scratched at the back of his neck. "Are you gonna come to any of my races?"

"Yeah I'll go with Flo."

But that wasn't what Lando meant. He cleared his throat and rocked on his heels. "What if Flo doesn't go to any? Will you?"

Y/N stopped and put her broom against the stable wall. She crossed her arms over her coat and turned towards her best friends brother. "What are you trying to say, Lan?" Because there was clearly something he wasn't getting across.

Lan. He loved it. He loved when Y/N called him Lan. He somehow went even more red as he looked at her. "I want you to come to my races with me, whether Flo is there or not."

Y/N's eyes went wide. "Oh holy shit, Lan. I'd love to." She looked back at Gismo. "But I can't. Not when I've got these guys."

"Let me take you on a date then, before I go."

That was five years ago. Now, everybody was waiting for the couple to get engaged.

They were in the process of trying to move in together, but that meant Y/N moving the horses with her. Trying to find a stables just outside of Monaco that wasn't over the top expensive seemed too be an impossible task. Lando was happy to pay any amount of money to have his girlfriend and the horses there with him.

But Y/N didn't want to do that. She didn't want to have to rely on Lando to pay for everything. She was going to make it to Monaco, to be there with him, on her own.

Until then they were stuck with the odd date night whenever Lando could come back to England. If Y/N could, she paid somebody to look after Sooty and Gismo while she went to Monaco or to the odd race.

"Is he meeting you here?" Asked Flo as they walked across the stables, towards where they kept their equipment.

Y/N nodded her head. "Should get here just before I'm done with Gismo," she answered. "Pretty good timing if you ask me."

Lando was an incredibly supportive boyfriend. He had to be, with Y/N supporting his Formula One career. Whenever Lando could he came to one of her shows. No matter if she was eventing or jumping or doing dressage, Lando was watching with his camera.

Flo let out a sigh as she passed the martingale to Y/N. "You know, it might actually be nice to see him," she said as she and Y/N made their way back over to the horse.

Y/N quickly got herself and Gismo ready. She led him out to the arena and mounted. She rode him around the arena, warming him up and sending him flying over jumps as she waited for her boyfriend to appear.

Boyfriend. It had been weird saying that at first. After he and Y/N had their first date Lando was whisked away into the world of Formula One. They called a lot in that time, but it was strange. Their dynamics had changed but they weren't together yet.

It was a while before they got to have a second date.

A month after the second they had their third. That was when Lando officially asked her to be his.

That was five years ago.

As soon as Lando turned up to the stables, he knew white trainers had been a mistake. Actually, bringing such an expensive car had been a mistake. But, he got out anyway, locked it, and walked to where he knew he would find his girlfriend.

Lando was in awe every time he watched her ride. He couldn't tear her eyes away as she sent Gismo flying over the jumps, throwing her hands forward to let his neck stretch.

Lando had sat on Gismo before. He was the calmer of the two horses, the only one Y/N trusted to take care of Lando.

When Y/N finished jumping and brought Gismo back down to a trot, Lando clapped. Once upon a time he had whistled for her, but Sooty had spooked and Y/N had fallen off. Lando hadn't done it since.

"Lan!" Y/N called as she steers Gismo towards him. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," said Lando as Gismo put his head over the fence, searching him for treats. When he discovered Lando didn't have any, he resorted to getting attention instead. "Missed you as well, Gremlin."

Y/N took two minutes to cool Gismo down before she jumped off. She took him back to the stable and untacked him in record time, all while Lando watched. It was incredible watching her do the thing she loved, he realised. She must've felt the same way about him.

As soon as she was done, it was time for date night. Y/N finally managed to wrap her arms around Lando, holding him close. "You're gonna stink of horses," she said as Lando squeezed her even tighter.

"I don't care," he answered before he kissed her.

Keeping one arm around her waist, Lando walked her out to the car. Her boots were muddy on his cars interior, but Lando didn't care. She could have walked shit into his car and he wouldn't have cared.

"I brought that dress you like," Lando said. Before he'd gotten to the stables he'd stopped at Y/Ns apartment to get something for her to wear.

"You're the best, Lan," she said as she sorted the music.

I won't bore you with the details of their drive to their drive to the restaurant. Once they pulled up in the car park Y/N tried her best to get dressed in the not very spacious car, since their was no way she was getting in in her state. She combed her fingers through her hair, brushing out any hay.

"Goddamn," said Lando as she stepped out the car. Y/N slipped her hand into his and she walked in.

The restaurant was nice, rather fancy. The pair shared a candle-lit Italian dinner, with music playing softly in the background. Y/N listened eagerly as Lando spoke about his last race. "I really wish you were there, though," he muttered as he finished his dinner. "I can't wait for you to move to Monaco."

"I know, Lan. I can't wait either," she replied. They were making progress. Y/N had found a stables near enough by and it wasn't too pricy. She had a key to Lando's apartment, where she was staying for the weekend while he was away at another race.

As soon as they were finished eating, Lando asked for the bill. "No dessert?" Y/N asked with a frown. Lando loved his dessert, but today he was rushing.

"Nope," Lando answered as he paid. "My trainer would kill me."

As soon as he had paid, Lando escorted Y/N out of the restaurant. He walked her over to the car, stopping half way to do up his laces.

"Thanks for tonight, Lan," she said as she turned towards him.

But, when she did, Lando wasn't doing up his laces. He was down on one knew, an open ring box in his hand. Inside of the ring box was, well, a ring. It was simple, a band with a small stone, just the way Y/N liked it. "I know we haven't moved in together yet, but I really wanna marry you."

There was a moment where Y/N couldn't answer him. She was in complete and utter shock. The only talks of marriage had been tabloid speculation, no indicators from Lando himself. "Holy shit, Lan," she said, because that was all she could say.

It wasn't a question of whether Y/N wanted to marry him. Of course she did. She wanted that more than anything.

"Holy shit Lando Norris. Of course I'll marry you."

[imdoingsortagay]

Melina and Agatha Headcanons

warnings: NSFW and SFW headcanons are below so 18+

a/n: im on my Melina BS again might as well also with Agatha someone let me ramble about these milfs

sfw:

they love it when you're in the middle of them sleeping

Melina is an early bird while Agatha sleeps in

" Cmon honey you and me are gonna go get a workout in"

" Mel can I sleep in with Aggie 🥺🥺🥺"

Agatha can't deny your puppy eyes but Melina easily can't be convinced ( sometimes)

Learning Russian with her when Agatha is at work, with cute flashcards she claims she didn't make

You pretend to not know but her handwriting is definitely hers.

Agatha tries to teach you self-defense as a means to protect yourself when both of them aren't there with you.

Ended with one of Melina's vases almost being broken, a bad bruise on your leg and Agatha being lectured.

" Agatha! you could have hurt our sólnyshka "

" I wanted to show them some moves i learned from Wanda babe, I didn't expect y/n to not move"

Leads to Melina properly showing you some moves from back in the day ( lol )

Agatha loves teaching you witchy stuff whenever she has free time, Melina of course there to “ supervise “ even tho she’s not a fan of magic.

Both you and Melina getting distracted by Agatha’s fingers

Weekly date nights with each of of you rotating who plans it

Yours are always so chaotic

Melina’s are for the most part having to do with drinking 😭

Agatha’s are cute and soft ahhhhhh

Both are so touchy all the fucking time I stg

Girlies love language is touch

Melina loves to have you in her lap in the living room, wrap her arms around your waist and just feel you.

Agatha on the other hand loves having your head in her lap while she’s runs her fingers through your hair 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Agatha is the baker and Melina is the cook

Nsfw:

Both are switches

They’ve lived busy lives, of course they want to give up control every once in a while.

Also both are kinky mfs too soooooo the sex is always so gay and so hot and so nasty in a good way.

Melina calls you her little princess, darling or when she’s feeling mean whore, slut.

Agatha for the most part the same thing along with superstar and baby.

Melina loves going by mistress or miss

Agatha loves mommy 😩😩😩

If Melina is ever topping the both of you , she goes feral for having you eat out Agatha while she fucks your pussy.

“ look at you kitten , look so nice licking up your mommy. Cmon now, you don’t wanna be a bad girl and disappoint her huh ?”

Sex toy collection goes crazy

Especially since Melina can add so many gismos and gadgets.

Not to mention Agatha can enchant any toy with magic at any chance.

Firmly believe Melina is well kept down below while Agatha has a bush 😌 sue me

After care is the best with both of them especially after a busy night

Melina at first wasn’t used to it but Agatha slowly taught her wife 🥺🥺🥺

[jedijesi]

Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 14

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Implied Smut, Heartbreak, Little bit of Violence.

Word Count: 4K

Summary: Felicia relives her heartbreaking past with her ex, Peter Parker AKA Spider-Man. 

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

A/N: Sorry for the late update, holidays and finals have taken us hostage. Enjoy this chapter, I loved writing it! I also recommend listening to the other woman by lana del rey during flashbacks!

New York, Earth-192

Felicia and Miguel sat comfortably on the couch, pretending to be engrossed in the captivating show playing on the television as their minds wandered to the thoughts of each other's lips. She found solace in leaning against Miguel's chest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall as he breathed, a comforting and familiar rhythm that reassured her.

The playful touch of his fingers touching the silver strands. As the scenes continued on the screen, Miguel would occasionally plant tender kisses on the crown of Felicia's head, causing her heart to beat faster. Then, with a delicate touch, he would kiss her neck, leaving a trail of affectionate pecks that ignited a spark within her. Each kiss left a tingling sensation in its wake, and Felicia couldn't help but sigh contentedly.

In this intimate moment, the outside world seemed to fade away as they found comfort and love in each other's presence, even if they were doing nothing but simply watching the television. The shared silence spoke volumes about their connection.

Miguel continued his sweet assault on Felicia's neck, listening to her soft gasps and moans, until LYLA's sudden appearance jolted Miguel out of his moment with Felicia. He sighed, reluctantly pulling away from her neck, his attention shifting to the unexpected intrusion.

"What?" Miguel asked, a trace of irritation in his voice.

"I thought you wanted updates," LYLA said, crossing her arms with a no-nonsense expression.

Miguel pressed one last tender kiss to Felicia's lips. "Enjoy your show, Hermosa. I'm going to go in the other room if that's alright."

Felicia nodded and stole one last kiss. "You can go to the gallery. Its the third door down the hall." She gestures with her hand. 

With a smile, Miguel briskly made his way to Felicia's gallery. He opened the French doors, stepping into the room that held breathtaking displays of art. The walls were adorned with some of the most stunning paintings, and practically every inch of the room was covered with canvases. Miguel can’t help but shake his head and smile, imagining all of the Black Cat’s escapades. 

“Miguel.” LYLA interrupts his daydreaming to remind him of her presence. 

“Yeah, sorry, what’s going on at HQ?” Miguel asks as he walks to the desk by the window where a box of newspapers had fallen. 

“One thing has been confirmed, It’s all an inside job.” Miguel sighs, bending over to help clean the mess on the floor. “Miss Drew and I interviewed everyone that works in the Gismo production so see if anyone has been smuggling them. So far, we’ve got nothing there. A little over two months ago there were a few outages in the security cams.”

“That must have been when they retrieved enough to give to the Maggia.” Miguel ponders as he places all of the newspapers back into the box. 

LYLA continues to theorize, but Miguel becomes enchanted by the headings of the newspapers. 

FAMOUS PAINTING: THE SWING, MISSING! NEW YORK’S NEW VILLAN, BLACK CAT?

Several security guards reported a woman in a 

black suit and claws stealing the precious art.  

Miguel chuckles to himself as he looks over his shoulder to where the girl in a pink gown on a swing, hung proudly in the center of the wall. Miguel flips through several more newspapers spanning over the years. As he flips through the various years and headlines staring his Felicia, he stops on one in particular that catches his eye. 

SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT FIGHT SCORPION

Has the Black Cat changed her ways? 

“LYLA,” Miguel interrupts the AI’s train of thought. “Does Earth-192 have a Spider-Man?”

Taken back by Miguel’s random question, LYLA stops to go through the data in her codes. “Yes. Night-Spider and Spider-Man AKA Felicia Hardy and Peter Parker.” She informs. “Why do you ask?”

“She never mentioned having a Spider-Man.” His brows furrow. 

“According to my records, Peter Parker of Earth-192 sponsored Felicia throughout her training and interview process.” Wanting to know more, Miguel dives back into the box of newspapers. “Whatcha doing there, boss?” LYLA peaks over Miguel’s shoulder with suspicion.

“Just… looking.” He shrugs. 

“You sure you're allowed to do this? Might be a violation of her trust.” LYLA warns. 

“Holy shit.” He muttered as he finds exactly what he is looking for. 

SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT KISS!

New York’s favorite crime-fighting duo was spotted kissing on the Empire State Building!

SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT: NEW YORK’S FAVORITE COUPLE SAVES THE DAY AGAIN!

Spider-Man and Black Cat take down the sinister six! 

SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT PREGNANCY?

Is she bloated or pregnant? 

SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT ENGAGED?

Black Cat seen with diamond ring! Is it from cat burglar days or a special spider? 

SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT BREAK UP!

Black Cat makes it very clear that it is over!

LYLA and Miguel read each headline in shock. Slowly, Miguel places the stack back into the box, trying to take in the new information. As he takes a step back, Miguel notices a newspaper crumpled on the ground. Hesitantly, he picks it up to read the headline. 

SPIDER-MAN AND NIGHT-SPIDER: NEW YORK’S COUPLE REUNITES WITH A KISS?

After a tragic car crash, the former Black Cat was seen working with Spider-Man and sharing a passionate kiss! 

Refusing to let his scattered mind confuse the situation, Miguel grabs the box, rushing back to Felicia. 

“Felicia,” Miguel calls out, striding down the hall into the living room. 

“Yes, my spide-” Felicia’s smile fades as she recognizes the box he holds. “What are you doing with that?” Her posture straightens to attention. 

Miguel timidly sits on the couch next to Felicia, setting it down between them. “I found this.” 

She sighs, staring at the two Newspapers on the top. “SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT: NEW YORK’S FAVORITE COUPLE SAVES THE DAY AGAIN!” and “SPIDER-MAN AND NIGHT-SPIDER: NEW YORK’S COUPLE REUNITES WITH A KISS?” 

“Mí Vida.” Miguel brights Felicia out of her dark thoughts as his hand touches hers. “You can tell me.” 

“He was the guy that… kissed me that night- the first night I stayed with you.” Felicia could feel her heartache as memories began to flow filling her mind’s eye. 

“He was the asshole that kissed you!” Miguel shouted, his eyes glowing red with fury. 

Felicia nods. “Peter Parker, the man obsessed with the front page of the Daily Bugle.”

“I just don’t get it,” Miguel becomes baffled by the information. “Peter Parkers aren’t exactly known for being egotistical assholes.”

“He wasn’t always… he was my first love.” 

Freshman Year of College…

Black Cat offered a playful smile from her elevated vantage point, perched on the rooftop as she surveyed the treasures of Tiffany & Co. she planned to rob after nightfall.

"Tiffany's? Again?" Spider-Man couldn't help but express his disapproval. "Can't we fight somewhere else tonight?"

Her melodramatic gasp followed, and she placed a hand over her heart as though she'd been wounded. "I thought we were close enough not to judge each other."

Spider-Man moved closer, nimbly walking along the thin rooftop wall. "When are you going to join me on a real mission and help people?"

Black Cat met his gaze, her sultry tone curling into a teasing purr. "Whenever you decide to take me on a date."

Spider-Man chuckled at her response. "That's not fair. You never say yes."

Black Cat shrugged with a devious grin. "You haven't earned it yet, Spider."

Their flirtatious exchange took a more serious turn as Spider-Man whispered into her ear, "I thought I earned it two nights ago, but I guess I was just a booty call."

Before Black Cat could come up with a witty response, Spider-Man suddenly leaped off the building, swinging down to the street below. Concerned and curious, she hastily followed him, only to discover that he had stopped traffic to allow a family of ducks to cross safely.

It was a simple, lighthearted gesture, but it struck a chord with Felicia. She couldn't help but reconsider her goals and her plans for the night, including her intended heist at Tiffany's. Perhaps she did want to explore the Italian restaurant Spider-Man often raved about.

Junior Year of College…

Felicia's heart raced with excitement as she raced up the steps of the campus lecture hall, leaping into his arms. "Pete!”

"My precious girl," Peter replied with a tenderness in his voice. He showered his girlfriend's face with affectionate kisses as his arms wrapped tightly around her.

"I missed you," Felicia pouted, looking up through her lashes at her dashing boyfriend.

Peter couldn't help but chuckle at her infectious energy. "It's been 8 hours!" he teased, his eyes sparkling with affection as he held her close.

"8 hours is a long time to show you this!" Felicia exclaimed, pulling a newspaper out from behind her back. She bit her lip, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Daily Bugle

SPIDER-MAN AND BLACK CAT: NEW YORK’S FAVORITE COUPLE SAVES THE DAY AGAIN!

"We're New York's favorite couple!" Felicia excitedly whispered, her eyes dancing with enthusiasm as she carefully ensured they wouldn't alert other students. "We were all over international news, babe!"

Peter took the newspaper and inspected the featured photo, which captured the thrilling action of Black Cat and Spider-Man's recent battle against Vulture, Shocker, The Lizard, Sand-Man, and Green Goblin.

"Look how much you've grown, baby," he said, his voice filled with pride and love. "I'm so proud of you. I couldn't have done it without the love of my life."

With those heartfelt words, Peter passionately kissed Felicia on the steps wanting everyone to see how much he loved his Felicia.

Later that night…

"Wanna order takeout to celebrate?" Felicia asked as she playfully traced invisible doodles onto Peter's chest.

"Chinese downstairs?" Peter responded with excitement, his eyes lighting up at the idea.

"Mmhmm!" She confirmed as her fingers continued to dance along his skin.

Peter couldn't help but smile, and he gently pulled Felicia in for a sweet, lingering kiss. "I love you so much," he whispered, his words laden with warmth and devotion.

Felicia giggled her laughter like a cascade of soft chimes, and gracefully slipped out of the bed to put on some clothes. "It shouldn't take long. Why don't you set up a movie and get some drinks ready?" she suggested a playful glint in her eyes.

"Sure, baby," Peter agreed, giving Felicia a playful smack on the ass before she left their cozy studio apartment.

As he reached for his sweatpants, his phone chimed with a message, a notification that displayed a name he hadn't seen in a long time. His heart raced as he read the name, his mind racing with questions and emotions. The air in the room seemed to thicken with anticipation, casting a shadow over what had been a tranquil and affectionate moment between him and Felicia.

MJ: Hey, Tiger. It's been quite a while. I caught a glimpse of you and your girlfriend on the news, and you two were nothing short of amazing. I'd love to catch up sometime. Feel free to text me whenever you can. I've missed you <3

Peter: Hey, thanks. I'm just relieved no one got hurt. Missing you too, by the way. How's everything going?

MJ: San Francisco has been chaotic. I can't help but wish I was back home with you. ;)

Peter hesitated, his gaze fixed on his phone, before typing his next message.

Peter: How's your boyfriend?

MJ: I called it quits with him yesterday.

Peter: Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. 

MJ: Don't worry. I'm genuinely happy.

MJ: I just realized that he's nowhere near as spectacular as you, Spider-Man ;)

Peter: Haha... Thanks. You're remarkable yourself too.

MJ: I'll be moving back after college next year. Perhaps we can reconnect?

Peter: Yeah, I'd really like that.

MJ: Can't wait to catch you on the news, Tiger. ;)

Peter's fingers danced over the phone screen as he exchanged messages with MJ. The nostalgia of their conversation filled him with a mix of emotions – a bittersweet blend of longing and fond memories. He couldn't help but smile to himself, lost in the exchange of words that felt like a breath of fresh air from his past.

"Dinner!" Felicia's cheerful voice broke through his daydreams as she walked into their cozy apartment, holding two plastic bags filled with takeout. Her vibrant enthusiasm clashed with the introspective mood that had overtaken Peter. "You didn't set anything up," she remarked, her smile slightly faded, but still optimistic.

Peter quickly wiped the smile from his face, placing his phone down as he returned to the present moment. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled, the weight of his previous conversation still lingering in his mind.

"It's okay, Spider. Everything alright?" Felicia inquired, her concern evident as she placed the bags of food on the small table by the window.

Peter managed to put on a smile, though the warmth that usually danced in his eyes was absent. "Never better." 

Today…

Felicia's gaze was distant as she stared at the black and white print of the newspaper. "After that," she continued, "he became utterly fixated on the limelight. It was like he couldn't get enough of it." Her fingers absently traced patterns on the paper, betraying the weight of those memories. "He'd pose for every picture, he became obsessed with his physique, and took on the most outrageous stunts," she sighed, the words laden with both disgust and disappointment.

The room fell into a contemplative silence for a moment, the distant sounds of the city filtering in through the window. Miguel scooted closer to Felicia, letting her fall into his arms so that he could hold her. Then, she added, her voice lower, "He hooked up with MJ the very day she returned to New York." The words hung in the air, heavy with the knowledge of a romance that had played out in the public eye, and the impact it had on Felicia's relationship with the man in question. “Took me a bit to find out though.” 

2 Weeks after Graduation…

The apartment was immaculate, as Felicia desired to surprise Peter on their special date night. Freshly cut flowers from the rooftop garden adorned the living space, their fragrant aroma mingling with the alluring scent of Felicia's new French perfume, filling the apartment with an ambiance of romance and elegance. She dressed in Peter’s favorite black dress with elegant make-up and sat on the fire escape of their cozy apartment, a hint of anticipation in her demeanor. She occupied herself by meticulously manicuring her nails, her signature black nail polish to match her attire. As the minutes ticked by, Peter's absence stretched to over an hour and a half, causing Felicia to be more engrossed in her nail care routine while the anticipation gradually turned into concern. 

As the clock marked the two-hour milestone and Felicia's attempts at contacting Peter remained fruitless, her growing concern turned into determination. She decided to take matters into her own hands, donning her iconic Black Cat suit. With her agile and graceful movements, she swung out into the vibrant New York night, visiting the locations Peter frequently frequented in the hopes of finding him.

While gliding through the cityscape, the distinct sound of Peter's hearty laughter reached her ears, piercing through the bustling nightlife. Guided by this familiar echo, Felicia zeroed in on an apartment. With her newfound spider-powers, she stealthily crawled along the brick wall. Her cat-like finesse allowed her to peer inside the cluttered room, where she spotted Peter seated on a couch. Tears glistened in his eyes as he burst into laughter, the intensity of his amusement visible through the window. The sight both relieved her and piqued her curiosity, as she wondered what had brought such joy to her often absentminded boyfriend. Adjusting her angle, she finds the source in her blind spot. 

Felicia's heart plummeted and an overwhelming feeling of nausea washed over her as she beheld the scene before her. Watching MJ in her underwear, return to the couch with two glasses of wine, a million thoughts raced through her mind. She knew she couldn't let Peter see how he had just shattered her world.

With a heavy heart and a sense of devastation, Felicia glided back to the apartment, her swift, graceful movements belying the turmoil within. She hastily packed her belongings, leaving no trace of her presence behind. The only place she could run to was the secret penthouse at the Plaza that her father left her. It was dusty as she had mainly used to store her stolen valuable jewelry and artwork. Previously, she was content with the idea of living a humble life with Peter, but life had different plans for her.

After moving everything out of her, now, old apartment, Felicia found herself on her rooftop of the Plaza, finally alone with her thoughts. It was the first time she allowed herself to fully absorb the reality of the situation, the pain of heartbreak weighing heavily on her shoulders.

Painted tears streamed through Felicia’s Black Cat mask, leaving streaks of make-up along her face. In an instant, the Spider-Woman-in-training decided to revert to her previous life, purging herself of any trace of Spider-Man. Her tears blurred her vision as she gazed down the street at the Dolce and Gabbana store. A shift in her demeanor occurred as an idea suddenly sparked in her mind. Before she could put her plan into action, she goes back inside for her old bag of tricks, hidden away in the dusty confines of her home.

Across town, Peter wiped away his tears of laughter before reaching for his phone, which was charging on the table. "Oh, shit!"

"What's wrong, Tiger?" MJ inquired.

"I have a ton of Spider-Man alerts; I gotta run!" Peter replied, quickly grabbing his Spider-Man suit from his bag.

"Hurry back, lover," MJ said with a gleam in her eye as she pressed a kiss to Peter's lips before he pulled the mask down and swung out of the window.

Felicia deftly twirled her vibranium baton in her hand as her eyes locked onto her next target. With a powerful swing, she shattered the glass protecting the precious jewelry. A triumphant scream escaped her lips as the gems and trinkets lay exposed. This was her fifth shop of the night, and in each one, she left his clothes and a deliberate and enigmatic message for New York's beloved Spider-Man. 

Dolce and Gabbana: “CHEATER” 

Tiffany and Co: “TRAITOR”

Gucci: “FUCK YOU”

Chanel: “LIAR”

Versace: “ROT IN HELL, SPIDER-MAN”

Each message bore the distinctive signature of clawmarks and a cat sketch, a calling card only too familiar to the city's web-slinger. As Spider-Man arrived at the first scene, a heavy sense of dread engulfed him. 

"Did Black Cat make this for you, Spider-Man?" a cop inquired, eyeing the bold, black spray-painted words.

Spider-Man hesitated for a moment, his thoughts racing. "Are there more?"

The police officer nodded. "Yeah, several places around the upper east side have been broken into and tagged."

"Fuck!" Spider-Man cursed before swinging away in search of the next location. The night was a relentless cycle of pursuit, revealing message after message until he reached the last one. His frustration and anxiety grew with each discovery.

"FUCK!" he exclaimed once more, his voice filled with exasperation. He finally returned home to find his apartment nearly empty, all his belongings in a messy pile in the middle of the room.

Felicia stood before her floor-to-ceiling window, arms crossed, and gazed at the flashing police lights converging on the designer shops she had systematically destroyed. The ever-growing chaos in the city below, brought her a strange sense of peace. 

After Felicia had run out of tears, she stepped away from the window and set about the task of cleaning the dusty apartment. She hung up her stolen art, unpacked her belongings, and gradually transformed the space into her new home. It was a solemn process of letting go and starting anew, but it needed to happen, even if she’d spend half the night doing so. Once the daunting task was complete, Felicia crawled under the covers of her king-sized bed, tears streamed down her face, and she cried herself to sleep. 

Today…

As Felicia’s head rested on Miguel’s heart, she continued. “For the rest of the summer Peter and I were in an on-and-off relationship.” She cringed to herself. “He would keep trying to convince me that there was nothing between him and MJ. It was a painful cycle where I’d cried every night as I realized that I would never truly have his heart.”

“It’s not your fault, mí vida,” Miguel whispers, caressing her hair soothingly. 

“Looking back, I realize I shouldn't have ignored the glaring red flags. I was a fucking dumbass and kept going back to him. I genuinely believed that the same Peter that would have stopped the world for some ducklings was still buried in there. But now, he's still obsessed with MJ's approval while she's obsessed with the chase. I hope they're happy in their psychotic relationship." She spat out, frustration causing her to throw the newspaper across the room. 

Miguel presses dozens of kisses to Felica’s forehead to soothe her. 

“Thanks, Miggy.” She looks up and smiles at Miguel. She moves around so her legs straddle his lap, a knowing smirk drawing itself on her face. She leans into his lips, whispering, “I consider myself very lucky to have you,” and presses her lips against his, both of them smiling into it. 

“Is that so?” 

“Hmm” 

“And what is it about me that makes you feel lucky?”

Felicia takes a deep breath in before saying, “I love it when you throw me around.” 

Miguel bursts out laughing at the bold statement. “You- you do huh?”

“Don’t you dare make fun of me O’Hara we’re supposed to be having a nice moment!” She slaps his chest to scold him. 

Miguel catches his breath still laughing. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry what- what else, please please continue baby.”

Felicia huffs before continuing. “I like how you’re a good leader. You think about everyone else before you do yourself.” Miguel nods for her to continue.

“And I don’t care what anybody else says, but I like how you have a scary, menacing walk. Where people look at you and are scared to approach you but I for one find it incredibly sexy.” Miguel’s smile fades into a stern expression, his tone changing.

“Who says what now?” 

Oops. “No one! Just rumors, anyways!” Felicia quickly diverts the subject, waving her hand in the air as if to wipe it away from memory.

“I like the way you look at me.” 

“And how do I look at you?”

Felicia smiles to herself about the answer, the heat rushing up to her cheeks. 

“C’mon tell me.” Miguel sits up more on the couch, hands now rubbing at her sides. 

“I like how you look at me like I’m your equal. Like I’m worthy in every way possible. Not someone who needs fixing, or needs to be changed. You look at me like a partner, not an enemy.” 

Miguel slowly nods his head, absorbing all the things that Felicia expressed to him. 

“I’m lucky to have you too sweetheart. You have no idea, how lucky.” Without giving her a chance for her to reply he immediately pulls her head in to kiss her deeply.  She melts into his arms, her heart racing as their kiss deepens. His words echo in her head, I’m lucky to have you. She feels so lucky to be in his arms, feeling safe and loved. She’d never felt such adoration before, not like this, especially with Peter. She wraps her arms around him, wishing for the moment to never end.

Chapter 15

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[sharpedgedfool]

The brothers have each others logo's on their stuff, Sonic has a patch with Tails' logo and Tails has a bunch of stickers on his main arm gismo. They're both older but they still 100% believe the other is just the coolest person ever

[microwave-kid]

Building one of the Lego Sonic sets, specifically the Tails' Lab one. The first thing you build after sonic is a little push cart that presumably Tails would use, and the drawers actually work!

The top drawer has some little nondescript gismo...

BUT THE BOTTOM HAS MINTS!!! HE HAS A LITTLE MINT DRAWER

[caitibugzz]

how do you use this gosh darn app these kids these days with your gismos and gadgets

[snotwomble]

“Sleepy Cuddles” - Robin x Reader (Part 1/2)

Robin Buckley x F!Reader Oneshot

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: You’re at your best friend Robin’s house once again to watch a movie together, and this time you feel brave (and sleepy) enough to get a little closer.

Warnings: None

A/N: Please lmk if you want a part two of this it’s just giving me such cosy vibes aahhhhh :D I love Robin so much

Read Part 2 here!

You stayed at Robin’s house most days. It was never really a planned thing, you just sort of ended up there. You'd be talking and walking in your own little world together and then you’d realise the destination you both stumbled upon, absentmindedly wandering upstairs to her room together as you did each day before. It was nice for you both, as you each enjoyed each others company more than the average friend should, but you were both worried to admit your feelings aloud. So, these sort of incidental hang outs were convenient, as you could both enjoy spending time with one another without having to brave the proposals and suggestions of arranging things to do together. Things just came naturally with the two of you; you were glued together at the hip and you didn't even have to try.

Each night you became closer and closer, both as friends and physically. Robin would talk for hours and you'd learn so much about her life and interests. In all honesty, you had no idea how she still had stories left to tell. You'd open up to her about all sorts of things that were on your mind and she’d listen with such an attention she could not direct anywhere else. She did however struggle to keep eye contact with you as her eyes wandered down to your lips as you spoke.

Then comes the physical closeness. Initially, your small crushes on each other acted as barriers to which you ensured a certain amount of distance was retained at all times. You left little spaces between the two of you when you first sat down on her bed, but then you spent more time together and grew to be more than comfortable. You hardly notice a leg sprawled across your lap, a head leaning on your shoulder. Your lives were so intertwined that your nerves were pushed aside, your instinctual desire to be close overriding the fear.  

You end up in this position every day; practically cuddled together watching a movie. This time, Gremlins. Robin had gasped earlier at the first signs of snow, and you couldn’t help but indulge in her excitement, suggesting a Christmas film. She squealed and jumped around before grinning and talking about Phoebe Cates and how much she wanted her very own Gismo. You bickered about the impracticalities of a gremlin all the way home, clinging onto each other’s arm to steady yourself on the slippery ground.

You looked to Robin as you walked arm in arm. She was your best friend and you loved her. You couldn’t help but think how gorgeous she looked in that moment; bright red nose and cheeks from the cold, wrapped up warm in a woolly hat and scarf. Her teeth chattered and she certainly would not let you go a minute without being reminded of the fact she was cold. You just wanted to get into the warm with her and cuddle, but you knew you couldn’t outright ask for that. So, you prayed to the gods and all above that the universe would do you this favour.

Finally in the warm, you sat on her bed whilst she set up the video. You thought about how you were sat, planning how you could get as close as possible to her without it being weird. Maybe you could do the whole yawn and put your arm around her trick, but was that too obvious? You didn’t want her to think anything romantic was going on, even though you wish it was, but at the same time, maybe you should. I mean, you heard the way she spoke about Phoebe Cates, you'd just never really considered the fact that Robin could like girls too. The fact that she could like you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a dip in the bed as Robin sat down beside you. She smiled at you brightly before asking, “Are you still cold?” You nodded, and she began to smile wider. “Okay, hang on.”

Robin sprang up from the bed in an instant, immediately on her hands and knees rummaging underneath the bed. You began to laugh, “Robin, what are you doing?”

When she emerged, she was holding a huge knitted blanket. “I've had this since I was 2, it's kinda coming apart but I wanted to show you some of the patches,” she smiled shyly. Robin then preceded to take you on a tour of her patchwork blanket with you both sat beneath it. As she spoke, your bodies grew closer like two lonely magnets. You didn't know when it had happened, but a noise from the film brought you back to your senses and you noticed how you were sat. Both of your legs were intertwined and you were resting your head on Robin’s shoulder. Holy fuck. You were so close you could practically feel her heart beating, and boy oh boy was it beating fast.

Robin adjusted slightly, wriggling further down the bed to be almost laying down. Her eyes were glued to the screen and you felt a sudden wave of bravery over one you. You were so comfortable and she was so perfect, you just wanted a tiny bit more. To be just inches closer you would do anything, and so you began to slowly inch your hand towards hers. At first, your fingers just grazed against her palm, to which you thought Robin barely even noticed, but then she began to move too. Whether she was aware of this or not, seemingly absentmindedly she began to play with your fingers. Running the tips of her own around your palm like ice skaters in the snow, tracing the outline of each finger as if memorising the curve of each joint, all the while her eyes remained glued to the screen, Gremlins still playing in the background.

You could no longer concentrate on the film. Your heart was pumping in your chest, bound to explode any moment. This could still just be a friendly thing, right? I’m sure all girls must lay under a blanket with their friend every day whilst watching a movie and practically holding hands... Right?

You turned your attention to Robin’s body, as you could feel her breathing quicken. Tilting your head up to meet her eyes, you saw beneath the blush and bitten lip and it hit you right there.

Oh.

Robin Buckley did not think this was just a friendly thing either, and you couldn’t be happier. You began to smile, there was no point hiding it. She looked nervous, trying so hard not to look at you from fear of fucking up or misreading the situation entirely.  

“Robin?” You began with a smile.

“Hm?” she asked, her gaze not faltering.

You giggled slightly, adoring the way her eyes flitted around the scene before you, concealing the thousands of thoughts she usually splurged out, but for now was holding back. In all honestly, you’d fallen head over heels with Robin, and she had with you, too. You wanted nothing more than to kiss her and be close with her as you were now for as long as she’d let you.  

“Hey, look at me,” you spoke softly.

She turned to you with wide eyes, seemingly afraid. You smiled brightly, reassuring her. “Are you, uh, is everything...” Robin’s words trailed off as you intertwined your fingers firmly with hers.

“Oh,” Robin whispered. You giggled at this. She looked so cute, the low light of the screen flickering over the soft features of her face. “You’re holding my hand.”

“Yeah, I am,” you giggled, “is this okay?”

Robin was nodding before you’d even finished speaking. “Mhm, yeah, yeah, totally. Totally cool, I mean, it’s okay, I’m alright with it, yeah...” A silence stretched between the two of you for a few moments, but you felt Robin’s muscles stiffen under your touch, still leaning into her body as you lay beside each other, hand in hand. She began again, “I mean only if you are, of course, I don’t wanna make you feel weird or anything.”

“Robin, I was the one who started holding your hand, of course I’m okay,” you laughed.

“Oh... Oh yeah,” Robin bit her lip. You weren’t quite sure who broke first, but soon after you had both succumbed to fits of laughter. Neither of you really knew what was funny, but you were simultaneously just so comfy and so overwhelmed with giddiness that you couldn’t help it. As the giggling subsided, you simply cuddled into her further, nuzzling your neck into her shoulder. Her lips were close to your forehead so she barely even had to whisper for you to hear her. Robin spoke so quietly, so unsure of herself in spite of her usual chatty self.

“Can I put my arm around you?” she whispered softly. You tilted your head upwards to meet her gaze once again before lifting your neck for her arm to slide under. You hummed in satisfaction.

“You’re comfy,” you murmured. The warmth from Robin’s body against yours, along with the steady, albeit fast beating of her heart, were lulling you into a comforting state of sleepiness.

Robin was stuck for words, butterflies exploding from her stomach and swarming every inch of her body. “I like this,” she whispered into your hair.

You hummed again. “Me too.” You were struggling to keep your eyes open now.

“Do you... maybe, do you wanna stay?” She murmered. “Like, stay the night? You don’t have to, of course, I can drive you home if you’d like. You just look...” She paused, unsure of her next words, before your thumb began stroking across the back of her hand and all of a sudden, she felt the bravest she had ever felt before. “You look really pretty, and like, peaceful...” She trailed off, watching as you offered a sleepy smile.  

“That sounds nice.” You nuzzled further into her neck. “You’re really pretty too.”

Robin brushed off her blushing with an awkward laugh. “Shut up, you’re not even looking at me, dingus” She spoke softly despite the teasing.

Your words were laced with sleep, “Yeah but you’re always pretty, Robs.”

“I am?” she asked.

“Yeah, you’re real pretty.” You had your eyes closed now, but you could picture her face perfectly. Eyes wide and lips parted, frantically searching for the words to say and overthinking every possible option so as not to fuck it all up. “I really like you... Like this...” you whispered.

And as you drifted off into the safest, warmest and most comfortable sleep of your life, Robin whispered into your hair, “I like you too,” with the widest, goofiest smile imaginable. After a few minutes of her laying completely still, ensuring you were completely asleep and she wasn’t going to disturb you, Robin closed her eyes and smiled before drifting off with you in her arms. 

Part 2!

[mon-ster-chen]

💫...sooo proudly, little Gismo; my Mexx 🐶 looks like “please undress again”😄