#i may or may not have just straight up copied spiderman

[vera-deville]

Request! Marinette becoming a wereladybug (oneshot)?

02/23/2023 - 02/28/2023

Pairing: No pairing! Just a one shot about Marinette/Ladybug.

Word Count: 1,533

Warnings: Being bitten by a weird ass ladybug; Season 4 spoilers; Marinette's in love with Adrien

Gender: Gender Neutral

In which Marinette gets bitten by rather odd ladybug.

This was definitely not what Marinette had signed up for.

One day, she was clumsily getting ready for school, and on her way, she had to drag an old man who was caught up in his own little world onto the sidewalk before he was hit by an oncoming vehicle on the road.

This resulted in her dropping many of the macarons her father had lovingly prepared for her first day of school, and she was running a bit late.

Time skip to quite some time later, and now this once (relatively normal) teenager was now juggling a very busy life. One filled with school, with friends, with love, and most importantly, with superheroes.

She was now the famous Ladybug, the protector (amongst a few others) of Paris, the guardian of Paris, the...there were honestly so many names that she couldn't keep track of them all.

And after many ups and downs (and everything in between), Marinette seemed to have her life sorted out, calmed down, and easy to manage for the most part. She fell into a sort of routine, juggling the duties of a school student, an artist, a good friend, and a superhero all together rather efficiently.

For once, she wasn't incredibly overwhelmed every single day.

And that's why they call it the calm before the storm.

It was just like any other day. Mr. Ramier had been akumatized into Mr. Pigeon for the umpteenth time in their lives, but had successfully been saved from wreaking more pigeon-related havoc upon the bustling city of Paris (filled with people who had far better things to be doing that worrying about a man floating around on a flock of pigeons). Of course, school was still in progress, and of course, Adrien still looked as perfect and sweet as ever.

Alya had some new videos to post on her blog, and she asked Marinette for feedback regarding the videos, because who better to ask the quality of videos about Ladybug than Ladybug herself?

It still took some getting used to in regards to the fact that Alya was now one of the very select few that new her secret superhero identity, as well as the fact that she was now much more open about asking her stuff for the Ladyblog. It was sweet, but almost surreal. Like she was a third person watching two people interact, when in actuality, she was one of them.

Confiding in Alya had been a nerve-wracking decision to make, without a doubt. And while it did present certain cons, the pros were far too good to ignore. Things were much easier now, much more convenient, especially since she could trust her best friend so much. Alya was a life-saver. Literally.

And it was at moments like this where she desperately needed Alya.

On the way home from school, Marinette stopped by some flowers in the sidewalks that looked particularly beautiful, and found herself inspired to sketch out a few designs. And that's when she noticed the little splotch of red, striking against the pinks and yellows of the flowers.

Marinette had a sort of affinity for ladybugs. This was a given, seeing as she was the holder of the ladybug miraculous.

So, in a moment of fascination, Marinette included the tiny beauty in her sketches, and as she was furiously sketching out a particular design, she felt a spot on her arm tickle. Whipping her head towards the direction of the sensation, Marinette noticed that the ladybug was now on her arm. And looking closely at it, she noticed that this particular ladybug looked a little different from other ladybugs.

It had a primarily white head with black spots. Most ladybugs didn't have that. And unlike most ladybugs, it had a more orangey hue rather than red. It was also much bigger than the ladybugs she was used to seeing. Plus, it had lots of black spots. The ladybugs she usually saw only had seven.

Shaking her head, Marinette tried to get the last details in her sketch before she headed home. Key word being "tried."

Marinette felt a sudden and sharp pain and tried to locate the source of the pain. It felt like a sharp nip, and oddly enough, it was from where the ladybug was sitting on her arm. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the thing had bitten her.

Lightly yelping, Marinette swiped the ladybug off her arm (albeit gently, as she couldn't bring herself to injure it gravely) and studied the now red spot on her arm. The nip was still stinging, although not as bad as before.

She didn't even know that ladybugs could bite-

After reaching home, Marinette noticed that the itching that accompanied the bite had gotten worse and when she took a look at the bite, she almost yelped once again.

The redness had spread and it seemed like rashes were also a thing now. Worried that she was having an allergic reaction, Marinette was about to tell her mother about the weird ladybug when she heard screaming.

Rushing up to little terrace, she saw an akumatized villain on the loose, wreaking havoc (as they do).

Letting out a sound of frustration, Marinette exclaimed, "d, spots on!"

The transformation sequence felt...odd. But unfortunately, Ladybug didn't all the time in the world to dwell on it, as she currently had something to do. Swinging her way to the scene of the akumatized victim, she was met with Chat Noir.

"Hey Bugaboo~ Woah-"

Frowning, Ladybug asked, "what?"

"Love the new style Milady!" Chat Noir replied.

"What do you mean new style?" Ladybug asked.

Confused, Chat Noir pointed out the antennae sticking out of her head, the wing-like flaps she had that were hanging off her shoulders, and the orangey-tint to her once blood-red costume. Shocked, Ladybug opened her yoyo to see if Chat Noir was just messing with her, but alas. The one time she sorely wished her crime-fighting partner was joking, it had turned out to not be the case.

Ladybug could feel herself spiraling and before Chat Noir could voice his concerns about her not looking too good, Ladybug told him that she had some things to figure out, but first, they had an akumatized villain to take care of.

And just as usual, the unstoppable duo dealt their hand and had restored peace to Paris (definitely not for long, since Hawkmoth had apparently never heard of a break). Chat Noir questioned Ladybug once again in regards to how she was doing and if he could help in any way.

Smiling, she assured him that once she figured things out, she would tell him herself.

Chat watched the love of his life swing away, smiling, but clearly worried about her. Looking over the beloved city he called home, he called it a day and headed home.

Back on Ladybug's end, she'd entered her room through the rooftop and immediately ran to the mirror to study her appearance. It was so odd. There was no particular reason for her to have her superhero appearance change so suddenly, and she had no idea what could have spurred it.

Reaching for her yoyo, she dialed Alya and told her to get to the bakery stat. Within some time, Alya was in Marinette's room, confused but also very fascinated by the new look her best friend now donned.

"I got bitten by this really weird ladybug today, and I had this sort of allergic reaction some time later, and now, EVEN MY SUPERHERO COSTUME HAS BEEN INFLUENCED BY IT!" Ladybug ranted.

Alya asked Ladybug to de-transform, that way they could figure some things out. So, Ladybug said, "Spots off."

Marinette felt a little weird. The scent of baked goods was always present in her house (seeing as they did live right above their bakery), but for some reason, the smell seemed even more stronger. So strong that she gagged a bit. Another thing she noticed was that her eyesight was a bit blurry. But the blurriness went away as soon as it came (luckily).

Alya asked her strange questions. And after experimenting for a number of days, the two girls had reached a conclusion. Marinette now had superpowers that were not related to her miraculous. And it was most probably due to a bite by a really weird ladybug. One that could have been radioactive for all they knew.

Alya explained to Marinette that there was this comic series that she had been obsessed with for man years now where the main character had been bitten by a radioactive spider and then he gained real-life superpowers as a result of it. And a lot of the things that he had matched with the things Marinette had. Heightened senses (minus the eyesight; at times it would get blurry) seemed to be the most easily recognizable change in Marinette.

It took some getting used to, but Marinette had the kwamis and Alya (and later Chat Noir once she explained the basis of her situation without getting into the details to him). Besides, it's not like her blood started to smell foul whenever she got a paper cut or anything like that, right?

Author's Note: Alright, so this request has been lying in my inbox for months and I felt really bad about not having completed it, but it still remained in my inbox for a very long time.

I decided enough was enough, and got started on this fic, and ended up finishing a few days later.

I gotta admit, I had no idea what to do with this one, (similar case with the Luka as a weresnake fic), so I went the Spiderman route. A (probably) radioactive ladybug bit our dear Marinette, and now she's got some interesting abilities (I especially struggled trying to think of some).

Because of that, I don't really like the way it turned out, but I still ended up completing the fic. If it's not up to your standard, let me know and I can make another one!

Now the part where Marinette notices the ladybug sitting on her and looking a little different to the ladybugs she's used to seeing has a particular reason for existing. The ladybug that bit Marinette is supposed to be a Harlequin ladybug. They're an invasive species in some parts of the world (including France) and they do in fact bite. Some species of ladybug can't bite, but these can. They can be painful (depends on your pain tolerance), but the bites don't pose a threat unless you're allergic to them.

Native ladybugs are (typically, depending on where you're from) black on the underneath and have black legs, but Harlequin ladybugs are orange on the underneath and have orange legs. The Harlequin ladybug (Harmonia axyridis) actually threatens the population of the European ladybug (Adalia septempunctata) due to many different factors ranging from not leaving enough food for the European ladybugs to straight up having cannibalistic tendencies and eating the eggs and larvae of other ladybugs and insects.

Anywho, putting aside all that, I'd like to let you all know that I am currently experimenting with the formatting of my fics. I've had a distinct pattern or style of format, but after talking to a few friends (special thanks to @reshi-galaxy and @moldy-cheeto), I've decided to make some changes with the formatting. I'd like to add that right now, it's a bit of a experimental phase, and I'm trying to figure out what formatting I like the best, and I hope you all like it too!

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Heeeeeyyyyy.... guess who's ADHD can't let them write for shit?~ This bitch✨~

I suuuuuucck guys I know! I did a poll and everything just so I would have to write some of these! I just couldn't help but get side tracked.... My brain is in the LMK and Spiderverse fandoms!!! Though I will say I basically got this Rise Donnie x Big Mama Assistant req almost done. Almost I say. We'll see if I post it in the next two days and not something else random instead.... I suck lol

Anyways— here's my 3am thoughts from the other night that I'm finish up tonight ironically at 3am again. Soooo bare with me these are basically a bunch of summaries/plots/not fully flushed out possible one shot ideas I might do. Probably could've re-read it a couple more times buuuuttt it's about to be 4 now so....

I hope you guys enjoy!

Sorry this is long↓ I don't own these memes. I've never claimed to do so. I just come across them on Pinterest when I'm on break at work and think they're funny so I like to share them. If I mistakenly put one on here that I shouldn't have please let me know! I like to respect people's wishes. And if you could add the creator names too that would be great so the same mistake isn't made twice. Sorry for the inconvenience that my sharing may cause. I hope you have a good day.

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Sooooo I was going through the Across the Spiderverse tag(specifically Miguel O'Hara) because you know he's hot. Priorities— Anyways— I kinda had an idea. Brahhzz what if I just took the whole Miguel kidnapping his dead wife/lover's alternate dimensional copy deal that everyone has been throwing around and introduced a new take on this tale?

We all know that the Spiderverse is very open to a wide selection of possibilities and versions of Spiderman and we're all aware that the same thing applies to other characters as well. Soooo who said that Y/n has to be a civilian/or a version of Spiderman for this idea to work?

My fellow peeps I introduce to you Earth 2099 Miguel O'Hara x  Villain/Alchemax worker/Morally Grey scientist Reader!

I can kinda see this playing out in a few ways.

1.)Villain reader investigating the strange phenomenon that occurred a couple months before hacking the multi verse and stirring up trouble. Miguel intervenes and takes what he wants.

For the last year since the bizarre phenomenon in downtown Brooklyn you've been stirring up more trouble than you typical due to collecting the materials needed for your "experiments" to figure out what that phenomenon really was and what the hell was Alchemax —your ex-employers— were up to with your research. With some finessing of the illegal kind you figure out what the corporation was up to. Before being fired you had discovered the existence of the multiverse however before you could investigate any further you were let go. Now that you have your research back you're able to Doc Octo this shit and break into the multiverse. If you could pull this off nothing was stopping ya' from fulfilling yer goal and maybe scoring some fame while you were at it. After some convoluted ass science mumbojumbo. You manage to Doc Octo this shit and break into the dimensional web that held the spider verse. Inside the alternate universe you immediately start messing up shit straight off the back as soon as you fly through the colorful portal. Miguel is quick to pick up on this anomaly and sends some Spiders out to handle the issue. Long story short— they fail. Forcing Miguel's hand to go and correct the anomaly himself. Only to find that it was you. Her. His dead wife/or dead lover. The only problem is that you're obviously not a good guy. Miguel being Miguel will try to rationalize it to himself as he demolishes your equipment/suit that you're not his Y/n, you're a villain, he can't keep you without risking a whole universe just for his selfish desires. However as he stood over your defeated helpless form. He decided. If one anomaly can exist and not destroy existence why can't another? There were ways around this. There had to be. Holding you in his grasp again the hero wasn't sure if he could let you go once again....

2.) You're an inventor/scientist that works at Alchemax/or your another rogue scientist . Either way you're looking to get into the Spider verse. Since the phenomenon from a couple months ago you've been intrigued by the strange occurrence. The news labeled it a "strange weather occurrence" however you knew that wasn't the case. If you're working at Alchemax you've known about the phenomenon since the beginning. If you're an inventor/scientist (with some grey morals) you found out after some research and trespassing. Either way your tinkering pays off thanks to the help of some stolen tech from Alchemax and an interesting glitch from the hacked tech. You eventually have yourself a fully operational universe hopping watch. And where do you end up? Right in the middle of Earth 2099. Miguel is immediately alerted of your presence. An obvious stranger to this Jetson world you find yourself quickly apprehended by a small group of spiders/or Miguel. Either way the red & blue leotard nosferatu as soon as he catches sight of you the dude is all over you. Miguel may be a man who would like to believe he is in control of himself and his rash decisions buuuuttt that's gonna be a nah. Never had the Spiderman ever expected to speak to an alternate version of his dead wife. Especially in person. Every time he's stolen a glance it was from a distance or behind one of his various monitors. He couldn't risk ruining another verse. However somehow regardless of his attempts to keep his desires at bay you've still managed to break past that last thing that was keeping you from him. Now that you're here the thirty year old wasn't sure if he could let you leave him again...

3.) What if instead of breaking into the multi verse. Alchemax employee/Morally Grey scientist Reader! is lured into the multiverse? In your home verse the Miguel who you had married was dead. Struggling with piling debt and depression you choose to bury your problems under research into the weird phenomenon that occurred in downtown Brooklyn a few months before. During this time of trial and error you figure out how to access the multiverse thanks to some misplaced Alchemax files and risky choices. The documents aid in building the device that would aid in your plan to find your ex-husband's alternate universe copy. All the while you were walking right into Miguel's clutches. Cause like you Miguel was having an equally hard time getting over his family's death. Although they are gone the widowed father couldn't help but, search for his loved ones amongst the various worlds that rest at his finger tips. He needed them. He needed you....and you needed him. Although you guys weren't from the same earth you both can replace the pain that was birthed from this tragedy and regain something more. Just be a family.... Hopefully you want to play his game because Miguel couldn't watch from the sidelines any longer.

Alrighty guys that's all for now! Sorry if they're a little all over the place. Regardless I hope you guys liked them and I hope you guys have a good week!

[v33n4-c4rn1s]

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veena lambert x mare torres

spiderman au!!

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"so, your not gonna tell me your identity then?"

She brushed her fingers through her hair, Veena was a simple lady, Wake up, Go to school, Come home, Sleep. Easy as that..

Although her life had changed when a certain web slinger had saved her from a city villain.

You see, Veena's family was rich. If a villain wanted a load of cash, they'd run straight for her, taking her away or threatening her life, to her? this was a part of the daily routine now, including the part where her life is saved by a man under a mask, spiderman.

"nope! sorry! too risky!!"

She had caught on a long while ago, a very close friend of hers, Mare Torres, would vanish every moment spiderman seemed to appear.

"oh yeah? even after you've saved my life countless times?"

"I'm afraid so! that's just how it is!!"

"awh..well I'll see you at school tomorrow then, mare."

He didn't even think twice.

"haha yeah! see you tomorrow veena!! don't forget too- wait.. shit!!"

"HAH! I knew it! it is you!!"

"that's not fair! you tricked me!!"

She burst into giggles, rushing in to hug him.

"ahh! your spiderman!! THE spiderman!!!"

He huffed, awkwardly hugging her back, he was.. embarrassed, how was he supposed to keep her safe when she was now FULLY aware?

"you've saved my life! so many times!! ooh mare!!'

she immediately sunk into his arms all over again, he relaxed after a few moments, rubbing her back with his hands.

"well I had to,, you mean alot.."

he was so grateful for his mask at this moment..his cheeks were a bright red.

"..i have to give you something in return! for all the times you've saved me-"

"oh veena, please don't even worry about it- I was just doing my-"

"what if I kissed you?"

He paused, choking on his own words.

"Wh- veena- you-"

"well it's only fair!"

He was burning red, his cheeks flushed in a cherry red tone.

"I mean,, I'm not opposed to doing so.."

"hah, I was right about that too.."

"about what?"

"you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you."

Dear god, she drove him insane.

"oh just shut up and get over here.."

He tugged his mask off, tossing it aside and allowing her to step forward. Her hands reaching up too hold his face.

"..hi handsome,,"

He couldn't help but smile, chuckling to himself, she was sweet, She was even sweeter when she was kissing him.

Her hands resting on his chest, his own hands wrapping around her torso. Her finger tips tapping against his chest, following the rhythm of his heart.

This definitely was his favorite 'thank you' gift.

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After a while, Mare decided to drop her home, despite her protesting.

"c'mon!! it's still light outside!!"

"sweetheart, your walking fish bait for criminals.."

She pouted, visibly upset by his decision.

”hey, come on, don't look at me like that.."

She stood her ground, veena was not budging.

Mare simply sighed, lifting his mask off and leaning down to kiss her, although she tried her hardest, the blush on her cheeks was obvious.

"better? now come on, you might be crazy rich but you have homework to do! I'm not letting you copy mine!!"

"it's not my fault Mr. Nine sets a shitload of homework.."

"maybe there wouldn't be a 'shitload' if you did the homework.."

"I do the homework!!! when I want too.."

Unfortunately for veena, money and bribery wouldn't get her out of Mr. Nine's detentions.

"..if you do it, I'll take you on a date tomorrow, deal?"

She didn't even need to think, she immediately dashed over to grab her bag and find the homework folder.

Mare chuckled, she may be a little snappy sometimes but she was a softie at heart, a softie for him.

She made her way back to the window, smiling at him.

"..you gotta seal your deal with a kiss,,"

He grinned sheepishly, leaning down for another kiss.

"Yeah but now I really have to go..I'll see you at school tomorrow..get some good rest too,,"

"I will, I'll dream about you, since you're my hero n all.."

She blew him a kiss as he swung off, immediately rushing over to collapse on her bed, giggling and kicking her feet in the air, he was a hero.

He was her hero.

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i might make a second part to this?? i love these two sm ♡︎

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[spidernerdsblog]

Seven

A/N : Inspired by Taylor Swift’s song Seven from the album folklore. This can be read as a standalone as well as a continuation of the Homecoming fic.

Pairing : Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Summary : The first time you and Peter met each other but destiny pulled you apart.

Warnings : none just soft feel good vibes.

"Oh Peter! You're a lifesaver." You exclaimed.

"Thank you so much for letting me copy your chemistry assignment." You breezed into his room dropping your backpack on his bed.

"You should not keep things for last minute Y/N." Peter advises.

"Now you also don't start." You huff as Peter arched his brows shaking his head.

"I know, I know I shouldn't but with this whole hydra base infiltration mission it completely slipped out of my mind."

"Plus organic chemistry is not my cup of tea." You shrugged.

"Says the literal beauty with brains Y/N Stark that's quite hard to swallow." He looked at you skeptically.

"Oh now you think I'm beautiful huh?" You raised a sly brow smirking.

"Umm no - I mean yeah - not like the way you're thinking." He stuttered.

"Relax I was just messing with you." You chuckled.

"But believe me I hate that subject. What will I do if benzene has a constant problem with its electrons?" You complained dramatically.

"It's not that hard as you think, you just need to practice the structures daily." Peter began his lecture on organic chemistry.

"And once you understand the reaction mechanism it will be a piece of cake. Like for example during oxidation reaction.." You cut him off, unable to bear anymore of Prof Parker's lecture on organic chemistry.

"It's boring! Boring! Peter I'm giving you a boring alert!" You exclaimed.

"And If I had to learn about organic chemistry why would I come to you for help I would have straight away gone to uncle Bruce only."

"Okay sorry I just got carried away you know…"

"Yeah I know it’s your favourite subject which helped you make your web fluid blah,blah, blah but I don't have time for that right now so tell me where is your file?" You scrambled on his desk.

"I need to copy it fast!" Peter arched his brow questioningly at you. You gave your signature Stark eye roll that you obviously inherited from your dad.

"I mean take notes and write it down on my own." You clarified.

"In the right drawer of my desk."

"Okay I'll take it. You can now go for your patrolling or whatever spidermaning stuff you do." You waved your hand shooing him away.

You went near his desk and opened the drawer and rummaged around the things in it. You finally found the file and took it out when something caught your eye beneath it. You brushed away the junk stuff on it to find a cute little pink bow most probably it belonged to some little girl because it was quite old and dirty. You took your time to admire it and then turned to Peter who was about to change into his suit.

"Peter, why do you have this pink bow in your drawer?" His eyes went wide darting towards you.

"Give that to me!" He snatched it away from your hand.

"Hey!" You protested. Peter turned around clutching on to the bow.

"Whose is it Peter?" You nudged him.

"No-no one’s." He fumbled

"C'mon tell me about this special girl whose bow you have kept all these years, and we are best friends right? Best friends don't keep secrets. " You made a pouty face.

"It's actually a long time ago nothing interesting to tell Y/N." You went and sat on his bed resting your elbows on your knees and placing your chin on your knuckles. You blinked your eyes giving him your undivided attention. He understood that you wouldn't budge and shook his head in defeat smiling sitting beside you.

"I met this girl once at this park, Aunt May used to take me every afternoon to play. I was around seven that time so was she. She was like a ray of sunshine but the only thing was that her life was covered by dark gloomy clouds." Peter narrated you the story of this mysterious girl from his childhood.

Peter was a socially awkward kid since childhood so he never had that many friends. It was a lovely day Peter was strolling in the park on his own.He heard some noise it seemed as if someone was crying and it came from behind the tree. He walked around to find a girl sitting under the tree crying and went near her.

"Why are you crying?"

She didn't say a word and just looked at him teary eyed. Peter kneeled in front of her.

"Are you lost? I can call my aunt, she can help you.'' Peter asked her sweetly.

"No." she replied weakly.

"Then why are you crying?" fresh tears rolled down her cheeks again.

"Please don't cry." He wiped her tears with his small hands.

"I'm Peter. What is your name?"

"I can't say. Daddy will not like it."

"Okay." he tried to keep the conversation going.

"You come here everyday?"

"Yes. This is my playtime but I don't have anyone to play with."

"I can play with you." She smiled in return.

"What do you wanna play?"

"I don't know, you say." he was about to suggest something when a middle aged lady appeared from behind, most probably her nanny.

"It's time to go home, miss." she informed. And the little girl silently got up and held her hand as the lady took her back to the car parked in front of the park.

"Peter!" May called out as Peter looked back.

"There you are, I was looking for you everywhere." May said as she followed Peter’s gaze.

"Who's she?"

"My new friend, she was very sad as she doesn't have anyone to play with."

"Aww poor girl."

"I said I'll play with her."

"That's so nice of you Peter, you are such a good boy." May ruffled his hair.

Next day Peter was excited to go to the park to meet his new friend. She was sitting under the exact same tree like yesterday he went and sat beside her talking with her for hours. She finally started to open up to him. Both of them now always eager for afternoons a slight escape from their lonely lives. As they enjoyed each other's company laughing and running around the playground.

"Hi"

Her eyes sparkled seeing Peter as if she was waiting for him.

"Hi Petey!'' she exclaimed with joy.

"Can I know your name now?"

"I told you I can't Petey."

"Then what do I call you?"

"Whatever you want." She shrugged.

"Okay let me think." Peter frowned thinking hard when suddenly his eyes twinkled.

"How about Betty?" He asked, all excited.

"I like Betty." She smiled softly. He sat beside you as you talked about your day.

"Today aunt May took me to the cemetery to offer flowers to my mom and dad. I really miss them you know. You're so lucky that you have both your parents"

"My daddy doesn't love me." She sniffles.

"Why is that so?"

"He is always mad at me. He doesn’t like me."

"Hey don't be sad I will always love you to the moon and to saturn."

"When I collect enough pocket money we will move to India okay? I read in a book that it's a beautiful place."

"You pack your dolls and sweaters and I'll pack my Legos. Just you and me. You will never be sad again"

"Okay Petey." she gave a wide smile.

…….

"Hi Betty"

"Hi Peter!"

"I brought you something Betty."

"What Peter?" He handed her a yellow rose.

"May says yellow rose means friendship. And this will always remind you of our everlasting friendship, of me. "

"But I didn't bring anything for you Petey." she pouted sadly.

"It's okay Betty." Something went through her mind.

"Wait!" she pulled one of her pink bows from her braids and handed it to Peter.

"Here take this. This will always remind you of me."

A black Mercedes pulled over near the gate of the park. Betty's eyes went to the car and Peter noticed her body stiffen as soon as she saw a black suited man in black sunglasses step out of the car. He was most probably her bodyguard.

"Hey what's wrong?"

"I need to go. Bye Peter!" She hastily got up from the ground and ran away towards the car. The man opened the door for her. She glanced at Peter as she got inside the car. Peter stood there at his place as he raised his hand to wave her goodbye she waved back too. The black glass windows rolled up blocking them from each other's sight.

"And then she left and never came back. I never got to see her again." Peter exhaled.

"Everyday I went to the park in the hope that I’ll get to see her again but she was gone." Peter took a deep breath sighing fiddling with the bow in his hand.

"I don't know where she is now but I hope she is happy in her life. And all her issues with her dad have been resolved."

"Yup indeed they have got resolved and they are in better terms now." You chuckled lowly as your heart felt heavy.

"Yeah hope so."

"I'm sorry." You murmured.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I'm sorry I didn't come to say goodbye to you."

"What? What do you mean?" Peter asked, confused.

"That bow is mine Peter." You said softly gazing at the bow in Peter’s hand. Peter went silent as a sudden realization dawned upon him his eyes went wide. How could he forget the most important thing about that day, the man who had come to pick up Betty was none other than Happy. That means you're Betty, his Betty.

"You know after all the feud between Stane and my dad. Dad didn't want me to stay in such a dangerous environment and decided to send me to a boarding school."

"The day I was being sent away I cried, begged him to let me to go and see you for one last time but he didn't let me. And I'm sorry Peter that I left like that."

You turned to grab your backpack and took out your diary from it. You opened a significant page of your diary and delicately took out a dried yellow rose.

"I kept this too in your memory." You hold it out in front of him. You both were trying to fight back your tears but finally broke down as tears trickled down your cheeks. Those weren't sad tears, those were tears of joy. Of finally meeting your long lost friend.

Peter couldn't believe that the always sad and scared girl he knew has grown up to be such a fearless, intelligent girl who speaks her mind without giving a damn what others think of her.

When you saw the bow in his drawer you instantly remembered everything that is why you nagged him on telling you the whole story. You wondered how can you both be so oblivious about the fact that you have known each other for years. How couldn't you recognize each other even when you promised each other to remember for lifetime. Maybe you were destined to cross paths and then forget each other to be reunited again for some reason which none of you understand.

"I missed you Betty." Peter sniffled, smiling.

"I missed you too Petey." You held his hand brushing your thumb on the top of his hand resting your head on his shoulder. You remained like that for a while cherishing the moment. Peter silently listened to your slow and steady heartbeat smiling with content.

"You still wanna go to India?" You looked up at him smiling.

"I have got a private jet now." You gave a half shrug, the corner of Peter’s eyes crinkled as he laughed softly.

[fantasticstoryteller]

New Amsterdam Chapter 46

Fortunately, Ellie had been understanding of the deal that Peter had had to make on her behalf to get her out of there. And she mentioned that if she learned how to control her own powers (and she didn’t tell him what those were and he didn’t ask) she could teach the others how to control theirs. A good goal. One worth striving for. Peter heartily supported it.

Dr. Banner had been less understanding about everything. The older man frowned at him, silver glinting through his brown hair. “Peter, I can’t care less about what happens in your private life. If you are working in my lab, you will be here promptly on time.”

“Yes Sir,” said Peter, dejected.

“Good. Now then, for the last hour and a half,” the tense tone betrayed the anger the man was feeling and Peter winced again, “that I have you, let me catch you up on what I’m doing so that you help me tomorrow.”

“Yes, Sir,” agreed Peter obediently. Dr. Banner pulled up the files on the chemical equations he was using. Unlike Dr. Stacey’s lab, his had a holographic overlay screen, similar to the one in Tony’s office. Halfway through the presentation, Peter paused it. “Dr. Banner, it looks like you’re attempting to create an inorganic compound designed to pass through the blood-brain barrier.”

Dr. Banner pushed his own glasses up, with the wrist of his hand, like Peter did. “Why yes. I’m in charge of the medical treatment of most of the Avengers, and with the healing factors most of them have painkillers simply will not work unless I can get them through the barrier swiftly, and even then don’t work for very long.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to swap this chemical out?” Peter tentatively touched the screen, flipping the chemical Bruce had up for the one he had thought of. “It would make the molecule smaller, more likely pass through,” Peter explained, “and if you add this one here,” again, showing on the model, “you can create a minor healing block for the factor, allowing it to work longer. In theory.”

“Yes,” said Dr. Banner intrigued. “In theory. Luckily, we have rats.”

The two of them were so engaged in their work that it wasn’t until Dr. Stacey tapped on the glass outside the lab that Peter noticed it was almost time to go. She poked her head into the lab. “If I don’t get to keep him over,” she said firmly, “neither do you.”

“Dr. Stacey has a point,” said Dr. Banner irritably. “Peter, you may go. Please try to be on time tomorrow.”

“Yes sir,” said Peter softly.

“Hey, if you’re not willing to have him in your lab, he’s always welcome back in mine. I’m doing some fantastic things with the organic matrix.” She grinned showing teeth in an almost predatory smile. “I might even make a brain. We’ll see.”

Peter chuckled nervously. He had to get to Oscorp. He had just finished that product Norman wanted, and he wanted to check in on Harry. Make sure his friend was okay. Try to help him leave surreptitiously. Remind them to call him and let him know when the baby arrived. He nodded stiffly to both Dr. Banner and Dr. Stacey and then hung up his coat before leaving.

Peter paused on his way to Oscorp when he saw the newspaper in one of the boxes. The headline screamed at him and he couldn't suppress his bitter smile. It looked like Jamison had, for the moment, found someone else to focus his wrath on—and when it wasn’t focused on his alter ego, he found he had a much greater appreciation for it.

RUNAWAYS UNITE UNMASKED

EVIL DEEDS COME TO LIGHT

It probably wouldn't be enough. He knew that. He knew that the majority of what they did would get slid under the rug—for a nonprofit they had big backers. Norman wasn’t even the tip of that iceberg.

Still—they now had attention from people who had never really looked at them before. Even the public that hated the fact that the alleys swarmed with the children of the street would be mortified by what he’d uncovered—and then there was Wade. He had no doubt, none at all, that even if Wade hadn’t decided to hunt down every last surviving member of Runaways Unite, he had passed the information on to someone who would. Their days were numbered and he felt a vicious satisfaction.

All of the pictures he’d taken had been turned over (well, copies of all the pictures he’d taken had been turned over—Wade had the originals) to Jamison who would hand it over (keeping his name out of it) to the police when they came to investigate. The police would, of course, demand to know who had gotten the information and Jamison would, of course, reply that he had to protect his sources. Peter didn’t get credit for the article (he could see the credited name as Robbie Robertson), but he got paid, and that was the important thing. The anonymity was also important—he didn’t want anyone connecting photographer Peter Parker to the reporter who outed a trafficking ring. Too much could go wrong.

Pictures. He still had that album he’d made (in secret, of course) of Harry and MJ. He’d planned to give it as a wedding gift but if things went according to plan—Harry wouldn't live long enough to have a wedding. Before the full weight of that decision could settle on Peter again he shook his head and tried to force the feeling away. After all, he still needed to function, and Wade was nowhere to be seen—probably off saving some part of the city or terrifying criminals onto the path of the straight and narrow.

He turned and went back to his apartment. The album was hidden in the one place that MJ would never think to look—the bottom of the dirty clothes hamper. He wouldn't have any trouble getting in and getting it. And he thought they might like it. They liked the albums he never intended to see the light of day, and he didn’t put nearly as much effort into those.

On the way into the building he was blocked by the manager. The small man managed to look down his nose at Peter, who shrank a little into himself at the fierce gaze. He’d like the woman who’d owned the building before, the one he’d actually signed a rental contract with—but her son seemed determined to hate Peter for some reason.

“Rent is due on the first,” the man said grimly, with a similar satisfaction in his voice to what Peter had felt reading the headline of the paper.

Peter’s heart stuttered. “The first? But, it’s always been due on the fifteenth!” he protested. He’d paid it on time! He always paid it on time (although granted, sometimes he paid it at eleven fifty-nine at night, but he paid it on the day it was due).

“It has changed,” the man informed him tartly. “If you do not pay your rent on the new date,” he added viciously, “I will be forced to evict you.” He smiled before leaving.

Peter stared after him despondently. He’d just started getting his life back together—and now this? There was no way he was going to be able to make it on time; the first was just two days away! What was he going to do?

He staggered back into the street, seeing nothing as plans turned violently in his head. He couldn't get an advance on pay from SI, the money from the article he’d submitted for the Bugle wasn’t enough to cover it, what was he going to do? He didn’t want to lose his apartment. If he did he’d have to go back to live with his aunt, at least for a while—and it was too dangerous for Aunt May for him to live under the same roof as he continued to be Spiderman.

Despite Deadpool doing a better job of watching the city than Spiderman ever did, Peter just couldn't bring himself to fully cut off that part of himself. He felt a need to get out there and help, and plain old Peter Parker just couldn't. Besides, there were people who depended on Spiderman—weren’t there?

He was too caught up in his thoughts to notice his surroundings, and never saw the pair of hands that grabbed him.

[starkerisendgame]

A Rom Howney prompt: Tom sneaks into the set late at night to rehearse while everyone's asleep in their trailers, but doesn't bother to change out of his pajamas. Robert has the same idea and sneaks in, and sees him. Tom's pajamas are short boxers and a v-neck.

I really like the idea of sneaky, late-night practices! I hope I captured what you were looking for! I wasn’t sure if you were looking for fluff or smut but based on ‘short boxers’ I threw a little smut into this ;) I hope you enjoy!

PSA that I know next to nothing about movie sets, the way the MCU works BTS or the inner workings of Homecoming, which is the film I’m basing this on. Largely because we get like 5 minutes of Tony+Peter in Civil War and Infinity War, and even less of them in Endgame. It made the most sense to me to have this set at Homecoming. 

It was a little known fact that Tom developed something of a little insomnia, during filming. There were nights when the sheer exhaustion won out and he would drag himself off set, collapsing face-down into his bed and sleeping straight through to his next alarm, but then of course, there were plenty of nights like tonight. 

Spiderman: Homecoming is well in swing (pun unintended, but totally awesome) and it’s been the Marvel career Tom has been dreaming of since he was old enough to read the comics and watch the animations. Some days, he isn’t even sure that this isn’t all some twisted dream, or that he hasn’t hit his head and this is his perfect coma world. 

Well. Not quite perfect, since it’s around three in the morning and he had yet to actually manage any sleep. The past week had been spent filming the scenes for the ferry sequence, and it had been exhausting to say the least. Tom had bruises in places bruises had no business being, and every muscle continuously reminded him of the fact he was doing the majority of his own stunts. 

This is a frequent night-time routine, tossing and turning in his bed or sitting at the little kitchenette in his trailer, pouring over the script and stressing about the next day of filming. He knew he shouldn’t, knew that the directors had no issues with his performances so far, but. 

Maybe it’s the legacy he’s fulfilling. The latest face in a long saga, but quite possibly the one filling the biggest shoes. He’s in the MCU’s biggest league, working alongside their most iconic actors and characters. Maybe it’s the fact that one such iconic presence is Robert Downey Jr. Maybe it’s the constant doubt of his acting, of what he must look like alongside people like Chris Hemsworth and Jeremy Renner. 

The Avengers non-withstanding, all of his co-stars are already the faces behind several iconic roles. Already have successful, recognisable, established careers behind their belt. And, sure. Tom isn’t exactly baby-faced when it came to acting, but he was certainly no Sherlock Holmes or Human Torch. 

Maybe it’s just the fact that he’s working 7/7 days a week, often from one day straight into the next, filming at all hours and repeating the same scenes over and over until there’s 20 different takes to splice up and choose from. Whatever the underlying issue, it had resulted in countless sleepless nights. 

However, he’d also developed a coping mechanism. Or, rather a productive way of passing the hours. With a deep sigh, he rolled over and heaved himself off the bed, tidying his pillow before he ambled across the trailer, reaching for the drawer he kept the scripts within. The night was relatively warm, L.A’s August heat enough that all Tom had worn to bed was his boxers and a thin, worn v-neck he wasn’t entirely aware he’d packed. 

The script was one of several copies, the one that Watts had advised they would be attempting first in the morning. It was time for the turning point in Peter’s story; the rooftop scene. Tom shivered at the mere thought, the script fluttering in his grip for a moment before he relaxed, moving back to the edge of his bed. 

It wasn’t that he put off his scenes with Robert, per se. It was just…He had a tendency to nudge them aside, throw himself into his lone scenes and his stunts. The idea of working with Robert made his heart drop, and flutter the whole way down. Robert was talented, intuitive, devastatingly handsome. It gave Tom a little bit of a complex, filming with him. And practising? Fuck. 

That had to be done around others, or Tom felt he couldn’t be held responsible for what he might do. The way that Robert was just so Tony without even trying. The effortless, animated way he threw himself into character, never breaking it even when Tom messed up or he decided to ad-lib. The way Robert’s hair curled in the mornings, soft and dark before the makeup crew dived at it with product. 

Christ. The way Robert looked in a suit and Tony’s signature shades. The way his voice dipped and husked when Tony Stark bossed Peter around. It all merged into one big Thing that steadily grew until Tom couldn’t ignore it. Until even his co-stars had noticed how he changed around the older man. 

Chris (”when Hems is around, just shout for Cevans”) had taken him aside, during the filming of Civil War. All sootied up and dressed as the good Captain, grinning soft and broad at Tom as he told him not to worry. Don’t get so starstruck. Robert is just a man and you’re doing great. You’re doing awesome. Tom had promptly left to go bang his head against a wall, but had tried to keep his raging crush and complex under control. 

Now, without Chris’ soft, knowing looks to guilt him into behaving, Tom wasn’t all that sure he wouldn’t do something stupid when filming. He already took too many liberties; touching when he could, ad-libbing into developing the mentor-mentee relationship Watts wanted to present (baiting the fans, Tom knew. Homecoming was Peter-Tony bait, and it would be ripped apart in the future). 

So he avoided practising with Robert as much as he could, utilising his sleepless nights by wandering the set in the dark hours, practising his lines to the empty air and bracing himself for how good Robert would look in the coming hours, the way his voice would sound, the way whatever $4,000 suit he had on would shape his body. 

Tom shook his head, biting his lip to bring himself back to the present as he reached for a pair of ankle socks, tugging them on before slipping his feet into the sneakers at the side of his bed. They were in Los Angeles, the set having been sculpted over the past month to resemble a building rooftop. Tom wondered if the fans knew just how much of the MCU was CGI and clever building work. 

He debating redressing, but it was unlikely that even the set-up crew would be there this early, and so he settled upon grabbing a zip-up hoodie, large and baggy and probably someone else’s. It was soft and grey and was missing the strings, but it came down to his thighs and was warm, and he draped it over his arm as he scooped up his keys and a water bottle, pushing his door open. 

It was still pitch black, and he used his phone as a torch, folded script tucked into his pocket as he crept past the line of other trailers. Robert’s was by far the biggest, and was three spaces across from Tom’s, dark and shut down as the man no doubt slumbered away peacefully. 

Tom envied him, just a little. And was acutely aware that it was ridiculous he also envied the bed Robert was draped on. The sheets wrapped around his body. Shaking his head at himself, he tip-toed onward, past the rows of trailers and the craft area, moving until he reached the large, open space of the set. It was essentially like a boxing ring, a giant square platform with one edge cut away to allow for a small set of steps leading onto it. 

In the morning, there would be a single, green-screen colour step there, where Robert would stand whilst pretending to hover as Iron Man, and where he would step down in reaction to Peter’s outburst, revealing himself. For now, the little half-cube was empty, quiet. Tom fumbled around in the darkness until he found the switch for the dim safety lights, wincing as they came on. 

He waited, practically holding his breath; but nobody stirred, the set far enough away that the light didn’t reach the trailers. He let out a heavy exhale and approached, setting his hoodie and his bottle down and pulling the script from his pocket. He knew why the scene had to happen, but it still always made something in his chest cinch to read it. 

How those words devastated everything within Peter. How the trust and the love and the feelings, carefully sculpted for Tony over years of admiration and then being approached crumbled, nothing but rubble in his chest. Losing the two things that were possibly the most prominent driving forces, Aunt May aside. 

Tom shook himself off, psyched himself up as he paced the cube, slipping inch by inch into Peter’s mind. It wasn’t all that hard; they shared their similarities, their behaviours. Tom supposed that was part of why being Peter came so easily, so naturally. He let himself sink into the mindset, pacing and coaxing himself into the right state.

“I did good. I know I did good. I saved those people. I did my best. He’s gotta believe me now. He has to” he breathed to himself, shaking his head as the set fell away into a rooftop on a sunny day, the high-up air chilly at his cheeks, the knowledge that Tony would come to him forcing him to keep moving, restless. So much was riding on this. Practically his entire future. Maybe. 

The roar of thrusters, the ripple of disturbance in the air. The prickle at his senses as Tony approached. It didn’t escape Tom, the nature behind the fact they had Tony stop above Peter, suited and booted. It was a physical representation of the power dynamic, the relationship. The nature of the scene. 

Robert’s voice, as clear as bells in his mind, with all that Tony Stark flare, the way he’d bounce from sentence to sentence. The rigid power behind each word. He could feel his lower lip wobble a little, brows pulling as he tried to bring himself to ask. 

“Is everyone okay?”. 

He stopped, mulling it over. Peter was scared, but also angry. He tried again, defiantly this time. It didn’t feel quite as right as being meek, soft where Tony was jagged, so he repeated it the way he had before. Peter wasn’t in that place yet, where he would challenge Tony Stark. Where he would slowly find his feet and push back, instead of relenting. 

In truth, Tom liked it this way. It felt right, backing down where Robert pressed, looking away instead of holding his gaze. And perhaps that was Tom, bleeding into the character. Perhaps it was just a nod to Robert’s talents. Tom shifted, tugged his boxers down a little where they had ridden up. They were little more than girls’ boxers, short and tight at the thighs. He had several pairs to wear under the CGI and the actual spandex suit. 

The anger at Tony’s next words, more hurt than genuine rage. He’d helped. He’d been there when Tony hadn’t. Was pretty sure Tony was only there because Peter had been. “No thanks to me?” More force. More courage. But still hurt, still scared. Tony was supposed to support him. Teach him. Not…This. 

He tried that sentence a few times, varied the levels of anger, of pain. Watts wanted this part to be an outburst, the hurt and rage bubbling over, the tipping point to where Tony would make that crushing choice to take it all away. He stood on the edge of the structure, looked out over the city he’d chosen to protect. Let Tony’s words run through his head. 

He twisted in anger, explosive this time as he spat the words out, stopped. Too much anger didn’t seem like Peter. Soft, bubbly Peter. So he softened it a little on the next run before taking a water break, consulting his script again. If he was a little more alert, a little less invested, he might’ve heard the soft, deliberately careful footsteps. Might have noticed the figure taking the same path he had, some half an hour ago. 

As it was, he turned away again, moving to the next line. It was the last sentence he always stumbled over. If you even cared, you’d actually be here. God, how much pain was in that. How much anger. Every way he tried it was good, but almost never enough. He hated it, hated saying it. Hated that this was part of their journey, although he understood and respected it. 

He mulled it over, wandering the structure for a few rounds before he settled, went through the line before it. Psyched himself up, let his body tremble with it, the words fighting to be free until - 

“If you even cared, you’d actually be here!”

“I am, kiddo”. 

Tom nearly threw himself off the short ledge he’d been balancing on, stifling his shriek with his hand as he whipped around. There, near where Tom had dumped his things, was Robert. Robert, who’s hair was messy-rumpled from sleep, clad in nothing but a soft pair of sweatpants and a thin wifebeater. Robert, who grinned at him lazily, dazzlingly from where he leaned against a lighting beam, arms folded, hips cocked. 

“Great minds really do think alike” the older actor drawled, smile turning soft as he pushed upright, moving with a natural, easy saunter towards the podium. It was then that the tepid air on his thighs reminded Tom of his state of dress and he flushed, shifting nervously on the spot. 

“Did I wake you?” He asked, chewing at his lip as he looked past Robert, towards his hoodie. How would it look, if he danced around him, skirted his advance to reach it? He stayed put for the moment, watched the way Robert gracefully ascended the steps. In response, the actor shook his head, hair softly flopping against his temple at the action. 

“Nah, Tommy. You and I share this; I sneak in practise when I can’t sleep, too” Robert admitted, his voice raspy with sleep as he slowly ambled the cube, looking around. Tom took the distraction as an opportunity to stare. The wifebeater clung to Robert’s toned form, exposed thick biceps and broad shoulders. His sweatpants were low on his hips, snug at the thighs and calves. 

“Oh. Right, ‘course. D’you…I can go? If you want to practise alone” he offered, toeing the edge of the set as he stepped carefully along, inching towards modest cover. Robert twirled on the spot, casting him an amused, sideways glance. 

“Seeing as the scene we both planned on rehearsing is one we have together, and we’re now here together…” Robert responded, voice amused and perhaps a little teasing. Tom could see his point. Though they’d rehearsed this briefly together, it was never in full and always surrounded by other people, feeling the script rather than actually acting it. Tom’s fault, admittedly. He couldn’t help the half-chub this scene incited. 

“What, you want a private opportunity to laugh at how shit I am?” He tossed back, but it was easy banter, broken by a smile as he continued his way forwards. Salvation to his exposed skin was so close, that of course Robert’s gaze followed his aim, and the man cocked a brow, easy and confident as he leaned back a little, head cocking. It was the exact sort of mannerism Tony Stark would have, and it spun Tom’s head a little. 

“Shy?” The man grinned, almost a baring of his teeth as he turned on the spot, following Tom’s path. Tom snorted, but stopped, turning to face Robert. The man had seen him drowned like a rat and half naked already. Plus, whilst fully covering, Spiderman’s suit didn’t exactly leave much to the imagination. 

“Maybe I’m just a sweet prairie girl, never been around a man such as yourself before, Mister. And my, how unholy it is of me, to flaunt such skin before your modest person” he drawled, thick and high as he fluttered his lashes. Robert’s laughter was quiet but genuine, cheeks bunched and shoulders shaking. It was the kind that crinkled the corner of his eyes, and Tom didn’t even try to fight the warmth that spread across his chest in response. 

“Sweet, maybe. The rest I call bullshit on” Robert shot back, beginning to stroll the set. “So. Since you have an allergy to properly rehearsing with me, I consider this the perfect opportunity to get a little practise in before we do it on camera” Robert divulged, eyes twinkling as he looked across at Tom. And, fuck. Of course Robert was smart enough to have also noticed.

Tom sniffed delicately, allowing his voice to slip into Peter’s pitched, boyish voice. The accent and the little vocal quirks came as easily to him now as breathing. “Oh, I don’t know. Does the mighty Mr. Stark actually have time for me, now?” He asked, spinning to fully face Robert, who straightened, meeting the change fluidly. 

A brow arched, slow and deliberate. The tip of his head challenging as he took a predatory step forwards. “Curb that attitude, kid. I’m right here”. Tom had to repress a shiver, dropping Peter’s persona to rub his palms down his thighs, looking away with a smile. The dim lighting did nothing to take away from Tony’s portrayal, the shadows accentuating Robert’s impressive figure, shading his eyes and sculpting his form in place of a fancy outfit. 

“I don’t mean to. Avoid you, y’know? I just…” He trailed off. How did you explain all of the factors in this? Where would he even start? Was it even possible to admit you had a crush on your recently divorced co-star, double your age?

“Hey, I get it, kiddo. I do. Acting isn’t as straight-arrow as everyone thinks and being famous doesn’t mean you stop being a person” Robert tossed back, soft and so breakingly gentle. Tom nodded, accepting that as an easy out before he gathered his wits and turned away from his hoodie. No point in assuming modesty now. Robert had seen enough. 

“Okay. Let’s do it” he agreed, hopping from the ledge to shake himself into some semblance of professional. Perhaps this was for the best, anyway. Tom was a professional, after-all. Had an actual job to do, and letting his personal life affect it would do nothing for his career, his working life. Not this personal issue, anyway. 

They chatted idly for a brief moment, working out where Tom was at with the scene, discussing lightly the emotions, the reasons, the dynamic. Robert was on the same wave-length, saddened by the interaction but understanding it as a pivotal point in Peter’s life. Tony Stark’s actions on this rooftop were paramount in the making of Spiderman. Of Peter Parker. 

“Start from the beginning. I liked what I saw when you were loning it” Robert coaxed, backing away to give Tom space. They slipped easily into the roles, Robert clapping his hands quietly in lieu of a flying suit approaching and Tom running through his lines the way he had before, presenting his interpretations to Robert, who met them easily with Tony’s confidence, his bluntness. 

The flatness of his tone, the easy, brutal dismissal in ‘no thanks to you’ struck Tom to the core, knocking him out of Peter for a moment. Robert waited patiently through the slip up, as liquid in being Tony Stark as water flowed. It was easy, almost painfully so. The smooth words, the way Robert held himself even whilst pretending to be in the Iron suit. It was powerful, oozing the higher-up dynamic Tony played off against Peter’s meeker, softer one. 

And then. 

“I wanna do the caring line. I feel like that’s the electric point in this scene. I think that’s where it all really becomes a live wire” Robert cut through their breathing pause, Tom nearly inhaling his water instead of wallowing it. Fuck. That scene. It ached enough just pretending. Actually doing it with Robert? Tom angled his body away, desperately willing down the almost automatic spike of arousal. 

“How does it feel to you? To Peter?” Robert continued, running a hand through his hair to tidy it as Tom tried to get himself back under control. They’d been running through the whole no thanks to you sequence for a while, and Tom’s hands were shaky, his throat tight with Peter’s betrayed anger. Robert had looked impressed each time, gaze dark, retaliating in kind with Tony’s attitude. 

“Uh. Well it’s…Peter. I mean, he’s hurt. And he’s angry. But he’s not…Aggressive. Aggressive isn’t him” he shrugged, rubbed at his thighs again. It was true. Peter was determined, stubborn, ready to fight the good fight. But he wasn’t aggressive. He wasn’t like Steve, lie Tony, like Thor. Even angry, it was just his voice, just hurt little words. 

“Tony is…A big part of his life. And he’s lost all the men in his life that he’s looked up to. His Dad, his Uncle, and now Tony. He’s drowning in human emotions and he’s probably drowning under his senses, too” Tom added, thoughtful. It was something Marvel had seemed to forget, despite their dramatic displays with the other Toby’s Spiderman and Andrew’s Amazing Spiderman.

Peter Parker had heightened senses too. And although they were touching on his strength and skills in Homecoming, Marvel didn’t seem all that interested in portraying Spiderman as they had before. Or giving him much depth, despite planning several stand-alone movies. Robert was looking thoughtfully across at him, head tipped and one of those soft, lopsided smiles curving his mouth. 

“That just Peter, or are you projecting?” Robert asked, and Tom huffed, shot him the middle finger with a slow roll of his eyes. 

“Oh, fuck you, Robert Downey Stark. As if you aren’t basically this universe’s Tony” he pointed out, but he was unable to stop a grin. Robert shrugged, shameless. His answering grin was bright, broad. There were people like Chris Evans, who despite portraying Steve Rogers perfectly, shared only minimal similarities. Then there were people like Robert and Chris Pratt, who were basically their characters, without the powers. 

“Alright, alright. Hackles down. Come on, sweetheart. This scene and we can hit our beds before Watts wakes us up for that ‘sweet spot morning sunshine’“ Robert beamed, turning away to place himself where he had been stood before, shaking out his shoulders before he cocked his head. “Are you cold, by the way? Little pyjamas like that. You can get your hoodie, if you want”. 

It was meant to be caring. Except there was something in Robert’s eyes like a challenge, a tilt to his smile that was almost daring Tom to actually move for his hoodie. Instead, he shot the same look back and moved, walked the edge of the set before he leapt down, approached. It was easy, to sink straight back into Peter. Easier still to watch the way Robert’s jaw ticked, his gaze dark. 

“None of this would’ve happened if you had just listened to me, Mr. Stark. If you even cared, you’d actually be here!” Tom seethed, voice cracking over the words, helpless to his emotions. He threw his hands up accusingly, advancing towards where Robert stood, where the suit would hover above him, intimidating and impenetrable. 

And Robert was flexing his arms, gaze thunderous, pinning Tom down with his eyes as he stepped closer, spine straight. Immediately, Tom jerked back a step, eyes wide, chest heaving. He was. 

“Again” Robert suddenly, breaking from the steely gaze, the ultimate power raidating from him, even without the suit, the sharply styled features. Tom looked away, took a few steps to re-centre himself. He knew the drill. They would try it, over and over, different ways each time until they found the one. 

He shifted, tossed a glare across his shoulder. “None of this -” He pointed across to the side. “Would have happened if you had just listened to me. If you even cared, you’d be here”. He advanced as he spoke, gesturing wildly, gaze fixed on the suit. It was easy, with the suit. With those inhuman, glowing eyes. He couldn’t do this to Mr. Stark’s face. His voice wavered over the words, tears building in his eyes. All he wanted was to be good. To be like Tony. To prove something, be worth something. 

And then…Tony, stepping forwards like a wall of sheer power. Pressing into his space, forcing Peter to step back, to soften. Tom knew he was projecting in the way he glanced off, baring the side of hi throat briefly. “Again. Last line” Robert commanded in much the way Tony would say I did listen, kid. 

Tom shifted, threw his gaze back up, shoulders tensing and advancing where Robert stepped back. “If you even cared, Mr. Stark, you’d be here”. It was rasped, hurt and angry, his body a live wire as Robert stepped forwards again, towered over him. Robert wasn’t the tallest of actors, but Tom was shorter still, to Robert’s jaw. 

He shifted, heart stuttering, backed away against the advance of Robert’s presence, immediately giving in. He tipped his head, glanced away, felt all the fight melt from his bones. Tony did that, effortlessly. 

“I did listen, kid. You think I didn’t? Who’d you think called the FBI, huh? Me. I did. Again”. The last word was Robert, stepping off again. Tom’s heart pounded in his chest, palms scrubbing at his thighs. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this. It got harder, each time. Worse, to be mindful of covering his half-hard dick. The worst thing about this scene was it was one of those types that sunk into reality, blurring the lines. 

This time, Robert didn’t back away as much, forced the scene so that Tom advancing brought them almost toe-to-toe. Tom ran the lines again, palms pressing against his thighs as he gasped the words out, eyes blazing. Robert flexed again, code for the stepping-out-of-the-suit moment, except when he pressed forwards, he almost knocked into Tom, forcing him to skitter backwards, desperate to relent. 

“I - Mr. Stark” He choked out, gaze falling to the floor, body almost sinking downwards. It was impossible that Robert hadn’t caught that, and the man interrupted, another forceful again that almost had Tom sobbing, shifting to use his thigh to deflect from where he was getting harder. 

Robert stepped off enough to let Tom straighten fully again, but leaving barely any breathing room. Tom forced the line out once more, chest heaving as he pressed. Robert retaliated, pressing in, except this time he didn’t stop when Tom scrambled to back down, pressing further until Tom’s legs shook, Robert invading his space, pressing, towering above as Tom caved, sinking to one knee, head turned away. 

He could hear Robert’s heavy exhale, could see the way the man shifted, dark navy sweatpants moving against his thigh. Tom’s fingers dug into his own, whole body trembling. This wasn’t the scene, this wasn’t the way it went, but fuck it if he couldn’t have stopped it. It was too much, he was too exhausted to fight it, to separate Tony’s power from Robert’s. The dynamic, the names. 

“Tom” Robert’s voice was soft, his body shifting as the older man sunk down, hands coming into Tom’s field of vision. He forced himself to breathe out, exhale long as shaky as Robert’s hands came to his cheeks, cupping his jaw gently to lift his head. The man looked…Soft. Revered. Concerned. “Hey, shortstack” he coaxed, smiling warmly as Tom looked up, forced himself to relax. 

“You did good, kiddo. Really. That was intense” Robert murmured, ran his hand across the soft hair at Tom’s temple before he moved to grasp his arms, pulling him to his feet. “Didn’t expect you to play it that way”. And there was something teasing but genuine in his voice. No way Robert didn’t know that was Tom, not Peter. 

“Fuck off, I’m tired. And you play Tony too well” Tom shot back, forcing himself to release his thigh, pulling from Robert’s grip to head for his water. Robert had the familiar scent of aftershave, minty and fresh. It was strong, as always, but not overpowering, not too much. Tom drank water until his tummy ached and then ducked, scooping up his hoodie, sipping it on. A protective barrier. Another layer. 

“Language, you little shit” Robert threw back, grinning as he approached. He looped an arm over Tom’s shoulders, drew him in. “For real, though. That…Wasn’t Peter”. The look he shot across the space between them was meaningful, though still light. Tom looked away, shoulders hunching. How was he supposed to explain that? Fuck, it would take hours. 

“Imagine the hysteria if that was the actual scene” Robert suddeny murmured, voice lilted, a deliberate break in the tension. Tom couldn’t help snorting a giggle, hunching over again, but in amusement this time, trying to stifle his laughter. 

“We’re professional actors, Rob. Not porn stars” he reminded his co-star, soft and sated as he broke away, stooping for his things. They still had maybe two or three hours before they had to get up, and he felt loose enough that sleep was a real possibility. Robert shot him a wounded look. 

“Are you trying to say porn stars aren’t professional actors?” He asked, voice tinged with false hurt. Tom rolled his eyes and they begun the walk back to the trailer in companionable, quiet banter. Robert presenting his case that porn stars are as much professional actors as himself and Tom, and Tom trying to argue the differences in their methods, their expectations without setting his cheeks on fire. 

Robert walked him all the way to his trailer, leaning casually against the side as Tom fumbled for his keys. His eyes are getting heavy, body craving nothing but the comfort and warmth of his bed. Tom supposed it was akin to a soft sub-fall. “Get some rest, darling” Robert advised, voice soft, sweatpants lopsided on his hips as he shifted, pushed away. 

“Oh, and. Nice undies. Very minimalist” Robert winked, throwing the remark over his shoulder as he headed for his own trailer, a deliberate saunter in his steps. Tom nearly stabbed his key through the door, twisting to stare open-mouthed as the older man retreated. 

They nailed the scene dynamic on the first shoot. Watts and Fordson stared, astounded from their seats as the two broke apart, taking a breather. It was perfect. The right amount of push and give, of hurt and angry. It was exactly what the script demanded. 

“I liked it better when you were on your knees” Robert had remarked, casual and quiet in his ear as they leaned forwards watching it on the screen. And if that’s where they ended up several hours later, Tom on his knees, Robert’s hands tucked down into his tight, short little boxers. Well. 

That was their business. 

[breath-of-void]

So, Birds of Prey was fun, right

Not necessarily good, but it was fun.

I haven’t seen any actual reviews of it so, from my point of view, there are two main problems with it: it took like an hour and a half to start Birds-of-Prey-ing and it wanted to be Deadpool soooooo bad.

Spoilers abound.

So, I’m not actually that familiar with the Birds of Prey from comics. I’m aware that they’re an all female superhero group, but, other than Black Canary, I wasn’t aware of the other members. In fact, I thought Harley was originally a part of the BoP and so I saw no problem that this was a Harley Quinn movie AND a Birds of Prey movie; they were the same thing, right?

Wrong, but they movie is hardly interested in telling you that. The entire first 2/3 of the movie is a Harley Quinn movie. She has the voiceover, she’s explaining what things are happening and why and the camera is almost always on her back except when she’s explaining something and they want a visual. The Birds of Prey don’t even actually get together until Harley is physically there. They remain a team after she leaves, but that’s a footnote. If anyone came to see the other BoP kick ass and take names, they would be sorely disappointed as the ladies dance in time to the Harley Quinn’s narration.

It’s also so crowded as Harley has to explain the backstory of Huntress, Renee Montoya, Black Canary and herself while also making space for Roman Sionis. I love Harley and I love Margot Robbie’s portrayal of her, but that really works against her as Harley’s fractured psyche tries to explain a movie to us.

Then there’s the shameless copying of Deadpool.

Now, as a character, Harley is amazing. I tend to like insane comic book characters as that usually translates to them being hilarious if not terrifyingly dangerous, but she doesn’t lend herself well to being a fourth wall breaker. I don’t know if it’s a thing she does in the comics or if Ryan Reynolds just did it so well that he ruined it for everyone else, but BoP felt jarring and unfocused with Harley constantly stopping things to go back and explain something or just to have a chat. 

It may just be a personal preference, but it felt like Harley had watched BoP and was tasked with telling us, the audience, what happened.

There are a lot of elements that felt kind of lost, ignored or not fleshed out. 

Aside from the Birds themselves not being given enough screen time, their name seems to be chosen at random. At the end of the movie, after Harley ditches, she just tells us that they chose the name ‘Birds of Prey’ with not even the barest of reasoning. There was a scene just prior where there were all just eating lunch and even a throwaway line referencing the future team name would have been nice.

Bruce the hyena was there too, I guess. He got more screen time than Jared Leto in Suicide Squad, but there’s really nothing done with the fact that Harley has this wild animal on her side. Cassandra never really bonds with it for some sweet, emotional catharsis (in fact, she bonds with the stuffed beaver) nor does Bruce feature in Harley’s plans. He’s just kind of there until he gets “blown up”.

Bruce the Batman was strangely lacking as well. One of my biggest gripes about Suicide Squad is that the other heroes of straight up shown and yet, when Enchantress decides to rip open the sky, they’re Apollo-knows-where. When Harley is asked about her backstory, she mentions that she was arrested by the Batman, but that’s where his involvement in this movie starts and ends. No, I didn’t want another character in this already bloated movie, but I would like some explanation as to why Gotham’s protecter is just ignoring this obvious gang coalition who are blowing up public places indiscriminately. I feel like it’s a fundamental misunderstanding of what Marvel does when they name drop their other properties. When Thor is mentioned in Spiderman, it’s to explain why he can’t be there to solve this problem himself, etc. BoP did it to say “Hey, she said Batman y’all.” 

What would I, as a person who has never made a movie, do differently?

I would have more Harley and Cassandra hijinx. The movie almost struck me as two parts Deapool and one part Logan. Cassandra is being hunted by every bounty hunter in the city, but finds refuge with Harley is bad, but not evil. Their scenes together are adorable and I think the movie would have benefited from more scenes with them together.

Drop the wonky timeline. It was okay, maybe once, but it got really old, really fast. Even to the point where they showed Huntress killing a group of thugs while Renee was surveying the crime scene (they had a flashback of something no one had any memories of). 

At the beginning, they had an adorable animated sequence set to Harley’s narration as she explained her backstory. During it, as she was saying that she was the mastermind behind the Joker’s biggest heists, they showed her stealing a diamond and the Joker taking it from her. The macguffin of this movie was a diamond. I think it would have lent itself well to Harley’s lack of focus that she had the macguffin all along and just didn’t know it. Or if Cassandra had stolen it from her or, or, OR if the Joker still had it and the BoP+Harley had to heist to get it back. I like this last one much better as it would give Harley a chance to test her new freedom from her puddin’.

In conclusion:

I know this isn’t the most cohesive collection of thoughts, but it’s what I thought anyway. I had fun with the movie, really I did, but I wouldn’t pay to see it again.

[peterpstuff]

Venom 04

01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 - 06

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader Summary: the events of venom but this time Peter Parker is involved in them. Pre infinity war and pre endgame Warnings: swearing, violence, death, blood, eating people (if you saw venom, you know what I mean)

“Sweetheart, I´m sorry but I can´t” your father says over the phone.

“Why? That´s your job”

“Because it´s too dangerous”

“Yeah, you´ve been dealing with lots of dangerous situations and you didn´t care” you were starting to get annoyed by now.

“This time is different, you´re involved in it. They´ll kill you when they find out you took those pictures”

“I know and I´m still telling you to do something about it, people will continue to die dad”

“I´m sorry y/n”

You hang up, not wanting to deal with him right now. You had to do something about it; you could save lots of innocent lives.

“We have to do something” you say.

“What do you want to do?” his raspy voice playing in your head.

“We got the pictures; we can leave them in my dad´s boss office. We need to go tonight and break into the building”

“I didn´t know you had evil in you”

“It´s not evil, it´s doing what´s right” you rolled your eyes.

The door to the bedroom swung open, revealing a brown mop of curls. You came by Peter´s house that morning; you stayed the night in an alleyway, hiding in case Drake´s men were looking for you. You couldn´t go back to your house, you knew it´d be filled with men already waiting for you. You decided that going to Peter´s was the best choice. He was confused as to why you were so dirty and damaged knocking at his door at 9am; you obviously lied, telling him that you were attacked on your way back from the foundation, claiming someone stole your bag with your keys on it. He was suspicious but didn´t refuse to let you have a shower and stay for a while in his house, until you figured out what do to.

“Aunt May left for work and I´m hungry, do you want me to go buy some sandwiches from Delmar?”

“Sure, I´m starving” you answered and he turned to leave.

“He looks delicious, we should give him a bite” you heard inside of your head, your teeth slowly turning into Venom´s.

“We are NOT eating Peter”

“What?” Peter turned around as he heard you.

You quickly turned back to normal before he saw you. You had a fraction of a second to think of any good, or at least believable, excuse as to why you´d say you wouldn´t eat him.

“Sorry, was on the phone with my mom” you said pulling the phone to your ear “no mom, I´m not eating with peter tonight, I´d love to have dinner with you” you faked smiled at the phone.

Peter left giving you one last look. When you were sure he was gone you sighed out of relief.

“You ruined my meal”

“You´re NOT eating my boyfriend, he´s off limits”

“Bummer”

-

You looked at the tall building in front of you. You tried to open the front door but it was locked and if you broke it, the alarms were gonna go off. Looking for a back door or some sort of garage to sneak into, you realized there was no other way. You took a deep breath thinking of what to do; you HAD to bring Life down.

“Is it up there?”

“Yeah, 12th floor”

“Are you afraid of heights?”

“Kinda, why?”

Suddenly you were covered in Venom, him taking the lead. He climbed the building with great speed, being on top within a minute. Venom was holding onto the antenna looking at the city when a plane flew above us, making Venom jerk and disappear. You lost balance and fell on your back on the steep roof. You slid against it, screaming, scared for your life. As the roof ended you were now falling to the ground.

“Venom!”

There was no answer.

“Venom for fucks sake! We´re gonna die!”

You closed your eyes, getting ready for the impact. Your life flew across your eyes; you saw your best moments with your family, with Peter.

Seconds before you hit the ground Venom came out of nowhere, breaking into a window and landing into the office smashing the desk and some decorations in the way. When you were safely on the floor of the office, he disappeared.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?” you yelled to Venom.

“Loud noises hurt me”

“Oh, remember me not to blow a piñata around us” you said sarcastically.

“You´re the most annoying host I´ve ever had”

You rolled your eyes and looked for some paper to write a note for Jack, your dad´s boss. You wrote “evidence against Life Foundation, PLEASE do the right thing” leaving the sticky note somewhere he might see tomorrow morning. You were doing the right thing and anonymously, even though Drake men were already looking for you.

“ok, we´re done”

“jump” Venom said, obviously telling you to jump out the window. Your eyes widen in shock.

You exited the office going to the elevator.

“pussy”

You pressed the button that would take you to the lobby. As soon as you stepped out, at least 40 red lights were in your chest, right on your heart. Your hands instantly flew to the air, showing that you were willing to cooperate.

“Listen, I don´t want any trouble so I´ll just leave”

“Sorry Mrs. Brock, we have orders to take you with us”

“I do not want to do this, trust me” you said, hands still in the air.

“Mask!” one of the armed men shouted.

“Copy” said another one while everyone put their mask on, ready to throw a gas bomb at you.

“Alright, have it your own way” you shrugged your shoulders “Mask!” you screamed mocking the bad guy

“Copy” it was Venom´s turn to wrap himself around you, being your armor.

“What the hell is that?” one of them screamed.

They threw a gas bomb your way, which Venom caught mid-air and smashed it in his hands; gas started coming out of it making it almost impossible to see. Lucky you, you had Venom taking control of the situation and he was able to see. At least five arms came out of his back, taking the guns from the first row of soldiers. They kept throwing bombs your way, this time light bombs to help them find your location. Some other men were shooting at you but Venom´s skin was able to absorb the bullets, causing him no harm. But what did harm Venom was the sound of the bombs when they exploded. Venom quickly spotted a soldier, who was throwing explosives your way, in a balcony. With just one jump he was in front of him; grabbing the man and throwing him across the lobby. When he was back on the ground he picked the man again, using him to hit other people who were still shooting bullets at you; finally throwing him against a wall.

When the smoke faded you saw the lobby full of corpses and blood everywhere; on the walls, windows and floors. It was a massacre.

“I´m hungry” Venom was still around your body

“We are not eating people; we should leave before more bad guys come”

“I said I was hungry”

He didn´t pay attention to you constantly telling him not to do it or to stop, scared to be surprised by more soldiers. Venom walked around the lobby picking bodies and eating them. You were able to taste it, you felt it going down your throat, and it was disgusting. Venom went for the head first, crashing it very easily because of his super human strength.

“Dude, that´s disgusting”

You and Venom heard a voice and quickly turned towards its source. It was Spiderman, again.

“Get lost insect-kid”

“Arachnoid, actually” he shoot a web to Venom who made a whole in his body as the web went straight threw him. “Come on!” Spiderman said annoyed.

“We´re not the bad guys here so you should let me eat and leave”

“Says the 3 meters tall black monster who is eating people and killed almost 50 men”

This time Spiderman shoot a web to Venom´s hand, sticking it to the wall.

“Listen Spiderman, we don´t want to hurt you” you spoke this time.

“You´re a girl?” his eyes narrowed, obviously confused.

“I´m not a girl, I´m Venom.” He said setting his hand free from the web.

“The girl´s inside of him” you rolled your eyes.

Spiderman threw a web to Venom´s feet and pulled it, bringing him to the ground. You felt Venom´s anger grow inside of you but you tried to calm him down, Spiderman was a good guy and he was just confused. You wouldn´t believe it either if a monster that killed a lot of men told you he was a good guy. The black monster threw a punch at Spiderman; sending him across the room and crashing a window. Venom quickly shot some webs in his direction, bringing the hero back to you and punching him again, this time staying in his place due to Venom´s web. He was throwing punch after punch, and you felt sorry for the guy under the suit.

“STOP” you screamed from inside.

“You´re no fun” he said as he let go.

Spiderman instantly fell to the ground.

“Let´s go, you had enough” you told venom, trying to go back to your original body but he didn´t allow you to do so.

As you were leaving you felt something crashing against Venom´s back and seconds later exploding; making Venom jerk at the sound; there was now a hole where the bomb was, slowly regenerating itself. Venom turned around quickly getting an explosive in his chest this time. You screamed out of pain, feeling what the black monster was feeling too; him letting out a growl too. Spiderman kept throwing bombs his way, making Venom spasm at the sound of them. Unluckily the suited guy ran out of bombs.

Venom had enough, throwing webs to Spiderman. Once the webs were attached to the red and blue suit, he started slamming him against the roof and the floor repeatedly. Spiderman was groaning and screaming out of pain, until he was no more. Venom then threw him against a wall, willing to finish him. After a few seconds of watching the sprawled body on the floor, you comprehended that he hadn´t moved at all.

“YOU KILLED SPIDERMAN!” you screamed from inside of Venom.

“Well he was going to kill us”

You were concerned for the hero´s life, you´ve seen some YouTube videos of him saving lives and he seemed like a good guy. You felt incredibly guilty. You started to fight against Venom, urging him to disappear and let your body come back. When you finally had your body back, you ran towards the body that still hadn´t move. You shook his body a little bit, trying to get a reaction out of him. As you held him in your arms you realized that the mask may not let him breathe properly and that you couldn´t check if he was breathing at all. You took it slowly, only to find a face you knew too well. Tears started to roll down your cheeks.

“YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED PETER!” you screamed at Venom

“How would I know that he was your boyfriend?”

“I DON´T KNOW! You should have listened when I told you twenty fucking times to stop!”

“That´s sad, I was starting to like him” Venom said after a few seconds of silence.

You hit yourself repeatedly in order to cause Venom any harm but it wasn´t working. Bullets were nothing to him, what would your punches even do? Those were tickles to him. You were a crying mess when you heard a small cough from a few feet away, you ran to your boyfriend´s body to see him slowly opening his eyes.

“y/n?” he whispered.

“You´re alive” you whispered back, hugging him tight to which he groaned in pain. “Sorry”

“See? We didn´t kill him” he said in your head, only for you to hear.

“What are you doing here? Where´s Venom?”

Venom took control and showed his face, hiding yours. Peter´s eyes were about to pop out of his face as realization hit him; his girlfriend was Venom. Police sirens were heard from afar, gradually coming closer.

“I´ll explain later, we need to leave now”

You tried to help Peter up but it was no use.

“Venom” you called him, letting him know that you needed him.

As Venom took over, he took Peter in his arms, swinging him around his shoulder and leaving the building as fast as he could.

[imbumkyung]

I Saw It In A Movie One Time (ch.2) - reincarnation

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

“She’ll be okay,” the man said

Kaileia lay on a towel that CJ and Miko set up. A man that was out surfing saw Kai getting washed up by the ocean and quickly pulled her out

“She probably just took in some water and passed out from shock but she’ll be good,” He finished, offering a nod to her friends.

“Oh, okay. Thank you so much,” Miko smiled before he went on his way, his wetsuit and board leaving a wet trail behind him. She was thankful they didn’t need 911 because to be real honest here, they were all broke as heck.

Not too long later Kai coughed a few times before waking up.

“Dude are you okay?” CJ asked

“Yeah I’m fine I just have a headache right now,” Kai replied, her voice filled with fatigue.

“Oh my god I thought you died,” Melissa said, half joking.

-

Kaileia didn’t remember what happened the rest of that night, only that Miko let her sleep over at her place. So when she awoke the next morning in a room that wasn’t hers, it wasn’t alarming at all.

What was alarming though was that she was asleep way longer than she thought she’d be. Usually she slept in until it was about ten to eleven a.m. Now, it was already two p.m. She stayed in bed for a little nonetheless, her inner monologue explaining the tasks of the day: walk the dogs, go to the gym, get that TB test and fingerprint scan done so you can start working soon. Mustering up as much leg strength as she could, she got up to go get ready for the day. She searched for her backpack with her change of clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste and all her other things, the only thing missing was her phone for her morning music. Puzzled, she couldn’t find it anywhere in her bag and come to think of it, she’d never seen this room in Miko’s house before. And the day looked a lot more glum than the usual Kauai sun.

“Miko? Have you seen my phone?” She questioned aloud enough for her to hear if she was downstairs. To no avail, she tried again, “Miko?”

Silence

Did Miko have somewhere to be this morning? She couldn’t call her without a phone so she figured she’d find a house phone and made her way downstairs. As soon as she openned the door of the bedroom, she froze

I have no idea who’s house this is.

A white hallway with a room straight across, a bathroom to the right and a staircase to the left. Carefully going down the staircase she was even more shocked and afraid— I really don’t know who’s house this is.

She found a smaller sized kitchen and a living room next to it, big enough to fit two couches and a TV, the front door on the upper right corner.

She picked up the house phone hanging right by the kitchen, only to realize she didn’t even know Miko’s number— it was saved to the cell phone she couldn’t find. Was I kidnapped? Am I in a murderer’s home?

Call mom, you idiot

Her hands scrambled in panic as she dialed her moms number,

“You have reached the voicemail box of pause Susie May, please leave a message! At the to—”

Who the fuck is Susie May? Spotting a pair of car keys on the table, Kaileia didn’t know where she was going, or what she would do, but she needed to get out of this murderer’s house as fast as she could. She ran up the stairs, her knees quivering from fear she paid as least mind to as she possibly could, grabbed her backpack, took the keys and ran outside. Walking as fast as she could, she smashed the lock button until she heard a beeping from one of the cars. Discovering which car the key belonged to, she put it in ignition and drove.

Nothing was familiar. Absolutely nothing. The island she lived on was small enough for her to have explored it all as she lived there for a whole 19 years, so it made no sense she’d never seen this place before. Her conclusion: the kidnapper took her to a land unknown. And she couldn’t go back to that house. Ever.

She made a right, and a left, and another right, trying to find something familiar. It took one wrong right at a stop light she didn’t realize— and a cop was right there. He signaled for her to pull over, most likely to ticket her for this minor mistake. Kai sighed— this is the last thing right now. I’m literally fleeing my kidnapper.

She rolled down her window, “Is there a reason you didn’t stop at the stop sign, ma’am?” The officer in black sunglasses asked. There was no reason for the sunglasses, really.

She shook her head, still in shock from everything that’s happened, especially from being questioned by a cop— the last time something like this happened, she had to pay so much money to fix her own car, and still needed to pay because the lady she crashed into went to physical therapy— taking the advice of her claims assistant, even tho Kai had left nothing more than a crack of paint on said lady’s car. In short, Kai wasn’t ready to be broke all over again.

“License, registration and insurance, please,” He requested.

She nodded, and scrambled the compartment to look for the information she knew she didn’t have. It surprised her though, she did find the registration and insurance. She left that into her lap to find her license in her backpack. She froze. It had her name and her picture but it was missing the rainbow and the blue letters reading “Hawaii”. It was instead a normal creme colored background and read “Washington” across the top. She scrambled back to the registration and insurance in her lap— both under her very own name. She couldn’t think. Shakily and obviously very nervous, she handed all three documents to the officer.

He received them with a nod, then took them to the police car, most likely to run her records. But how is this car under her name? How did she end up in Washington, and why Washington? What the fuck was here, that brought her here? Theres literally no reason to be here. It’s cloudy, it’s cold, it’s depressing.

He brought all three back to her, “Well there’s nothing on your record, and I’ve decided I’ll let you off with a warning,” he concluded.

Kai sighed gratefully, “Thank you so much Officer”

“You be careful now,” he advised, and his radio went off

“Chief Swan, do you copy?” A man said over the system

He nodded to her before dismissing her. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Washington. I’m in Washington. What am I doing in the mainland? How is this car mine? Everyone here dresses weird. Could it be, that the house is also mine? Don’t be stupid. You might fall into the murderer’s trap. You should have told the officer while you had the chance. I mean you still do, technically. They haven’t moved and neither have you.

Maybe we could just check? You’re seriously gonna take a chance on death? Maybe.

Without thinking, she circled around the town before going back to the house she woke up in. It was now 6pm. If the murderer was to return, they’d have surely been home by now, right? But the sight she saw in front of her house was anything but a murderous aura. It was a father and his son riding on his little tikes bicycle in front of the drive way, just passing through. Warily but quickly, she walked to the front door, the umbrella she found in the back seat now in her right hand, ready to stab whoever it was that was gonna grab her as soon as she opened the door— only there was no one. All she saw was the house with everything in the exact position it was left.

I should call 911

She quickly searched for any cabinets until she found one filled with documents, proving ownership of the house, so she’d have an address and hopefully a name to provide whoever would assist her on the other line. Only for her heart to stop after reading the name of the homeowner: Kaileia Mahelona

Brows furrowed and eyes wide, she read the name over and over again, searching for any documents to prove otherwise but— nothing. Did this house belong to her? She stood frozen in that spot, no reaction, no other thoughts, just her trying to grasp onto the concept that this is either all some sick joke, a dream, or she is actually in another reality. Maybe I was reincarnated early?

Kaileia stalked across the kitchen and grabbed the remote, turning on the TV. None of the news was out of the ordinary— well at least for someone who didn’t pay too much attention to the news regularly. Immigration protests, some world cup final, tainted spinach and the shocking news on the Crocodile Hunter’s death. Surely they meant his death anniversary.

No. It was his actual death. With a photo of him and the words underneath reading “Steve Irwin, 1962-2006”

Two-thousand what now?

“This ain’t it, sis” she whispered, hands of stress running through her hair. She shook her head in disbelief.

Definitely not real. Wake up Kai, come on wake up. If it’s 2006, you’re literally six years old right now.

Her peripherals caught a computer she hadn’t seen there before. From there, she discovered that she was actually in Forks, Washington, it was definitely 2006, and that the Marvel universe exists here. So talking about Spiderman wouldn’t make her look like a mad man. Which is great, because she loves Spiderman. Also Deadpool. Okay that’s besides the point.

“What am I to do? I don’t think I have a job and I’m definitely not in school,” she thought to herself. Without a second thought, she left the house yet again and drove.

“Another hiker presumed dead, searches still going on for the killer animal—” a voice on the radio spoke. Killer animals? What the hell is going on, Forks? Distracted by her thoughts while driving along the never ending path along the mountain, a wolf suddenly ran across about 50 feet from her, still close enough for her to register that this was in fact NOT a normal sized wolf. It was about five times the size of what she’d expected.

She rounded a corner and caught sight of a party. “Forks High School Prom” a giant banner read across the entrance of the venue. She decided to park here, the lights were a pretty sight as she tried to pay no mind the awkward couple dancing in the middle of the lawn. The girl wore a purple dress with a boot and the boy with a suit on, skin paler than the Korean pop stars her friend Miko was obsessed with. It looked like that scene from Twilight. She was unknowingly staring— he dipped her low and placed a soft kiss on her neck. Another action that reminded her of the twilight movie. Kaileia hadn’t seen it since Elementary school.

The couple were about to exit the canopy when Kai thought, “careful girl, he’s probably a vampire”. It was only a joke, alluding to the Twilight movie that happened in Forks with this exact ending scene when the boy froze. He turned in the direction of Kaileia’s car and— ah shit.

“Can he hear me? How did he know to look exactly where I’m at?” She panicked

There’s no way this is happening. Hurriedly, she started the car and drove off.

Was that Edward Cullen? Was that really them? It has to be a real coincidence. Twilight is fiction. It’s literally cringe culture. But it could also explain that big ass wolf that jumped out of nowhere. It would explain why that girl looked so much like Bella.

Kai decided she couldn’t say or think anything about what she knows anymore. Edward can definitely hear her thoughts.

I can’t change the storyline. Everyone made it out alive at the end of Breaking Dawn. Don’t change that. I could die here. But if I died here would I go back to my old life? Possibly. It happened to that girl in Scarlet Heart: Ryeo.

Kai, that was a kdrama.

Twilight was a movie series!

Touché.

All I have to do is survive. Don’t change the story lines. Try not to get involved.

She parked the car in the driveway this time instead of across the street, rounding the corner to the door but froze as she saw the same boy who was just dancing at the prom.

“Can I help you, sir?” She asked him, trying her best to project her voice and mask her timidness

He turned, his eyes going first then the rest of his body behind him, “Hi, I’m Edward Cullen”

She nodded, “Hi. What are you doing here?” She asked, wanting to get straight to the point

He paused, realizing he didn’t prepare a lie to tell her and having no real justification besides “I heard your thoughts. How do you know what I am?” Of course, he didn’t say this out loud, he can’t jump to conclusions and expose his kind. Instead, he excused, “I must have gotten the wrong house.”

Kai nodded, keeping her thoughts silent and slipping past him, rushing to get inside and lock the door. She let out an exhale of relief after being inside.

He’s onto me.

Tags: @sunflowerspectre

Thank you for reading!

[bakudekugf]

Issue 5:Wallcrawler vs the world

"How you feelin' after your first villain?"Kacchan asked Izuku as he caught up to him on their walk to school.He grinned.

"Spectacular!"

Kacchan laughed,which made Izuku feel 💘💘💘.

Kirishima was waiting for them by the school entrance."Guys!"He perked up when he saw them,running up to them,"Check this out!"He showed them a video on his phone.The camera was pointed downward and judging by the red crocs,Kirishima was the one filming.The ground suddenly shook."HOLY SHI-"The camera went up,showing Octopus Man.A few seconds later,Izuku(in costume)showed up."OH MY GO-"

"The name's Spiderman and i'm here to take you down!"Kirishima cheered.

"I love you,Spiderman!"

It showed the swift defeat of Octopus Man and ended with Izuku swinging away.

"Woah."Breathed Kacchan,amazed and Izuku couldn't help his happiness at impressing him.

"I know,right?"Kirishima beamed,"I'm gonna upload it later.That'll show Fujioka!"

"Who's that?"Asked Izuku.

"That guy who hates Spiderman-the news anchor one,not Todoroki's dad."

"Than...i'm sure Spiderman is going to be very thankful."

"Could you imagine talking to him face-to-face?I'd cry."

Izuku and Kacchan swallowed their laughter at the irony.

"Well,well,well,if it isn't Kirishima-kun breaking the rules."Monoma said,walking up to them.

Kirishima huffed,"Fuck off,Monoma."

"Now,now,how rude.I'm just trying to be a good student."

"Right,"Began Kacchan sarcastically,"That's why you tried to copy off my test."

Monoma flushed and his smirk faltered for a second,"Come now,are you still not letting that go?"

"I'll let it go as soon as you knock it off."

"Whatever do you mean?"He asked,placing a hand on his chest in mock hurt.

"That.Being an asshole because what?It get's you attention?"

Monoma flushed even more,"Are you accusing me of being an attention hog?"

"Would i be wrong?"

"Should we stop them?"Ashido whispered to Kirishima and Izuku.They jumped in surprise.

"Where'd you come from?!"Izuku exclaimed.

"My house."

"Let's go."Kacchan said,walking away.Izuku,Kirishima and Ashido scurried after him.

-

"Yaoyorozu!"Izuku approached her when lunch time came.He felt a connection to her after yesterday.

"You can call me Yaomomo."She smiled at him.

He smiled back,"Yaomomo,would you like to eat lunch with me and my friends?"

"This is such a normal thing."She whispered to herself excitedly,probably thinking Izuku couldn't hear her,before standing up straight."It would be an honor?Oh!Can i bring my best friend Jirou?"

"Why not?The more,the merrier!"

'Yay!"

About a minute or two later,they were all seated.Todoroki blushed as Yaomomo sat down next to him and Uraraka and Ashido giggled together.

"So how did dreamland go?"Izuku inquired.Jirou looked excited for a second before doning their usual bored look.

"It was fun!Bakugou's showing me the rest of the games."Kaminari awnsered,grinning and leaning against Sero.

"It's been fun."Bakugou admitted.

"Jirou,were you gonna say something?"

Jirou coughed,"No,no,it's fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Alright,alright,"They said begrudgingly,"I...may or may not be a Kirby fan."

"It's nothing to be embarresed about"Said Yaomomo.

"I love Kirby."Said Kacchan as if to encourage them.Jirou gave him a shocked look and their expression softened.

"Me too.Wanna play together?"

"Can i join?"Asked Kaminari eagerly.

Kacchan smiled and Izuku blushed for millionth time,"Yeah."

Kaminari beamed,hugging Sero who smiled at his boyfriend's happiness.

Jirou changed their seating to be next to Kacchan."So what's your favorite game?"And they chatted about Kirby.

Izuku grinned,all seemed at peace until he felt...something,again.

"WHERE IS HE?!WHERE IS SPIDERMAN?!"Octopus Man crashed through the ceiling,landing directly at their table.The students around them screamed and scrambled.Izuku snapped out of his shock and ran to the bathroom.

-

"HEY,OCTOPUS MAN!"Izuku yelled out he came out in costume,seeing him carrying a terrified Monoma."PUT HIM DOWN!"

"THAT'S NOT MY NAME!IT'S DOCK OCK TO YOU!"He snarled before swinging a tentacle at him.Izuku dodged and shot webbing at his face.While he was busy removing it,Izuku delivered a flying kick to the tentacle that was had Monoma and caught the falling,screaming boy.

"Are you alright,citizen?"He asked,making his voice deeper.Monoma gave him a starstruck look.

"Yes...thank you,Spiderman."

"You're welcome."

"You BRAT!"Doc Ock sneered as he finished removing the goop from his face,"I'M GONNA SQUASH YOU LIKE A BUG!"

"Arachnid."Izuku corrected,dodging again.

"DON'T BE A SMARTASS!"

"Is that a threat?"

Doc Ock simply fumed.

They continued fighting,ending up in the hallway.

Kacchan snuck up behind Doc Ock,hitting him with a kendo sword.

"WHY YOU LITTLE-"

Izuku was in front of Kacchan as fast as he could,holding back the tentacle with his arm.

"If you want to kill him,you better kill me first!"

"You want to protect him?How sweet."Doc Ock smirked and launched him across the room,into the locker's.

"SPIDERMAN!"

He groaned.

"You bastard!" Kacchan hollered,swinging his sword.Izuku shot out some webs at the same time,their combined forces creating a distraction and giving Izuku enough time to cacoon him.Any attempts to escape were once again futile.

"Thank you."Said Izuku in his actual voice.

"No problem."Smiled Kacchan,posing with his sword(Which Izuku found insanely attractive).

"Now if you'll excuse me,i have something to do."

-

"'Hello!"Said Izuku to Kirishima as he re-entered the cafeteria.Kirishima whipped his head around before pointing at himself."Yes,you.I saw that video you posted of me.Thank you for trying to help me."

Kirishima smiled bashfully,"I didn't really do anything.It was all you and your awesome-ness."

"Still,it's thanks to you that the evidence is out there.So thank you again."

"Thank you for saving my butt.Twice!"He did a peace sign to emphasize.

"Glad to be of service."

He suddenly looked nervous,"Hey,can you give me...",he pulled out a notebook and a pen from his bag,"Uh..."

Izuku responded by smiling and taking them,"What's your name?"

"Kirishima-Kirishima Eijirou."

'To my dear friend Kirishima-Spiderman'

He closed the notebook and gave it back.Kirishima held back a squeal when he saw the autographic."Thank you!Thank you!Thank you!"

Izuku gave him a two-finger salute,still smiling and swung away out the hole Doc Ock created.

-

The next morning,Izuku nearly choked on his milk when he got a look at the newspaper.

'Spidermenace:Endangering students'

"Endangering?!Octopus Man didn't even know he was going to be there!"Mom exclaimed incredulously.

"It's Doc Ock,actually."

"Whatever his name is,he's the Menace here,not Spiderman.This is just because he's a mutant."

[nolitetebastardescarborundorum]

What I like and dislike about each Skam Version:

The order is when I watched them. Which is basically the same order when they came out since I watch clip for clip live with every version since the evak cuddle clip 3 years ago. I won't point out things twice if a remake did it exactly the same. For example the blackmailing of Noora. Disliked it in the og, ditto with every other version. Another disclaimer: I don't have a favorite version since no one was perfect from first to last season. Different versions have different favorite seasons for me.

What I loved about the og 🇳🇴: The complete different format of a show with the clips, social media, roughly camera work that made it look like a reality show or documentary. The actors being the age of their characters and not all being thin, beautiful models. The pov and seing the boring aspects of life too. All the casual parties. The music and the whole russbus culture. In general getting to know so much about other cultures that I didn't thought about before for even a minute. Eva standing up for herself and breaking up with Jonas. Penetrator Chris as the comic relief, he may be a fuckboy, but he is isn't sexist or homophobic, his one liners are iconic. A normal reaction to Isak being gay and Evak actually getting an happy ending and a proper love scene like any hetero couple gets. Eskilds gay pride speech, it made me rethink my own mindset, as well as Sanas line about hate doesn't come from religion, it comes from fear and her whole conversation with yousef about religion. The guys helping Isak get back his man and Magnus hilarious questions, but also his helpful advice. Everything in the scene with Eva's 18th birthday. Even singing imagine. The cuddle clip, literally my favorite clip in all the versions, the spiderman kiss and the universe talk. Yousana love shown without any touching. The girls picking up Sana with the los losers bus. The ballon squads YouTube channel. How sweet and protective Elias was about Sana. 5 fine frøkner! Kosegruppa. If I could chose I would want a season for Magnus and Penetrator Chris.

What I disliked: Jonas treating Eva like she's stupid. Everything with William pretty much, starting with his non existent personality to blackmailing Noora, dissing Vilde, not listening after the SA happening etc. Nooras completely change in attitude from feminist to falling for the fuckboy and betraying your friend, also, ik most of the fans love it, her speeches, the one at William and also the one at Nicolai, it was just too long and arrogant to me sorry, I don't thought yes queen, I more thought yeah okay we got it already. The lack of communication with literally everyone. Vilde being so judgemental. Eva 'stealing' Jonas. Even not being able to speak for himself about his MI. The hate against Sonja, yes her saying Even can't love was fucked up, but her outrage and pain was more than understandable for me. The call your gf scene, idk it just makes me uncomfortable and I just felt bad for the girls. The whole show basically revolving around Noora in every season and her amount of screen time. Chris and Emma in the end, a huge wtf that made no sense and came out of nowhere, as well as Jonas and Eva's suddenly reunion.

What I loved about 🇮🇹: Be aware that I'm biased since Italy is my favorite country since childhood. I love everything about it. Landscapes, food, clothes, cars, the men^^ and ofc the language and names. First and foremost the cinematography. Also the music. All the girls being pretty as fuck. I feel like they where more mature too, but that goes for the boys and Eduardo too. Elia being there since season 1. The skating shenanigans. Martino and Eva being the closest version of this friendship (which is why I hope they continue this in the next season and make them close again, not going for the best buds). Their parents being more involved. Edoardo not insulting Silvia. Giovanni constantly cursing and gesturing like the true Italian that he is. Ofc the bromance in s2, that was what the season was all about for me more than the romance (reason in the dislikes), how they all cared for each other, had actual conversations, were with marti everywhere and always supported him. Gio being the best friend ever and constantly checking in on marti. How all the boys and edos rich gang stood up for marti against the homophobes, I never cheered so loud during a clip istg. The man, the myth, the legends Chico roddi :D. Eduardos soft side, when he played creep or cried when Eleonora could tell him herself what happend. The way they merged the squads together and all hang out boys and girls and also Filippo. Filippo and Eleonora being siblings and literally everything that fillipo does, his sassyness is unmatched. Cute Short king luca, carefree elia. Seriously I could write novels about this boy squad. Their parties and how they do them at 9pm during business days. Guardami Martino! 😂 If I could chose I would want a Gio and Fillipo season.

What I disliked: The darkness, especially s2 although it looked romantic a lot of times. The way Gio kisses, listen I love him with all my heart but he looks like he wants to eat faces or lick them like a dog 😂. I couldn't get into Niccolò, he never grew on me, came of kinda cold and the chemistry between the actors compared to the other versions isn't that great imo. It also has the only Sana I don't like and don't care for her season. It's not bc of the controversy about the actress. She just comes of rude in the show and also has way too less scenes to get excited for her pov, Her relationship with Marti is also non existent. The lack of social media and texts. Some of the actors looking way too old.

What I loved about 🇫🇷: The many changes of season 3. The piano scene with literally heart eyes. Eliott being the biggest dork. Eliott being able to express his feelings about his MI. Eliott saying it's not a girl. The rain kiss. Lucas being a major cutie. His relationship with the girls and Manon in particular. How they helped Daphne with the room. That we get an Arthur season, he's my favorite Madhi. How happy they were when Lucas came out and how they cheered everytime they saw Eliott. The elu social media content. Yann apologizing for his behavior and comments in the past. The hedgehog and racoon personas. Imans dad. Alexia and Arthur becoming a thing. The bts and Interviews, especially the attentive Maxel friendship.

What I disliked: The first two seasons being 1:1 copy from the og, I only watched them bc I had a close french friend when it aired. The whole Charles shit in s3&4. The acoustic music often being a bit to on the nose, like the music before a jumpscare in horror movies, for example the common room meeting, it was so obvious they would fall in love. S3 of France is probably my favorite version of this season, but it is like a dramatic romcom movie and felt less realistic compared to the others and the og. Emma is super bland and kinda dumb. Mika being super rude to Lucas. The disrespect against iman. Sofiane actually dating Manon.

What I loved about Druck 🇩🇪: (Also biased since I am german) Jonas sweetness. Hans is hilarious. Jonas and Hannah reunion. Kiki turning into the sweetest. The girl squad being really close. The boy squad being dumbasses. The change of Alex and showing his anxiety. Kiki and Carlos being a wholesome couple. The changes and extra content. Amira and Mohammeds softness. Their sm game.

What I disliked: The dialogue sounds very cringey to me and super scripted. The Mia actress looks like she doesn't like to kiss Alex at all, no chemistry and no love to be seen for me. Mia being arrogant in general. That Amira had only 7 episodes and Mia extra concent for her boring relationship. I never could get into Matteo much, he was to much of a sloth to me, let everything just happen and while that may be realistic, it's for the viewer pretty boring. I also couldn't get into David much, we knew barely nothing about him for most of the time and then he was absent for like 3 weeks straight. Davenzi also came of as more like best friends to me as an couple in love, they were cuter in s4. Unrelated to the plot or show, but the druck stans that feel super entitled and superior.

What I loved about 🇪🇸: The made subtle changes from the start. Lucas coming out to Eva and not being a snake. Jorge being the softest Jonas and not lying about weed. The girl squad being the closest and cutest with another, as well as the boys and them being a mega squad since s1, way less inner group drama and the friendships in this versions are just super wholesome to me and my favorite girl squad. Also my favorite amira, she wants to adopt everyone and they all care and respect her religion and I have high hopes for her season. Their parties. Also the remake with the most sm content and texts. The only P Chris version that comes nearly close to the og, being sassy, charismatic and having hella sexual chemistry with eva. The fact that also my favorite chris got her own season, that they changed it to a wlw plot that was displayed tastefully and not overly sexualized. The portray of having borderline, being shown how it really is. Lucas having an Youtube channel and how supportive his boys reacted and how tender him and Jorge are, I can't stretched enough how much I love and stan attentive, genuine male friendships without toxic masculinity. Hugo being an absolute sweat heart since his first appearance, not being petty or mad with Cris and just being a true friend. If I could chose I would want a season about Lucas and Amira.

What I disliked: Alejandro looks like 14 to me and I'm not keen on seeing this plot for the 8th time. Viri and Cris clothes a lot of times, Ik they dress like teenagers these days do, but it just looks horrendous to me sry. Them stretching out the story between Cris and Joana so much and breaking them up like 5 times.

What I loved about wtfock 🇧🇪: I just started with season 3 live, because I couldn't get into the characters when the first clips of s1 dropped. I later binged s2 and watched some key clips of s1.

They changed many things for the better. First and foremost Senne, him being supportive of Zoë, a good flat mate and encouraging dad friend. Zoë giving him way more of a hard time and making him work for it. Robbe moving into the flatshare and becoming bff with Zoë. Not breaking up Zoenne and making Senne an important character in s3 as not only Zoës boyfriend. Sander! I love his whole art hoe - e boy brand, his music taste, his clothes, hair, how reckless he is, his blant flirting. Robbe being an absolute baby ™ and clingy af. The Willems chemistry is unmatched in the skam universe. Yasmina is so fucking pretty and intelligent. Rosanders date. Milan being sooo cute and Robbe having confidence in him and them being genuinely friends. I could swoon over the found family in the flatshare 24/7 and wish I could live with them. Robbes dad asking if Sander is a vegetarian. Luca & Noor shading Moyo. Noor having a personality besides being naïve and a beard for the Isak. Robbe caring about his mom.

What I disliked: Senne starting of as the worst William with his bracelets and showing around Ambers nudes. Ambers rudeness in general. The boys talking only about girls and totally ignoring Robbe for 6 weeks straight, especially Jens. Moyos sexist and homophobic comments and behavior. Clips and drama with no explanation or follow ups, brushed off or rushed scenes. The gay bashing and robbes slurs, them turning everything into drama for drama sake. For multiple weeks only clips that were either total drama or happy clips with no normal daily life. Exaggerating the robbe and noor make outs. No Sander the first 2 weeks. The lack of answeres from Sander and questions from Robbe, brushed of with one liners. Barely any texts.

[idkhyuck]

Meeting Tom pt.1/? TOM HOLLAND ONE SHOT

SOOOOO.  This might be a series of one-shots about meeting Tom in different ways. FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED also any advice from other writers to help me make these more ~professional looking~. mostly fluffy goodness. 

Please note this is my first time writing for Tom and i’m still getting a feel for him so bare with me on this journey. This first one will be a little basic but i have many more ideas for more ~creative~ ways of meeting tom. 

*Summary* You have a great day at a con interacting with tom. 

I was standing in line. I couldn’t believe this was finally happening. I’ve been here since 11 exploring all the con had to offer me. As the clock neared 4:30 my heart would do little jumps in my chest, it nearly all out stopped once the line i was in started moving and buzzing towards the front. The line moving at an agonizingly slow pace, The buzz of the con around me becoming increasingly more loud and agitating. now was not the time to freak out, i thought calming myself as best i could. the girls in front of me were excitedly chatting about how handsome tom would look and the poses they wanted to do with him. The little boy behind me playing with his spiderman action figure. i decided i needed to distract myself so i played every game i had on my phone at least twice, i looked up the line was getting shorter I was almost to the front oh shit. What pose did i want to do again? oh yes okay. got it, the girls in front of met went in as a group. i took a few deep breaths, my heart threatening to pound out of my chest. The security motioned for me to move forward, next in line. the anticipation killing me. he slowly opened the curtain, or maybe it just seemed slow because the moment i saw him the world stopped around me. all noise that had been bugging me from before was gone the moment he turned to me with a big smile

“hey! how’s it going?” he said his voice was foreign to my ears, like I’d heard it a thousand times but this was the first time i really heard it.

“Great. you?” i smiled back at him as i walked into the little room surprisingly calm. 

“Not too bad.” He said meeting my eyes. My god, his eyes. They crinkled slightly as his smile met them, The rich colour still showing through despite the florescent lights shining dull above our heads. “What are we doing?” he asks as i approach him. 

“ummm, i want to stare lovingly at each other.” i laughed nervously “you are an actor after all. and i love you soo...” i added “may i?” i asked holding my arms up asking for his embrace

“won’t have to act too hard.” he said with a wink. my pulse quickened i hoped to god he couldn’t hear it because for like a millisecond it was all i could hear. His  arms wrapped around me all too fast. or maybe it was just the fact that he was taking my breath away. All i could feel was his arms around me for a second, strong. firm. a nice hug. i wrapped my arms around him. his waist small. his body firm against mine. i looked up to meet his eyes. i was beginning to regret my choice of pose because it was so hard to look at him in this vicinity and keep a straight enough face so i don’t look like a complete lunatic. his eye contact was so intense, i looked down at his cheekbones for a second and noticed them lifting. i looked down at his smiling lips, then back up at his eyes and that was all it took for a smile to start creeping up on me. There was a flash i blinked.

“All done.” the photographer said in a droll voice. 

we lingered in this position for what felt like forever and it was all over in a matter of seconds as he pulled away from me. i looked up at him

“thank you.” i smiled at him then looked down. 

“it was my pleasure.” he said as i met his eyes one last time and turned to walk out the other side of the curtain. everything all coming back to me, my mind racing at light speed. how long was i in there. everything was still going on around me outside, i looked around lost for a second before i got stopped by an official looking person. 

“wait for you’re printed copy. the digital has been sent.” she said. she handed me a photo envelope. “have a nice day.” She said.

“thanks.” i said my voice sounded small. was i in shock. i walked out of main hall into a smaller hall with food and drinks set up. i found a table at the back of the hall. i was so incredibly thirsty. i spotted a lemonade booth right beside me. i went over and bought some. i sat at the table by myself. i opened the photo envelope. the glossy photo sliding out smoothly. i flipped it over and the first thing i saw was tom. it turned out better than i could have ever imagined. Then the words he said kept playing over in my head. Why was he so charming. Was he like that with everyone? I had my autograph session in an hour. the anticipation of meeting tom again filling me. would he remember me? i took a deep breath, i can’t build this up to be something it’s not. i looked over at me in the picture and i didn’t look absolutely horrible. tom’s arms around me made me look smaller than i am. and i couldn’t get over at how close we were ugh. it was perfect. i took one last lingering look at tom’s face and how sincere it looked and put the picture back in its envelope and back in my bag. i sat there enjoying my lemonade and went back to the main room where people were already lining up for tom’s autograph session. i stood in line and played on my phone again. i took out the spider man poster i wanted him to sign and admired it. my best friend sent me this for my birthday. The crowd started screaming Tom arrived at the table i’m assuming... this line was winding like crazy and i was short so i couldn’t see. i looked around, cosplayers in all directions taking pictures with fans, other celebrities and guests signing autographs. This was a bigger con. it was amazing seeing it all. The line was actually moving pretty fast. people would walk by gushing about Tom. it made me all excited as i neared the front of the line. i saw him sitting there, i just now noticed what he was wearing. a t-shirt and bomber jacket. he was now wearing a baseball cap. He looked so normal, taking that picture, talking with him felt so normal. This man i PAID to meet was finally more than a picture on my phone or a hashtag on twitter. He was real person with strong arms, and soft lips that i so badly wanted to kiss the more i thought about it. shit i can’t be doing this to myself. i was about 5 people away. i held onto my poster and took deep breaths as the people flew by. i only realized i was the last person in line as i was the only one standing there waiting to be seen. 

“Next. one item, no pictures.” The lady said to me as i looked up to see Tom once again. He looked over and a smile crossed his face. 

“Hello.” he said cheerfully 

“hi.” i said 

“how did our picture turn out?” he asked as i approached the table. 

“it’s wonderful thank you.” 

“the pleasure was all mine.” he said “What have you got for me to sign?” he asked 

“this poster.” i said, it was the poster of him napping on set in full costume.

“ah. this.” he said with a chuckle as he took it from me. his dramatic signature glossing the poster in a flash. 

“Hey. uh tag me on instagram.” he said with a smile and maybe a wink... maybe i blinked

“thanks i will.” i said 

“i’ll see you around.”

“i can only hope.” i thought.he laughs behind me,did i say that outloud. i turned to see him being ushered out behind the curtain.i was walking away. 

“UM.” a girl beside me said “Tom Holland winked at you!” she said 

“He did?” i asked, but that just confirmed my suspicions.

“yes!” She said “that’s a nice poster by the way.’ 

“thank you!” i said smiling at her cheerfully but inside i was more than perplexed by my interactions with Tom. I continued my walk around. i was mostly lost in thought and found myself sitting in the food court place again. i took a picture of the poster and posted it. 

“Thanks @ Tomholland2013 for signing this poster. Having so much fun at @ (con’s instagram) 

I bought some food and made my way over to the panel. They let us in and we all got seated. I wasn’t picked to ask a question but that’s fine. a few seats front row frees up so i quickly moved up.Tom came out and worked the crowd easily.it was still so amazing to see him, in person. so many little details camera’s missed. The way he looked at the person talking to him like they were the only person in the room. his little fidgeting as he sat there. He was just so much more real to me.the panel ended. i swear we locked eyes but i don’t want to be on of those people that thinks eye contact with a celebrity means anything. i walked out of the panel room and into the big hall one last time. The sadness of it all coming to and end hitting me. I’d met Tom, i’d flirted with tom. he’d be flying off somewhere probably by tonight if he wasn’t already on his way to the airport. i waited outside for my uber. my phone buzzed as it approached, and buzzed again for good measure. i hopped in and took my phone out of my pocket. 

“Tomholland2013 wants to send you a message.” 

[vickypoochoices]

Christmas Countdown part 4.

Days 11-15.

[MASTERLIST.]

Day 16.

“ZIG! Coffee! Pleaseeeeee. I'll get on my knees and beg!” She flopped half way over the empty counter melodramatically, barely flinching as her cheek squished against the cool surface

It was barely 7am and she'd fled the apartment in a sleep deprived haze, having grown fed up with laying awake, staring at the ceiling and praying she'd finally succumb to the exhaustion. She'd drained her phone battery listening to every single piece of white noise ever created and calming lullabies that had the opposite affect when they failed to do the job in hand, instead pulling her from her bed in a rage.

“Uhh hey, can I help?” She sprang upright at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, eyes scrunching closed. It's okay, don't panic. When you open your eyes you'll see Zig, not some strange barista.

Peeling open just the one eye initially, she felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks as an unknown barista gawked back at her incredulously.

Clearing her throat, she desperately tried to compose herself. And then a hearty chuckle gained her attention, exaggerated clapping following.

“Oh Trev, that was gold! Thanks for covering man.” Zig joined them, face filled with glee.

As the other barista walked out to the back, she rounded on Zig, pointing an accusing finger in his direction.

“Just what the hell was that shit Ortega?” She demanded.

Zig offered his trademark smirk over his shoulder, as he busied himself with a machine.

“That? Well I was just outside having a smoke before the big morning rush hits, and then you decided to make my entire morning with that little episode.”

“I hate you.” She mumbled, resuming her position sprawled out on the counter, this time bumping her head against the cool surface a few times for good measure.

“Aww don't be like that. You can't stay mad at me, I made your favourite.”

“We'll see about that.” She scoffed, sitting up straight and reaching for her drink.

“I've made you the same drink every morning for the last year…”

She scowled at him, before taking a tentative sip of scalding coffee. She felt a warm rush overcome her whole body as she struggled to keep her face impassive.

“This is...Eurgh I can't lie, this is glorious Zig.” She relented, suppressing a shudder as she took another sip, her body overjoyed at the caffeine consumption.

He grinned at her reaction, head nodding, her response entirely as he had expected.

“Hard night or tough morning?”

“Yes. Tick. All of the above.” She slumped forward, words muffled against the counter.

A sharp ding rang out from the doorway, a cold breeze sweeping in, prompting her to huddle closer to the steaming cup in hand. Zig let out a barely there sigh as a small group of people edged closer to him.

“Looks like I'm needed. I hope you get some sleep. Or figure out whatever's eating you. Or...well you never really said what was wrong. Just...Keep swimming?”

She felt herself thaw a little bit, a giggle managing to slip out.

“You are such a dork. Thanks Zig. I'll just swim home now.”

She quietly collected herself, slipping past the small line of people that had already started to form.

As she reached for the handle of the door, her attention caught sight of the shop window. The bottom half of it was lined with paper, the same words repeated on each piece. She must have been more desperate for coffee than she realised before if she walked past this without even noticing. She felt herself gravitate towards the posters, feeling overwhelmed with the sudden knowledge that this was for her.

Day Sixteen - I am in love with a memory. I am in love with a future. I am in love with possibility. I am in love with you x.

Her vision blurred as tears welled up in her eyes, but she fought to keep them at bay. Reading over the words again and again, she tried desperately to memorize them, wanting to think back on them when she was in a better frame of mind.

Realising she was a partial obstruction in the doorway, she pulled herself together and out into the bitterly cold winter morning.

She shuffled along the pathway home, repeating the words constantly, until she came to a halt in front of a street light. Plastered around the base of the light was a copy of the poster, same words sprawled over the paper.

Looking up and into the distance of her route home, her eyes focused, and she counted four street lights and two information signs, the same poster clearly visible even from where she stood. He'd had a busy morning!

Continuing on at a steady pace, she reached the large statue that stood in the middle of campus, her mouth gaping open at the sight in front of her. It was covered head to toe in posters. How was that even possible? How on Earth did he make it all the way to the top? And is that James?!

He was stood, gloved fingertips smoothly running over the words, adoration etched on his face, oblivious to her presence.

“Looks like someone's got it bad.” Her voice was soft and low, yet James still stumbled backwards, clearly startled.

“So that's what a heart attack feels like. I always did wonder.” He exhaled loudly, tightly clutching on to his chest.

She raised an eyebrow in his direction. “If that's what you spend your time thinking about then I have to say, I'm a little concerned about you.”

He let out a low rumble, his broad smile proving to be infectious as she broke out into a grin of her own.

Taking a step closer, his eyes glossed over as he took the words in once more. Watching him intensely, she noticed his eyes shift awkwardly from the statue back to her.

Tugging on the scarf tightly wound around his neck, recognition finally set in. He was nervous. Had she just caught him admiring his own handy work?

Day 17.

“Can you even be in love with someone without knowing who they are? This guy could show up on Christmas day, have two heads, no teeth, a few extra limbs, and I’d still want to marry him!” Zack swooned.

“Oh God, well what if that does happen and I can’t find it in me to love him? Does that make me a terrible person?”

“The guy went all Spiderman and scaled a huge statue for you. He could have died for you! Are you really telling me you’ll turn him down after that?” Zack pointed a finger angrily in her direction.

“Zack you need to chill! We said we were having a crisis chat, let’s do this.” Kaitlyn said, standing in the middle of them both.

They both grumbled in response, heads reluctantly nodding.

“Now then, I may have got a bit carried away, but I’ve actually been working on this for a few days…” Kaitlyn continued, as she fumbled around the back of the sofa.

“Is that a binder? And are those highlighters?”

Kaitlyn clutched the binder tight to her chest, back turned to them as a touch of pink splashed her cheeks.

“You don’t have post it notes in there do you?” Zack queried, attempting to peer into the binder.

“Errr no?”

“You sure about that? You don’t sound it.”

“Okay you two, this isn’t helping, let’s move on.”

“Fine. But I’m adding you to the suspect list.” Zack retorted, eyes narrowed at Kaitlyn.

“Come on then. Where do we start with this? Tell us what you’ve got Kaitlyn.”

“I think we can narrow this down to three people. Chris, James and Zig.”

“And Kaitlyn. And Edgar.”

“No to both of those.” Kaitlyn worked hard to not give Zack the reaction she knew he craved.

“I agree.” She replied, before Zack could start up another argument.

“Fine. Be boring. Okay so Chris, James and Zig it is. Everyone knows you and Chris were together that first year.”

“We weren’t ever official and it wasn’t the whole year!”

“Well maybe that’s it! What if Chris always wanted it to be official and never wanted to break it off?”

“I hate to agree with Zack, but he’s basically just covered my Chris theory.” Kaitlyn added, ignoring Zack’s attempts at a fist bump.

“Hmm. Okay, who’s next?”

“Next we have my personal front runner, James. He’s always had a thing for you. He stepped back when you were with Chris, maybe he was waiting for the right moment? And do I even need to bring up the fake fiancee plot twist? I bet he secretly wishes it had all been real.” Kaitlyn chatted animatedly, pausing a few times to point out notes she’d made, and even a sketch of an obnoxiously large diamond ring.

“So that just leaves Zig.”

“Ahh Zigmund. Zig Zag. The Ziggster. Zig-azig-ahh.”

She raised her eyebrows at Kaitlyn, perplexed.

“Sorry, got a bit carried away there. Zig is a dark horse. Quiet, brooding type on the outside, but I reckon if we were to knock him out and crack him open he’d be all sweetness and light inside.”

“You couldn’t have just said he was a total babe?” Zack’s face screwed up in disgust.

“Well sure but he’s so much more. So here’s the thing, you and Zig were having a bit of fun before all that drama at my gig right? I know you’ve made up, but you never kissed and made up. What if Zig is harbouring strong feelings for you?”

“Okay.”

“Okay? That’s all you’ve got? This took me hours, there’s still so much more we could go over.” Kaitlyn whined.

“Who do you think it is?” She blinked, cutting to the chase.

“I told you, my money is on James. Aside from all the reasons I already gave you, these are big romantic gestures, someone’s gone to a lot of trouble to make this perfect. Strikes me as the kind of thing James would be good at.”

“And I think it’s Chris. I remember how he used to look at you, and come to think of it, I’m certain he still does. Plus, he’s definitely up to something, that guy has been glued to his phone recently.” Zack added, nudging her gently in the side.

“Looks like I’m Team Zig then.” She smirked, teasing them both with a wink.

Zack sprang to his feet and rushed towards the door as a loud knock sounded out.

“Can I change my vote? I’m with Kaitlyn, because this right here is screaming out James’s name.”

He carefully retraced his steps, handing over a large glass candle, a bottle of bubble bath and a box of pretty bath bombs, trusty post it note stuck to the side.

Day Seventeen - The time to relax is when you don’t have time for it x.

“Yep. That is so James.” Kaitlyn muttered, as she read the note over her shoulder.

Days 18-19.

Tagging: @zigortega4life @emerald-bijou @krsnlove @darley1101 @syltti78 @mrsdrakewalkerblog @jared2612

[sweethails]

Prompt List #7 (Q-V)

Send a request with the number(s) and which prompt list it’s from if you don’t give me the prompt list I will just assume its from #1. and also Give me the character you want!  

[Example request]: Can I please have number 2 from prompt list #7 and number 72 from prompt list #10 for peter parker where the reader finds out Pete’s spiderman

You can send in your own prompt(s) or just send in a request without one. these are here to use at your leisure (Most of these are not mine. Credit goes to those who made them.) I am add to this list occasionally so check back later for new ones. This is prompt #7 (Q-V)

I do not take straight up smut requests even if some prompts sound slightly dirty. (I might change my mind who knows send me your smut request and i might decide to do it) There may be some repeat prompts but bare with me I’m trying to clean them up. Thanks enjoy!!!!!!

There are 282 prompts in this list

Quick, pretend your talking to me."

Quit beating me up!"

Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You’re pissing me off."

Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that."

Really? Right now?"

Really?"

Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person."

Remember that time I said I thought you were cool? I lied."

Remember that ‘I owe you’ you gave me? Well this is it. You ARE wearing this couples costume"

Remember when I asked for your opinion? Me neither."

Remember when we were little?"

Remind me to kill you. Please."

Rise and shine, motherfucker."

Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change."

Run for it!"

RUN YOU IDIOT! RUN!"

Run!"

Running seems to be all you’re good at."

Safety first. What are you? FIVE?"

Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity."

Say what?"

Scaring the kids? You already do that without a mask"

Scientists say the universe is made up of neutrons, protons and electrons. They forgot to mention morons."

Scoot over.  I wanna sit next to you."

Seriously!?! The powers out?"

Seriously, staring at me won’t get me to be your new years date."

Sex doesn’t make you any better at playing Overwatch."

She always burned so brightly."

She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips."

She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack."

She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage."

She’s dead…"

She’s hiding behind the sofa."

She’s hot, but she’s evil."

She’s lost without you."

She’s not yours."

Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was really."

Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go."

Shhh. I know."

Shhh…  You need to be quiet."

Shooting star. Make a wish."

Should we decorate Fall or Halloween themed?"

Shouldn’t you be with him/her?"

Show me what’s behind your back."

Shut up and kiss me already."

Shut up and kiss me."

Shut up."

Since when have we ever been friends?"

Sing along with me"

Sirf tum hi ho"

Sit down and eat the damn food!"

Sit in my lap."

Sit on my lap"

Sit still"

Sleep in your car if you don’t like it."

Smile!"

Snow angels!"

Snowball fight!!!"

So am I supposed to be weirded out that you’re a werewolf? Dude, I know."

So I was driving past a pet store and couldn’t help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home.."

So stick that in your juice box and suck it."

So that’s it? It’s over?"

So turns out people from my school are actual vampires but that’s cool because the chances of me becoming a vampire just went up."

So, is Halloween your favourite time of year by default then?"

Some people just need a high-five. In the face. With a chair."

Somebody’s cranky.Somebody needs to shut up."

Someday you’ll go far… and I hope you stay there."

Something’s not right…"

Sometimes I forget my middle name."

Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies."

Sometimes I really don’t like you"

Sometimes I really don’t like you."

Sometimes I wish the sun wouldn’t go down."

Sometimes you have to think of yourself as a priority."

Son of a bitch."

Sorry doesn’t fix everything."

Sorry I ruined your birthday and summoned a demon, but they were real nice. They even helped us bake the cake."

Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!"

Sorry I’m late."

Sorry, this is just really different from our constant arguing."

Sorry. I don’t speak skank."

Sorry."

Sorry… I wasn’t born with a filter."

Sort yourself out first."

Sounds like you have a problem."

So… Looks like we’re the only ones without dates, huh."

Stand up."

Stay awake."

Stay here tonight."

Stay with me forever."

Stay with me"

Stay"

Stay."

Step out that door andIswear we’re done."

Stop being difficult."

Stop being so cute."

Stop being such a baby."

Stop biting that fucking lip!"

Stop copying me."

Stop distracting me!"

Stop distracting me"

Stop eating the kids’ candies."

Stop hogging all the blankets!"

Stop ignoring me…"

STOP INTERRUPTING ME!"

Stop it."

Stop making empty promises!"

Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not."

Stop staring at me."

Stop stroking your plushie."

Stop teasing me so much…"

Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night."

Stupidity Isn't a crime, so you’re free to go."

Such big evil in such a little thing."

Summoning a monster.

Sure.  Why not?"

Sweetie, I’m gonna need you to put those few remaining brain cells together and work with me here, okay?"

Take a picture, it’ll last longer."

Take me home. Now."

Take my jacket. It’s cold outside."

Take off your shirt."

Take that back!"

Take your medicine."

Talk to me."

Tea is so much better than cocoa!"

Tell her the truth!"

Tell me a story."

Tell me once more"

Tell me this isn’t you."

Tell me what’s wrong."

Tell me you need me."

Thank you, Captain Obvious."

Thank you, for everything."

Thanks for helping me back there."

Thanks for nothing."

Thanks for the gift… I guess."

Thanks for the.. Uh.. Gift?"

That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth."

That is way too expensive."

That look in his eyes. That was enough to tell me he didn’t feel the same anymore."

That night never happened!"

That was an order."

That was kind of hot."

That was last year's theme."

That was supposed to be me, not him."

That was unexpected."

That was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done."

That wasn’t funny."

That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?"

That’s doing me head in"

That’s how the story goes."

That’s in the past."

That’s just adorable."

That’s my theme song."

That’s never going to happen."

That’s new."

That’s not even fair."

That’s not fair."

That’s not gonna happen."

That’s not helping."

That’s perfect for them!"

That’s starting to get annoying"

That’s sweet."

The bow was perfect before, but then I got paranoid and had to check to make sure it was still in there."

The corner store didn’t have your favorite, so I got you this instead."

The diamond in your engagement ring is fake."

The female of the species is more deadly than the male."

The first second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were."

The girl is strange no question."

The government didn’t give me a choice."

The house is so warm."

The kids said they miss you but they don’t want you to come home."

The kids, they ambushed me."

The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids."

The last thingIsaid was for him to never come back."

The least you could do is not hog the blanket."

The moment you saw me as a bet was the moment you fucked up."

The nights still young."

The night’s still young."

The one day I can return to this realm, and this is the greeting I get?"

The only way you’ll ever get laid is if you crawl up a chicken’s ass and wait."

The racoon did it

The store ran out of Easter eggs."

The trash gets picked up tomorrow. Be ready."

The tree looks… Nice…"

The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor."

The way I feel when I’m with you…"

The world can be amazing when you’re slightly strange."

The world was too cruel for us."

Then come here and make me."

There are some remarkably dumb people in this world. Thanks for helping me understand that."

There are some things you’re just going to have to let go."

There is no us, there never was."

There is no ‘us’."

There is nothing on this Earth that you could do to make me go back to you."

There is nothing wrong with you."

There is nothing you could do to make me love you any less. Okay? My love doesn’t come with strings."

There was never an us."

There were two so I figured one was mine-"

There’s a fucking ghost in our bedroom."

There’s a herd of them!"

There’s always another way."

There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendship."

There’s no way I’m going out in that weather!"

There’s nothing I can do anymore."

There’s nothing quite like being lied to, is there?"

There’s only one bed."

There’s only one bed…"

There’s so much blood."

There’s so much snow in my boots."

There’s someone for everyone, and the person for you is a psychiatrist."

They can’t hurt you anymore."

They didn’t deserve you."

They hide paper towels in their room and I don’t know why."

They may not understand you, but I do."

They’re going to love you, don’t worry!"

They’re gone."

They’re kind to everyone, even me. I guess that was my weakness all along."

They’re monsters."

They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off."

They’re right behind me aren’t they?"

They’re so cute when they’re asleep."

They’re your best friend before anything else."

This always happens"

This has to stay between you and me."

This is a totally inappropriate soundtrack."

This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you."

This is an excellent time for you to become a missing person."

This is awkward."

This is definitely going on Snapchat."

This is delicious!"

This is fucking boring"

This is fun.Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body."

This is girl talk, so leave."

This is going to hurt."

This is hard for me too."

This is just great."

This is new."

This is the best cookie I’ve very eaten."

This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done."

This is the fifth night this month, just tell me what’s going on."

This is the opposite of whatItold you to do."

This is the worst cookie I’ve ever eaten."

This is who I am. Nobody said you had to like it."

This is why I fell in love with you."

This is why you’re my best friend"

This isn’t fair!"

This isn’t going to go very well, now is it?"

This isn’t goodbye."

This isn’t my idea of a good time."

This isn’t what I wanted."

This isn’t what it looks like."

This isn’t who I am."

This isn’t your fault, okay? I promise."

This isn’t your fault, okay?"

This is… exactly what it looks like."

This place gives me the creeps."

This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad."

This place is a mess."

This place is creepy."

This shall be my day! Why? Because I declared it!"

This should be against some sort of rule."

This tastes horrible."

This was a mistake."

This was fun— Let's do it again sometime!"

This wasn’t meant to be a date, but we’ve had such a good time and now it’s 2am and I should really go home…

Thou shall not enter thy room, heathen!"

Thought I might find you here"

Three cups of coffee wasn’t enough?"

Time changes people."

Transformation!

Trick or Treat?"

Truce"

Trust me."

Trust you? You don’t know the meaning of the word."

Truth hurts, doesn’t it?"

Try it"

Tu hali iyk zaalim hai"

Um.. somebody broke that."

Um… I’d rather not."

Up to roasting marshmallows?"

Volunteering at a Haunted House.

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[artradhikita]

The time I started writing a comic book / graphic novel (Part 2 of idk how many, this may take a while LOL)

This is Part 2.

Click here for Part 1: 

https://artradhikita.tumblr.com/post/618740135510540288/the-time-i-started-writing-a-comic-book-graphic

@azonip​ btw did I mention my character, Alex, was a ninja? XD

Yep, this is the first drawing of Alex in his ninja getup. Pose was referenced from a poster of Spiderman XD

So yeah, this guy is a ninja from San Francisco and his friends are werewolves basically. I started writing a story like a script of a play on a text document, not even microsoft word.

I am posting the first ever draft of the utterly ridiculous and awesome story I wrote when I was 20 (please don’t judge!). Here it is. Yes, the original title was “The Brotherhood of Wolves” which I thought was perfect until I realized there’s a movie with that title and that pissed me off because then I felt I had to change it.

Copy-paste of the original first draft:

the brotherhood of wolves

it is a dark cloudy day, a young man (alex) is working at the japanese antique shop when a strange man walks in. the man picks up a sword.

alex: can i help you? that's an ancient samurai sword used in battle. it's one of our most treasured items.

the man examines the sword. then swings it.

alex: do you have a name?

the man suddenly points it at alex and smirks. alex is surprised but doesn't flinch.

man: i know who you are alexander cadeyrn. i've been watching you for some time now. you work in an antique shop and you are the lead guitarist in your little rock band....but all that is just a cover for something more secret. and i know your secret, alexander.

alex: who are you?

man: i'm here to tell you that you and your gang are not alone, and you have enemies. we run this town and all the land around it, and we don't like it when people get in our way. i strongly suggest you and your friends leave herrington and go back to where you came from, or face the consequences. *alex glares at him* you don't want to know me, alexander, i am not a friendly man. but if you stick around, i promise i will make your life hell, and all those around you will also suffer. consider yourself warned.

puts down the sword and begins to walk away. he pauses and looks over his shoulder.

man: my name is rafa morton. don't forget it, because if you don't leave you'll be cursing my name until your last breath. *walks out the door*

alex stands there, his eyes towards the door, in deep thought.

end.

a week later...

alex is standing in front of a group of young people, talking to them.

alex: okay guys. i'm going to go pick up my sister. remember, we're just a band trying to make it in the music scene. we share this house. not a word about the brotherhood or wolves or any of that stuff. she doesn't know any of it and i'd like to keep it that way. if i had i my way i wouldn't have let her come at all, but my mom's out of town and lucy's not allowed to be at home alone all winter break. so be careful, don't slip up.

kai: chill out alex, we've managed to keep it a secret from the rest of the world. this'll be easy.

alex: the rest of the world doesn't live with us. she's going to be here for 2 weeks! please, just keep it under control until she leaves.

myrina: don't worry, if anyone steps outta line i'll put them back in. *winks*

alex: i'll be back in 20 minutes.

alex drives towards the station thinking: *damn it lucy, i don't want you to get caught up in my life. half the reason i moved so far away was to keep you from getting hurt. if my enemies find out about you they'll use you to get to me. i just know you coming here is trouble.*

alex arrives at the greyhound bus station and sees lucy with her backpack. he calls out to her and waves. lucy runs over and hugs her brother.

lucy: alex! thanks for picking me up. it's so great to see you again!

alex: it's great to see you too. i can't believe how much you've grown! sorry i missed your 18th birthday.

lucy: yeah, you owe me for that. *smiles*

they drive away and return to alex's house.

lucy: wow, this is where you live? it's a big house.

alex: it's got 5 bedrooms, i share with my band mates.

they go into the large living room and are greeted by the others.

alex: guys this is lucy. lucy this is ralph cheveyo, quan randolf, his sister myrina randolf, and you remember kai, don't you?

lucy: *waves* hi everyone. hello kai.

kai: *staring at her* lucy, wow, you've really grown up. last time i saw you was that christmas party 2 years ago. *laughs*

lucy: oh...yeah, i remember. *looks embarrassed*

lucy has a flashback. she is 16 years old and wearing a fluffy blue dress, sitting alone in a hall full of well dressed men and women. it is the christmas ball her mother's club has organized, and she is not happy to be there.

sorelle: lucy! stop frowning, you look positively miserable and it's really off-putting.

lucy: maybe that's because i am! mom, please, why did you make me wear this stupid dress, i didn't even want to come in the first place. *crosses arms and pouts*

sorelle: i worked hard to put this event together, it would be nice if my own daughter would show me some support. all the other girls are having a great time. why don't you join them.

lucy: what!? no! they're bitches.

sorelle: lucy eira cadeyrn, you watch your language!

alex enters with kai and walks over to lucy.

lucy: alex! *jumps up and hugs him* *whispers: please get me out of here!*

alex: *laughs* lucy you look like cotton candy.

sorelle: she does not! she looks lovely. as for you alex, it's good to see you back from santa cruz for the holidays. but couldn't you wear something more suitable? jeans and t-shirt just isn't classy. *pauses* oh hello kai! nice to see you. how are your parents?

kai: hi mrs. cadeyrn. they're good.

sorelle: oh look who just arrived! i'll see you later my darlings. *walks off*

lucy: hey kai.

kai: hi lucy. haven't seen you since we left for college. you've grown.

lucy: *shrugs* it happens.

alex: how's everything been?

lucy: ugh. since dad died, mom's been working twice as hard to turn me into "a lady". as you can see.

alex: *laughs* you look alright though. *lucy rolls her eyes* no really, the dress sucks but you look nice.

lucy: *smiles* thanks.

a group of girls see lucy and walk up to her.

jessica: wow, lucy.

lucy: *scowling* hi jessica.

jessica: i like your dress. it's...umm....interesting. don't you think so ashley?

ashley: yeah. what are you supposed to be, cinderella?

they giggle, lucy glares, and alex crosses his arms.

jessica: *flirtatiously* oh, hi alex! how's college life?

alex: you'll find out when you're mature enough. come on lucy, let's get going.

they walk out.

kai: ever been to a pink floyd concert, lucy?

lucy: no.

kai: you're about to.

lucy snaps out of her flashback.

kai: good times, huh?

lucy: *smiles* yeah.

alex: lucy, myrina's offered to let you stay with her in her room. you can bring your stuff up there.

myrina: come on, i'll show you around.

lucy: thanks.

they go upstairs and enter myrina's room. she sits on the bed.

myrina: you can put your stuff on that shelf. i made a little space for you. hope it's enough. the bathroom is the next door on the left and next to that is my brother's room. across from him is ralph's room and  kai's room. alex has the room downstairs. we usually chill out in the living room, but when the weather is good we go out into the back yard.

*she points out the window and lucy leans over it to look*

lucy: wow it's pretty big! you've got a redwood tree in there! and a whole forest behind your house!

myrina: *laughs* yeah, it's great. i took the responsibility of keeping the yard nice and pretty. see the fountain back there? that was totally my doing. these guys don't care about how it looks, but they appreciate my efforts. it was a mess when we got here, all overgrown and stuff. although, kai says it looked better that way. he thinks i'm silly for trying to tame nature.

lucy: tell him you're not taming it, you're just leading it in the right direction. i like it, looks really feng shui.

myrina: yeah that was the idea. alex practices his fighting out there in the lawn a lot. he says the atmosphere helps him focus.

lucy: i think i'm going to like my two weeks here.

end.

it's a foggy winter's day. lucy walks through a large evergreen forest. there are snow drops growing in little patches on the forest floor. she picks one and leans against a tree.

lucy: i wish i had a forest next to my back yard. alex doesn't know how lucky he is.

she walks a little further, she suddenly slips on some wet leaves and cuts her hand on a sharp rock.

lucy: ouch!

she sits up and looks at the cut, then closes her eyes and puts her hand over it. it stops bleeding and it heals. the skin repairs itself. she is left with nothing but a bloodstain on her sleeve.

lucy stands up and looks around. she begins walking again but stops dead in her tracks. she sees a wolf approaching nearby. the wolf sees her and stops. it stares. she stares back. lucy feels frightened, but somewhat awed at the same time. the wolf is enormous. lucy knows it could kill her in one leap. she doesn't move, she hardly breathes.

the wolf slowly moves towards her, stopping several times as if to consider. the wolf comes right up to her and sniffs her. his eyes are level with hers, and she stands looking straight into them. lucy understands that the wolf will not harm her. she slowly raises her hand and touches the wolf's fur. she smiles, and the wolf smiles back with it's amber eyes.

lucy gives the wolf the snow drop, who takes it between his very sharp teeth.

the wolf walks away into the woods and disappears. lucy doesn't move for a while, then she begins walking back to the house.

end.

3 weeks later

it's nightime. kai and alex are walking down the street. alex is on the phone to lucy.

lucy: thanks big brother, i had a really great 2 weeks with you. and your friends are actually kinda cool.

alex: it was good to see you too. i'm really proud of you lucy, you've learned a lot and grown into a wonderful, strong person.

lucy: alex, don't. you're making me want to cry. *laughs*

alex: how's mom?

lucy: same as always, but she's a bit more cheerful since she got back from puerto rico.

alex: that's good to hear. anyway, i gotta go. i'll call you soon. take care of yourself kid.

lucy: i'm not a kid!

alex: *laughs* okay, bye lucy.

lucy: bye bye.

alex hangs up and he and kai begin to walk toward his car. they hear shouting and running footsteps down a nearby alleyway and go to investigate. a man is being cornered by two hooded men.

alex: hey! didn't you know it's not nice for both of you to gang up on one man like that? someone might think you're afraid of a real fight.

both the hooded men turn around to look at kai and alex. one of them speaks.

man 1: oh look fred. it seems we have unwanted guests at the dinner table. shall we invite them in?

fred: *to alex* whoever you are, you would do well to leave us alone. we have no quarrel with you. let us do our business and we will not harm you.

kai: where are these guys from, the 18th century?

cornered man: please! don't leave me with these monsters! they're going to kill me!

man 1: the entree speaks! come on fred, enough faffing. i'm hungry, and this man's heart is pumping hot blood, just for us! i say we finish these intruders off and get on with our meal.

alex: what are you? cannibals?

fred: shut up aeron! you have revealed too much already. *to alex* i told you to leave us be, now we must eliminate you.

fred and aeron attack kai and alex. their hoods fall back, revealing their pale faces, black eyes, and fangs.

kai: vampires!!!

a vicious battle ensues. alex fights fred but he is incredibly swift. aeron jumps on top of kai and attempts to sink his teeth in him, but kai suddenly pushes him off with supernatural force and transforms into an enormous wolf.

aeron: were-wolf! you can't kill me, i am immortal!

kai springs on aeron, dashing him to the ground. he slashes him with his claws but aeron gets free. meanwhile alex is struggling to fight off fred, he delivers many powerful punches but fred doesn't seems to even feel them. fred slams alex against a wall and attempts to kill him, but alex plunges a sharp knife into his belly and slices it open. fred screams and retreats with aeron.

aeron: *screaming* you have not seen the last of us! one day you will feel the wrath of rafa and the sanguines!!!

alex: rafa! so he's the one behind all this.

man in the corner: *looks at kai, who is still a wolf* what the hell is going on here!?!??! *runs away*

alex: come on, kai. i think it's safe to turn back to human now.

end.

it is dusk on a cool late winter's day. the orange rays of the sunset filter through a lush evergreen forest. 4 wolves are bounding across the forest floor. they come across a gorge, 3 of the wolves stop but the other accelerates and jumps over it.

myrina: kai! will you please not be so reckless?

kai looks at them from across the gorge and howls.

ralph: knucklehead. *he backtracks, then runs and jumps over the gorge.*

myrina: ralph! see what a bad influence you are kai!

ralph: it's really not that bad. come on!

myrina and quan both jump across the gorge. kai snaps at myrina's tail and then rolls on the ground.

quan: *laughing* you look like a puppy who just got a new toy.

myrina: stop acting like an animal.

kai: i am an animal! and so are you, so quit stressing and have fun!

kai snaps at quan's paws. ralph chases after myrina, the two run around in circles and then disappear into the woods. kai and quan look at each other.

quan: looks like we've been ditched.

kai: *laughs* race ya!

the two bolt off once again.

end.

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Different | 03

Summary: You weren’t like them. You didn’t submit yourself to experiments, unlike them, you didn’t have a choice in becoming what you were. Now, years later Mr. Stark has sent you over to Queens to watch over one of his newest proteges in order to get your mind off of your sister.

Word Count: 3,247

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader/Spiderman x Reader

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

A/N: Alright, I said I’d make this longer but honestly, I wanted to finish it early for you guys so I decided that 3,000 would be my average word count. Hope you guys like it. You all super effing rock btw for getting my other chapters to 200+ which is like so friggin amazing! Sorry about the action scenes, I am just shit at writing those. I might not update for the rest of the week though, because I really need to finish writing for my other fan account, but I’ll be sure to work on the next chapter when I get some time. Thanks for all the love and feedback, I love you guys!

You reach the abandoned gas station just in time to see Spiderman fling himself off the building towards a moving truck that the villain, who Michelle insisted on calling Vulture after you briefed her on what you were doing, just took over. Instead of joining the good fight in the truck, you decided to stay on top of the truck, waiting for a chance to ambush Vulture. You reach in you leg strap pocket and take out the tiny black metallic ball, a device you designed back when you stayed at the Stark compound. You press both sides of the sphere and it automatically unfolds into a tiny version of Ironman except this was painted black.

“Trail Spiderman. Connect AV comms.” You speak into your watch as the iron bot nods and flies to the entrance of the truck.

You sit there for hours when to your surprise, two green circular glowing eyes meet your own. It flies up into the air, taking you by the hands, and without you noticing it, he knocks one of the cubes he attached to the truck earlier, making the entryway into the truck completely disappear, and locking Peter inside.

You struggle to break free from his grasp, without your hands, you could create dark energy to escape your current predicament. As soon as you're dropped, you land head first into a tree branch and drop onto the floor beneath a tree, you stand up quickly, looking around you, you no longer have sight of the highway, instead you're surrounded by trees, and the waiting Vulture ready to attack.

You tread carefully, and then all at once, you fly your hands in his direction, covering his metallic wings. He chuckles before slowly reaching up to press a button near his covered mouth and high pitched sonic screams engulf your ear, making you lose focus and successfully releasing his wings. You cover your ears, and press as hard as you can, when you see him approaching your kneeling figure in the dirt.

You wince at the continuous high pitched screams, "What do you want?!" You shut your eyes tight.

He kneels down next to you on one knee, slowly pressing the button once again to make the noise stop; he grabs the back of his mask, pulling it free from his head and chuckles, "What do I want?" He looks up, scratching his chin, "I want you and your little Spider boyfriend to stop meddling in my business. You better hope to God I don't find out who you are unless you want me killing you right where you stand." He stands up, puts his helmet back on and starts to walk away, "Just know that the only reason I'm keeping you alive is so you relay this to that Spider freak." That's where he leaves you, grabbing the mulch filled dirt in pain.

You didn't have a choice, in your current state using your dark energy wasn't an option, so you started on your journey back to the hotel. You arrive just shy of five in the morning, you knock on the door quietly with your head, unable to conjure up the strength to even lift your hands.

Michelle opens the door, looking above your head, but looks down in horror when you collapse on her, "Oh my God! Y/N?! What happened to you?!" She pulls you inside.

"Jesus Christ, you're bleeding out on the bed." She sighs.

You blinding look around, everything turning blurry, "I-I don't know w-why I'm bleeding."

She grabs the closest ice pack and presses it to the side of your head, "Yeah? Well you are, your jaw is bruised too. You lip is cut open." She tilts your head to the side, "Your head is busted slightly, and it looks like you collided with something sharp looking at this gnarly scar stemming from wound." She sighs, "You look pretty fucking beat up Y/N."

You laugh hollowly, “Yeah, well I was pretty fucking beat.” You try to sit up, before she's pushing you back down, "I have to get to my computer-"

"God dammit Y/N, are you really willing to risk your own life for whatever phantom you're chasing with Peter? You've done your job! Now let the adults handle it!" She holds you down, and presses the ice pack harsher on your wound, making you wince, "You don’t need to do their job. He doesn't even know who you are under that mask."

You open your eyes, finally seeing her, "He...doesn't need to." You breathe out, "We need..." you gasp out in pain, "to save everybody." You lose consciousness.

By the time you wake up, it's around two in the afternoon. You look around before a wincing pain from the side of your head feels like it’s slapped you across the face, when you touch it, it starts to ache even more, but at least the blood's stopped. You look at Michelle’s bed; your decathlon jacket is placed on her bed. Upon realizing why you were here, you get up, and walk into the bathroom, looking at the mirror, "I look like shit." You sigh, before getting into the shower. You stretch your sore muscles upon coming out of the shower and you find MJ’s note, explaining where they were. You got dressed and you walked towards the Championship venue, which according to Michelle's note is directly across the Washington monument, you walk in slowly and Mr. Goldstein is the first to greet you.

"Y/N!" He grasps your shoulders, "I heard what happened with the stairs. Next time, make sure that the ice bucket isn't leaking melted water when going up the stairs alright?"

You nod slowly, "Yeah, sorry. That was on me." You look at the team, the MC announces that it's the final round, "Mr. Goldstein, could I may be participate?"

He smiles brightly, "O-of course! Hold on." He moves toward the stage, "Flash! Flash! Get off the stage! Y/N's taking your place!"

Flash gapes at him as Mr. Goldstein pushes you forward onto the stage where you take over Flash's seat after he storms off stage.

"Alright! This is the final question which will determine out winner!" He looks to the left and then to the right at your team, "This metal alloy is an extremely stable molecular structure which prevents it from being further molded even if the temperature is high enough to keep it in its liquefied form. In its solid form, it is described as a dark, shiny gray like high-grade steel or titanium, in this state, it is indestructible, and when molded to a sharp edge, it can penetrate lesser material with minimal force."

You ding the bell quickly, "Midtown Science!" The MC calls out.

You look at the MC, then to your teammates, which makes you realize, Peter wasn't here, "A-Adamantium."

A loud buzz breaks the tension in the room and balloons and confetti are being released, "And Midtown High takes the win with A-adamantium!" The MC copied your stuttering.

Cheers are surrounding you and hugs are thrown your way, you catch Flash taking the trophy straight out of the MC’s hands, but you remember; Peter isn’t here, he’s supposed to be here. He was supposed to be here way earlier than when you made it back, but he wasn’t.

A hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you out of the venue is what gets your attention; it was Michelle, “They want to go see the Washington Monument.” She sighs, “Besides, nobody’s here.” She points out, “Are you…?” She points to her head with a little twirling gesture, “Y’know, are you like fine up there? I mean you lost a lot of blood.”

You furrow your eyebrows and blink in quick successions, there was nobody around anymore, “Yeah, I’m fine, um right, sorry I was thinking-“

“About Peter?” She gives you a smug smile, “Don’t worry about him... He’s Spiderman.” She waves as you two continue to walk toward the monument having been left behind by the team.

You walk into the monument having watched the hilarious exchange between Mr. Goldberg, Michelle, and her resistance to “go inside a monument built by slaves”. You stop by the metal detectors and look over at the Midtown Decathlon team waiting for the elevator to take them up as you dump your bag onto the basket that would scan for any weapons, once you get to the other side a security guard approaches you.

“Hope you don’t mind waiting for more people.” He begins walking back to his post, “It’s been a pretty slow day for tourists.” You look at your watch, it was already past three.

“It’s fine.” You keep turning to look back just in case Peter comes running through the entrance, but he doesn’t.

Suddenly, you felt the floor shake and the walls vibrate with a violet light shining through the cracks of the closed elevator doors; you looked around as the ceiling begins to crumble. You frantically turn in every possible angle, trying to find an exit point but all you see is a child whose body is trapped under the fallen piecing of the ceiling crying out for his mom and a hysterical woman trying to push back the security guards and in a moment of impulsiveness, you run and use your powers to lift the large rubble and broken pieces off to help the kid and as you carry him to transport him to his mother, you hear the tiniest of thank you’s in your very ear. However, just as you hand him off to his mother you hear the screams for help from the elevator, it doesn’t take you too long to look over the still closed doors, but that was all it took before the ceiling of the lobby completely falls apart and blocks the entrance.

With nobody around left to see you use your powers, you run to the elevator doors and pull them open with a great deal of concentration which has your already injured head pounding against you skull. You gasp into your mouth when you hear the screams clearer, with slow steps, you find yourself inside the elevator shaft, right where it would stop and you look up, you see the elevator but it’s already ready far up with a large hole on the floor, you spot a couple of sparks coming from the sides as the elevator seems to move, they must be moving inside or at least trying to get out of it.

You look to the blocked entrance and back up at the elevator, it would be the easiest thing to just lift the rubble with what little energy you had left and all you had to do was step out of the elevator. It’s the easiest choice, and to someone that wants to survive, it should be the only choice, but it’s not what you needed to do, not what you wanted (indent) to do. This was your life, and just like you told Peter back at that lake, somebody had to save the day. You completely understood what you would be risking, but it seems that trying at all is all the more better than leaving these people to die. This was your responsibility, this was the responsibility you shared with all the heroes out in the world, with Ironman, Captain America, your sister, and Peter, and knowing that you didn’t even need to hesitate or second guess your decision made it all the more clearer that you’d willingly die for these people if it meant saving them.

You close your eyes and form a familiar hand position near your stomach, you think of your sister, and of your brother. You were not going to die with the same sacrifice of saving the world as him, but you were going to willingly sacrifice everything for these people, and you were fine with that. You think back on how your sister made larger energy projections from bunching it up in her hands before aiming it, so you imitate her hands as you push your hands and arms towards the now falling elevator. You scream out in pain as you feel the blood spurting out your nose, but you don’t look away from the elevator, you push back harder, until you realize the weight is slowly being lifted. You watch it move up, until it stops on what you guess would be the floor everybody else had evacuated to, and then it’s falling completely. You stare at it dumbfounded with a lingering pain in your head and muscles, you feel your heart pound in your chest as if it was treasuring your last moment alive, like your heart would willingly stop if you asked it to, but you push through, you look down at the ground and smile, looking back up and releasing dark energy extending from your fingertips, you scream when you catch it and start extending the energy matter to push it up from where it already nearly touched your head. You push it up high enough before you spot large pipes surrounding it. With the quickest motion, you move one hand in the direction of the leftmost pipe, moving it along so it runs along on the left side of the bottom of the elevator which has you gasping in pain; you move onto the other sides, it has you sighing when you succeed in stopping the elevator. You drop to your knees, and slump, but when you look up something tiny and metallic catches your eye, it looks like a tiny metallic spider.

You hear distant screaming, but you never feel him plop down on the ground next to you. You shut your eyes in anticipation for Spiderman himself hanging upside-down, with your arms feeling slightly numb, you muster up enough strength to bring the jacket over your nose and wipe it, and when you turn to look behind you, he’s there.

He gives you a tiny salute, “H-hello-Ehem.” He clears his throat in order to deepen his voice, “Hello Ma’am. Do you need help getting up?”

You look back at him with a tired smile which probably shocks him.

“Oh my God.” The white part of his eyes retracts, “Holy shit what happened to you?” He touches your face softly, tracing your jaw before letting it linger on the bruise; he turns your head slightly to look at the side of your head.

You twitch slightly from his grasp before removing your head completely from his touch, “I’m fine.” You stand up slowly, with wobbly feet, “Is everyone safe?”

He tilts his head, “Is everyone saf-?” His voice gets louder, “How about you?! Were you safe?! What if you died here?”

You smile a tired smile and say the one thing that shocks him, “What if everyone else died up there?” You look back at him and remember that he doesn’t even know you survived, “This black plasma thing helped me.” You look up at the still elevator, “Got that thing to stay up there and to be honest, the black energy didn’t look like something you could conjure up from mixing chemicals.”

He looks around, “Black energy?” He mumbles, “So she must have saved you…” He trails off.

He suddenly stops speaking, and then looks directly at you without moving, “This tiny voice in my suit says I should kiss you.” He points at his head and pulls his mask off up to the nose, “And for once in my damn life, I’m not going to think about the consequences.” He pulls you in to kiss him.

You break apart first, clearing your throat, “I-I can’t. I’m sorry.” You look down.

He chuckles to himself, “It’s alright, even if that was an option. Some crazy girl with powers is in love with me.” He sighs, “You just remind me of someone I really want to protect.” He pulls his mask back on just as the authorities manage to dig all the rubble out of the way, and find you, Spiderman already gone. You follow one of the medics who has placed and orange blanket around your shoulders, where she leads you to the nearby ambulance and properly treats your wounds.

“Y/N!” You hear the panic filled voice feet away before you’re being embraced by your best friend.

You close your eyes and laugh softly, “I can hear your heart MJ, and it’s beating so fast.”

She pulls away, crouching so you’re looking her in the eye, “That’s all thanks to you, you self-righteous, hero driven idiot!” She wipes her tears quickly, “What if you died in there?”

“I didn’t.”

“Oh God, you’re still an idiot.” She sobs.

You look for Spiderman, or Peter, given that he disappeared before the authorities found you and you realize the sun is no longer up which has you looking at your watch, showing you that it was already past six. Upon looking back up, you meet eyes with Peter who’s suddenly appeared, he’s looking at you, but with a face that looks as if he were contemplating something. He pulls his hoodie over his head and sticks his hands in his hoodie pockets and starts to approach you, which Michelle takes as a sign to leave.

He stops in front of you, “So Mr. Goldberg told me you fell down the stairs.”

You sigh and shrug, “I’m more interested in why you’re talking to me, Peter.” You look him squarely in the eye, “Last I remember, you pretty much broke my heart, so don’t take it personally if I tell you that you aren’t allowed to care about me.”

“But I do.” His answer is instant, he paces back and forth a few times before finally stopping, “Look, I’m sorry I told you that we couldn’t be toge-“

You jump up to stand directly in front of him, “Could you please not mention that bullshit again?” You cut him off, “I feel like that’s been ringing in my ears all this time, and I am so tired of it.”

He freezes which you take as an opportunity to continue, “We’re not perfect okay? We’re gonna keep secrets, everybody has them, and honestly whatever you’re keeping from me that has you thinking this way, I don’t care, Peter.” You grab his hands, “I have told myself time and time again that I shouldn’t even like you this much but even when I try, I feel myself loosening my grip. There are so many things I’m unsure of in this world, but I know that feeling this way isn’t one of them. So I don’t care if we can’t be together, Peter. I want to be, and I don’t know what bogus shit you were giving me with having to protect me, but I can put up a damn fight so you don’t have to protect me.” You pull him closer by the collar, “You’re all I want, Peter. No amount of “I can’t’s” can change that, and if you tell me you don’t feel the same then you’re a goddamn liar Peter Parker.” You kiss him, it takes a few seconds but he kisses back.

It’s only cut short by a slow clapping, which turns out the be Michelle, “About. Damn. Time you two.” She gives you a wink before going back to talk with Mr. Goldstein. You wanted to believe this would last, but you knew better, something was going to happen; you could feel it.

This time, Peter kisses you first.