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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 5 months

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Can I be the helpless victim? (Ghostface! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader x Ghostface! Peter B Parker) Part 2

Hiii! Tbh I wasn’t gonna make a second part but….. why not! Not proofread, also this is my first time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s cringy or badly written.

NSFW!!, Cursing,mentions of reader being drugged, Yandere Peter and Miguel, mentions readers dead boyfriend, Threesome, reader is chained up at beginning, double penetration, pussy slapping, ass slapping, reader gets fucked dumb, Miguel vaguely threatens ready but don’t actually hurt her,use of “good girl”, possessive Miguel and Peter, SMUT!! Non-Con/Dub-con, Dead Dove Do not eat, MDNI!

Word count: 1.4K

Part 1

Masterlist

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Your head was aching as you began to drift back into consciousness, what a weird dream…

You let out a yawn as you open your eyes, the after effects of your deep slumber made your vision blur, wincing at the harsh light from ceiling light. You go to rub your eyes, but stopping once you notice your wrists are oddly heavy, and the faint nose of medal clinking rang through your ears. The hair on the back of your neck stood up, the dull ache suddenly turning into a massive pounding as you suddenly recall your last waking moments, hitting you like a freight train.

It wasn’t a dream.

Your heart jumps up into your throat as your breath quickened, your hands start to shake as you begin to sit up, only to feel a pair of chains on your ankles as well. You quickly began to squirm on the unfamiliar king size bed, attempting to pull yourself out of the chains knowing full well all your struggling would only result in tiring you out, but your mind was too frantic to think rationally at the moment. Eventually, your arms began to ache from the heavy metal, and the rattling only made your headache worse so you took in a deep breath and cleared your throat, attempting to use your own saliva to lubricate your throat.

“H-hello!” You manage to croak, ignoring the burning that followed, looking around the room. You felt like you were in a fever dream, the room was almost a one by one replica of yours except bigger, and all the pics you had hung up featuring your (now dead) boyfriend were replaced with photos of… wait…

“Angelita…You're up?” A voice asked from the hall, before footsteps were heard, your blood ran cold once the voice found your ears. You know that accent anywhere. You didn’t even realize you were still in the angel/Juliet costume for Halloween on, until he called you that.

“M-Miguel? Is that you?” You already knew the answer though. Your voice shook slightly with each syllable despite your hardest attempts to keep it calm. “What’s-what’s going on?”

There was a small pause, silent growing over the room as you wait for an answer, the only noise where the footsteps drawing closer and the slight shuffling of your chains and sheets as you try to find a more comfortable position in the bed, it was hard though when your heartbeat was so rapid that you could feel it pulsating in your ears.

“Finally… I thought for a bit I had put too much chloroform on the rag I gave Miguel.” A second voice spoke, making you all the more confused upon seeing the two enter the room, but the confusion turned into panic once again once you realized who it belong too.

“Pete-Miguel- you guys gonna let me go.” You pleaded as you try to yank at the chains once more, “Please- please- I don’t know what you want but-“

“Cálmate Angelita… you’re gonna injure those delicate wrists of yours…” Miguel says in an eerily calm tone as he and Peter walked up to you, one on either side of the bed, Miguel wrapping his callous hand around your restant, before giving it a tight squeeze. A pained whimper leaving your lips as he does so, neither of you had to say it out right to know that was a warning. One that said “be a good girl or I’ll break your wrists” and you didn’t want to see if he was just bluffing or not, you knew now what he was capable. What both of them were capable of.

“Don’t-don’t hurt me! I’ll do whatever you want! Just don’t hurt me- don’t kill me!” The pleas came out rushed and frantic, letting them fall out of your mouth before your brain could stop the word vomit, fearing what would happen if you angered them for whatever reason. But instead of the angry reaction you were expecting, Peter smirked, a huff of air escaping through his nose as he leaned down, nuzzing your cheek with his nose. A deep and almost sadistic chuckle rumbles from his chest, his hot breath hitting your face, causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps. You wanted to move away but your body froze with fear as you felt his hand go to your stomach, before slowly trailing to the side then down, his index finger tracing a small heart over and over on the side of your hip.

“Anything?” Peter asked, and you swallowed down the limp that had formed in your throat.

Oh how you regret your words already.

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“What do you say?” Peter asked, almost mockingly.

“Hmm-ahh… ahhh…”

“Poor girl, can’t even think anymore… probably fucked her little brain into mush.” Miguel cooed.

Another whine leaves your lips, your eyes roll so far back Peter could only see the whites of your eyes as he continues to thrust his hips up, his stamina nor his pace wavering despite the two of them having their way with you for over an hour now. He couldn’t help the groan that leaves his lips when Miguel pulls you back to lean against his tan and sweaty chest with a hash tug of your hair, your whine somehow becoming even higher. No matter how much Miguel and Peter have been dreaming of this day, none of it compared to how it was actually happening. Your lewd and borderline pornographic sounds enough for the two grown men to feel like horny teens waking up from their first wet dream.

Expect this was so much better than a wet dream, any fantasy, because it was real. You had finally given yourself to them, even though it wasn't exactly much of a choice, being bound to happen eventually, but the sooner the better. First your body then your mind will follow, and if you don’t, they’ll just fuck you till they pushed any thoughts of resistance out with their cocks, making your brain leak away from between your legs.

You felt so impossibly full, how both could fit inside you was a complete miracle, and you were so overstimulated, your moans turning into nothing but whine and whimpers, the hickies they had riddled all over your body didn’t help either. Your legs were shaking almost as much as the bed underneath you was, and you were sure if Miguel wasn’t guiding you up and down you wouldn’t have been able to move at all. Another gasp leaves your lips when you felt Miguel’s hand slap your left asscheek, followed by Peter hitting your sensitive clit with his palm repeatedly, squirming attempting to get away from their hands, but you didn’t really have anywhere to go as you clenched around them like a vase.

“Muñeca… I need you to try and think for a second…” Miguel said to you in between shallow breaths, you dumbly nodded, despite not comprehending a single word that was said to you. “What’s your name?” He had asked, not being able to hold a smirk from forming on his face. Peter only let out a small eye roll, already knowing where this was going. (Doll)

Your name? Why were they asking you what your name was? You licked your dry lips before attempting to speak.

“My-name…my name is-“

Thruuuust.

Your mouth hung open as you let out another whine. Peter let out a chuckle before dipping his head down into the crook of your neck, nibbling at the dark hickey he left.

“Come on pretty, don’t leave Miguel hanging, you know your name don’t you?” Peter teased, before tugging at the purple and red spot. You let out a noise that sounded like a mix of a moan, a whine and a borderline sob as you shook your head.

“Don’t-don’t know-fuck-don’t re-ahhh-remember… feels too good…”

“Fuck-who owns you?”

“You-ahhh- you do! Both of-fuckfuckfuck- you do!” You exclaimed without much thought, nothing thinking about anything else except the building in your lower stomach as you come close to your 5th orgasim.

“Good fucking girl.” The praise was enough to push you over the edge, your vision becoming spotty as your spasm and twitch uncontrollably around their members, their names falling from your lips like a mantra before eventually slumping over into Peter’s chest. Your breaths heavy as you allow your eyes to flutter shut, Miguel and Peter hold you onto you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as they lull you to sleep.

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blueysobssesions · 10 months

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Head On Shoulder (ASTV HC)

Peter B. Parker Miles Morales Miguel O' Hara Hobie Brown Pavitr Prabbhakar Gwen Stacy

Peter B. Parker

It was tiring day for you and Peter. The latest mission was exhausting and took a toll on both of you physically and mentally. After the mission, you two planned on watching the sunset on the rooftop, while the others babysat Mayday. Sighing, your head dropped onto Peter's shoulder as you leaned against him. He look at you and smiled, "Tired?" You nodded, "Yeah, I could definitely use some rest," you replied. As the sun began to set, your eyes grew heavy and you found yourself dozing off on his shoulder. Peter saw you peacefully sleeping on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around your back, his head landing gently on top of your head. The two of you stayed in that position, enjoying each others warmth.

Miles Morales

You two were on the couch, Miles drawing on his sketch pad while you watched him as he draw… you? Grinning, your head falls on his shoulder. He stops for a few seconds and looks at you then continued on his drawing. "Hm, I love it" you say, a soft smile playing on your lips. He felt a warmth spread through his chest, "Y-you do?" You nod, your eyes filled with admiration. "Absolutely," you reply, your voice filled with genuine affection. "Your drawings never fails to amaze me." he blushes, his cheeks turning a shade of pink as he continues to draw.

Miguel O' Hara

The both of decided to stargaze from your bedroom window, actually you were the one who decided it but Miguel agreed anyways. You both didn't have the time to feel each other's warmth, but now. Your eyes were mesmerized by the view of the night sky, filled with countless stars twinkling against the dark skies. "It's so beautiful," you said sighing, "Al igual que tú, mi amor" he said as he looked at you, turning your head towards him, "huh?" Confused, you asked him what he meant by what he just said. He chuckled and replied, "Nothing" with a grin on his face. You rolled your eyes playfully before going back to watching the night sky. After a few minutes of silence, you felt something on your shoulder, you turned to see his head resting on your shoulder, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling with each breath. 'He's… sleeping' you were delighted by this, he didn't have that much sleep because he was too busy observing the screen in his office that eye bags had formed under his eyes. Kissing his forehead, before closing your eyes, feeling the cold breeze hiting you face.

Hobie Brown

Sitting at the carpet besides him, as he decorates his guitar with various stickers. You were in awe on what your seeing, "Hey… Isn't that the sticker that Mayday gave you?" you pointed out the cute Hello Kitty sticker that was placed on his guitar. "Yeah?So? I loike it" Hobie replied with a grin, continuing to carefully place more stickers on his guitar. You giggled, before putting your head on his shoulder, "Comfortable, yeah?" he chuckled softly, "More than comfortable," you whispered. Your eyes following his hands, placing stickers on his guitar.

Pavitr Prabbhakar

You two sat together on your chairs, Pav that has an open book under him, reading the notes he had taken yesterday, ann you already finished reading at home. It was cute seeing him like this. Everyone in the classroom going crazy, so you decided to why not put your head on his shoulder? As you leaned your head on Pav's shoulder, he looked at you surprised at first but then smiled warmly. " You can sleep if you wan't" he chuckled, before continuing reading his book. Just then you caught a glimpse of a flash, turning your head on you friend who was secretly taking pictures. Your face goes beet red as you lifted your head away from his shoulder, which made him confused. "Hey, what's wrong-" "oops- I forgot to off the flashilght…" she laughed nervously, "F/n! I swear if you send that to the gc-" "Oh, but I already did…" Pav then suddenly looked at you, and he can clearly see that you were about to do something stupid. But he just laughed.

Gwen Stacy

You two landed on the edge on the top of the building. Sitting next together, and watching the city. Your head then leaning on her shoulder, she didn't mind it all. Her hand made its way to yours, intertwining your fingers with a gentle queeze. "Wanna get the others?" you ask her, and she smiled. "They.. can wait for a little longer" she replied softly, you chuckled. She clearly doesn't want to interrupt this moment between the two of you, and you don't want to interrupt it either.

#blueyheartzposts #spiderverse #spiderverse hc #spiderverse x reader #astv x reader #peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miguel o hara #miguel o hara x reader #hobie brown #spider punk #hobie brown x reader #spiderman 2099 #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader

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merowkittie · 10 months

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ATSV INCORRECT QOUTES ☆ !!

This includes x reader and character x character (not in a ship way)

Miguel: Do we have any orange juice left?

Hobie: *pours the remaining juice into their cup*

Hobie: Sorry, we’re all out.

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You: *sees someone doing something stupid*

You: What an idiot.

You: *realizes it's Miles*

You: Wait, that's MY idiot!

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You: Pavitr ... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?

Pavitr: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.

You: …

You: I wrote sanitize, Pav.

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You: My life is a mess.

Miguel: You relax, go get a beer.

You: I don’t want a beer.

Miguel: Who said it was for you?

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Peter B Parker: I've connected the two dots.

Miguel: You didn't connect shit.

Peter B Parker: I've connected them.

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*The gang is learning CPR on a test dummy.*

Gwen: So, assessing the situation. Are they breathing?

Hobie: No, Gwendy. They are not breathing. And they have no arms or legs.

Gwen: No, that’s not part of it—

Hobie: Where are they? You know what.. If we come across somebody with no arms or legs do we bother resuscitating them? I mean, what kind of quality of life do we have there?

Miles: I would want to live with no legs.

Hobie: How about no arms? No arms or legs is basically how you exist right now, Miles. You don’t do anything.

Gwen: All right, well, lets get back to it. ‘Cause you’re losing him.

Hobie: *pumps frantically*

Gwen: Okay, too fast. Everyone, we need to pump at a pace of a 100 beats per minute.

Hobie: Okay, that’s uh, hard to keep track. How many is that per hour?

Pavitr: How’s that gonna help you?

Hobie: I will divide and then count to it.

Pavitr: Right.

Gwen: Okay. Well, a good trick is to pump to the tune of ‘Staying Alive’ by the Bee Gees. Do you know that song?

Hobie: Yes, yes I do. I love that song. *clears throat, begins to sing* First I was afraid, I was petrified.

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Pavitr: I told Hobie to grab snacks for everyone.

Gwen , looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?

*Pavitr, Hobie, and Miles raise their hands*

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*In a horror movie situation*

Hobie: I've got no service in my phone here.

Pavitr: Shoot, my battery just died.

Gwen : Sorry guys, I just broke my phone with a hammer.

Miles: Guys, my phone is a book.

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You, to Gwen : We had a date!

You: *aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book*

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Hobie: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

You: I wrote you a poem.

Hobie, already crying: You did?

Smth simple until I post an actual fic <3 im sorry for keeping you guys waiting sm I have terrible time management 😭

#reader insert #black reader #comfort #gwen x reader #hobie x reader #miles x you #incorrect quotes #spider man across the spider verse #peter b parker #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #atsv hobie #atsv pavitr #atsv gwen #atsv x reader #atsv x black reader #miles morales x reader #atsv incorrect quotes

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ghostflowerhotpotch · 10 months

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Headcanon: Just because they are dating it doesn't mean they are less awkward

I was answering a comment I got, when I started thinking about what would happen if Miles and Gwen started dating?

My first thought: "Oh the adaptation period is going to be fun."

Both in fiction and in real life, you can have a period of time when friends who had been crushing for too long may be trying to not come too strong to the other person in case their new partner hasn't fallen as deeply in love as themselves.

Do I think this would happen with Miles and Gwen? Oh for sure.

Gwen in general tries to hide her emotions and while I think being with Miles will loosen her up a bit, I think she may get shy about how much she likes him (specially considering some things she did while crushing.) Miles I think would do so as well, since it has been his normal to try to tone down his crush, and seeing how "collected" Gwen can be, would try to act "cool."

All of this rambling is now for a list of headcanons of the stupid things they did because of this and that they try to hide from each other before they realize how silly they are.

Let's go!

They both do a victory lap, or the spidey equivalent, swinging across their respective New York after Miles asked Gwen out.

Miles is the loudest, swinging across the streets while screaming in excitement a few times, including one time when he screams "SHE LIKES MEEEEEE."

This ends up with a bunch of people online not only reposting clips of the video where he screams that, but people speculating who could be the mystery girl who seems to like him. Miles panics thinking Gwen may think he is cheating on her and Ganke needs to be there to calm him down and devise a plan to get gossip people into something else.

Gwen isn't much better, she doesn't really scream anything, however she ends up doing a bunch of daredevil tricks and jumps because her excitement manifests in see-how-many-gymnastics-record-I-can-break.

She ends up scaring the living shit out of her dad, who was trying to react very normally when a coworker show him a clip of just a part of it (she literally did this by a good part of the city, so there are different videos.) The gymnastic Olympic team of the United States is once again trying to recruit Spider-Woman. There are now people making recompilations of videos to see if there is a way to catch the whole thing, and some people had noticed that in some clips it almost looks like she is squealing.

Gwen recruited Peni's help to take down the most incriminating videos, mostly because it was impossible to take all of them down. She also begged Peni to have a way for her dad to not find some videos on his phone. I imagine her dad may be a bit protective of her and while Gwen told him she is dating Miles, she doesn't want her dad to realize how madly she is in love with him.

(He knows, he remembers the Polaroid.)

Because of this, the first few days together they try end up planning dates in other universes, because both of them are waiting for those videos to not be trending. Gwen ends up dancing with Miles in Hobie's universe, while Miles shows Gwen a crazy arcade in Margo's universe.

Miles is ALWAYS smiling, depending on how much he has been in his mind he may look more lovesick or casual. Everyone has been teasing him, Ganke, his parents and Peter B the most.

I already headcanon that Gwen is actually a cuddle bug, she just has trouble leaning into others because of her vulnerability issues. So Gwen is constantly trying to measure how much she tries to hug him, to not look too eager to take his hand or lean on his shoulder. Is a tougher battle than she ever wants to admit.

Miles ends up drawing Gwen even more often, especially since he has pictures of her and stuff; so before he knows it, he ends up with this beautiful mural of her. He isn't sure when to reveal it to her because he has added so many little detail and drawings he is afraid to come out as creepy.

Like many people, I headcanon Gwen has tried writing songs about Miles. Well the new relationship status made her finish one of those songs, which her bandmates liking, and Hobie also insisted she should play it next time in his universe.

"Next Time" ends up having the spideygang (Miles, Pavitr, Margo and Peni,) at the concert. Hobie remarks that the next song is written by his drummer, and it doesn't take long for Miles to be smiling once more like a lovesick puppy once the lyrics appear.

Gwen is a bit embarrassed, but he says he loved the song, and he would love to hear more if she ever does. He shares some of his art, and she is, of course, melting.

He doesn't take too long before showing Gwen the mural, and Gwen loves it. Is hidden below a bridge, in a place you can only see while being upside down; and she adores how Miles shown her drumming, her dance, he captures her from her eyes to the little tooth gap she has, and yet Gwen cannot stop being amazed at how despite showing all those things she considers flaws, she looks beautiful in all of them.

Miles shrugs saying "I just draw you like I see you."

And THEN, they become a couple of dorks in love who everyone else is getting kind of sick of how corny they are. But they are kind of stupid for each other and had been holding it for a while, so why not scream it from the rooftops?

#ghostflower #gwiles #atsv #miles morales #gwen stacy #across the spiderverse #headcanon #ghostflower hcs

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amazingmsme · 7 months

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The Boo Brothers

AN: Late, I know, but class doesn’t get out til 9. This prompt was really fun to write! Peter & Miguel are really goofy & I just love them. How you enjoy day 10!

Peter B. Parker was a class A goofball. He liked playing games and being silly, but most importantly, he liked making people laugh and have some fun. And he was damn good at it.

Halloween always put him in a bit of a spunky mood, and he felt inspired to cause a little mischief. Maybe the chill in the air put a spring in his step, or the fun and spooky atmosphere reminded him of his love of lighthearted pranks. Whatever it was, he felt the need to pull one over on someone. He was walking down the hall when he passed an open door and saw the usual spider-gang hanging out in the wreck room: perfect.

The idea popped up so suddenly and without any preamble, that it nearly startled Peter. But he shoved his hands into his robe pockets and casually strolled in, going along with it as if he'd had this plan all along. He had a natural commitment to any bit tossed his way the likes of which you have never seen.

That is not to say that the others don't know when he's doing a bit. Quite the contrary. It is rather obvious when Peter begins some long winded ruse, but everyone is too interested in where he's going with it to put an end to it.

He flopped his right hand around in his pocket, wiggling fingers, anything he could to make it look like something was caught in there. Pavitr was the first to take notice, doing a double take when he noticed the frantic movement of his pocket and stared with wide eyes.

"Dude, what's going on with your pocket? Did you catch a squirrel or something?" he asked, drawing the rest of their attention to Peter, and now they all wanted to know what the hell he had in his pocket. Peter played along.

"Heh, no. I wish it were that simple," he said in a serious tone. He schooled his features, lunging a trapped hand at Gwen, who happened to be the closest. She squealed and jumped back as Peter reigned in his arm.

"What the hell Peter?" she asked, cheeks faintly flushed. He did his best to act apologetic.

"I'm sorry, but that's why I came to see you," he said, clutching onto his right wrist with his other hand, forcing it to stay inside the pocket. They all stared at him with confused looks.

"I'm sorry, what?" Gwen asked, arms crossed. Peter rolled his eyes, as if annoyed he had to explain himself.

"Um, look, I'll just cut to the chase. Ghosts and demons and stuff are cool now, right? And you guys are all pretty cool kids, so you're keeping with the trends-" he rambled. Miles furrowed his brows in worry and utter cluelessness, looking to Hobie for any indication of what the actual fuck he was talking about. Hobie arched a brow and shrugged, sporting an amusedly confused smirk. "I guess what I'm trying to ask is, do you guys know anything about possession?"

Gwen scoffed. "You think you're possessed?" she asked skeptically.

“Absolutely! And I’d appreciate it if you took this seriously,” he said, really hamming it up. “I mean, if you don’t believe me, just look!” He “released” his hand from the robe pocket and it made another grab at Gwen, this time being successful. He latched onto her sides and squeezed, sending her into a fit of giggles.

“You liahahar!” she squealed, doubling over as Peter scribbled over her tummy.

“Nu uh!” Peter insisted, continuing the ticklish assault. “See, it happened after MJ got me last night. My hands have been restless ever since,” he lamented, working up Gwen’s sides. “I’m afraid I’m possessed by some kind of tickle monster!”

“You ahahare not!” she denied. Hobie shrugged, a smirk tugging on his lips.

“Don’t know mate, seems legit to me,” he teased. Peter smirked himself and turned on the tallest teen, making him stumble back with a yelp. He managed to wrestle his arms above his head, alternating scribbling in each pit.

“I just can’t help who I attack! Sorry Hobie, I really can’t help it!”

“Shuhut it you bahahastard!”

“Hey, I’m just as much a victim in this as you are!”

Miguel stood in the doorway, dumbfounded, and crossed his arms over his chest. He cleared his throat, grabbing their attention.

“Is there a reason you’re torturing them, or are you just bored?” he asked in a neutral tone, arching a brow.

“Peter’s possessed by a tickle monster!” Pavitr supplied. Miguel couldn’t roll his eyes hard enough.

“Is he now?” he asked, seemingly uninterested. “Well I guess I’ll leave you all to it.” He turned to leave and felt a hand around his wrist yank him back. He stumbled a few feet, being caught by Peter from behind.

“Sorry bud, but I can’t help myself right now,” he said sympathetically as Miguel hissed and thrashed in his hold. He tried to fight back the deep laughter that wanted to spill out when Peter started kneading his hips.

“G-go toho hehehell,” he giggled out through clenched teeth. Peter gasped.

“Well that’s rude!” Peter exclaimed, one hand roaming down to squeeze his thighs. Miguel burst into loud belly laughs, shoving weakly at Peter’s hands. He made a show of taking a deep breath before blowing a raspberry against Miguel’s neck.

A string of curses gave way to helpless cackles and snorts, especially when Peter started nibbling. “Ohohokahay, oho fuhuhuck thahat’s bad! Peter!” Miguel scolded through hysterics, and needless to say everyone in the room was thoroughly amused.

Peter backed off with a smug grin. “You alright?” Miguel stood there, catching his breath and shot a harsh glare at him. He also shot him the bird. If it was even possible, Peter grinned wider.

“What?” Miguel snapped, though it wasn’t as harsh as you’d expect.

“I bit you. You’re possessed now, it’s how it works,” he explained, oh so casually. Miguel scoffed, furrowed his brows, doing anything to try to appear not amused.

“Bullshit.”

“No, it’s true! It had to be how MJ transferred it to me!” he explained frantically.

“You’re really gonna blame your wife?” Miguel quipped. Pavitr barked out a laugh before covering his mouth with his hand.

“You’re missing the point. You’re possessed by the ghost too now,” he said, acting as though it was grave news, but the sparkle in his eyes when he looked at Miguel said otherwise.

“Oh so it’s a ghost now?” he asked, not even bothering to hide his amusement anymore. “Well then, it’s a good thing they aren’t real.” He walked to the doorway, but only made it about halfway.

Miguel suddenly doubled over in pain, a dramatic and very convincing groan emitting from his throat. They all watched on in concern as he jerked upright, arching his back. He unshed his claws with a dramatic motion of his hands. A deep, low chuckle left his lips as he slowly turned towards the group.

“Well well well, it would seem that Miguel is no longer with us,” he said in a threatening tone. He caught Peter’s gaze and flashed a sharp grin, winking. He addressed the rest of them, “But he wanted me to tell you: run.” He really didn’t have to tell them twice.

They scattered like mice, and Peter easily caught Miles in the rush. He was giggling before he even touched him, but the laughter doubled once he dug into his ribs.

Miguel was able to snatch Pavitr by the collar of his shirt, yanking him back and into his clutches. He clawed at his belly and Pav immediately let out a giggly shriek.

They carried on like this for some time, playing this odd game of chase. Every once in a while, Peter would glance at Miguel and see the way he was smiling and actually laughing along with the rest of them.

Maybe Peter should get “possessed” more often.

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #tickletober day 10 #peter b parker #miguel o'hara #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #atsv #atsv fic #atsv tickle fic #ticklish!gwen #ticklish!hobie #ticklish!miguel #ticklish!miles #ticklish!pavitr

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mm-275 · 9 months

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MILES MORALES HEADCANNONS 2

Request: yes

tw: none i think?

- Ok so I think that he listens to a little of all genres of music. Like he’s cool with everything but there’s a few songs or artists that he doesn’t fw

- He will make you make him a playlist so he can listen to it when he misses you and he’ll make you a playlist BUTT he’ll be nervous to send it to you, so when your like “bitch where’s my playlist?” he’s like “you actually wanted it”

- This boy BEGGED his parents for Spotify premium and they finally got it for him when there was like 3 months free near his birthday (he cried)

- When you find out he’s spiderman (you’d probably get mad he’s dropping dates and stuff so you confront him and he tells you) you make sure he’s always safe

- He drops by your house sometimes when he gets hurt after a fight or something and you patch him up. Now you keep a first aid kid in your room for him

- When he gets involved with the Spider Society, you get involved. He trusts you with EVERYTHING, so he tells you everything, and eventually you meet all of them.

- You get along with almost all of his friends there. After hearing what Miguel did, you don’t trust him around Miles and Miles doesn’t trust Miguel around you, so he tried to keep you as far away from him as possible.

- Gwen takes awhile to get used to you, but she eventually warms up when she realizes Miles is happy with you.

- Peter B introduces you to Mayday and you hold her and play with her and PB is like “if you don’t keep her I will”

- Hobie appreciates that you make Miles happy and therefore he doesn’t mind you at first. I think he’d be hesitant but he warms up to you (you guys become best friends)

- Pav is so sweet i don’t think anyone couldn’t immediately love him. You and him sit together and gush about eachothers s/o’s all the time and give eachother advice.

- Remember when he was texting his dad and had a bunch of typos because he was fighting a villain? He always responds to you, therefore most of his texts are illegible 😭

- He’s super smart (obviously), but will make you/his mom read over his school essays just in case.

- I think that he wouldn’t use a ton of pet names. Maybe a few sometimes, but would mostly use your name and a few nicknames hes made up (he has one that only he’s allowed to call you)

- Absolutely cannot play an instrument for shit. Gwen and Hobie have tried to teach him, and if you play an instrument you have too, but he gives up.

- He would be decent at most sports, but he’s the type of kid to only do gym for the required credits, and doesn’t go out of the way to play. If friends or you ask to play something with him, he would.

- Once you guys are together for a little, he would bring you to all the family functions. Cousins wedding? you’re there. Fourth of July celebration? He’s dragging you around to all of his family members.

- His mom would make him dress up for all of the holidays (my mom too), like at Christmas he’s in an ugly sweater and his mom is taking 10 photos of all of their matching sweaters (this is a self projection)

- Asks if he can adopt every dog and cat in the alleyways.

- He would know how to do a few origami pieces and does them in class when he’s bored and then gives them to you

- Draws on the corners and in the margins of your papers in class

- Watches CoryxKenshin and either youtube or spotify will be playing in the background of his room at all times.

- Before you guys meet eachothers parents, your screen time would be like 15+ hours from how much you guys would’ve facetimed

- Said this in the last part, but I have to bring this back. He LOVES holding your hand. He’s late to class to hold your hand down the hallways.

- He refuses to split the pole. He’s not even superstitious he just thinks it’s weird 😭

- He’s picky asf. Chicken tenders are his best friend (me too)

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sorry this is so short i ran out of ideas.

im thinking of doing these with another character like e42 miles or hobie? idk lmk

#miles morales #miles morales 1610 #miles morales x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse

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looking4userthatworks · 8 months

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If you where Miles cannon interest

● you guys met at Brooklyn Middle you had just moved there and he was there to show you around you guys quickly clicked you had same interests

●you'd guys draw together eat lunch together and hanged out together and you two had a comfortable amount of classes together!

●you two where inseparable❤️

● you even started to gain feelings for the little goober like he's so boyfriend material he sweet funny creative...attractive 👀

●...that was until he switched to visions academy every thing changed

●You guys still hanged out just less frequent because he was busy with all his new class not to mention the amount of homework

●when it got to much he'd sneak out and hang at your place

●Miles gets beaten by the spider you where the second person he'd call of course you couldn't pick up cause you where still in school

●anyways the event of into the spider verse occurred and it didn't take you long to figure out he was spider man (ether that or he couldn't handle the stress and told you)

●and he tells you everything Peter B Parker Spider noir Peter Porker Peni Parker and..Gewn

●He told you about her so much it felt like you weren't even there like hellooo?

● Miles doesn't see a problem with this (he's a very blind man) so he just continues not even noticing how your borded to death rn not to mention emotionally hurt 💔

●it's been like 2 years ever since the whole spider man gig and itsv events and think where going great( no really they weren't🥰)

●you and Miles friendship was getting testy with the whole spider man thing going on not to mention when you guys do end up having time to hang out there's always got to be a way to involve Gwen

[Your Name]: Hey Miles what do you think about my drawing? I thought since you talk about Gewn SO MUCH- I'd draw her off your description!

Miles: Pfftt who me??- You got her hair wrong by the way its way pinker and a bit more shorter

● yeah that basically how things go

Fast forward

●Your at the Moralez's party

●you great Jeff and Rio (you've known them long enough to call them by there first name SUCK IT GWEN-) and you notice someone you haven't meet before but sure as hell know who it is Gwen Stacy in the flesh

Jeff and Rio notice you looking at them hanging out

Rio: you know she look old enough to vote

[Your name]: Gwen Stacy in the flesh... wow

Rio: you know her?

[Y/n] no and yes in a way? Miles told me so much about her I practically met her

Jeff: huh you know funny enough I think I have the urge to say hi to them-

[Y/n] it's fine Jeff- but just in case I'll go check up on them

You head up to them Miles see you coming and trues to act normal

[Y/n]: Hey Miles! And I assume you must be?

Gwen: Gwen my names Gwen (as if you didn't know already)

[Y/n]: Gwen well I'm [y/n] Miles best friend actually um- How'd you two meet ?

Gwen: Visions Academy! We-

Rio: Hello I'm Miles's mom! We found this in Miles room so I assume you must've been in there.

Anways after that whole scene Miles run off to find Gwen or whatever blah blah blah

Meanwhile your just worried

in the end you just hope he knows what he's doing

Blah blah blah

Miguel shows Miles the whole web of destiny thing and tell him that he messed up both of his cannons actually 😨

Your and Miles where supposed to be together but since the whole itsv thing happened and he met Gwen that changed...

And miles is like Me??? Liking Gwen your crazyy like everyone doesn't know they like each other

So not only is his dad gonna die but so is his best friend 🤭

(Not only that your gonna die sad bc you know that he'll never love you!!!🤗)

(No but seriously let me know if you want me to go more indebt about this by rebooting this and taking me in it bc I'm on the website ver and I can't read messages 💔)

Have a lovely jubbly day my customers 🫡

#spiderman astv #atsv fic #astv headcannons #miles x y/n #miles morales x reader #atsv fanfiction #atsv x reader #atsv x you

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arriansarchive · 10 months

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Peter B. Parker/Male!Spider!Reader PT. 2

It's like 3am and I needed something to post for tomorrow so take this shit

Sorry if I restate anything from the first one I forget

PLEASE GIVE ME REQUESTS I BEG OF YOU ILL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT

This is a break from my harry potter stuff as I want to branch out to more stuff soon

Nuwho, mphfpc, IT, ECT

Who knows what I have in store you'll never know until I release it

Headcanon prompt(s):

He's very airheaded

So airheaded that one time you made a sarcastic comment and he actually did it

It costed you both to accidently come unmasked in a whole other universe that you were protecting from anomalies

Needless to say Miguel wasn't very happy

He gets dragged in by arcades so on low maintenance missions you will take him to them

He loves guitar hero

He used to play the trumpet before he met MJ and then he quit because he was scared she wouldn't like it

After she left him he started again and would play for you daily to get back into practice

If you also play an instrument you both do duets together

Sometimes whenever you, him, and Mayday are on the couch together he will fall asleep and you and her will draw all over his face in washable marker

He hates reading books himself but will always let you read to him

If you don't like to read then you listen to audio books

Or watch movies

His favorite genre of movies/books to watch with you specifically is romance because he likes to act out the particularly sappy scenes to make you laugh

End notes: okay this was pushed out really quickly im sorry

#across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderverse #spider man #peter b parker x you #peter b parker x y/n #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker x male reader #peter b parker

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shedoessoshedoes · 8 months

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i'll sing her my songs, i'll stay through the night.

HAPPY NESSIAN WEEK!!!!!!!!!!! I didn't think I was going to have anything to post (and I haven't posted fic in like a year oops) but I hope you like this one for Song Association! Inspired by Taylor Swift's surprise songs and Peter Sun's song "First of July." Enjoy, and let me know what you think!!

@nessianweek

also, I have an ao3 now (YAY) sooo read on ao3

warnings: some language

word count: 1.3k

“Alright, alright,” Cassian chuckles as he works to calm the crowd down. It’s a packed house tonight, and they’ve been rowdy since the boys took the stage. “Welcome to our acoustic set!” The crowd goes wild at this: the Bat Boys have been adding in surprise songs to their set since they started performing, and it’s become a major draw for concerts. They rotate picking a song each show, and there are no rules on what that song has to be.

Azriel tends to pick slower, indie songs, and their fans adored his version of ‘Next to You’ by John Vincent III so much they ended up releasing it as a single. Rhys picks classic rock more often than not, and Cassian has the most variety: everything from ‘Let’s Talk About Sex,’ to Hozier’s ’NFWMB.’

They’ve played unreleased music, fan favorites that don’t fit into the typical set, covers of nearly everything, and, most memorably, have dedicated some of their favorite songs to their girls. Rhys’s picks are always overly sappy songs for Feyre: his performance of Frankie Valli’s ‘Can’t Take My Eyes off You’ was particularly iconic as he reenacted Heath Leger’s 10 Things I Hate About You dance. Azriel brought Elain out one night and perched her on a stool next to him while he covered Gregory Alan Isakov’s ‘Big Black Car’ for her. Cassian’s dedicated songs to Nesta, of course, but since they decided to keep their relationship private, he’s never acknowledged her officially before playing a song. Until tonight.

“So, y’all are especially lucky because it’s my turn to pick the surprise song for you tonight, and we have something extra special for you.” He sits down on the stool the stagehand brings out and slings an electric guitar over his shoulder as he sits. “I don’t know if any of you saw, but I actually got engaged last week.” They’d announced it with a picture of Nesta’s ring on his Instagram, the only caption a white heart. No tag. The public knew Cassian was seeing someone, but they didn’t know who she was. Didn’t know she was Feyre and Elain’s sister, and had no idea she was in the crowd tonight. “If it’s alright with you, I’d like to play a song I wrote for her.” The crowd goes wild, and Cassian grins.

“It’s the first time we’re playing it, and she hasn’t even heard it yet,” he chuckles. “She doesn’t know I wrote it, either.” The crowd oooohs in response. “It’ll be out at midnight tonight, so you can listen to it again, if you’d like. It’s called ‘First of July,’ and I hope you like it. Nes, sweetheart, I hope you like it, too.”

He starts playing, simple chords on the guitar filling the venue.

I know that she loves me. I know that she loves the mountains more. Sun on her shoulders. First of July.

In the crowd near the stage, Nesta is standing, awestruck. She had no idea he was planning this. No idea he was even writing a song, much less one named for the day they met, and to spring it on her like this, well. She was probably going to cry. He did that to her. Made her express how she felt a little more honestly than she ever had. She stares up at him as he continues to sing, hand over her mouth.

You can’t tell her one thing to do She pushes your limits, she makes her own rules She’ll lift you up just to let you down, But she’s honest, she’s kind, she’s like no one around.

I’ll sing her my songs, I’ll stay through the night, With her in my arms, with her at my side So tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll make it right.

”Fuck,” she whispers, reaching blindly out for Elain or Gwyn’s hand. “I didn’t know he was doing this.”

Feyre laughs. “Rhys says he’s been planning it since you met.”

“Shit, Feyre, don’t tell me that. I’m already a mess.” Gwyn wraps Nesta up into a hug. Emerie gives the group of them a knowing look from where she plays with the boys on stage. Cassian is looking determinedly down at his guitar, and Nesta knows he’s nervous about what she thinks of this.

I know that she’s happy. I know ‘cause she’s humming while she eats At the counter Twelve o’clock noon

I know that she’s happy. I know ‘cause she’s reading me her stories. That she writes They’re not the ones she hides.

Nesta laughs wetly as Cass launches back into the refrain. It really was about her. About her schedule when she was on a deadline, and the songs she would hum when they wiggled their way into her brain and she couldn’t get them out. About the stories she read to him, and the scenes she hid because they may have been inspired by certain activities and she didn’t want Cassian getting too much of an ego, even if he was sure to read them once the books came out.

I’ll sing her my songs, I’ll stay through the night, Dear honeybear, love bug, sweetheart of mine.

She starts crying, then, because he hasn’t called her any of those names since they first started dating and determined ‘sweetheart’ was the only pet name she could stand. He really had been thinking about this for the whole time, then.

I know that I love her. I know ‘cause there’s nothing else I want.

Cassian finishes the song to raucous applause, and Nesta’s already sure it’s going to top the charts by the end of the week. He starts to get up and adjust for the next song, but she needs him to know she loved his gesture. That she was okay with it. “Cassian!” she shouts.

His head whips up, attuned to her at all times, even in a space as loud and chaotic as this one. When he sees her smiling despite the tears running down her face, his expression softens into a smile she knows is just for her. She waves him over, and he turns to gesture at a security guard. He looks back at her his face clearly asking if she’s doing what he thinks she is. She nods, and then follows a security guard up to the stage.

Cassian meets her at the top of the stairs. “You sure, sweetheart?” Nesta nods. He laughs, once, a joyous, hopeful sound, and kisses her. The crowd goes wild, and he’s sure the his brothers and the rest of his band are cheering too, but all he can see is Nesta. He pulls away from her to bury his head into the crook of her shoulder, and presses a kiss to her neck. “Love you, love you, love you.” He mumbles, and Nesta pushes him up and away so she can look at him.

“I love you too, you idiot. Go finish your show.” He laughs and pecks her nose.

“Nesta Archeron, everyone!” he shouts into the microphone, holding her left hand up so the camera can zoom in on her ring. “Also known as the love of my life.”

Nesta laughs, and he kisses her one more time. “See you after?” he asks.

“You always do. Break a leg. Don’t bring anyone else up here.”

“Never. It’s just you, Nes.”

“I love you, too, Cassian.”

He goes back to his set and Nesta watches the rest of the concert from off-stage. They finish and bow, and Nesta already knows there won’t be another show like this any time soon. She takes a picture of Cassian running back to her as he comes off stage, takes a deep breath, and posts it on Instagram. The caption reads: ‘@batcassian i guess the secret’s out. i love you.’

Cassian changes his Instagram handle to @cassianarcheron the next day.

#nessian #nessian week 2023 #nesta archeron #cassian

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incomingalbatross · 8 months

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Finished my first week (I don't go in on Fridays) of Commute Listening! (Plus a day technically because I did have to go in last Saturday.)

Here's the summary of the undertaking so far...and of just how much car/public transit time I've logged:

Bach's Brandenburg Concertos 1-6 My beloveds--the only classical music that IS for sure on my faves list, because in the period when I had a CD player in my bedroom and about three CDs, these were two of them. Still not sure how well I could identify them, but I recognized them once they started playing and greatly enjoyed them.

Artifexian podcast ep 1. Interesting! All about worldbuilding. Just far enough removed from my own interests (yes I love fantasy, no I don't enjoy worldbuilding, it took me years to process that) that I can listen as, like, a spectator, but also listening to two people who do love worldbuilding makes me feel more positive about it. Like the energy.

Several Masses by Haydn (St. Cecilia, Mass in B flat, Mass in honor of the Blessed Virgin). Beautiful, obviously, but... did not grab me. Might just be that Masses and commuting are not the right combination. Might be my chant-inclined mind going "you're drawing out the words too much." Idk.

Art of Manliness ep 1, about Easy Company. INteresting and informative—a window into a subject I wouldn't have sought out on my own.

Out Alive ep 1. About a skier buried in an avalanche! Again, not something I would have sought out myself, but hearing the skier and the other people involved talk about the impact of a crisis situation and near-death experience, without any polish or dramatization... oof. Really interesting.

Reply All Billed as a "podcast about the internet," the first ep was about a social situation enabled by the internet. Also interesting as a window into someone else's personal experience that I don't think you'd quite get in any other medium than this unpolished interview format. This time about relationships instead of death, though.

In the Wind (album) by Peter, Paul and Mary. Branching aside from classical for some folk, since I was in the headspace for something between podcasts and instrumentals. Good! I recognized several of the songs but definitely not all. They also reminded me of several other country and folk artists I could listen to if I want to keep going down that road, in addition to listening to more of their work.

Vivaldi Concertos for Diverse Instruments GOOD. I loved these! They got stuck in my head afterward! Definitely want to try more Vivaldi. Also reinforcing my theory that any kind of music is good music if it involves violins going wild.

Mozart Violin Concertos 3-5 ALSO very very good. And I think I could hear the cleaner/plainer sound of Mozart as opposed to the baroque I'd just been listening to.

My Writing Sucks podcast ep 1, in which an author lovingly roasts her 14-year-old self's writing. Very fun. Endearing. Kinda makes me want to pull out my oldest, worst writing and approach it from an outside perspective, which I think would be Growth if my fragile ego could actually follow through on that. :P Maybe after a few more episodes of this.

Pints With Aquinas episode 1. This is an introductory episode giving background on Aquinas, as opposed to later episodes which will have more actual theology. Already good, though. Little harder for me to stay focused than some of the more fun ones, but I'll be coming back.

Classics for Kids Short and educational segment about classical music. Definitely told me things I don't know! A little short and a little flat in delivery for my needs, but good stuff.

Stuff You Missed in History Class ep 1. Interesting, but same issue as the above—it was just short. I need to check if episode length varies, and if they're all short I might load up six or so at once to give it a better trial. It was interesting but I couldn't get much flavor from one segment.

In conclusion, this project is definitely a success so far. I've been enjoying my commutes even when there's traffic, and I feel like I'm taking in things that I enjoy and are constructive in some way! It's fun for me. And I have a bunch of podcasts in store for next week that I haven't even touched yet.

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micamicster · 10 months

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tell me how you'd adapt the book you're most itching to talk about at this moment!

ok so for this one im going to talk about rivers of london, a book series that is theoretically going to actually GET a tv adaptation (ben aaronovitch i am FREE i have THOUGHTS you can hear those thoughts at micamicster dot tumblr dot com).

I have a LOT of thoughts please brace yourselves.

I've talked about it on here before, but to recap: it's a series of detective novels set in a fantasy london of the 2000s. The narrator and protagonist, a biracial police officer (im so sorry for posting about cops. this series and elementary get me every time), discovers the existence of magic when he interviews a ghost as a witness to a murder. In the first book he apprentices with a wizard, becomes embroiled in a territory dispute between the gods of the titular Rivers (most of whom are black women), and attempts to solve the murder the story opened with.

There's like 9(? im not caught up) novels that follow this, so there's a lot of material to work with. They're all solid detective novels in their own right, with each one following a specific case, as well as expanding the magical universe, and contributing to a series-long arc.

Okay I think the biggest draws a potential tv show would have are a) the addictive combination of the detective/mystery genre and the fantasy elements. The rivers are both an intriguing element of the magic system and great characters in their own right. b) the protagonist (funny. observant. self-deprecating. immediately begins conducting scientific experiments on magic in an attempt to establish units... i love you peter). So any tv show would need to make the most of those elements! We would need equal attention paid to the central mystery and to developing the unique magic system. And, as the author himself has said, we would need a charismatic powerhouse of a lead actor to carry the show!

I think that the first book could easily be a single season of tv--there's a TON going on, and a lot of characters to introduce! However I do really love the idea of having multiple cases per season, in a nod to the detective procedural format. So i would most likely have the first 3 books cases happen in the first season, with 2-3 episodes dedicated to each case, while the rivers conflict is a season long arc. This would give us more time with the rivers in general and beverly specifically (beverly brooke my beloved <3) to compensate for the fact that the second and third books in the series don't deal as much with the rivers, so they won't feel absent while those cases are being dealt with.

I might push leslie's arc back slightly, so that as the rivers conflict gets solved she shows up again? And then end season 2 with the broken homes arc. This would require adding some additional cases to season 2 but with the graphic novels and the novellas i think there's a wealth of material to draw from for some straightforward 2-episode cases, while giving more room to the personal stuff and character arcs.

I've been fantasizing about an opening credit sequence that's like an animated map of london's rivers, beginning in antiquity and with the city springing up around it over the centuries until we reach the modern day. Would that i could animate! or draw for that matter...

I also have a soundtrack ive made for this show that does not exist yet. ben aaronovitch i am available! i can make time in my residency to contribute to this show i swear i can! I'll link to it if anyone would like <3

The tv show is unlikely to get made tbh but i just think it could be SO much fun :(

#ask games #thank you for asking! i hope this word vomit is what you were looking for lol #my sister is shaking her head at me right now because she KNOWS im supposed to be writing but instead... this. sorry baby <3 #i'll answer the rest of these tomorrow probably? about to have to help my friends family with dinner <3 #thank you all!#rivers of london #adaptation ask game

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blooming-violets · 1 year

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Creature Like Me || Chapter Two: Not Friends

[TASM Peter Parker!Werewolf AU]

Summary: Kraven and his guild of hunters have been tracking and quelling the werewolf population for centuries. The time has come for Aylin to complete her first solo hunt to prove herself to the guild. It was supposed to be simple. One wolf, one death, one victory. She never expected to end up with a secret hostage on her hands.

Chapter Two Warnings: physical, mental, and emotional scars from being tortured, eluding to male sexual slavery (non consensual), miscommunication resulting in attempted brief, unwanted touch

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“My name is Aylin. I am a hunter but not to you. You no longer belong to these sadistic people. Now, you belong to me.”

Something shifted behind his defeated eyes. A subservient, placid look replaced his broken expression. He gave a silent nod.

She took a deep breath, centering her floating, terrified thoughts back inside the safety of her brain. She could do this. She could handle the next few hours. Her mind was made up. She was going to steal Peter from his pack of captors. This was her idiotic plan.

If all else failed, plan B would involve putting a bullet in the back of his head. There were always other options.

“Okay,” she nodded back. “Let’s go.”

Aylin strode over to one of the covered windows and grabbed down the dingy blanket being used as a makeshift curtain. She tossed it over to the nude, cowering man.

“Use that to cover yourself until I find you some clothes. I don’t need you running around naked. You’ll draw unwanted attention if we come across anyone.”

He immediately obeyed, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders and hugging it close to hide himself from view, “Where are we going?”

She paused on her way to the door. She didn’t actually know. She wasn’t thinking that far ahead. Her plan was haphazardly thrown together. If she thought about it for too long, the bullet option would start to seem more appealing.

“Somewhere safe,” she spun around to face him. He hadn’t moved from his prison cell between the bunk beds. “Here are the rules that I expect you to follow. I will keep you safe as long as you do what I say, when I say. From the looks of you, I think you need protection. You’re not going to get very far in your state. Don’t lag behind or else I’ll be forced to chain you to me. I doubt you want to be in chains again. The final rule, the biggest of them all, absolutely no turning into a wolf. If I even catch a hint of you shifting, I won’t hesitate to put you down. Right now, I am your protector. Not your enemy. Unless you start to shift. Got it?”

Peter nodded, heavy lids giving a slow, squinting blink in her direction, “I couldn’t turn even if I wanted to. Can we get going? I can’t stand for very long. I feel…dizzy…”

Aylin watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his legs gave out.

“Shit,” she hissed, flinching at the sound of his body hitting the wooden floors. “God damn it.” She hurried over to his side and knelt over him, gently tapping his cheek, “Hey! Wake up! We don't have time for this.”

He gave a quiet groan, eyes fluttering open. He was weak but alive.

“Good,” she breathed out a heavy sigh of relief. She wasn’t sure why she felt relieved. His death would make everything easier and set her back on the right course. “There you are. Try not to die on me, ya? I need you around for a little bit longer. Let’s get you to my car. You can rest in the back seat. Can you stand?”

Peter responded with nothing but labored, shallow breathing. His sad eyes stared up at her, trying to study her face through his blurry vision.

“Peter?” She whispered, repeating her question. “Can you stand?”

The corner of his chapped lips tugged into the smallest of smiles at the sound of his name, one he hadn’t heard spoken to him in a long time. His hoarse voice hardly stood out above the pounding rain, “Why won’t you kill me?”

Aylin’s eyes flicked to the open door then back to her hostage. It was only the two of them here. Despite being in such a close proximity to a werewolf, she felt at ease. He wouldn’t hurt her. Not until he got his strength back, at least. For now, he was weak and malleable.

“I already killed someone today,” she answered honestly. “I did what I was supposed to do. I don’t see the point in ending you when you could be useful.”

“And after I’m done being useful? What then? Will you finish the job you started?” He kept the tiny smile hidden under his scruffy beard but she saw it peaking through.

She licked her lips and nodded, “Most likely, yes.” There was no point in lying. When she was done squeezing him dry of all the information he held, she would kill him. That was her duty to her guild. That was her one purpose in this world, to kill werewolves.

His smile grew, “Good. I’ll hold you to it.” Peter struggled back onto his feet, rewrapping his blanket around him, and stumbled to the open door. “Let’s get this over with then.”

Aylin followed quietly behind, a hand hovering over her gun, and keeping a careful eye on the back of his head should he try to run.

He gripped tightly onto the railing, nearly sliding down the length of the wet, rotting stairs, and staggered barefoot into the dirt path. He paused to take in his surroundings, flinching at each rain drop that hit his face. She watched in soft curiosity as he tilted his head back, the falling water washing over his dirt streaked face, and filled his lungs with the soggy, forest air. It was probably the first time he had tasted fresh air since he was locked up. A desperate, unhinged laugh fell from his lips. The sound circled around her like a warm hug. She couldn’t tell if those were tears or raindrops rolling down his gaunt cheeks. A look of heavenly bliss settled over his sickly features. A ghost of a smile flashed across her own face at the sight of the freed man before she quickly wiped it away. This was not a time for celebrations.

He was not her friend.

He was simply going from one place of captivity to another.

“Follow this path to the left. It will bring us back to the main clearing,” she ordered him.

She thought it would be best to keep him in front of her instead of behind. Sergei’s guild rules rang in her head. They had been branded into her brain since she was a child. Never turn your back to a wolf. Never trust a wolf. Never listen to a wolf. Never befriend a wolf. Wolves are not to ever be trusted. They will lie and manipulate whoever they can to get what they want. Sneaky, vile, horrible creatures who need to be wiped out. Werewolf genocide was the only option. The only true way to have peace.

Peter opened his blanket, holding it out against his back, so he could feel the cold rain on his skin. His eyes were closed, head still tilted back, and a soft smile on his face. He shuffled off in the direction she said, quietly laughing to himself, or sobbing, she wasn’t sure. It was hard to think that he could possibly be manipulating her right this very second. All she saw was the genuine excitement of a captive man allowed to walk free.

Or, as free as her leash would allow.

He hesitated in his hike when he came across the slaughtered body of his own kind still laying where she fell. His head cocked to the side as he studied the dead wolf.

“You did this?” He asked, glancing behind him, sizing her up. He looked mildly impressed. “Tiny, little you?”

“No, she was struck down by a vengeful god,” the sarcasm and annoyance dripped from every word. She would hardly consider herself tiny or little. Her body was thick, muscular, and strong. A warrior’s body. Maybe she was a hair shorter than average but certainly not tiny. She hated being referred to as such. “Keep moving, asshole.”

He held up his hands in defense, “Alright, jeeze, I’m goin’. I just wanted to see exactly who I’m working for. Does that make you a vengeful god then? Is that how you see yourself?”

Aylin ignored the mocking tone of his question, not wanting to engage with him any more than necessary. The sight of Sierra made her pull her crossbow back off her shoulder. It was a warry sight. The rain had washed away most of the blood. Her long snout hung open, ivory fangs as thick as her two fingers poked out from under her lips. Her dark fur had been soaked through by the rain and a muddy puddle was forming around her body. It reminded her exactly what she was dealing with. Peter was no man. It didn’t matter how weak he was. He was still a monster. She paused to load another arrow into her crossbow, aiming it at Peter’s back.

He turned when he heard the arrow lock into place, raising his brow, “Have I finished my usefulness to you already? That was faster than I anticipated.”

Aylin refrained from rolling her eyes, keeping her face hardened, “Better safe than sorry, wolf. Keep walking, I didn’t tell you to stop.”

His shoulders slumped with a heavy sigh and turned back. As he shuffled onward, he spoke, more to himself than to her, “I liked Sierra, you know. She didn’t ask for any of this. She was nice. A bit full of herself but she had a decent heart.”

Her heart.

“Shit,” Aylin mumbled under her breath. She was supposed to cut out the wolf’s heart and bring it home with her. It was part of the ritual. There wasn’t any time. That would involve gutting an animal, breaking through her rib cage, and digging around in her goopy slush until she found what she was looking for. She couldn’t have her back turned to Peter for that long. He would take advantage of that situation without hesitation. It was in his nature to strike when her defenses were down.

She should just kill him.

If she came back heartless, Sergei would consider this hunt a failure, even if she claimed she slain her beast. He would need the physical proof. She had never failed at anything in her life. What would her guild think of her then? She was meant to be one of the best young hunters. They were counting on her. The thought of them looking at her with disappointment filled her with dread.

Her chest felt tight.

Sergei wanted a protégé. He wanted someone to mold into a future version of himself. He wanted it to be her but what did she want? She had no idea anymore. This was the only life she knew. She was afraid of failing him, afraid of failing herself.

Lost in her growing anxiety, Aylin stumbled face first into the hard back of Peter as he stopped short, “What the f-”

He whipped around and held a heavy hand against her mouth, silencing her with a harsh, “Shh.” His eyes sparked to life. It was the most alert she had seen him. “We’re not alone.”

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as his words sunk in. She took a step back, becoming more attentive to her surroundings, and raised her bow, eyes scanning the dark treeline. Every crunch of a twig or rustle of a bush drew her sights.

“How far away is your car?” He whispered.

“It’s-” What if this was a trick? What if he was manipulating her? This could be his plan for an escape. She didn’t see anyone, didn’t hear anything. She couldn’t sense the same danger he claimed to feel.

“Hey,” he hissed, pulling her attention back to him. “They are coming. They know something is wrong. They are about a mile out and can cover that ground in roughly two minutes. We need to move.”

Tricks or not, he was right. The longer they hung around the camp, the more at risk they were. Once Sierra’s pack found out she was dead and their captive was gone, they would be ready for a fight. She couldn’t take on an entire pack by herself. It would mean a certain death.

“Keep going straight ahead,” she ordered, trying to keep the fear out of her voice. “Hurry.”

Peter broke out into a sprint. She easily stayed directly on his heels as they ran towards the clearing. From far off in the distance, a high pitched howl shot up into the sky. It was followed by an echoed symphony of similar howls.

He hadn’t been lying. The pack was on their way.

Aylin picked up the pace as they barreled out into the open.

“Up that hill to the left!” She shouted to him. “My car is on the other side!”

Peter made a sharp turn and darted towards the hill. He made it about halfway up before the mud gave out under his feet. He stumbled forward, falling to his knees, and clutching at his chest. She scrambled up beside him, ready to leave him behind to get ripped apart if it came down to it.

“Get up,” she pushed him. “Keep moving.”

His face was turning a sickly shade of green. His eyes rolled in their sockets. He was barely able to keep standing. The run was too much for him. She wasn’t sure if he was going to make it.

The barrage of angry snarls were growing nearer. They had reached the Whispering Pines. They had seen the aftermath of her visit and they were out for blood. The hunt was on. This time, she was the prey.

“Peter, get up!” She cried.

Aylin slung her crossbow back onto her shoulder, giving up easy access to her weapon for the sake of helping him, choosing to risk her life for his. She grabbed onto his arm and yanked him back to his feet. The blanket fell from his grasp, getting caught in a gust of wind, and blowing back down the hill. She didn’t care. They had to keep going. If he didn’t get up, she was going to leave him.

He did his best to stumble beside her, an arm wrapped around her shoulders as a crutch to stay upright. Just as they crested over the hill, the pack of wolves burst into the clearing. She refused to stop and assess exactly how many were on their tail. Her car was straight ahead. She’d never loved the sight of her beat up, dent covered, 87’ Toyota Corolla more than when she was running for her life towards it. It became a beacon of safety. An escape. Her only way out.

She could hear the wolves ascending up the hill. They were faster than her. She wouldn’t make it without diverting their attention. Aylin shoved Peter forward, turning around, and grabbing the gun from her hip. Now was the time for power, not stealth.

“Get in the back seat! Door’s unlocked!”

She planted her feet firmly against the ground, gun raised steadily with both arms, ready to shoot the first furry monster she saw. The large head of a wolf appeared over the top of the steep hill, sleek white fur and glowing amber eyes, was exactly where she aimed. The gun went off without hesitation, the bullet piercing right between those golden orbs. A flurry of yelps from its friends followed as the blood splattered wolf went limp and rolled back down the hill. It was enough of a distraction for her to have time to finish the run to the car.

She leaped over the hood, seeing Peter already in the backseat, and ripped open her front door. She thanked her own blessed hindsight for leaving the doors unlocked and the keys in the ignition for an easy exit.

The car rumbled to life and she slammed on the gas, sending them jerking forward. In the rearview mirror, she watched as an enormous black wolf stood hunched over in the middle of the darkened, rainy road. The beast's eyes seemed to glare directly back at her reflection. It didn’t follow, only watched, heavy smokey breaths puffing out its salvia coated jaws. A chill settled over her at the unnerving sight and she focused her attention back on the road. She had a sinking feeling this wouldn’t be the last she saw of that wolf.

Aylin let out a long, low exhale. Her hands were shaking as they gripped the wheel. Tears clouded her vision. She came too close to death for her liking today. She would have never been able to take out an entire pack on her own. They would have shredded her into pieces.

“You don’t have to worry. They’re not following,” Peter’s voice cut through her rising panic. He spoke as if he could sense her fear. “They’re choosing to stay with Lorina. You killed her, if you’re wondering.”

She wasn’t. She didn’t care what happened after she shot.

She took another shuddered breath, trying to expel her anxiety, “You know all their names? Even when they’re in wolf form?”

Peter nodded, she watched him through the mirror as he slouched against her seats, “Yeah. I know everything about them. That’s why you took me, remember? For information?”

“Right…right…information. ” She steadied her breathing. After a few moments of quiet, she decided to ask her first question. “Who’s Kateri?”

When Peter failed to answer, she glanced back in the mirror. His head was lulled to the side of his shoulder, his body curled up against the door, and his eyes closed. Through parted lips he gave soft, wheezy breaths. He had either fallen asleep or passed out.

Aylin set her sights on the road in front of her, wondering how the hell she ended up with a naked, unconscious werewolf in her back seat. A quiet chuckle slipped out of her at the thought. She’d gone insane. She’d lost her mind. Sergei would be appalled if he ever saw her like this. She’d have to keep Peter away from the guild. They wouldn’t care for her hostage idea. They’d kill him without hesitation before she could even explain her plan. Or worse. If she wanted to give the guild the upper hand of eliminating an entire pack, she would need to keep Peter safe from both the werewolves and the Silver Colts. He was her secret.

Once she found out everything he knew, she would put an arrow through his eye, and everything would go back to normal.

“Earth to Peter. Wake up. We’re here.”

He snapped to attention with a loud snort, wild eyes darting around the confines of the car, and a panicked look settling on his face.

“I wasn’t sleeping. ‘M sorry. I was listening,” he mumbled, apprehension evident in his tone.

Aylin frowned. She turned around in her seat to look back at him. He had been out cold for the entirety of their two hour drive.

“You’re alright,” she offered, a hollow, vain attempt at comforting his uneasiness. “You’re not with those people anymore, remember? You’re allowed to sleep if you need it. We’re at our first stop.”

She nodded over her shoulder out the front window to the motel they were parked in front of. It was the safest place for them tonight. No one would know them here.

“I already went in and got us a room. It’s the one right in front of us.” Aylin dangled the key from her fingers and tossed it back to him. His arm shot up to snatch it out of the air. He hadn’t even been looking in her direction when he caught it. Even half asleep and groggy, his reflexes were still remarkable. “I think you should go in first and take a shower. You need it. It’s about two in the morning so I doubt anyone will notice you walking naked a few steps from the car to the door. Just be quick.”

Peter nodded. His hand hovered over the door handle, staring expectantly at her, like he was waiting for verbal permission to leave her sight.

“Go!” She urged him. “I’ll follow you in a second.”

He did as he was told and jumped out the door. Aylin watched as he ran through the rain towards their room. He struggled with the key for only a moment before the door opened up and he disappeared inside. She was doing her best not to stare for too long at his naked form. Even a monster deserved some dignity and privacy to his own body.

When the door closed in front of her, she slumped back against her seat with a sigh. She was tired from the drive. The adrenaline from being chased had worn off. Her body was starting to ache. It was begging for sleep. Her early morning conversation in the woods with Sergei already felt like a lifetime ago. She wanted to curl up in her own bed, in her own home, and forget this entire situation she had put herself in.

Instead, she forced herself up, and ducked out into the rain. Puddles formed over the badly paved and cracking parking lot. The flickering, red neon lights standing tall above the rundown building reflected the word “MOTEL” off the watery ground. This was the first safe place she thought to stop. The silence of the drive gave her enough time to better form her plans. She knew where she was going to bring Peter tomorrow. There would be no working shower there so this provided the opportunity to actually get himself clean. They could rest for the night, get themselves sorted out, and then be on their way in the morning.

Aylin jogged over to the trunk of her car, head ducked down from the chill of the rain, and lifted the latch. She had packed some much needed items when she prepared for her hunt. Her homemade first aid kit sat in a large, clear storage box. Next to it was a small bag of extra clothes and some overnight items. Her mother warned her that she might be bloody or hurt by the time she finished the hunt so she needed to be fully prepared. Grabbing both the box and the bag, she tucked them under her arms, and slammed the trunk closed.

The motel was nothing to be amazed by. It hardly cost her anything for one night which was good because money was the one thing she hadn’t thought to bring. The room’s cheapness was reflected in the décor. A faded red, shag carpet covered the floors. The shag had lost its fluffiness decades prior and now gave off a scummy, unwashed appearance. A single overhead bulb was all that currently lit up the small room. It cast greenish yellow shadows over the peeling wallpaper. Aylin crossed the space to switch on a table lamp perched on the scuffed side dresser next to the bed. She opted for a single bed room as it was the cheapest option. She didn’t plan on sleeping much anyway. Peter could rest while she sat at the round table tucked into the corner of the room and worked on finalizing her plans.

The sound of the shower turning on drew her attention to the closed bathroom. She hoped Peter could find a little bit of respite under the warm water. She might be a hunter but it was merely a means to an end. She didn’t think the wolves needed to be tortured before their demise. Some of her guild thought differently. A lot of them had loved ones who had been a victim of a werewolf attack. Whether that was the reason that drew them to join the Silver Colts or a result of their joining, some hunters really wanted the wolves to suffer for their existence, believing that death was too easy.

Peter looked like he had suffered enough for one lifetime.

As long as he cooperated with her questioning, she would make his inevitable death as painless as possible.

Aylin dropped the first aid kit onto the end of the bed and unzipped her bag of clothes. She pulled out a pair of dark gray, fleece jogger pants. They were her favorite lounge bottoms and the thought of having to share them with Peter annoyed her, but he needed something to wear, and this was his only option. The extra top she packed was a simple, white camisole which she doubted Peter would fit into or want to wear. The joggers would have to be enough.

She laid them out on the bed for him and plopped into a stiff, floral patterned armchair by the table. There were questions she should be thinking of to ask him and half baked plans to finalize but all she could do was lay her head on the cold surface and close her eyes. She hadn’t even removed her jacket yet. Her pants were soaked through from the rain, her hair had fallen out from her ponytail and hung in wet strands over her cheeks, her socked feet sloshed around inside her boots. A hot shower sounded amazing but she’d rather give her spare clothes to Peter. She wouldn’t want to shower then have to get back into these dirty, wet ones. She could wait until tomorrow when she finally got back home. She let herself rest, dozing off, until the sound of the bathroom door opening jerked her up onto her feet.

Peter sheepishly emerged from the other side, a cloud of steam following him out the door. He wore a white towel around his waist and ran a pruny hand through his long, shaggy locks. When he shook his head, water droplets flung off the ends and haloed around him. He reminded her of a dog after a bath.

“Who knew there was an actual person under all that grime?” She forced a smile and walked over to him, tossing the pants into his hands. “Those are for you. They’re mine so they might be a little short on your legs but it’s better than a towel. I’ll find you something nicer to wear when we reach our final stop.”

He blinked a few times, gazing down at the pants like he’d forgotten what clothes felt like.

His sights focused back onto her, “These are yours?”

She struggled to read his expression and gave a silent nod.

“You’re giving them to me?” He looked lost inside of his own mind. Confused. Nervous.

“Yes? Is that okay?” She was starting to feel as confused as he looked. They were just some old sweatpants. The way he cradled them in his hands made them seem like they were prized jewels.

Then, that same placid, subservient look she saw cross his face back in the cabin settled behind his dulling eyes. It was like she was watching what little light he had left drift away into the dark. He carefully placed the pants back onto the bed, his shoulders sagging, and his head bowing.

“Okay,” he whispered.

Without giving her any warning, Peter pulled the towel from his hips and dropped onto his knees in front of her. His hands reached out to grab for the hem of her pants, trying to tug them down her legs. Her heart shot up into her throat in a panic. As he fumbled with trying to take them off, she slapped him hard across the face, stumbling away from his hold and crashing into the opposite wall.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She cried. “Stop!”

Her hand automatically reached the gun still attached to her hip. She pulled it from the holster, cocking it, and pointing it at his forehead. Her breath was heavy as she glared at him in horror.

Peter frowned, looking perplexed. Disoriented. He didn’t seem fully present. Still, she refused to lower the weapon between them.

“I-” he stuttered. A hand went up to cup the reddening mark blooming over his cheekbone from her slap. He was struggling to process what had occurred just as much as she was. “Don’t you-…you…you gave me something.”

Aylin gave him a bewildered expression, responding with a breathless, “What?”

“You gave me a gift. Don’t you want me to thank you for it? I thought…” His voice trailed off, a rejected darkness shadowing his face. “That’s what she always wanted. That’s what I’m supposed to do when I’m given something...”

Aylin let what he was saying sink in, the realization of the situation becoming clear. She released her held breath and closed her eyes, allowing her body to relax. He wasn’t trying to hurt her. He was conditioned to believe that kindness was transactional. It was becoming more and more obvious what the pack was using him for. He was trained to service those around him. She let out a huff and put her gun down, tucking it back where it belonged. The threat was over.

“No. I don’t want that.” She tried to push away the residual panic still electrifying her skin from his actions. She tried not to blame him for it. It wasn’t his fault he’d been traumatized and kept as someone’s pet. He was doing the only thing he’d been trained to do. His survival instincts had kicked in.

“Put those pants on, sit on the bed, and don’t move,” she ordered.

Aylin turned around as he did, hugging her thin jacket closer to her chest. No one had ever attempted to touch her like that before. Consensual or otherwise. She couldn’t control the fast flutter of her heart or the nerves tumbling around in her stomach. He had scared her. She would have preferred if he burst into a giant wolf rather than whatever the hell he had just attempted to do. He had caught her off guard and she didn’t like that. She felt weak, like she had lost the upperhand.

When she heard the creak of the mattress, she turned back around, hardening her face so as not to show him how rattled he had made her, “New rule. Do not touch me. Ever. Got it? I am not one of those animals. I’m not a deplorable beast void of morals. I don’t play by their rules. If I give you something it’s because I want you to have it. Not because I want something in return. Especially not whatever the fuck you were trying to do. Understood?”

He nodded, resembling a scolded child, shame clouding his vision. She almost felt bad for him.

“It’s not your fault. Just don’t do it again,” Aylin grumbled, shoulders finally relaxing. She wanted to change the topic and never talk about what happened. “So, uh, how long were you locked up for? Because it seems like it was a long time. You clearly need to be deprogrammed.”

Peter shrugged, giving a soft sigh, his voice a mere whisper, “I don’t know. What’s the date?”

“I guess it’s past midnight, so it's April 11th.”

“What year?” he asked. He was refusing to look in her direction, keeping himself blocked from her gaze with his wet curtain of hair.

“...2017.” She hesitated, watching him process that information.

“A little over two years, then.” He cleared his throat, fidgeting with his fingers in his lap. “I wasn’t always in the cabin though. I think I’d only been there a few months. Maybe more. Maybe less. Time is something you forget exists after a while. Everything blends together.”

Aylin chewed on her bottom lip, thinking things over. All she could feel now was pity. She felt sorry for pulling a gun on him.

Even if he was a terrible beast.

“Can I brush your hair?” Her question came out of nowhere. It wasn’t even something she’d been expecting to ask but she’d been staring at it since he left the shower. It reminded her of Sergei’s untamed, long mane of hair. She didn’t want to associate the two with each other.

Peter gave a slow, hesitant nod, still avoiding her eyes. He looked like he was only agreeing because he was afraid of her.

She reached for her overnight bag and pulled out a brush, trying to keep her voice pleasant, “Why don’t you sit at the table?”

He pushed himself up and headed in that direction, keeping a wide, respectful berth from her. Once he was seated, she stood behind him, looking at the damage to his hair. It was full of thick tangles that matted together into one big clump in the back.

“Okay, I’m going to start brushing it now. I’m going to touch your head,” she wanted to give him a warning before she did anything. It seemed like the respectful thing to do for someone who was traumatized to the touch of others.

Aylin placed her hand on the top of his scalp, watching him jump at the touch even with the warning. She waited until he relaxed again before gently running her fingers down his hair to collect a small handful in her palm. Then she started to brush out his snarled ends.

“What were you doing before they captured you?” She asked, trying to make small talk and still get information on this broken creature.

Peter sighed, settling further into the chair, “I was on my own.”

“Do you have a…pack…or friends…family or whatever it is you werewolves do?”

He was silent for a bit before finally giving his head a small shake. She couldn’t see his expression but she watched his shoulders tense up. Her question had struck a nerve.

She let it slide for now, not wanting to upset him further, “Who was that white wolf that I shot? Laura, I think you called her.”

“Lorina,” he corrected her. “Lorina Dodson.”

“Yeah, whatever, what’s her deal?”

He shrugged, “She came from a wealthy family. That’s where they got the money to buy the summer camp. She was their personal piggy bank. I think she killed her husband and got away with it because she was rich. She wanted an adventure. Found it in a pack of wolves. She wasn’t born one. She convinced them to turn her.” He paused then added. “She was particularly fond of beatings. That’s all I really know.”

Aylin’s eyes traveled down to his bare back as he leaned forward. The scarring looked even worse now that he wasn’t coated in layers of dirt. She paused her attempts at brushing out his matted hair to graze her finger down his back, tracing over his scars. He shivered under her touch.

“Did she do these?” She whispered.

“Most of them, yeah,” He sighed. “She had a lot of anger issues and didn’t always play well with everyone else. When she’d get frustrated with them, that’s when she would come and visit me.”

Aylin locked her jaw, an unfamiliar anger clawing up her throat, “Then I’m glad I killed her.”

She tossed the brush onto the table, ready to put their current topic to rest, “I don’t think I can untangle your hair. We should just cut it off.”

“We?” He turned in the chair to look back at her. It was the first time since he tried to take her pants off that he allowed himself to do so. The second they made eye contact, he quickly turned back around, head down.

A coy smile flashed across her face at his nervousness. He was rather sweet. She didn’t mind having to share a motel room with him.

“Well it’s your hair. I’d do the cutting but you’d give the go ahead.”

He reached up to run his hand over the back of his head, “It is really long, huh?

Aylin dug through her first aid kit and pulled out a pair of small, sharp scissors. They weren’t meant for hair cutting but they would have to suffice.

She held them up, “What do you say? You ready for a new look?”

He was very handsome under all that hair, she decided.

It wasn’t the best cut job she had ever seen. She was not a hairdresser but it was better than before.

His hair sat tighter against the sides of his head while still having some decent shaggy length on the top. It was even starting to curl a bit as it dried. The matting was all gone, which was most important.

Aylin sat perched on the side of the bathtub while he sat cross legged on the tiled floor in front of her. Clumps of hair lay scattered around him. She ran a hand over the top of his head to fluff up the drying, dark locks, satisfied with her work.

He looked like a proper gentleman now. Well, almost.

“I think you look great,” she said proudly. “Will you let me trim your beard next?”

Peter scooted around to face her, “Do you want to?”

“It’s not up to me. It’s your beard.”

He considered her statement, mulling it over, “If you want to, you can.”

She couldn’t help the amused smile that lit up her face, “Do you want that, Peter? You’re allowed to have your own opinions.”

He gave a hesitant nod, “Okay. You can cut it.”

“Come here,” she ushered him closer.

Taking his scraggly beard between her fingers, she carefully started snipping, her attention focused on the job at hand. It wasn’t until she was finished with the first side of his face that she noticed the way he was staring.

Peter’s eyes had gone soft. His breath was shallow and relaxed. He gazed at her with a look of curiosity, awe, and appreciation, like he couldn’t quite figure her out but was enjoying her company.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed.

Aylin raised her eyebrows, pausing from her trimming to lock eyes with him, “For what?”

He swallowed, shame casting over his face, “For before. I didn’t mean…I-I didn’t want…I shouldn’t have tried to touch you without asking. I thought…that’s what you wanted…”

She responded with a heavy sigh, dropping her hands to her lap, “I forgive you. I don’t know exactly what they did to you, or what they made you do, but you don’t have to do that anymore. All I want from you is information. That’s it.”

“And then you’ll kill me,” he stated.

She hesitated. Her stomach ached for some unknown reason. She didn’t want to think that far ahead. She’d rather stay in the present.

“Yeah. Then I-” she took a deep breath. “Then I kill you.”

A sleepy smile flicked over his lips, “Looking forward to it, boss.”

“Give me your face. I’m almost done.”

He leaned forward, closing his eyes, to let her finish.

If he wasn’t the creature from her nightmares, she might actually enjoy being around him. He was sweet. Handsome. Gentle. With a freshly cleaned, trimmed exterior, he was beginning to look more human. She had to keep reminding herself that this was not a friendship. They were never going to be friends. He was only acting this way because he was malnourished and severely traumatized. If he was at full strength, he would be a deadly weapon, a monstrous force to be reckoned with. He wouldn’t hesitate to sink his teeth into her flesh and tear her apart. They were natural born enemies.

“All done!” She announced. “It’s a bit patchy in parts because I don’t have a razor but I can see your pretty face now. Do you feel better?”

Peter blushed at being called pretty and ran a hand over his scruff with a smile, “I forgot what it felt like to be clean. Thank you.”

“You should go look through my first aid kit on the bed. I bet your knees could use the attention. You could throw some antibiotic ointment on them and then patch them up. There’s gauze and tape in there. A bit of padding might help them not hurt as badly if you have to kneel down. I’ll clean up the bathroom while you do that.”

He stumbled up onto shaky legs. Her joggers only reached to his mid calf but they hung loose around his waist, even with the strings pulled tight. He could probably use a decent meal too. Maybe they could stop somewhere in the morning.

When she finished sweeping up his hair with her hands, she dumped it into the trash, and slipped out the door. Peter was carefully sticking gauze pads over the raw, worn down wounds. He lifted his head to smile at her when she entered the room. She found herself smiling back.

They were not friends.

“We should get some sleep, too. The sun will be up soon enough and we have to be out of here by eleven.”

He nodded, rolling down the pants, and tidying up his mess.

Aylin flicked off the lights, letting the room fall into a quiet darkness, “You sleep on the bed. I’m going to finish up some things. I’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.”

Peter glanced between her and the bed, frowning, “Are you going to sleep?”

She shook her head, lying, “Nah, I’m not tired. You get some rest. I know you need it.”

Slowly, he crawled up to the pillows, curling himself into a tight ball over the covers. His body tensed then sluggishly relaxed. He hadn’t felt the comfort of a bed in years. Despite his weak attempts at trying to fight it, sleep grabbed him within seconds. His body was too tired, too broken, to resist the temptation of a soft bed in a safe place free of his chains.

Aylin gave a quiet sigh, watching him enviously, and wishing she was in her own bed. She leaned against the door leading to the outside. Even with all the locks in place, she felt nervous. She wasn’t sure how well wolves could track. She didn’t know if they were already hunting them. Sitting in front of the door felt safer. If it dared to open, she would be the first to know.

After only a few moments of her body relaxing, she fell onto her side, curled up on the old carpet, and dozed off.

The sunlight sneaking through the curtains painted her closed eyes with bright, warm light. It pulled her from her slumbered, dreamless state. She hadn’t even remembered allowing herself to fall asleep. Her body had taken over and forced her exhausted mind to rest. Yesterday had been the longest day of her life. She was glad that it was over. A new day was dawning.

Aylin yawned, giving a big, satisfying stretch. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and forced herself to sit up, taking note of the pillows under her head.

She was on the bed.

She scanned the room for Peter, finding him sprawled out and softly snoring on the floor. His back was pressed against the door exactly where she had been resting.

The vaguest memory of being lifted while she slept crept into the head. She remembered how warm he was, how strong his arms felt wrapped around her. She remembered feeling safe.

He had switched spots with her, giving her the comfort of the bed, while he took the floor. He broke the no touching rule but she could forgive him just this once.

At any point during the night, he could have ran. She was so out of it, she probably wouldn’t have even noticed him leave. She would have been powerless to it. He could have escaped. He could have been free.

He could have left her, doors unlocked, and vulnerable while she slept. Completely defenseless.

But he didn’t.

He stayed.

Her heart lurched at the realization. Somewhere inside his beastly brain, he felt a loyalty to her. She had saved him. She had broken him from his chains. She had been his protector, killed for him, and didn't leave him behind. He was returning the favor by staying. He knew it would end in his death but he still stuck by her side. There were worse things than death, he knew that all too well.

They weren’t friends.

But they weren’t enemies, either.

They were something else.

Something in between.

[Chapter Three]

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HUENINGKAI: “Once I like something, I end up liking it for a long time”

TOMORROW X TOGETHER The Name Chapter: TEMPTATION comeback interview

2023.02.08

HUENINGKAI listened closely to each question with his hands neatly folded as if in prayer. He would always nod along as he listened to them, waiting for the very last word to finish before answering. He knows he must wait so that he can fully absorb everything. HUENINGKAI has always waited like this, and he’s waiting now as well—for the roots to take hold, firmer and deeper.

Did you enjoy the photoshoot?

HUENINGKAI: I like Weverse Magazine because it feels new and fresh every time we shoot. Like last time—we were all connected through hands. I liked how this time it captured Neverland in all its dreaminess.

It’s winter, your favorite season. What have you been doing this winter?

HUENINGKAI: I spent Christmas and New Year’s with my family, which was great. I made mini cakes with my sisters. I ate tteokguk on New Year’s, so I’m a year older now. (laughs) I usually get up around seven or eight and go for a morning jog. I like the morning winter air and I don’t really feel the cold. I’m a morning person, so I usually wash up as soon as I get in and sleep, even if work runs late.

You did a Weverse Live with the other members to mark the holidays. You gave a pet rock as your Secret Santa gift, right?

HUENINGKAI: I chose that because I have a pet rock already and wanted another of the members to raise one with me, and then I got BEOMGYU. My pet rock was originally a gift, too. They’re cuter than you think—you can draw a face on them. I’m still raising it—Lionel Mbappé. It’s doing a shoot for a moment so it’s going to be a star soon. (laughs)

It sounds like you did a lot of small but fun things. (laughs) You must have been really busy getting ready for the year-end awards ceremonies.

HUENINGKAI: There was supposed to be a vacation in between, but we all turned it down and practiced the choreography instead. We really wanted to do a good job, so we tried to bump up how often we practiced. You’re always going to feel nervous when you get on stage if you haven’t practiced enough. It makes you anxious. We decided to practice more because we wanted to feel relaxed when we got up on stage. We put on a high-quality performance so I was satisfied with the result. I think it’s particularly amazing that the dance break we did at MMA [Melon Music Awards] managed to contain our whole storyline in just five minutes.

The beginnings of The Name Chapter were at MMA.HUENINGKAI: I really think this new album is our conceptual peak. It brings up the subject of Neverland, so it makes connections to Peter Pan, too. I feel like Neverland would be like the Nightmare version of the concept photos: It seems like a good place at first, but then you realize there’s something ominous about it. It’s like a video game: I like games, and when I have fun playing and hanging out with other people in the game world, I feel like I want to stay there. But it’s a virtual world and it’s not real. There’s stuff to do in the real world, so I’ll enjoy what I can then come back and focus on my work. I felt really happy while shooting the Nightmare version, actually. I liked lying down on the nice, soft floor with all those cute stuffed animals around me. (laughs) How did you interpret the message behind that concept?HUENINGKAI: It’s about deciding to get out and escape from Neverland even in the face of temptation from the devil. The story about that temptation starts with “Devil by the Window.” It’s like saying, Let’s walk down our own path—I mean, I think that’s how we grow up in the end. Even though you’re an adult on the surface, sometimes you’re still tempted to go back to your childhood. Sometimes when I’m up against a wall I think about how I want to return to a time when I just had fun, went home for food and studied. But I’m the kind of person where, if something bad happens, I might hold a little grudge for the day, but I sleep it off and then I’m perfectly fine. (laughs) The other members say that’s something good about me, which I think is a good personality trait for an idol to have. (laughs) What did you do to try and express being tempted in “Devil by the Window”?HUENINGKAI: I tried to sing it as breathily as possible to give it the feeling of the devil whispering. To compare to another artist: Billie Eilish. I have so much fun dancing to it because the song and dance feel like a perfect fit for the concept. I’m currently trying to make facial expressions I’ve never made before. I’ll try to stare at MOA with a mellow look when we’re on stage. The idea of temptation continues into “Sugar Rush Ride.”HUENINGKAI: It wasn’t easy to capture that at first. It’s also about temptation, but it has a different quality from “Devil by the Window,” so I tried not to be too breathy and sing with a little bit of power behind it. And it’s hard to stay in sync for that dance because it just flows with no real clear points of emphasis. So I have a lot of concerns but I’m going to make it work somehow. I don’t think anything would make me happier than putting on a perfect performance of that song.

Is wanting to grow musically another part of wanting to prove yourselves as a group? You set a goal for yourself again this year to increase how much of the music and lyrics you write.HUENINGKAI: I think I’ll still be wanting to increase my proportion after 10 or 20 years even. I don’t have a lot of time to work on it, obviously, but since we’re the ones singing and dancing, I always figure it would be nice if we could have more of our own words on the albums. You couldn’t achieve all your goals for last year, but you got the most important one done: seeing MOA.HUENINGKAI: The pandemic kept us apart for way too long. We should have been able to come around sooner and I thought it was amazing they somehow managed to hold out for three whole years. I felt really regretful and sorry. It’s really important for us to see MOA and get that energy from them, too. It wasn’t until we saw them that I truly felt like I’m a real singer. You said in another interview with Weverse Magazine back in 2020 that when you finally met them, you wanted to yell out the group greeting at the top of your lungs, dance like never before and sing “Sweat” as the encore.HUENINGKAI: Nailed it! I guess everything worked out, then. For me, the encores were the most memorable part of the concerts. I was running out of energy at that point but that part was so exciting and fun, and we could see MOA right up close and personal. I actually remember being clearly exhausted by the end of the performance at the beginning of the tour, but after doing it awhile, I got used to it. It’s like how cardio is so hard at first but after you build up your strength you can go faster and run more. It’s the same sort of thing on stage. Being that energetic and then doing “Sweat,” which is the real final song, it’s always just touching. MOA always has something prepared, too, so it’s new every time. You sang “Our Summer” as an additional encore in Manila, the last stop on the tour.HUENINGKAI: It was a pity to tour in the summer and not have “Our Summer” on the set list so it was a spontaneous final gift. (laughs) The tour allowed me to experience all kinds of things and improve myself by another step. We’re touring again in the spring. We tried to go back out as soon as possible, just like we promised! We’re going back out so soon because of how much we want to see MOA. There’s an amazing set list waiting, so look out for that. How has your relationship with MOA changed over time?HUENINGKAI: I think we actually became closer during the pandemic. It made us miss each other even more. My self-esteem improved during the tour thanks to MOA and I was so excited and grateful to see them every time. Well, duh! I’m happiest when I’m on stage and dancing for MOA. (laughs)

What else makes you happy these days, whether big or small?HUENINGKAI: Yogurt ice cream? These days it’s when I eat ice cream late at night or something else sweet at night. I’m happiest when I’m having dessert. Forget meals—I’m on Team Dessert. (laughs) That reminds me of when you said, “I live life feeling satisfied every day. Every day’s five out of five, and if I feel a little let down, it’s just a little lower.”HUENINGKAI: When I feel a little down, all I have to do is eat something sweet and I’m back in business! I’m usually okay after sleeping even if I had a rough day, so it’s not hard to have five-point days. Zen—like, no thoughts, head empty, as much as I can, calmly and with positivity. (laughs) Do hoodies, stuffed animals and anime still make you as happy as before?HUENINGKAI: Of course. Those are still my favorite things in life and nothing about that has changed. What’s your secret for holding onto that feeling so long?HUENINGKAI: I think it’s just in my nature. Once I like something, I end up liking it for a long time. My feelings don’t wane that easily. I guess you could say my love toward them is great from the start. Has there ever been a time you ended up liking something later despite your first impressions?HUENINGKAI: As far as music goes, I’d say “Good Boy Gone Bad.” I like every track off our albums but I think having a good lead single every time is our specialty. To be honest, when I first heard “Good Boy Gone Bad,” I felt like something was different suddenly and it wasn’t my style, so I had a hard time accepting it. But after we did it on stage, it felt exciting and I had fun with it. I warmed up to it when I realized people who like it would probably really like it.

When it comes to TOMORROW X TOGETHER, you can transcend your own tastes. Where does your affection towards the group come from?HUENINGKAI: The other members, of course. If we go on stage feeling resolved beforehand, I can really feel the difference in the performance. It makes me feel really enthusiastic when we yell, “Fighting!” together and go out there. They’re passionate and ambitious people and I think doing it with them makes me ready to keep moving forward and take on the challenge. You can’t really climb up higher and higher if you keep running away. I think being an idol means having to put up with things to some degree and I think it’s important for me to be active. When TAEHYUN said, “We chose to do this job, so we have to try and reach the very top no matter what, don’t you think?” I thought, Wow, he’s absolutely right. We have to keep going until the end. You mentioned that TAEHYUN’s had an influence on your MBTI changing from ENFP to ISTP.HUENINGKAI: I hear about what he’s thinking a lot since we’re roommates, so I think I naturally came to understand him. That must be how we both ended up as Ts. (laughs) There’s times when it’s good to look at things rationally and I used to be an F so I think my strong point is that I can understand both sides. It’s pretty amazing how I completely changed from ENFP. I was really emotional even as recently as when I was a trainee. I even cried a lot back then but I’ve become a little more rational since debuting. What caused your personality to change?HUENINGKAI: I think being so busy during my trainee years and after the debut slowly dulled my capacity to express my emotions. I thought about going home in the early days of trainee life because it was so hard sometimes, but after a few years I learned to just accept it. So sometimes I feel bad lately when I’m having a hard time and I say that to the other members. We’re all working together and all have hard times and I don’t want to pass my troubles on to them. When you said that, “as the youngest member, I want to be a reassuring presence” for the others, was that born out of the same feeling?HUENINGKAI: I wasn’t grown up yet when I was a trainee and I was so childish (laughs) so I don’t think I really earned much trust from the other members. Even after we debuted, I still thought about how I wanted to gain their trust. But now that we’ve been living under the same roof together, we’re just like family. I’ve been waking up to YEONJUN’s face right in front of mine ever since we were trainees. (laughs) Now, even if one of us feels like giving up, the other four can keep things moving along and help each other out. You always emphasize how important it is that you achieve things together.HUENINGKAI: We’re a team and it’s important that we’re all doing a good job together. That’s how we show the real TOMORROW X TOGETHER. If even one of us isn’t giving it their all, it isn’t TOMORROW X TOGETHER, I don’t think. I also picture us in the future together, reaching the top the way the BTS members have. And I hope our members will be happy after that. Honestly, I think their happiness is top priority. I just want them to be happy because I know how hard they work.

On Weverse Live, TAEHYUN said, “Do you want to plant a tree in the spring?” You replied, “I think I’ll be a little sad whenever the tree grows. If 20 years passes and I see the tree grew, I think I’d feel so proud. Proud, yet sentimental.” What made you feel that way?

HUENINGKAI: I think because I would feel time passing by. I feel like I’m still a fairly new artist, and if I saw that tree growing, I’d think, Wow, it’s already been that long. Time really flies.

You said you were sad when Ash became the Pokémon champion, too.

HUENINGKAI: I was already showing my true colors when I was little (laughs) and I liked the anime ever since I was a kid so it made me sad to hear someone I spent so much time with would be retiring. I looked it up and Ash and Conan are the two longest-running main characters. While the main character kept changing in other shows, Pokémon’s always been Ash. In the context of the story, the fate of everyone who becomes champion is they end up retiring somehow. I already knew it was going to end that way, but it’s still really sad. It’s just like it would feel looking at a tree if we planted it—sentimental and moving.

At least Ash must be happy. (laughs)

HUENINGKAI: Because he became the very best. Now we can reach the top, just like Ash did.

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