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not-the-cheese · 9 months

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one sentence(ish) summaries of every magnus archive episode PART 2

(eps 61-110) thank u for the funny comments and tags on the last part i love u guys

the rest of these may take a while as i've caught up to where i am currently in the podcast but i will finish them like in a month i promise

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61. the thrilling sequel to man does not open coffin: man DOES open coffin.

62. surely this doctor can find an easier way to scam people out of money than putting them in a little book.

63. THE DARK ATE MY BROTHER IN LAW.

64. this is possibly the plot of laura croft tomb raider

65. mmm crumchy

66. what's the opposite of an unboxing video

67. as close to a coffeeshop au as you're going to get from this podcast

68. Doctors hate him! Man REFUSES to die from tuberculosis!

69. your college's psych department has the worst idea ever.

70. reverse death note

71. not even death will stop this woman from taking the british subway

72. man doesn't want to be low key racist in his last moments before getting eaten

73. police versus the second coming of dark jesus

74. lady is haunted by an ad for coffee

75. mike crew says "uh fuck it let's just put this guy on a skyscraper forever"

76. ryan from buzzfeed unsolved breaks into a train yard and suffers consequences

77. you're not a enough of a bitch to be my real mom

78. man gets harassed by his cousin and then exorcises him

79. you know that chase scene in scooby doo with the doors

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80. stupid idiot motherfucking jurgen leitner

81. i have been personally victimized by the sequel to the hungry hungry caterpillar

82. pov: elias threatens to cancel you

83. mannequin takes matters into its own hands after people don't like its pitch for a new window display

84. a hoarder put newspaper on my friend's face :(

85. hey there's maybe a little man upon these stairs?

86. man gets got by a squiggly thing in the dark.

87. plumber is so oblivious to spooky happenings around him that it possibly saves his life.

88. guys i think this guy likes to dig

89. lesbian investment banker finds a new, less evil job: arson!

90. guy who turns people's bones starts a gym where he promises not to turn your bones! (he is lying)

91. i was stalked by lightning for 10 years and i all i got were these stupid scars

92. jonah magnus is a bad friend // another day another elias slay

93. ocd is no match for purple fuzz

94. let the bodies drop gently to the floor let the bodies drop gently to the floor

95. im so sorry my brain refuses to remember what the war ones were about but i think one guy got gently kissed on the forehead so that's pretty nice.

96. diversity wins! the not-quite-human delivery men who stole your identity and business are maybe gay?

97. man gets gaslighted by an entire town about a hole

98. 🎶mister sandman bring me a dream, actually don't, please stay far from me 🎶

99. another one bites the dust

100. archival assistants face off against the general public (they lose)

101. jon finally levels up high enough to unlock an eldritch horror's tragic backstory

102. LOCAL MAN MARRIES BUG

103. peppa eats a clown and they cover her in concrete instead of congratulating her.

104. pennywise stole my brother's skin

105. it's world war z baby

106. Something Big Is In Space.

107. man is interrogated about the time he saw thomas the train roasts people alive and also sans is there

108. actor is stalked by mask who liked his monologue so much that it tells its mask friends to come watch.

109. sometimes a family is just a serial killer's daughter and that guy who maybe killed some vampires

110. yeah man those spiders be eating

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munariplans · 4 months

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cold | natasha romanoff

synopsis: AU to the spidey!reader and natasha series, wherein a bad argument leads to unsaid misunderstandings and forever guilt between natasha and her love, just before christmas.

natasha romanoff x spidey! reader

word count: 2.2k words

warnings: major character death

a/n: i have to emphasise that this is an AU for these two once more, or i fear i may not make it out alive for christmas from your wraths as well...

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cold had been the one word you would describe the look in her eyes, as she told you to get out. to get out, if it made you happier going out on that stupid mission than spending time at home with your family. that stupid mission that no one could deny was not only dangerous, but life-threatening. but you were confident in your abilities. you knew that if anyone could survive it, you could. you also knew that bringing the stolen artefact home could add a nice year-end bonus that would chip in heavily to the new play room that was being built for your son.

you didn’t mention any of that to natasha, of course. she was already enraged enough as it is, standing by the christmas tree the three of you had decorated together. your son was a greater help than you, she would say, as you carried him on your shoulders and allowed him to choose where he wanted to hang the ornaments beside natasha. you remembered those moments fondly.

“get out then,” she bit harshly, “get out on that stupid, godforsaken mission if you have to. i could care less about trying to convince you otherwise anymore. it seems that whatever i say these days doesn’t even matter.”

“nat, of course what you say matters.”

“you don’t love me enough to have it matter.”

“how can you–”

but she had put up a hand to stop you. it was enough. she had sighed deeply, and began walking back to the bedroom. it was late, and your son had a preschool play the next day. natasha needed to get up early to put his costume together for him.

you didn’t see a point fighting her. maybe you should have. maybe you should have gone up to her, wrapped your arms around her, and told her just how sorry you were. that you weren’t going on the mission anymore, because it would be going against her wishes, and you loved her too much to disrespect her like that. maybe things would’ve been different then.

what you did instead, was sigh irritatedly as well, and began packing up for the mission. getting dressed in your spider suit underneath plain clothing, you slipped your mask into one of the pockets on your jacket. the pendant with natasha’s photo inside of it hung snugly on your neck; your good luck charms.

natasha watched you enter the bedroom, equipping your web shooters and packing the last of your things. she didn’t say anything. when you were finished and shot one last longing glance to her, she clenched her jaw and looked away. she didn’t want to be the one to give in first. she wished she had. she wished she had just put her ego down, and hugged and kissed you goodbye. it would have alleviated so much of the regret, and sorrow, that she was feeling right now.

you nodded understandingly, swallowing a particularly difficult breath. coming a little closer, you noticed natasha not flinching when you moved. so you took the chance to kiss her on the cheek, and murmur i’ll be home soon in her ear. she gave a nonchalant grunt and drew the covers over her face.

but natasha still cared. she cared so much that it hurt; it was inane for her, just caring for you. and so when you left the bedroom and made your way across the hall to your son’s room, she followed.

she watched by the door as you woke him up gently, leaning down to smile at him as he sleepily reached out for your voice in the dark. you held his hand, calling him your little warrior, and then, you leaned down and whispered, just enough for natasha to barely make out, “take care of your mama for me while i’m gone, okay? just like we talked about, my warrior.”

his hands imitated your own when you shot your web shooters; the spider pose, he would say, as you chuckled. you kissed him gently on the forehead then, and tucked him back in.

“when will you be back?” he asked, eyes wide as he saw your mission supplies.

you smiled sadly at him. “just in time for christmas, i promise.”

“pinky promise?” he let out his pinky, you interlaced it with yours, nodding.

natasha disappeared back into the room before you could see her, her own eyes red and brimming with tears. she heard the click of the front door a few seconds later. she wished she had never allowed you to leave that night.

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it had been a mistake; a miscalculation on your part, which led to a mistake with even graver consequences than you had realised. you had slipped in the wet snow running from the enemies, allowing them to catch up with you. just enough for a clear shot.

the first few seconds after the initial gunshot felt broken, silent in the freezing air of the night. your breath was still ragged, desperate to flee, and your reflexes had been working perfectly fine. then came the second, and the third, and you knew something had gone very, very wrong.

you let go of the artefact, and zipped away out of sight.

ending up at a rooftop just near the park, you could hear the confused shouts and demands for the enemies to find you. but you knew, that while you were not safe up there, you were hidden. stumbling as you landed, you scrambled to feel just where you had been shot, and why the bullets weren’t deflected from your near-bulletproof suit. you cursed when you felt that they had been designed to mimic the density of arrows instead.

“oh my god,” you hadn’t realised just how much blood was pouring out of you. you reached out for the wall beside you, but soon enough, standing proved to be too arduous of a task, as you crippled to your knees. your hands drawn back were doused in blood, and you finally felt just how piercing the wounds were, exposed to the cold.

you lay on your back. rolling over onto your back was all you could manage. the lightheadedness was coming quickly; you were so cold, everything hurt. you had tried pressing your hands against the wounds, but even more hot blood coated them while doing so. under the moonlight, the blood appeared thick and black, almost like molasses.

the crippling fear that you were going to bleed out before anyone could find you began to set in. and through your short, panicked, breaths, you felt something slip out of your pocket. the blood had made the grip in your suit slippery enough to allow your phone to slip.

there, the wallpaper of natasha and your son shone bright against the dark backdrop of the night. you shut your eyes, summoning the last of your strength to grip it and bring it closer to you. your fingers slipped as they pressed down on natasha’s number from muscle memory. your vision had gone blurry by the time you managed to press the phone against your ear.

the tone rang once, twice, then, “hello?”

her voice was always sweet like honey. the thought of bleeding out before you could hear that voice for another day would have filled you with the rage of dying, but you had no energy for it any longer. you were so very, very tired. and so very, very cold.

“hi, my love.”

natasha moved the phone to her other ear. you rarely called her during missions; you had always feared for her safety. there was the soft pitter patter of rain in the background of where you were. natasha didn’t know that in the rain, the water and blood was slowly filling up your lungs.

“what’s wrong?” you hated how she knew there was something amiss. her voice already carried an air of concern.

you cleared your throat. “nothing. i just needed to hear your voice…how have you been?”

“it’s only been a week, baby. nothing much has changed since you left.” natasha would regret uttering those words just a few minutes later.

you smiled. “t-that’s good. how was our boy’s play? d-did he outshine the others, like i said?”

“he did, he was easily the best one there,” natasha cooed, her other hand ruffling your son’s hair as he played with his toys while waiting for natasha to complete mission reports in the compound. “he misses you so much.”

“tell him–” the line crackled as the rain beat down harder on you, “–please tell him–that–that i miss him too.”

the troubled feeling in natasha’s gut only grew bigger. “i will. baby, is everything okay over there? is the mission…okay?”

you drew a ragged breath that natasha didn’t miss. “yeah, yeah of course. mission’s perfectly fine. like i said…i just wanted to hear your voice.”

there was a beat of silence, as natasha held her tongue and you hoped she wouldn’t detect the fading in your voice. it hurt to breathe by then.

“nat?”

“yes?” she responded immediately.

“i’m sorry, nat. for going on this mission. for going against your wishes. i’m sorry–” the line crackled, “–that i made you feel small, or your opinions unvalued. you know that…you know that your opinions always matter to me. and–”

you had drawn up a cough, wet and bloody. “–and i’m sorry for all the times i never made you feel as loved as i should have. i’m sorry for not loving you enough, as you told me. i regret everything about that argument we had, you know. i love you so much, i don’t think i could fathom…the idea of losing you.”

“it’s alright, baby, it’s really alright,” natasha had moved from her office to the main comms room, paging for an emergency meeting, “i forgive you. and i said some nasty things i didn’t mean too. i hope you forgive me as well, and we can move past it, together. i love you too, you know.”

“yeah, i do,” your eyelids were drooping, “thank you.”

natasha could hear the footsteps of the others by then. “baby, are you sure everything is alright? should i call for help? where are you?”

“no, no,” you begged, “please, i’m alright. just stay on the line with me, please.”

“i’m not hanging up.”

you let out another bloodied cough. this time, it was hard to deny that natasha couldn’t hear it, because it had launched you into an even worse state, your suit beginning to grow heavy on your bones from the water and blood. there was no hope by then.

“nat?”

“yes, sweetheart.”

“it’s just me and you here, right?” you looked up to the moon, wondering if it was the same one she was staring at right now.

natasha shut her eyes in pain, gripping the table before her. fury’s hand wrapped over hers, as the team gathered around her. they had already begun tracing your call, and the avengers were suiting up. “...just me and you.”

you were wincing between every word, “the drawer below where you keep your winter coats. our son’s christmas present…and yours. i–don’t think–i can make it home for christmas on time. will you help me break the news…to him? i’m sorry.”

natasha let the tears run freely then. they had found you. and she had seen just the state you were in. “baby, please. why are you–”

“–please?” natasha shook her head. this cannot be happening. “nat, please?”

“okay, okay,” she reluctantly agreed. whatever to keep you awake. “in exchange, can you…can you hold on for a little while longer? i’m coming, baby.”

you let out a soft exhale as you smiled. “i love you nat. i always have, and i always will.”

“i love you too. so please, can you–”

“–do me a favour, nat. don’t. don’t try. just please…please stop crying for me?”

she had wanted to scream. she had wanted to scream, to find you and shake you so hard that you would wake up and realise that you were killing her just by dying too, and that she had wanted to slap you so hard for even daring to ask her not to cry. but she also wanted to hold you, to hug you and kiss you, and have the opportunity of feeling your touch once more before she said goodbye. she didn’t want this to be the way it all ended.

she didn’t know how she was going to survive without you. her blood was running cold and she was pacing back and forth in anxiety. the team didn’t dare interfere with how she was dealing with the impending loss of her wife.

your voice was drifting further and further away. you were dying.

“i have to go now, nat. please forgive me. please forgive me. and please kiss our son goodnight before bed tonight for me. thank you for everything.”

the phone dropped, and natasha’s world stopped. her son would not only know that you weren’t coming home for christmas, but you weren’t coming home at all. and she would know that had she just convinced you a little better, loved you a little harder, you wouldn’t have gone on the mission. and she would still have you by her side for christmas.

cold had been the body they found right outside yours and natasha's shared apartment. cold had been natasha’s heart the moment she saw you again, the life in your eyes gone and the guilt in her heart needling itself into grief.

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 3 months

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Love me or hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader [HS Academic Rivals AU])

Hiii! It’s been a second cuz I’ve been so busy, so I apologize. So enjoy! Not proofread

(L/N)-Last name, (Y/N)-Your name.

Cursing, mentions of death, fake stab wound, comfort/hurt/comfort, Miguel being mean :(

Word count: 3k

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Chapter 9: What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way

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“Did you forget the next line? It’s: Thus with a kiss I die…”

You let out a groan after a moment realizing his hesitation, getting up from your lying position on the floo as you open your eyes, causing Miguel to scoot away from you from his kneeling position over you.

“Why’d you stop?” You asked curtly as you crossed your legs, raising a brow up at him.

“I’m not gonna kiss you, (L/N).”

You had finally gotten Miguel to show up to do a practice run of the scene, the presentation was happening in the following day, and thankfully you’d both practiced it apart, but the odd tension between you both you still couldn’t desphire wasn’t helping the process go on any easier. Countless pauses and time-outs, you two have been going through the scene over and over, like a broken record that kept falling over into the same scratch devit, skipping, repeating, but never finishing.

“Does it look like I’m jumping at the idea, O’Hara?” You countered as you grabbed the pillow you had placed on his carpeted dorm floor and placed it onto your lap, taking your hair out from your hair clip before reaching to place it on his nightstand, deciding it was too unbearable to lay on any longer before continuing. “We’re not gonna make out with each other in front of the whole class. It’s just a small peck.”

“Oh like how that kiss with Spider-Man was a ‘small peck’.” Miguel was too busy doing air quotes for him to catch the pillow as you threw it at his chest. His eyes rolling at the childish act while you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment at the memory.

It’s not like you regretted it or anything, it was just annoying when he brought it up.

“Okay, whatever. We can fake it-what’s that thing they do in theater?-oh stage kiss. We can do a stage kiss.” You suggested but Miguel's facial expressions clearly show he had no idea what a stage kiss was, making you groan and roll your eyes as if it was common knowledge. “Do you know what that is?”

“No, I’m not a geek unlike you.”

“That’s ironic coming from the science nerd.”

Now it was him rolling his eyes with a scoff.

“Are you going to explain it or not?”

“Okay, okay.” You put your hands up in defense as you shift to sit on your knees, before going to explain. “A stage kiss is basically just a kiss for the stage, but we can make it look like we’re kissing without our lips actually touching.” Miguel raised a brow, a silent ask for you to explain further. “Like, you tilt your head a specific way or you put your thumb on my lips and you kiss your thumb.”

Was Miguel’s next question a risky one? Maybe. Did he want it to be an excuse to get close to you again? Maybe, even if he can’t get the sweet relief of tasting your lips again, he’ll take whatever crumbs you’ll toss his way. Even if he had to pretend he didn’t enjoy it. So with a quick clearing of the throat, he shifted a bit closer, careful to not startle you as he approached you as if you were a wounded animal.

“May I?”

His felt his heart began to pound a little bit faster as he watched confusion cover your face for a split second before you realized what he means, and he thinks for a second you’ll say no with the way you bite your bottom lip ever so subtlety in a way he doesn’t think even you notice, and the way he noted your hand fidgeting with the hem of your shirt despite not breaking eye contact, but eventually you nodded.

“Okay…”

Your voice was soft, meek, gentle, something that it never was towards Miguel. It took all of him to not rush towards you and kiss your lips for real, but he knew better. So with slow movements, silence envelopes the air around you both. It was very faint, the way the atmosphere in the room shifted as he placed his hand on your side of your face. Praying to god that he didn’t feel the way your jaw flexed as you swallowed the lump in your throat as his thumb grazed and stopped in the middle of your lips. His eyes dropped to them for a split second before they were back on you, and finally, they closed as he leaned in. Warm spreads through your body, seeping into the pit of your stomach, as your eyes naturally close as well. Despite his thumb separating you both, you can still feel the phantom presence of his lips on yours. In your head, they tasted like Spider-Man’s.

After a while, you felt him finally pull away, bringing you back down to earth as you blink up at him, if it wasn’t for the dark lightning in his dorm you would have both noticed the fleshing in his cheeks. He cleared his throat, “Like that?”

“Yeah, like that.” You nodded as you tried to play off the whole situation nonchalantly. “Let’s try to go through the whole thing, and when you die on me don’t rest all your weight on me please? You’ll crush me.” You attempted to lighten the mood with a joke as you took the forgotten pillow and placed it back to its original spot. Grateful when you heard him stifle a snort under his breath.

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He should stop this.

He knows he should.

He’s made a habit out of it now, and habits are hard to break. You’ve even started to keep your widow unlocked for him, how could he resist himself? It’s obvious you wanted him to stop by. So, here he was, outside your window. You having just left his dorm not even a full hour ago, your hair clip and copy of Gravity’s Rainbow still sitting in his dorm where you left them, forgotten on your way out the door.

He always had this small mental battle with himself as he slipped his finger through the small crack in the window. Knowing how dangerous it was to get you involved with Spider-Man, if he wasn’t careful, it would only lead to danger. Still he couldn’t help but continue to spin his web, entrapping you in it without you none the wiser. He was given the opportunity to become closer to you in a way he couldn’t as himself, and he’d be foolish to not take advantage of it. At least, that's what he told himself to justify his actions when finger finally pulled your window up almost every night.

He didn’t see you at first, and it made his chest tighten in panic, but the feeling quickly died down, once he heard the doorknob to your front door open. He let out a sigh of relief when he realized he had gotten there before you. When you opened the door to your dorm you let out a small startled yelp when met with the familiar red and blue costume, you hand shooting up to your chest to help calm down your shot up heartbeat once you realized the intruder wasn’t a threatening one.

“Jesus… you scared me…” You mumbled as you closed and locked the door behind yourself.

“Sorry about that, I didn't know you were out.” He lied as he shot a glowing web to turn on your overhead light, you not even flinching at the moment, having grown accustomed to it, despite your many pleas to not web up your room for the sake of convenience.

“I told you to stop doing that. You know how long it takes for me to take that off? It always sticks to my hands.” You whined as you went to try and take it off, and Miguel couldn’t help but let out a laugh as it does, in fact, stick to your hands.

“Here I got it…” He murmured as he moved to takes your smaller hand in his, picking at the webbing under the neon red no longer covering your palm, once it was cleaned, he turned it over and placed a small kiss over your knuckles.

“Thanks.” You said with a small smile once you pulled your hand away. “I can’t stay up too late, I have that-“

“That project tomorrow, I know. You’ve been talking about it non-stop.” He interrupted, causing you to laugh. “It’s fine though, I shouldn’t let our little visits cut into so much of my patrol time anyways.” He admitted, a faux hurt expression fell over your features.

“If my company bores you, you can just say so-“ You were silenced by a web covering your mouth, knowing despite his face being covered underneath his mask, he was giving you a playful smirk. You gave him a glare as you attempted to rip them from your lips.

“Shush. You know, for a smart girl, I’d expect you to not say stupid shit like that.” His head tilted slightly, before he walked over and ripped the webbing from your mouth, letting out a small hiss at the sensation as you went to soothe the area with the back of your hand.

“Do me a favor.”

“Hmm?”

“Wear a coat tomorrow, we’re going to take a little trip.” Was all he said before he slipped back through your window, not even letting you respond back to the request, as you stood there in confusion, just staring at the open window.

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“O happy dagger!” You grabbed the toy retractable knife that was in Miguel’s pocket, raising it in the air with your right hand, while he played dead in front of you. “This is thy sheath:” You were thankful that Ms.Covey had turned on the harsh stage lights, flooding out the rest of your classmates so it gave the illusion of empty seats, although they couldn’t distract you from the occasional scribble of a pen on paper from your teacher in the otherwise quiet room. You bring the toy knife down and press the fake blade against your abdominal, faking a grunt of pain as you slowly push it till it sat flesh against you, before putting it back away from you. “There rust, and let me die.” You finally finish and you succumb to your faux wound, collapsing onto Miguel's torso.

After a beat, applause spreads through the air, making you release an unknown breath that you were holding in your rest and you finally getting off of Miguel, both of finally standing up as the stage lights dimmed slightly enough to reveal your teacher.

“Good job you too, nothing but the best as always-“ Her praise was interrupted when the bell rang, signaling that class was over, causing all the students to fill out and off to elsewhere. You quickly go to grab your book bag from the wing of the stage, a big grin on your face as you weave through the crowd, feeling accomplished as you try to catch up to your rival to congratulate him.

“Hey! O’Hara!” You smiled brightly as you caught up to him, ignoring the side eye he gave, too focused on the project you both nailed. “We did so well! I was surprised that-“

“Oh my god why are you still pestering me?” He hissed, turning to glared daggers at you that made you falter. “All you do is pester me!” You took a step away from him before even registering the movement in your head properly. He looked so pissed off, it was a bit unnerving, you had done a lot worse to make him upset and he’d only ever give you back a sarcastic comment or something along the lines of friendly fire. How did doing well in a project together be the thing to set him off?

“Sorry-sorry, I just wanted to say that I’m glad we-“ You didn’t get to finish before being interrupted again.

“Can you just shut up.” You were glad that the once full courtyard was now barren, reduced to only you and Miguel. You didn’t need prying eyes on you to worsen the humidity of Miguel ripping you a new one for seemingly no reason. You weren’t sure if it was the lighting from the sun or your brain short circuiting from confused and slight fear but you swore Miguel’s brown maroon eyes looked almost as if they were growing a more pure red color.

“I’m-I’m sorry...” Your words fell on deaf ears as your face once again with Miguel’s back, watching him walk away.

He always walks away.

“What’s your problem with me? I understand we’ve never really gotten along with each other but you're acting like you hate me.” The pit in your stomach disappears once it was swallowed up with the anger that started to seep into you, taking a few steps towards him.

“Because I do hate you (Y/N).”

I’m in love with you (Y/N).

“I hate the way you’re always around.”

I love the way I know you’ll always be near.

“I hate how you always try to one up me in class.”

I love how you challenge me, I haven’t been challenged in a long time.

“I hate the way you quote your stupid poems and books you always read.”

I love the way you’ve changed my perspective on the world.

“I hate you.”

I love you.

“Your voice.”

Your voice.

“Your laugh.”

Your laugh.

“I hate everything about you.”

I love everything about you.

You couldn’t hear anything, you couldn’t let him see the way your eyes started to sting with your forming tears, so you walked away.

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He didn’t know why he couldn’t shut himself up. Why he kept spewing false garbage from his mouth, he couldn’t handle it anymore. The lies, the confusing feelings, the late night visits. It’s all too much, he couldn’t get himself to leave you alone. He needed to push you away, as far away as he possibly could. That includes Spider-Man.

But…

He knew he wouldn’t be able too, and that’s why the second the sunset turned the sky from its usual blue to orange and yellow hues, he found himself outside of your window, pulling up your window before he felt the guilt from his words earlier swallow him whole.

“Your favorite spider is here-“ But unfortunately, the guilt ate him up anyways when his eyes immediately fell on your figure, curled up in a ball with your face stuffed into that fox plushie of yours, small whimpers leaving your slight shaking form. “Hey…Hey… what’s wrong?” He didn’t need to ask, he already knew what was wrong, and you didn’t answer, didn’t even look up as you shook your head, opting to bury it deeper into white tummy of the stuffed animal, it surely damp with your tears.

“I don’t wanna talk about it…” You croaked with a sniffle, and Miguel let out a heavy sigh as he carefully approached your bed, taking a seat at the edge where your legs were curled up, and began to rub soothing circles into your back.

“We won’t talk about it then…” Miguel was afraid if you did, mostly because he wouldn’t know how to react. Taking a beat of silence before bringing his hand up to your chin, and lifted it gently for you to face him. You retaliated with a small whine before moving to hide your face once more.

“No, I don’t want you to see me like this, my-my face is are all red and puffy, my mascara is all fucked up, and-“

“Hey,” His hand goes to your chin to turn it towards him once more, but this time you didn’t move it away, although your eyes didn’t meet his, “look at me.” After a moment you did. “You are the most beautiful…” You looked away with a giggle, his hand he was holding you with turned your head towards him again as his gloved thumb came up to wipe away a lingering tear. “beautiful…” he repeated, “amazing… most intelligent and wonderful women I've met.”

“Thank you…”

“Of course, now get up.” He said as he stood up from the bed, grabbing the fox from your arms and placing it where he was just at on the bed, chucking a bit when he noticed the confusion on your face. “What? Don’t tell me you forgot about your surprise, did you?”

“My surprise?” He nodded with a hum as you slowly sat up, and went to place on your shoes.

“Yes ma’am, put a coat on we’re gonna be swinging there.”

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“Dontdropmedontdropmedropme-“

“I’m not gonna drop you.” He laughed.

“I’m never gonna get used to swinging!”

“Well you better try!”

“Can I open my eyes yet?”

“Not yet… gonna place you down first…”

You had no idea where he was bringing you too, the only clues you had were the noise of Nueva York that surrounded you, which wasn’t much help. You let out a sigh of relief when he placed your feet down onto a solid surface, most likely a rooftop.

“Are you dizzy?”

“Nope.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, yes just let me open my eyes please.” You laughed as you reached out towards the sound of his voice and hit the air around him as a signal to hurry.

“Alright, open up.” You smiled as you did so, and once your eyes focused on the view in front of you, you let out a gasp.

“You did not…”

“I did, do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it. Thank you, thank you thank you!” You quickly pulled him into an embrace, one of his hands went to the small of your back as the other brought his mask up to his nose, before pulling you into a kiss.

In the distance, in front of the orange and yellow hues that illuminated the sky, was the Brooklyn bridge. Sprawled across the cables were three words written in red webbing.

I love you.

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(sorry, this got way long, and maybe a little sappy, but i didn't want to spam with multiple asks)

so i just finished reading the most recent chapter of the cultist reincarnation au, and i love it so so much.

my personal fave part is bills little rivalry with the mini bill plush. bill waited for so long to see his husband again, and this little plush is getting all of the affection bill wants, i love it. i hope dipper keeps it around after getting all his memories back, because it is a wonderful way to tease bill. just 'fine, i'll just go hug and kiss my new, better husband!' said as dipper walks off with mini bill just to annoy bill.

after reading that chapter i started rereading the entire familiar au (or like 95% of everything that was written for it including snippits, pov changes, and multipart stories, thanks to weirdeggi's masterpost) and its so so fun and interesting seeing bill go from a demonic jackass who barely tolerates his human, to seeing him put so much time, care, and patience into making sure the cultist reincarnation of dipper feels comfortable and relaxed around him. while seeing dipper go from timid and ignorant in the beginning to confident and knowledgeable with the ability to handle all of bills tricks easily.

it's just all so good and you write the characters so so well, i love them so much. i love seeing how much they've grown and drove each other insane/sane. the world building is so well done, especially with how the magic works and affects things. i've read these stories so many times over the years and as they come out, and each new one is always a delight. no pressure on you to rush of course, please take your time, but know that any new fic or chapter you post has at least one person eager to read and enjoy it.

(the rest of this is just going to be fun questions that popped up while rereading, no pressure on answering them, i just thought of them while reading and thought they'd be fun to ask and share)

I am curious about how bill views or thinks about his 'sickness' after the events of confessing it, and if that's different from several reincarnations later. cause i know in the bill v bill fic the other bill still calls it a sickness, and while i know our bill is happy as hell, i do wonder if he still thinks its a sickness or a curse, even if its the best thing to ever happen to him.

i'd also be interested to know if dipper ever makes friends with any demons, cause like i know in confessing it he meets pyronica and she reminds him of mabel, and he kinda got along with the spider centaur demon, but it would be neat to know if he ever makes actual friends with any demons, and if those friendships 1) make bill jealous 2) last over several reincarnations

speaking of the reincarnation, i'm curious when in their relationship that those two put that plan into action. like if it was still early into their relationship or if it was as dipper got older and his days got more numbered. i know bill thinks of it kind of early on while they're together, but that doesn't mean it's put into action right away.

it would be neat to see how all bills henchmen eventually see the whole bond too. i know in confessing it they see bill acting all weird with dipper, and how much his human affects bills mood, so im sure they know its better to have him around even if for a little while. but its fun to think that later down the line when the reincarnations pop up its viewed more as 'vacation time' when the henchmen don't have to take over reality and can relax while bills off smooching his mortal.

Thanks so much; I'm really glad you've enjoyed the fic! If it's been half as fun to read as it's been to write I'll have accomplished a ton.

Okay, onto the questions:

1: Bill likely still considers it a sort of sickness/curse, but like. Not a bad one, necessarily. While his relationship is way weird for a demon, that's actually great! He's the master of weirdness! If it weirds out other beings or confuses the hell out of them, that's proof that he's the best in the biz, baby. And he's very, very happy.

2: Dipper probably does make some demon friends/acquaintances. It's only natural after multiple lifetimes running in the same circles with eternal beings. Given a friendship in one lifetime, it's likely the demons' assumption that they'll just pick back up where they left off! Neat new body, how's it suiting you? (The familiarity weirds out Dipper incarnations until they get their memories back.)

I don't think Bill's jealous of them, though. Hanging out with buddies doesn't register as 'competition' for Dipper's affections, in the same way that Dipper's not jealous of the henchmaniacs.

3: I haven't decided exactly when they settle on the reincarnation thing, but likely it's after a near-death experience. Maybe even post-whump!

4: Speaking of those henchmen! They're eventually gonna get used to Bill being hitched. Not like they have a choice in the matter; Dipper's not going anywhere.

The new status quo is pretty weird, but they knew what they were getting into in regards to 'weird' - and frankly, Bill's in a vastly better mood whenever his husband's home. Something that puts the Boss in a cheerful Fun Times Interdimensional Crimes Party mood? When he gets pissy there's a human who deals with it, rather than Bill lashing out and picking on whoever's closest? Absolutely! They're all for it! Once those Big Upsides become apparent, they're gonna be pleased to see Dipper hanging around.

#answers #Cult Dipper with his memories back absolutely 100% will storm off when miffed to go kiss and cuddle his 'better husband' (Mini-Bill)#Bill then fumes and sulks at this horrible injustice #This was long in my response but hey! Sometimes you gotta write a lot #So glad that you're enjoying my work #I gotta write more now #Onward to the document #Unless I get sidetracked by Stardew again

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Can I request a baby blurb about Spider!Lottie x Black Cat!Nat x reader who’s ordinary? I saw a LottieNat spider-woman au on TikTok and started thinking a lil bit about it. Reader has no clue her gfs are heroes works for the school newspaper and finds out somehow.

★🕸️🐈‍⬛ — 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗮𝘁 𝘅 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

n/a. i know u asked for a baby blurb but by the time i finished writting this i realized that it was too long, i hope u don’t mind 😭 also ty for requesting this, i love marvel and dc but i currently only write for yjs so it felt like two birds one stone 😼🫶🏼

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after receiving a low grade on your most recent english literature essay, you faced the risk of failing the class if your grades didn't improve significantly. fortunately, your english professor, who also supervised the university’s newspaper, was in need of additional contributors and offered extra points if you joined. without hesitation, you agreed. although you weren't particularly passionate about journalism, you found it intriguing enough.

however, a few weeks ago, everything changed. an announcement was made regarding a contest, exclusively open to the twenty students involved with the newspaper. only one student would emerge as the winner, with their story featured on the front page—a prestigious honour typically reserved for seniors or professors. additionally, the winning story would be published in the state newspaper, which would undoubtedly enhance your linkedin profile, or so you thought. but what truly excited you was the ultimate reward: exemption from all remaining english literature exams for the semester, ensuring a perfect a+ as the final grade. this meant you could forego the rest of the english lit classes, and it became your primary goal—to craft the best story and secure victory in the contest.

recently, it was discovered that the two superheroes of the moment were, in fact, students at wiskayok university. how the media obtained this information remained a mystery, but its authenticity had been confirmed. you knew that if you were able to expose the identities of these heroes, it would cause a frenzy and undoubtedly lead to your victory. was it ethical to reveal their identities? maybe not. did you want to spend your summer retaking english class? absolutely not. with that in mind, you channelled all your determination and energy into this story.

as the days passed, your obsession with this personal project grew stronger. you had to admit that ever since you were little, you secretly loved superheroes. so, even though your main goal was to win the contest, you also found genuine interest in it. staying late at school, hiding between the bleachers or on the rooftops, became a routine as you searched for any peculiar signs. you even managed to swipe the absences list from the principal's office and kept track of the students with the highest number of absences, considering them as your prime suspects.

your girlfriends, nat and lottie, tried to convince you to stop this endeavour multiple times, insisting it was dumb and a waste of time—especially since it left you with little free time for them. nonetheless, you remained stubborn as ever, even when lottie offered to get you a tutor who could help you over the summer.

it was a tuesday afternoon after class. you dropped off your girlfriends at the field for their soccer practice, promising them that you would go straight home and wait for movie night, something you hadn't done in a while. little did they know, instead of keeping that promise, you had arranged to meet up with two friends. you had paid them beforehand to stage a scene on the street: one pretending to be a burglar, and the other acting as the victim. the plan worked, and now you found yourself hiding inside an empty trash container, straining your ears to catch snippets of distant voices. carefully, you lifted the lid a few centimetres, giving yourself a limited view of spider-woman and black cat as they removed their suits and changed into their regular clothes, which they had stashed in a backpack. unfortunately, your line of sight only reached up to their hips, as lifting the lid any further would risk exposing yourself to their gaze.

that was until a putrid smell reached your nostrils, prompting you to discreetly turn on your phone's flashlight. as the light revealed a dead rat in the corner, you couldn't help but gag, dropping the lid with a loud thud.

"fuck," you muttered, covering your mouth and nose, attempting to stay quiet, praying they hadn't heard you. but it was too late; barely a second later, the lid was forcefully lifted, and the intense daylight flooded your vision, momentarily blinding you.

you were scared shitless, fully prepared to face none other than spider-woman and black cat, and boy, were you fucked. you didn't even bother thinking about making a run for it, already envisioning the worst possible outcomes.

"babe?" you heard, the surprise evident in the familiar voice, pulling you back to reality. in an instant, you opened your eyes and found lottie standing right in front of you. perplexed, you glanced beside her, catching sight of nat, whose arm was lifting the lid.

you rose to your feet, surveying the area, only to discover that the superheroes had vanished. "what are you doing here? you said you were heading straight home," nat questioned, furrowing her eyebrows.

you were about to reply, stumbling over your words as you tried to come up with an excuse when something caught your eye. it was the backpack lottie was carrying—the same one spider-woman and black cat had used to retrieve their clothes just moments ago. shock washed over you, and the realization hit you like a bucket of cold water.

you stared at the backpack in disbelief, still trying to wrap your head around the entire situation. it all made sense now. their sudden disappearances, getting late to almost every single date, the frequent class absences, the mysterious phone calls. you knew they were up to something, but sure as hell you never thought it would be this. they weren’t even on your suspect list.

lottie and nat slowly shifted their gaze toward each other, guilt and embarrassment written all over their faces. it was clear that neither of them had expected you to stumble upon them like this. "we can explain," lottie finally spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper.

"why didn't you tell me?" you inquired, furrowing your brows as you patiently waited for an explanation.

nat shifted nervously from one foot to the other before finally taking a deep breath and replying, "we wanted to, but… we didn’t know how."

lottie nodded in agreement. "we didn't want to put you in danger, y/n, and we also didn't want you to worry," she added.

she began to explain further about her and nat's secret side gig. "we started doing this not long after meeting each other," she said, her voice laced with guilt.

nat stepped closer to you, her gaze apologetic yet determined at the same time. "and we know that keeping this from you wasn’t fair, but we thought it was the best thing for our relationship."

you felt a wave of emotions surge through your body: anger, confusion, worry. part of you wanted to yell at them for lying and keeping secrets from you, while another part reminded yourself that they were only trying to protect you. but if something bad happened to them or even worse—if they died while doing this—you didn't know how you would cope with the guilt.

lottie seemed to sense your distress and quickly stepped forward, her face full of determination. “hey, everything’s gonna be alright,” she said with a gentle smile, taking your hand in hers and soothingly stroking it with her thumb. “i promise.”

you sighed, tears welling up in your eyes. "i just want you both to be safe. i don't wanna lose you," you said, looking at them.

"but you won't," lottie reassured you. "we know how to take care of ourselves," she said.

"yeah, don't worry about us, babe," nat chimed in. "lotts' spidey senses are top-notch, and i have killer claws. see?" she showed her claws off with a mischievous grin, snarling playfully as she tried to make you laugh.

“dumbass," you said with a smile, nudging her shoulder. nat retracted her claws and used her thumb to wipe away your tears. "seriously though, don't worry. we'll be fine. and our top priority will always be to protect you and make sure you’re okay. we love you, y/n, a lot." she moved her hand to your cheek, softly stroking it.

"i love you too," you replied sincerely, hugging both of them tightly. they kissed your head simultaneously as lottie rubbed your back and nat stroked your hair. "but if you ever hide something like this from me again, i swear i'll kill you," you warned them as you playfully tugged their ears simultaneously, making them complain.

"okay, okay, we get it!" nat cried out as you finally let them go.

“owie," lottie said, rubbing her ear with a pained expression.

"you two act all tough in those suits but can't handle a little ear tug," you teased them.

before you could even laugh, one of them lifted you up and carried you away in her arms.

"holy fuck!" you yelled out in fear. "get me the fuck down!"

you tightly held onto lottie's body, closing your eyes shut as she held you securely in her arms. she had put her mask back on and was swinging between buildings with her spider webs. nat was right behind, using her claws and speed to leap from building to building, quickly catching up.

you could feel the wind rushing by your face as you sped through the afternoon sky, the scenery below becoming a blur. just as you were starting to get used to the exhilarating feeling, lottie gently landed on the ground, bringing you to your destination. opening your eyes, you realized you were on your room's balcony.

"what are we doing here? aren't you two going back to practice?" you asked.

"the last thing i wanna do after dealing with some burglar jerk is going back to school and putting up with taissa's annoying-ass team captain attitude," nat replied wearily, entering your room and tossing her backpack on the floor before flopping face-down onto your bed.

"yeah," lottie agreed. "and we thought this would be a perfect time to start movie night," she said as she hopped onto the bed beside nat and patted the spot in the middle, looking at you.

"fine… but we're gonna have a serious conversation about this later," you warned them. nat just hummed dismissively in response. "and you better start installing life360 on your phones," you commanded.

nat and lottie exchanged glances and made complaining faces at each other. "see? this is why i didn't want to tell her," nat muttered, her voice muffled by the pillows as she plopped her face back down.

“if you don’t do it i swear to god i’ll—” you started to say, but your words were cut off as lottie shot a spiderweb toward your mouth, silencing you. you began to mumble angrily, trying to remove it, which caught nat's curious gaze. she burst into laughter at the sight, and lottie couldn't help but join in. just as you managed to take off the spiderweb and were about to scold them, lottie shot another one, this time towards your body, pulling it swiftly and causing you to fly towards the bed, landing right between them.

as soon as you landed, they snuggled up to you and showered you with kisses all over your face, making you giggle and try to stop them with your hands.

"still mad at us?" lottie asked once they stopped.

“mmm, not if you let me pick today’s movie,” you negotiated.

"fair," nat said, grabbing the remote as the three of you snuggled together under the covers.

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idk-bruh-20 · 1 year

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Irondad fic ideas #125

AU where Thanos never happened and the Rogues eventually return. They've been pardoned and they're supposed to get the team back together, but there's still tension. A lot has changed.

Tony has told them repeatedly to never call in Spider-Man for backup. Steve doesn't understand or approve. He assumes Tony is just holding a grudge, trying to keep this new, obviously powerful recruit on his own side.

One day, Tony is caught up in SI business somewhere when a mission comes up, and they need extra hands. Steve decides to call in Spider-Man.

At first the mission goes smoothly, but then of course things take a turn. All hell breaks loose.

Tony taps into comms not long after to tell them he's on his way. He's left his meeting and is flying as fast as he can, though he's still a long way out. Somehow, Tony figures out that Peter is there. (Maybe he overhears Peter quipping, maybe Steve casually references Spider-Man.)

One way or another, he figures it out. He goes deadly quiet, then switches to a private comm with just Steve.

Tony is betrayed, aggravated, terrified and trying to bury it (and not doing a very good job), and honestly kind of bitter and insulted that Steve can't hear his obvious fear. Steve is annoyed at Tony's childish stubbornness, assumes the man is just mad at things not going his way. Still in the midst of battle, he dismisses Tony's concerns.

Then, Spider-Man gets hurt. Bad. Tony had already been frantically trying to get there faster when he heard the kid was there, but he still doesn't arrive in time.

At some point -- maybe there on the battlefield, maybe later in med bay when Steve arrives to chew Tony out for leaving with Spider-Man instead of staying to help -- at some point it becomes abundantly clear that Peter is Tony's son.

(Bio, adopted, emotional, doesn't matter)

It becomes clear that Tony wasn't making Spider-Man off-limits for selfish reasons. Steve, blinded by his own view of Tony, was unbelievably wrong.

It turns out, he had just been trying to keep his son safe.

Bonus:

If the reveal does happen later in med bay, there could even be a moment after the battle where Steve, fuming about Tony's lack of help and general inability to be a team player, is intercepted by Rhodey.

Maybe Rhodey arrived just after Tony (flying from the same meeting, but Tony freaked out and raced ahead) and then stuck around to help finish the fight. His reaction to Steve's unempathetic and baseless reading of his best friend is stone cold.

Bonus 2:

Steve fails to notice or understand Rhodey's meaning. Then he gets to med bay and is faced with the image of Tony holding a sleeping Peter on the hospital bed, glaring right across the room at him.

Both of them completely aware of what Steve had assumed, all these years, about the kind of person Tony was

#irondad fic ideas #nearly every fic idea I write: @ steve get rekt #sorry to anyone who is team steve #I actually don't have as much of a problem with him as it probably seems #I just see him spend every mcu breath being mean to my guy and I'm like instant kill mode ACTIVATED #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #tony stark #peter parker #rogue avengers #endgame who?#queueueueue #weekly reminder that i love you all but am too busy to be human :)#fic ideas still postponed but you can send asks if you want i just won't see them for a while #see announcements #if injured peter doesn't get tony to climb on the hospital bed with him to just hold him in your hurt/comfort fic then what's the point

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dailyunstableeve · 7 months

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Grave visit au

Hobie Brown x Fem!reader

w: angst, sadness

a/n: I don't really know what to say, but I hope you enjoy. Sorry for the wait ❤️

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Best friend version

"Hobie, wait!" Your voice echoed through Hobie's thoughts.

Hobie couldn't believe you're gone, he couldn't believe his best friend is no longer breathing. Hobie watches the gravestone that has your name on it, empty is all he felt.

Hobie would've guessed that you'll do whatever it takes to finish the mission, and you did but only to lose your life when he's out of reach to you. He didn't even get to see you one last time.

You were his best friend, his band member along with Gwen, Pav and Miles. Before meeting Gwen, both of you always hit the stage like there's no tomorrow, giving in all your best just to perform your heart out.

Hobie misses those days where you would show up late for practice, how you walk in the studio with drinks or snacks as apologies for being late and give him a big smile.

Hobie misses doing handshakes with you, a handshake that's only meant for both of you.

Hobie misses how both of you called each other stupid nicknames and sometimes it didn't even make sense at all but you both will still laugh at it.

Hobie misses how he is picky on his food and always throws the food he doesn't like to you. Oh how now there's no one to help him clean up the food he's picky about, instead he ate it all, no matter how picky he was before. Hobie just thinks he's doing it for you, showing you that he isn't picky anymore.

"Do you even know how to play drums?" Hobie leaned on the wall asking you.

"No, but we don't have a drummer so I gotta learn," you shrugged.

"I'd rather you stay on the vocals."

"I know it sounds sad now but I can practice," you whined.

"Nope, get off the drums, I'll find us an official drummer," Hobie then drags you away from the drums.

It was before you both met Gwen, and you have an amazing voice, Hobie wants you to present yourself by doing what you're good at, and now, he hardly could practice without you being the vocals. Without your voice, your song, he can't focus.

Hobie looked at your grave, all he can remember is all the happy times Hobie spent with you, how you'll make him laugh in weird situations or how you could easily tell what Hobie wants just by his action so you can stop him before he does something really stupid.

Guess you weren't there to stop him from punching Miguel on the face.

"I should try finding some witchcraft, bringing you back to life as a zombie," Hobie joked while looking at your grave.

"Spider zombies sound nice," he laughed, totally trying not to cry.

"The band is nothing without you, if only more people can hear your majestic voice."

Hobie would visit you every once a month, maybe more if it's a special day.

When Hobie thinks he's going to lose it, he will disappear from everyone and just sit by your grave, tearing his heart out about how much he misses hanging out with you. Sooner, your grave will become a comfort place for him.

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marymary-diva17 · 2 months

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our perfect family of three (modern au)

Life is beautiful and perfect in your eyes as you had all that anyone would wish for, a wonderful husband and adorable child as well. This had been something you had been wishing for since you, had been young and it finally came true. The perfect husband that made you feel love and happy and son that always found ways, to bring a smile to your face. It is your perfect family and it could be something that your husband will agree with you on.

y/n " ummmm" you had soon rolled out of bed after removing your husband arm from around your waist. It was a brand new day and it was no time to get ready for the day, as it a start a brand new week and that means many new or normal things coming your family way.

y/n " well lets see what we can get done in the morning" you had gotten dressed for the day as you are working from home at the moment, so you had made your way downstairs to see what will be breakfast today and what things need to be later on in the day.

y/n " we have some oatmeal and fruit left that will be good along with some yogurt if the boys don't feel like oatmeal" you had gotten some packages of oatmeal out and started boiling some water, as well for the breakfast.

y/n " well that covered now lets decide on some fruit ... perfect" you had pulled out some mixed berries, and place them on the counter to be taken later on. Soon enough once everything was laid out you soon heard footsteps rushing down the steps.

spider " morning mom"

y/n " morning kiddo so you and lo'ak I still in the skater look I can see"

spider " hey it very fun but we also play other sport and get good grades"

y/n " that my boy well are having some oatmeal for breakfast"

spider " cool and you have my favorite one maple brown sugar"

y/n " I always back sure to buy the one that comes with all the types" spider soon started getting his breakfast ready and that when someone else came down the steps.

tsu'tey " hello my wife and son"

spider " hey dad"

Tsu'tey " hello my son"

y/n " hello my husband we are having oatmeal today"

Tsu'tey " good do we have any apple cinnamon"

y/n " yes and there some fruit as well" the father and son start eating their breakfast, and acting like any usual father and son.

Tsu'tey " hey maybe after school today we can play some rounds, of basketball father vs son or we can go against your uncle and cousins"

spider " I'm in lo'ak has been talking alot smack lately he need a taste of his own medicine"

Tsu'tey " good your uncle has bene the same it still hard to believe, he and your mom are siblings"

y/n " hey even due he can be a jerk at times he still my brother"

y/n "remember we are still family the tree of us and them we need to be there for each other"

spider " unce Jake made you mad yesterday"

y/n " yes so win for me" the father and son smiled at you making you smile back, soon the tiro had all started laughing of what happened taken place right now.

Tsu'tey " finish up your breakfast and I will give you a ride to school"

spider " thanks dad" the two of them had finish up their breakfast before they grabbed their stuff to leave for the day. Tsu'tey and spider said goodbye to you and soon left, the family of three is perfect no matter what anyone had to say about them.

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xlovely-liviix · 1 month

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Just The Way You Are: A Huskerdust Fanfiction

Hello and welcome to a spoiler my new fanfiction: Just the Way You Are! I decided to create my own Huskerdust family AU because...my world revolves around fankids, so without further ado, please enjoy this angsty, fluffy, Huskerdust mpreg fanfiction!!

Coming to A03 soon!!! (....Hopefully)

(DISCLAIMER: This is only a SPOILER! I have yet to finish the actual story!!)

TW: body image issues, emotional/verbal abuse, mental breakdown/isolation, eating disorder(s), etc.

Images are the way one might present themself, whether it's socially, physically, or anything else. Images can be either a desired facade, or maybe something that is forced upon someone. Images can change overtime. Peoples' views of others can and will change. Sometimes that's hard to accept. In this case, Angel Dust is going through this image-change.

Angel Dust takes pride in his image-- or rather, his semblance. He's known as the hot, slutty, irresistible porn demon that everyone wanted to have inside of them. It has been this way since the start of his career as a prostitute working for the infamous lust overlord, Valentino. Nevertheless, his reputation had a change that was quite inevitable for the spider.

Although it was extremely uncommon, the demon found himself tangled in something that both he and society deemed impossible. He had gotten pregnant. This news came as a major shock to both himself and those in whom he told. That was months ago. Two, to be exact.

The arachnid-demon was now in the late stages of his second trimester, at around 26 weeks (6 months). This pregnancy was not treating Angel well by any means. Angel, who was used to a fast-paced, energetic lifestyle, had to either change or leave many things that he used to take part in, behind. Drugs, alcohol, and sex were things that the demon partook in on a daily basis. They were addictions, you could say, and having to drop all three, minus sex due to the nature his job, was nothing short of difficult for Angel.

He also struggled with both the physical and emotional changes that came with the pregnancy. Intense mood swings due to his hormonal levels often times left him in places that even he didn't want to be in himself. Not to mention the changes within his body. In his first trimester, he has developed a mild form of hyperemesis gravidarum, which confined him to the couch most of the time. The lack of activity was absolutely wretched for the demon, since he was used to being active all day.

Although Angel had to engage in these extra precautions due to the pregnancy, he wasn't alone in this. Charlie, Vaggie, Nifty and the others (-Alastor) all did their part in taking care of him. Albeit, Angel thought of Husk to be his biggest help in this whole situation.

Husker, who was also the soon-to-be-father of the little demon spawn, had been Angel's biggest beam of support throughout the entire ordeal. Whether it was giving Angel a soothing back rub in the middle of the night, or waiting up for him on the nights that he worked late, Husk was always there, even in Angel's darkest times. Angel appreciated these gestures beyond something that he could explain in words, and often it prompted him to apologize profusely to Husk, in which was returned by gentle reassurances. Husk always made sure to let Angel know that no matter the circumstances, that he would always be there for him.

However, despite their extremely close relationship and Husker's promises of comfort, protection, and support for Angel, there were some things that Angel struggled with mentally that Husk couldn't realize.

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That's all (teehee!)

This story is taking a while, but i'll try to finish up sometime soon.....I'm lazy though, so sometime soon is probably in like, 1000 years, LOL!

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parkerpeter24 · 1 year

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bloody love . part 1

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

warnings ➳ hanahaki!au, unrequited love, no happy ending, heavy angst, mentions of blood, mentions of vomiting, fluff if you squint really hard, please read at your own discretion.

w.c. ➳ 2k

summary ➳ who said love couldn’t kill?

what is hanahaki!au? “the hanahaki disease is an illness born from unrequited love, where the patient’s lungs will fill up with flowers, they will then proceed to throw, and cough up the petals.”

idk if i really wanted this fic to be tasm!peter or mcu!peter but hey there’s gwen in it, so maybe let’s go with tasm sksksks

part 2 | part 3 | part 4

peter never thought he’d get bitten by a radioactive spider.

he never thought his life would come spiralling down to this. he’d met gwen stacy when he was a sophomore in highschool and now that he felt like he was almost in a place to start a relationship with her, he started to notice how you had distanced yourself from him. he saw you less and less as the days passed by. you were not at the basketball practice, he never saw you during lunch, or in the library, despite it being your favorite place.

it was as if you’d disappeared from the school.

or worse, from his life.

he came to your window after a long night and knocked just for silence from your end but as expected, the window was open, and you were familiar with him barging in at unusual times.

peter entered the room and slid the window to a close. He took off his mask and threw it over to your bed, waiting for you to enter your room any minute but the next thing he noticed was a drop of blood.

and another. and another. a whole trail of tiny droplets of ruby red leading up to your bathroom and peter’s own blood ran cold. once again he was alarmed, thinking of the worst possible scenario as he followed it up to your bathroom.

wrapping his hand around the metal knob, peter turned it as quietly as possible. and it opened up to one of the most horrific scenes he would have probably witnessed throughout his lifetime. you were hunched over the toilet, coughing wildly. there were the same droplets of blood over the toilet seat, a few bloody petals fallen over the purple carpet of your bathroom.

“y/n?” he called out in horror as you breathed out a deep sigh. you had emptied out all contents into the toilet but even with shaky hands you scrambled to grab the petals and throw them in the water before you flushed it all down.

“peter, what uh, what are you doing here?” you said in a quiet voice, going over to the sink.

“y-you had blood, on the floor, on the toilet, o-on your shirt” the brunette pointed out. you could see the look of concern etched onto his face and you looked away as your heart fluttered in your chest. you didn’t need that right now, “what’s happening?”

“it’s nothing. i just want some water.” before you could make any attempt to leave the washroom, peter was on his toes.

“i’ll get it for you! warm water, that’ll help you feel better,” peter said, walking out quickly, “while you should change and get into bed.”

peter never thought he’d be able to muster the courage to talk after he’d seen you like that. you looked in so much pain. he wondered what could it be as he let the water boil for you. he brought you a glass of lukewarm water and pulled your study chair so he could sit beside you.

you were now sitting on your bed, back against the pillows supported by the headboard and sheets pulled up over your leg. you sipped on the water silently, hindering peter’s questions.

“you never answered my question.” you were, however, the first one to break the silence.

“you never answered mine.” peter countered, his voice low, worried. you couldn’t meet his eyes even if you tried because you knew the concern in them would break you.

“you’re wrong. i told you it’s nothing.”

“y/n, i-”

“i’m fine, peter.” you declared before he could even finish his sentence.

“i haven’t seen you in school for a whole week.” the brunette opted for a change of topic when you seemed unwilling to talk about yourself. another wave of silence settled in the room as neither of you knew what to say next, that is, unless peter did, “a-are you sick?” his voice came in as a soft whisper, as if he was afraid to speak.

“i don’t know.” you gulped, breathing almost normally now. peter didn’t know if he was supposed to overlook those blood stains covering your carpet, “it’s complicated.”

peter moved swiftly, sitting down close to the edge of your bed, “make me understand, then. please.” his hand went and placed itself over your knee. your eyes flicked up to catch his, chocolate brown irises swimming in concern.

“peter i-it’s not that easy.” you pleaded, unable to peel your eyes off of his.

your caring best friend didn’t need to know that your little problem had started almost two months back. although you had known peter since sophomore year, you realized you were in love with him when he offered to drop you home after the halloween movie night had ended up being a little too scary. he waited until you were inside the safety of your room and waved him goodbye through your window.

but two months ago, you felt a sting in your chest, it didn’t feel like a big deal but over time, it started getting harder and harder for you to breathe. when you told your mom that you couldn’t breathe, she rushed you to the hospital.

the doctor had said it was a rare condition and the first thing your mom asked was if it was genetic. she told the doctor she’d been through the same thing and later when you asked her what had happened, she told you about how she had found a guy whom she really liked, but when she told him that, the response she found was anything but nice. she suffered for a long time until she finally decided to get surgery.

“but it must’ve still hurt?” you asked her, eyebrows furrowed

“i’d never have to worry about him anymore, because with the flowers gone, all the feelings are gone too.” she told you with a smile, thinking she was helping your case.

“but i- i don’t wanna forget peter.” you said, voice shaky as tears pooled in your eyes.

your mom wiped away the tears that slid down your cheeks before giving you a sad smile, “i’m really sorry, sweetheart. and it’s not that you’ll forget that boy completely. you just won’t feel the same for him.”

“but what about our friendship?”

“you can always re-establish a friendship.” she said, helping you sit up over the almost too tiny bed for dinner.

“it won’t be the same though.”

the next day, the doctor had told you to rest and take some time to figure out if you were ready for a surgery, which led you to this moment.

“i have all the time. i miss you, (y/n/n). please tell me what’s wrong. don’t cut me off, please.” each word out of peter was cutting through the wall you’d tried to build around yourself.

“i’m not cutting you off, peter. i was gonna join school from monday, next week.”

“oh. really?” peter asked, leading you to nod your head in response. he gave you a little smile, though not really convinced, “i was just really worried about you.”

“don’t be.” you returned his smile, “i’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked.

peter found himself getting off your bed, not having anything else to continue this conversation with you. he really wanted to ask you what was the fuss with all the blood but you wouldn’t answer him.

“i’ll see you.” he nodded, starting to walk away, but something stopped him in his tracks, as if he’d forgotten something. he made a swift move back to your side, leaning down and catching you by surprise when his lips met your forehead. the touch seemed to linger a moment before he moved back, just enough to look you in the eyes, “i’m sorry i’ve been a shitty friend. i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”

your entire face was feeling warm with the proximity and all you could do was nod.

peter gave you a smile before rushing off to your window and swinging away from you.

the next day you met peter with a smile, as if nothing was wrong. he returned your smile, wrapping his arms around you.

“it’s awesome to finally have you back!” ned chimed in from behind, causing the brunette to pull away from you, “me and peter were starting to think we’d just have to finish the lego death star without you!”

you chuckled, “there’s no way i would’ve let that happen now is there?”

for a moment everything was starting to feel alright as your two friends helped you catch up on everything that happened for the week you were gone. even flash was acting nice around you for some unknown reason, you thought it was probably because he too– just like peter– thought you were sick.

your happiness was short-lived, though, because as soon as you reached the homeroom, your trio found gwen at the door, “hey, guys!” she smiled and you tried your best to muster half of the one she gave you.

ned pulled you inside, leaving peter with the blonde girl, “come on, let’s let the love birds chat.”

you tried to act normal, ignoring the sting of pain that shot through your chest.

the first few classes weren’t as terrible as you’d imagined. peter had promised you that he would make up to you. you just wanted to look forward to that and not worry about two teenagers, spotting whom could lead you to throw up a garden of blood.

“i’m not gonna lie though, peter kept buying chocolate milkshakes everyday for you, it was driving me crazy.” gwen rolled her eyes sarcastically, making you and your friends laugh. her wonderful nature only made it hard to be mad.

somehow you kept circling back to yourself as the root cause of your situation. you should never have fallen in love with peter parker.

if only you’d never fallen in love with him, you wouldn’t have to suffer the pain everytime peter and gwen’s fingers brushed over the table. you tried to take a deep, shuddered breath, playing with the peas on your plate. your appetite dissolved further as the petals multiplied in your lungs.

after the last bell, you and peter were walking towards the exit when gwen called out his and your name, rushing over to the two of you. peter grinned and asked her what was up. the two of them laughed and talked while you found yourself standing in the corner.

“hey, maybe i should get going.” you suggested to peter, tugging at the straps of your bag.

“oh, no, no, wait just a minute. i will stop hogging him from you, don’t worry.” gwen chuckled, returning her attention to peter.

you just stood there, looking around, not focusing on their conversation really. you stopped listening after you heard gwen invite peter over for dinner over at her place. it was getting harder to breathe but you gulped down the feeling, just wanting to reach home and empty your lungs.

the chain of thoughts was disrupted when your eyes caught another sight of your two friends. gwen leaned up, placing a gentle kiss on peter’s cheek and air got stuck in your lungs, it suddenly became very hard to breathe. your throat filled up as you coughed, feeling that familiar coppery taste on your tongue.

“hey, y/n, you okay?” you heard peter ask but it was too late, blood was everywhere, in your mouth, thrumming through your ears.

uh oh.

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chaerybae · 3 months

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take a picture now – shin yuna of itzy 𓆩❤𓆪

synopsis: after you requested a room change, you were put in the last available dorm. just one problem... you can't figure out your new roommate. does she want to be close to you? or does she want to vaporize you on the spot?

cast: yuna, ryujin of itzy, haewon of nmixx, lily of nmixx

genre: roommates, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, college au

wc: 2.9k || warnings: cursing, eating/food, yuna is just a little mean

a/n: this is my first fic here! feedback is welcome :D also might make a part 2 more about the photos later. lmk if you’d read that!

“Are you sure this is the right room?”

“I’m sure, Lily. Do you think Seungmin would mark the wrong dorm?”

“Ye-”

“Oh, just come on!”

You and Lily were bringing your belongings into a new dorm, part of your escape from Ryujin, your former roommate who just had to bring her pet spiders to college with her. Now don’t be mistaken, you love Ryujin, after all, she persuaded Yuna to let you move in with her. Although, it’s not like Yuna had much of a choice.

Yuna had been given a two-person dorm, even though she wasn’t assigned a roommate. Seungmin, the ra, had told Yuna someone might move into her dorm last minute, but she was willing to take the dorm for the luxurious possibility of solo living. After hearing about your predicament from both Ryujin and Seungmin, she had two choices: let you become her roommate or get rid of Ryujin’s tarantulas. And it’s not like the latter would happen anytime soon.

At midnight, your best friends had finally gone back to their own dorms. Only five minutes later, Yuna herself arrived, probably coming from hanging out with her own friends, it was a Friday after all. She looked perfect, like she had just come back from the salon. Although if you looked closer, you would have seen the exhaustion in her eyes.

“Hi, Yuna! I’m your new roommate. Ryujin probably told you about me alre-”

She had walked straight to her room and closed the door before you could even finish speaking.

~𓆩❤𓆪

If you’ve learned anything about Yuna in the past month and a half it’s that she’s an art major, and you don’t need to ask her to know (even though, in an effort to have a real conversation with her, you did ask about her major). With the Halloween season fast approaching, Yuna had already decked out your dorm in the latest Halloween fashions, while looking the happiest that you had ever seen her.

She even spoke to you without a scowl on her face as she started to carve mini pumpkins on the kitchen counter. You took this as a sign.

“Could I… carve one?”

“A pumpkin?”

“Yea. If you don’t mind.”

“No no! Here take this one.”

Maybe she just really liked Halloween. Yuna had rarely spoken to you like this before, with a huge smile on her face. It was probably because her pumpkin was turning out really cute, but you pretended that your roommate was smiling because you had finally made her happy enough to be around you for more than five minutes.

You and Yuna began to talk more, run errands together, and you even started to eat breakfast together before morning classes. If anybody saw you two skipping to the convenience store after late study nights, they wouldn’t be able to tell that your friendship was nonexistent a couple weeks prior. But they would be able to see the way you clung to her– with your eyes, with your hands that were trying to hold onto her arm. They would see the way she avoided your gaze, and the way you eventually just put your hands in your pockets, choosing to simply walk by her side.

~𓆩❤𓆪

Finally, the long awaited day you two had been preparing for arrived, but your roommate was nowhere to be found. Yuna had left early Halloween morning and you hadn’t seen her all day. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little bit disappointed. Looking at the paper bats hung in the living room made you wish that you could turn back time and carve pumpkins with her again. You had spent so long moping around your living room that Haewon and Lily almost kicked down your door before dragging you to their dorm to have a movie marathon.

When Yuna finally came back from Yeji’s place, she was surprised to find the dorm empty. She crashed onto her bed immediately, too tired to question why she correlated the emptiness of the dorm to your absence, instead of the living room's pitch-darkness.

The next morning, Yuna exited her room to find your room closed. She guessed that you had come back from your friends’ dorm after she had fallen asleep. Yuna knew her flurry of morning preparation might wake you up. Did she feel a little sorry? Maybe. But she had begun to grow used to walking to class with you, and how could she do that if you were sleeping? After ten minutes of Yuna sitting in the kitchen alone, you finally walked into the kitchen. The way Yuna’s face lit up when you appeared was a complete contrast to the cold-shoulder Yuna of early September. Surprised flashed across your face when you saw her smiling at you, only to be quickly replaced with a pink flush and a shy smile of your own.

“Do you want to get breakfast with me?”

“As in … going somewhere?”

“Well, just the vending machine.”

“Oh, well… lead the way!”

Yuna ended up following you as you skipped down the hall with your tote bag to the vending machine. To Yuna, it had begun to feel like she was actually living with you, instead of just living in the room next to yours. But to you, your friendship still felt… incomplete. As Yuna put your soon-to-be shared three packs of poptarts in her bag and pulled you into the elevator, you wondered if you were beginning to over-analyze things.

You decided that you could forget the way that you wanted to hold her hand as Yuna pulled you by the wrist, like she always did when she decided you were walking too slowly. Maybe you walked slowly on purpose, but she didn’t need to know that. It's not like you wanted to spend more time with her or anything. Now outside her department’s building, the absence of Yuna’s hand on your wrist snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Can you drive me to the museum later? Ryujin’s busy, and well…”

“You failed your driver’s test… again?”

“… I’ll buy you dinner after.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll see you after your last lecture then.”

She let out a little scream of excitement. “Thanks a million, babe,” Yuna turned to walk into the building, “what would I do without you?”

Yuna walked slowly through the building’s door, so she could turn back around at the last second to watch you walk into the library on the other side of the street. She had meant what she said, fuck the solo living shit she told herself over the summer, if you hadn’t become her roommate Yuna would have been dreadfully lonely. And, of course, she wouldn’t have gotten to know you outside of being Ryujin’s friend.

Now, she woke up earlier so you had more time to walk together. Now, she stayed home more often, so you could go out together on the weekends. At one point, Yuna had even wished she shared your major so you could have classes together.

Oh, but what could a girl do? It seemed that this girl could only survive the day's classes and wait for you to pick her up for your museum trip.

While Yuna suffered through art history lectures, you suffered, not from the increasingly boring textbook sitting in front of you, but from your own internal dilemma. The two of you were alike in thoughts and feelings.

You had long abandoned your studying in favor of overthinking. Friends always walked to school together right? Maybe some did. Roommates drove each other around town right? That’s normal friend behavior. Roommates overthink all their past interactions with their roommate before it’s even 9am right? Probably not… Friends who call each other “babe” think about it hours after the fact right? No… oh. oh.

~𓆩❤𓆪

Neither of you mentioned their thoughts to the other. And regardless of your inner turmoil, you happily drove Yuna to the museum, the latest hits blasting on the way. The museum was within walking distance. You didn’t even know why Yuna needed someone to drive her. But you’re willing to ignore that, after all you’re getting some time with Yuna outside of your now outdated Halloween dorm.

Once in the galleries, you were really questioning why Yuna asked you to come along. The only thing worth looking at, in your completely unbiased opinion, was Yuna. These strange paintings were really not your cup of tea. Your feet hurt from walking through the same few exhibits in the back of the museum. Your head hurt from all the talking children, middle-aged people muttering nonsense, and all of your own thoughts. Worst of all, Yuna didn’t even pay attention to you, only speaking to ask for your opinion on the pictures she was diligently taking. You guessed she had an assignment to do, being an art major or whatever, but–

“I can see you out of the corner of my eye, you know. Why aren’t you appreciating the art?”

“What do you mean?” you knew you had been caught staring.

“You’ve only been looking at me.”

“You're prettier than these paintings…” you whispered to yourself.

Yuna faced away from you, unsuccessfully trying to contain her blush. “You can look at me later…” Her blush must’ve been contagious, since you became quite rosy as well.

Needless to say, you two left the museum ten minutes later. You walked next to Yuna and got in your car, all while avoiding eye contact. “Do you want to get dinner now?” Yuna said, breaking the silence. You had completely forgotten about the promise of dinner, since that’s obviously not why you agreed to drive Yuna in the first place. “Yeah, where do you want to eat?”

~𓆩❤𓆪

By the time dinner was over and you and Yuna were back in the car, the awkward air had left, and been replaced by a different feeling. Dinner had consisted of both of you making small talk, that occasionally delved into deeper topics like your classmates or the strange freshmen in the dorm below yours. Not awkward, but not quite comfortable. You could feel that Yuna had something to say, and questions to ask, but neither of you said anything of importance on the trip back to your dorm.

Once the door was locked, you headed straight for the kitchen, sitting down on top of the counter. Maybe it was stress eating, but you told yourself that you just needed a little treat for being normal around your roommate today. You devoured a pack of oreos as Yuna opened her computer on the other side of the kitchen island.

“What were the pictures for?” you said, anxious to keep the somewhat meaningless conversation alive in the weird atmosphere.

“It's an assignment for Professor Hwang,” she replied, like she was asking a question, “we're doing a special unit on contemporary paintings soon, so– um– we need pictures of our favorites for the next unit.”

Flustered Yuna was cute. But Yuna getting flustered over being asked about paintings? Still cute, but strange.

“I'm going to take a shower. It's already 11, and I have an 8am tomorrow,” Yuna hastily said. She left so quickly that she forgot about her laptop, leaving it open on the counter in front of you. And upon the closing of the bathroom door, you got up to take a look.

I'm not being nosy at all! I'm just looking to see… oh.

The picture left on the screen was a beautifully photographed painting, but a different folder was also opened. And the majority of the other pictures in the folder weren't paintings. How had you never noticed? In that folder, there were more pictures of you than you could count. You lean over the kitchen counter, curled up on the couch, posing next to one of your pumpkins, in the hallway, mid-bite into a poptart. You walking to the campus library… driving your car… and you, in the museum, staring at the floor with a subtle smile on your face. You closed the computer, quickly turning around to resume stress eating your oreos. Those last couple of pictures were taken today? How had you not noticed, when you were staring at her the whole time?

Do friends take pictures of each other while they're driving? While they're absentmindedly staring at the museum floors? No. But you already knew that. All you had to do was find out if Yuna knew that too, if only you could find the courage to take that risk.

~𓆩❤𓆪

Yuna thought she understood you. So why were you acting so unlike yourself? Did you lose your taste for vending machine poptarts? Or, even worse, were you bored of her company?

No! Yuna wouldn't allow herself to think like that. You had begun to leave earlier for school, leaving her to walk to class by herself. Yuna treated the occasional dinner with you like a blessing from heaven, but, even though you two shared a dorm, she was still seeing less and less of you. But she always knew that one day you might get bored, that you'd drift away before Yuna could tell you–

“You know, I don't think they would ever want to stop being friends with you, Yuna.” Her thoughts faded as Ryujin, a totally certified relationship expert and best friend, talked away. Yuna had gone to Ryujin’s to get her dilemma out of her head and into words, so the two were having a sleepover. The beloved spiders that had triggered this whole affair were in a terrarium behind the two.

“You really think so?”

“I know so. Why don’t you just ask them why they've been spending less time with you! Or better yet, tell them about your absolutely enormous crus–”

“I do not! I only see them as a friend!!” Liar.

“Being louder doesn't make you right. Go to sleep and just talk to them tomorrow.”

Yuna fell asleep, knowing her last words of the day were a complete lie. But she would only admit Ryujin was right after she went home to you and tried to do something about it.

~𓆩❤𓆪

You were asleep, after all it was Saturday, and the fact that it was past 2pm was irrelevant. As it had been for the past several weeks, Yuna was not in the dorm. She was probably at Ryujin’s again; she never seemed to be home anymore.

But as you poured yourself a cup of orange juice in the kitchen, Yuna walked in.

“I have something to tell you.”

“You're not at Ryujin’s?”

“Well, I was yesterday, but um- I wanted to talk to you before you left…”

“We don't have school on Saturdays, Yuna.”

“Oh… right.”

Well, this was getting awkward. You put away the orange juice, all while trying to maintain eye contact with Yuna. The girl across from you desperately looked anywhere that wasn't you, finally setting her eyes on a lone pack of oreos.

Yuna moved to sit on the counter, eating oreos as she waited for something to happen, for you to say something so she wouldn't have to.

“Weren't you the one who wanted to tell me something?”

Oh right. Great job, Yuna.

“Yeah, well um- I just wanted to ask you why you've been… avoiding me. Did I do something or… do you not want to be friends anymore?”

You moved closer to her with every word, trying to come up with a response, until you were close enough to grab an oreo yourself. Yuna’s words got slower and quieter the more she said. You were motionless, stuck at what couldn't have been more than an inch away from her face.

But it's not like you just wanted to see her up close. Liar. It's not like you wanted to be this close to her all the time. Another lie. Or like you wanted to feel her lips on your forehead. Your cheeks. Your-

Lips. Yuna grabbed the front of your shirt and kissed you.

It was quick, but it was enough to make you blush profusely. But before you could even say anything, Yuna had ran out of the kitchen, with bright red ears, to sit on the sofa.

“Yuna…,” you said quietly, after walking over to Yuna and sitting on the floor so you could see her face. “Come on, babe. You can’t just run away after you do something like that.”

Her ears turned redder, if that was even possible, and she looked at you through her fingers, not moving from her place on the couch. You got up from the floor and took a seat next to her, wrapping your left arm around her shoulders to get her to face you.

“I have something to tell you too.”

“Oh… what is it?”

You smiled softly at her, cheeks still flushed from Yuna’s kiss, her lipstick could be seen on your lips. It only made her cover her face to hide her blushing cheeks more. You were definitely riding the high from finally kissing her, but this confidence boost wasn’t going to last forever. You took a deep breath and forced the words out of your throat.

“Does this mean you’ll let our next dinner date be an actual date?”

“What?”

Another deep breath. “Let me take you out on a date, Yuna.”

At this, Yuna finally took her hands off her face, putting them on yours instead, pulling you in for another kiss.

“Safe to say that’s a yes,” you said through giggles.

“That’s a yes.”

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tare-anime · 1 year

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It's been a while since my last fanfic recommendation

The fandom is growing so fast that I can barely keep up with these fantastic authors!! My 'mark for later' list is growing so fast XD

I'm so happy.

One day I'll finish catching up with these fics I swear.

Now, as for the recs, as usual, most are TwiYor or Yor-centric. But I can't include all my faves here, cause the list will be too long (I put it In my AO3 bookmark in case you're interested). I'll just put fics that I can remember up until now.

Hurt/comfort my beloved:

A Lesson on Genuinity (From the Man of a Thousand Faces) by nellavee : End of series. Beautiful. Soft. Warm

To Have and To Hold by alcorBEI: Twilight get comfort from Yor, after chp 62

secrets by glacialdawn : Identity reveals with lots of fluff and warmth.

the semantics of being a liar by tusk : Something from Yor's past come back and haunted her. Loid comfort her, but during the process, they found comfort in each other. TwiYor hurt/comfort. Beautiful!

The Quintessential (Tentative) Guide to Wooing One’s (Fake) Wife by fishwrites (catefish) : TwiYor identity reveals. Fresh approach. hurt/comfort. slow burn

the people we choose by frazzledazzle : Identity reveals, Twilight realizes a bit too late.

Those Hands Were Meant To Love by Ahenix : beautiful slow realization coming from Twilight's POV. especially love chapter 4!

still we’re deep in each other’s hearts by Puolain : especially love chapter 3: Nurse Yor - soldier Roland

All the Things We Cannot Say by nightofnyx8 : Amazing political convo, amazing plot and plan. Protective Twilight. Dressing up to a ball. Sprinkle of action

a map of every blade by nire : Twilight knows Yor is the Thorn Princess. Identity reveal

A Mother's Eyes by Newt : Loid describing Anya's mother at Yor.

Scentless by gatonero : Yor recieving love from the family

And Wondered Why They Never Had The Chance To Lose You? by OrcPaladinArthur : Identity reveals, intense actions, Yor centric with help from others.

Yor Whumps:

Nursing a Wounded Rose by JojoKimori : yor's injured. Loid (and Anya) take care of her. Warm. fluff. cute.

when they laugh & when they sing by sarsaparillia : identity reveals. Yor nearly died, Twilight finally realizes something.

out sick by aerequets : Yor is sick, Loid take care of her. A nearly identity reveal.

End of the Thorn Princess by SolidEye2014 : Amazing action and intense scene.

Enough by LetTheBodyFall : My type of Yor appreciation fic. From Loid's POV

What if we could risk everything we have by deonideatta : Yor comes home one night with a gunshot wound on her shoulder.

AUs:

person of interest by suchmadness : Soulmate AU. Beautiful!!

even when we're not together (will you stay with me?) by JaMills: Body switch soulmate AU

where you are I wanna be by JaMills : Soulmate body switching. Finally TwiYor meet

How I Met Your Daughter by Tuntunaa : What if. Comedy. Anya-Yor moments. Hilarious

Partners in Crime by myriadofthings : A wonderful AU, smart changes in using canon material. Awesome ending scene

Lilies Are For Liars by Ahenix : TwiYor flower shop AU. Beautiful!!

Pistols & Thorns Go Together Sometimes by peachycarat : nemies to lover? AU where TwiYor just love to tease each other so much

First Name Basis by smallestsenpai : Criminal AU. one shot

Others:

Maybe in a better world by Kiarata : Twilight and Silvya reminishing their past and present days. Beautiful.

A Girl and Her Pooch by UserningName : cute Yor-Bond moments

push and pull by hoegeta : Loid slowly acknowledging his feelings. Beautiful.

May I Have the Honor of Asking You To dance? by fruit_punch_samurais : Yor teach Loid to dance.

Yor kills a spider by myriadofthings : Yor afraid of bugs, comedy

Breathe by Musiciati : Yor and Fiona having a talk in a stuck elevator

Pillow Fort by GigglySquiggily : Super cute Forger pillow fort in rainy day.

Matchmaker Bond by RyuuNoKami : Bond being the matchmaker. So so cute!!

Oh, Your Smile (Brightens My Life) by RachelLyseBrook : Impeccable world building. Ken/Anya friendship. amazing Ken character building. MCD

You Should Quit While You're Ahead, Methinks by zorinus : Fiona tries to ruin TwiYor relationship and failed. Hilarious!!

Turning Down The Mission (or, Operation Honey-Trappe) by audacious_stranger : Loid choose to be faithful and decline a job. Best hubby ever!

listen close and you’ll hear, there’s still love in the silence by toastedside : Glimpses of the Forgers through the year, as told by third party.

And of course, shameless self-promotion of these two latest fics of mine, which are my entries for TwiYor Week 2022:

Little Things About You by Tare : Identity reveals, hurt/comfort

Grilled Bear by Tare : Fated lovers, food as language of love

#spy x family #fanfic recommendation #fic rec #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #twiyor #yorlight #bond forger

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mochalottie · 11 months

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HAPPY NEARLY SIX MONTH BIRTHDAY TO MY BRAIN CHILD!!

Oel Ngati Kameie my beautiful little series, my first foray into Spider's character. I wrote it after my second viewing of Way of Water (which might also get a live blogging session when it comes out on Disney+) and at the time, I had no motivation or inspiration to write cause Covid hit hard guys.

So my tiny little brain decided one night to think, what if Spider got hurt worse in his fall from the tree at the beginning of the film? Cause there's no way he would've come out of that unscathed. And the next morning I started, and that evening finished the first part, which clocked in at 6k words. I posted it thinking it wouldn't get much interaction because Spider didn't even have a proper character tag at the time, and then suddenly I checked back, and it had brought in almost 1000 hits and about 12 comments in three hours.

Granted, to some people with major stories who get way more than that in one day, it is a small number. But, to me this was huge. I was coming from getting maybe a few hundred hits in a month, and maybe 5 comments on my works because they were so niche (my ideas are weird, okay? I wrote an Alice in Wonderland AU for Zukka I'm that strange).

So to have a series blow up that much, was such a privilage and a confidence boost. And just at the time where Spider and the kids were getting popular. You guys don't know how starved I was for content literally months ago. It makes me feel not quite old by aged thinking about how there were literally ten stories about Spider and one of them was mine XD

So to my (admittedly not small) first foray into the world of writing Avatar, happy six month birthday. And to anyone who has read the whole of this post (which wow dedication) THANK YOU!!! <333

also to those newbies who have found me because of Our hearts Or For the Nights here's a link to check it out. i gave Spider an Avatar and a family it's pretty cool.

tags (can i tag with this sort of post?? XD): @be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie - biggest supporter, @wafflesrisa - bestie I hadn't even realised you commented on part of it i gasped so hard.

#oel ngati kameie #spider socorro #avatar the way of water #sully family #avatar spider #i wrote the whole series in little over a week which is wild to me #like that's 37000 words in ten days #absolutely wild #writers on tumblr #lottie writes fanfic

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twofrontteethstillcrooked · 7 months

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Epic: 11 Oct. Suptober

Though Sam had no love for Halloween, he too felt a modicum of despair for the display before them.

deancas not-hiding-a-developing-relationship-as-well-as-they-think-they-are au #pray4sam

A giant banner over the store's entrance read "Epic Holiday Extravaganza" and upon spotting it, Sam groaned in his soul.

"Awesome," Dean said, grin wacky and his chest puffed out like an inflatable vampire's.

(They'd just driven through a neighborhood heavily decorated with towering monsters and fake cobwebs, Dean slapping the steering wheel out of sheer enthusiasm the whole time.)

Upon entering the store lobby, however, Dean's balloon instantly popped.

Though Sam had no love for Halloween, he too felt a modicum of despair for the display before them.

"Where are the ghosts?" Dean demanded. (Never mind that real ghosts were usually the fucking worst.) "The jack o'lanterns? The Oogie Boogies and tombstones? No spiders? No bats? Not even a cornucopia or stack of plain old pumpkins?"

Sam tried to put out his arm in a casual sort of way, to keep his brother from plowing headfirst into the copse of festooned Christmas trees, reindeer and sleigh, red and green gnomes, and a large translucent angel with lacy wings that flapped, slowly, like a butterfly's. Everything on sale, 40% off, earn ten dollars Krazy Kash for fifty dollars spent.

"It's October eleventh," Dean all but yelled.

"All right, chill," Sam hissed under his breath.

"The assistant store manager has time to meet with us now," Cas said. Having arrived first, he'd strolled up an aisle of boxed ornaments, wrapping paper, wreaths, and snowmen figurines without any discernible distress.

Cas did give the fake angel a dirty look; Sam snorted, mostly to himself.

"Finally," Dean muttered, "at least we can see a real corpse for a change." He stopped dead in his tracks. "You know what I mean."

Cas tipped his head. "I don't, actually."

Dean rolled his eyes and nudged Cas back down the aisle.

"I'm surprised the Christmas stuff bugged you so much," Sam said conversationally. He finished drinking his milkshake and waited for Dean to swallow a wad of french fries.

Dean wiped his hands on a paper napkin, crumpled the burger wrapper into a ball, and pitched it neatly into the world's smallest trash can set beneath the motel television stand. "I like Christmas," Dean said. "Hell, I love Christmas sometimes. Not in freakin' autumn. The leaves haven't even fallen off the trees yet. Halloween's too good to waste this early, man. It's disrespectful."

A ghoul digging up a semi-retired warehouse worker, eating half his limbs, and leaving the rest in the mattress section of a mid priced department store just to annoy the store manager also seemed disrespectful to Sam, but Dean didn't need him chiming in about that.

"You and Cas picked out your costumes yet?" Sam asked, toeing off his boots.

Dean went stock still. Shifty around the eyes. Maybe a little spooked.

Cas exited the bathroom just then. He'd changed into his on the road pajamas, i.e. he'd taken off his trench coat and his suit coat, and left his shoes by the door (having already washed off the gooey ghoul blood, for which Sam was grateful). "Has something happened?" he asked Dean.

"No," Dean said, sullen as a teenager.

"Are we going to watch a movie?" Cas arranged himself against the headboard of one of the two beds.

Good mood restored, Dean bounced up to grab the remote. "Local access channel's showing Bludgeon Brothel in fifteen minutes. Classic '80s slasher. Made Lola Sidebottom a household name for a while there." He crashed onto the mattress next to Cas and looked happier than a witch with a new broomstick.

Well, at least Sam knew which bed was his for the night: the other one.

(On the 31st day of the month, he pretended to be surprised when both Dean and Cas walked out of Dean's bedroom dressed like skeleton pirates.)

#suptober23 #destiel #deancas #spn #snippetfic #fic #suptober

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lost-girl-2021 · 11 months

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Would it be possible for you to write a fanfiction on ao3 about Metkayina Spider human au? It sounds so interesting that I don't even know how to comment

I think I might after I finish up with Days Into Decades. I'm in school rn (and trying to get a job) so I don't want to take on too many projects at once. I've definitely started fics, then got a new idea, started a new one, and accidentally ghosted the first, so I'm hoping to avoid that atm, lol.

I have three-ish ideas for new fics that I've written a little about, but I'll probably decide once I've finished with Days Into Decades (I'm starting the last act rn, actually).

The options are as follows, for anyone interested:

Metkayina post-battle Spider AU

(After the battle) Spider is taken in by Ronal and Tonowari. Either he washes ashore like Ariel and is taken in before the Sully's even notice he's there, or he's doing his little beach-boy thing and sleeping in trees and they notice.

I also think it'd be really funny if all the Metkayina people think Spider's, like, ten or something because surely human's get bigger than that, right? Like, it's been awhile since they've seen any humans and they never worked closely with them/interacted outside of fighting. So, they never really paid attention.

Young Spider (Adopted) AU

AU where humans don't age as fast as the Na'vi, so Spider's like 12-14-ish and his friends are all fifteen/sixteen. Also, in the AU, I would probably have Spider be adopted by the Sully's. I've touched based on it before, but I'd probably do something where Spider was raised (properly) besides the Sully kids and the rest of the movie takes place pretty much the same (minus my boy Neteyam dying, never gonna go there).

Brainwashed Spider AU (Probably my fav atm)

Spider is 'rescued' by the Sully's after the battle, except he doesn't remember them. At all. As far as he's concerned, he's Miles Quaritch Jr. and Jake Sully is a traitor of humanity.

There's a couple different ways this could go. Either Quaritch lives and takes him back at some point, only for Spider to realize he was treated better with the Sully's. Or, Spider finds out Jake killed his dad and feels bad for starting to trust him. Spider could run away at some point, he could try to off himself like the 'good soldier' he is. Idk, there's so many options.

Modern Metkayina/Foster kid Spider AU (the more I think about this one the more ideas I get)

Spider is a foster kid sent to live with Ronal and Tonowari's family.

Two options for Spider's childhood before this: (one) he was living with the Sully family until they had to move to another country to be with Neytiri's ailing mother (two) he lived with his father in the mountains and was homeschooled, but his father was arrested and Spider's been sent far away to avoid anyone knowing his situation/any of Spider's uncles/aunts being able to find him while the case is investigated. I'm partial to the second version, because I feel like it'd be interesting to see Spider have to learn how to be a Real Boy. But, I also like the angst that comes with Spider getting comfortable with his new foster family and his old foster family (the Sully's) moving back to the States and wanting to adopt Spider, basically making Spider pick where he wants to go.

Whichever backstory he gets changes how the rest of the fic goes, but we'd definitely see Spider learning to surf (maybe to swim?) and Aounung at first bullying the guy and then getting in a fight for him or something whenever someone else tries to do it (very much 'i'm the only one allowed to make fun of my brother' vibes).

Those are the main fic ideas I have atm, lmk which one(s) you like the best or if you have any more ideas for me to hyperfixate on lol.

#atwow spider #spider avatar #miles spider socorro #avatar way of water #spider #avatar #atwow fanfiction #avatar fanfiction #days into decades #atwow

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