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writingmeraki · 2 months

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gents in dilemma.

a park sunghoon drabble !

pairing : rich!boy!sunghoon x gn!reader, teasing classmates to ???

genre : fluff/humour (?)

warnings : nothing just sunghoon using his privileges as a pretty rich boy lmao also no actual knowledge os spider-man comics im sorry if it's inaccurate <3 !

author's note : wooo! a double update ?!? who is thisss mayhaps very random but i told ya'll ( if u read my recent mingu drabble ) it's been a while since i realeased anything enha :( this was sort of a warm up to get back into writing for them! if you have any ideas pls send them in!! i rlly want to write for them again hehe <3

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You were stuck there anyways. Your brother wouldn’t come pick you up earlier enough and all your friends left already so you found no point in wanting to leave and sit outside in the hot and humid weather where you’ll probably just end up with mosquito bites and sweaty skin.

The song played in your earphones as you lazily flipped through the Spider-man comic. It was your newest hyperfixation and you had difficulties getting copies but you were getting there.

Suddenly an intrusion popped in front of you as you got to the good part, but you paid no mind to whoever it was.

Besides, who in their right mind would want to make small talk with a stranger in the damned detention room?

The music was dull but you could hear the sound of someone clearing their throat. Sighing, you put down the comic and looked unamused at the boy in front of you.

Park Sunghoon. Rich, smart, pretty boy who lived up to all the stereotypes that clung to his personality while also hanging out with the same sort of people. Not a stranger you thought.

You wondered how you missed seeing him and…Park Jonseong? (If you remembered correctly) walk in. Perhaps you indeed were too focused in your daydreams.

Now amusement flickered in your gaze as you looked up at him.

He definitely did live to his pretty boy name you mused as you took in the moles on his face, the shade of his pink lips, the messy yet perfectly sitting hair of his.

He gulped under your calculating gaze, not knowing why he felt nervous all of a sudden when it was his idea to tell you not to say anything to Mr.Kim for when Jay and him would ditch the detention they got that day. He confidently told his friend he would threaten you if you didn’t comply, perhaps maybe bribe you a bit and surely it would do the trick.

But how his words seemed to bite right back at him because suddenly his mouth felt drier and tongue heavier under your gaze. For a brief moment, he wondered how he had never seen you, otherwise, he knew he wouldn’t be able to forget a face like yours.

“Now now,what ever have I done to have the Park Sunghoon right in front of me?” You grinned teasingly at him and fuck you had dimples. He swore he might have died in that moment and reached heaven.

He felt a shove that snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Uh-yeah um we- wait you know me?” You raised a brow at his words, the amusement only growing as you saw the tip of his ears getting red.

Was he flustered…by you?

“ ‘course I do, it would seem weird if I didn’t at least to you people.” You murmured the last part, darting your eyes to his friend who seemed to roll his eyes.You weren’t sure if it was because of you or because of Sunghoon.

“Can you get to the point idiot-”

“Hey! Shut up, yeah? I’m talking-”

“All I see is you acting like a huge fucking si-”

They whispered to each other, almost making you giggle at the way they both seemed to be arguing over something, you figured you were somehow involved.

“Well see- the thing is we’re going to ditch this.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, tilting your head a little as you leaned forward in your chair, placing your head on one hand.

“And? Does that concern me?”

“We don’t want you snitching, that’s what he meant. You can ditch too, Mr.Kim’s known for never coming back to his detentions once he leaves.”

You shook your head, “I’m fine here, I have to wait anyways, you can-”

Suddenly a thought occurred to you, “Hmm, the snitching on you both part sounds tempting, I might even get brownie points, struggling with his class anyways.”

No,he was not supposed to find your smirk cute, nor the mischievous glint in your eyes.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Wha- what’s in it for you?! You can ditch too! Didn’t I say that already-”

“Wait. I might have something.”

Jay stared at Sunghoon in both disbelief and annoyance while you looked at him curiously. He set his bag down and opened it, pulling out something.

“Here.”

You couldn’t believe your eyes. The newest edition of the Spider-man series. You’d been trying for ages to get it, but held yourself back when you saw the triple digit price point.

Of course he’d have this.

You gasped in disbelief, looking in awe as you grabbed it and flipped through the pages. Sunghoon found it absolutely cute the way your eyes lit up.

He was concerned about how enduring he already found you in the span of approximately 10 minutes.

“It’s too expensive, I can’t-”

“Who said I am giving it to you? I’m letting you borrow it so you won’t rat us out.”

It seemed the tables turned and it was your turn to be flustered under his teasing gaze and he did in fact have a cute grin. Shit-eating one but adorable.

“I’ll take it to my grave.” You hugged the comic to your chest and did a zipping your mouth motion, throwing away the pretend key. He let out a chuckle at your actions and the sound absolutely did not do something to your heart ( You think it might have burst ).

Jay had been observing the interaction and he knew why exactly Sunghoon did what he was doing. Seems like the supposed ‘ice’ prince was melting at your mere presence. Oh he was so going to spill everything to the rest of his friends and tease him for the life of it.

Sunghoon’s gaze moved towards your phone, seeing it was still unlocked he took it while you yelped in alarm, “Hey! I said I won’t say anything!”

You had stood up from your chair and now only realised just how much taller he was than you when he began to type something with his hands raised above you.

“Here. My number and I rang it to have yours. Call me when you’re done reading, I expect to get my comic back soon enough.” He held your hand and plopped your phone in it, while you remained frozen at his bold moves. Even the blonde next to him was surprised at his actions, that probably said a lot to you.

He swung his arm around Jay who had an amused grin as he shook his head, waving bye to you, pausing for a moment when he realized something as he looked back at you.

“What’s your name?”

“Uh-oh um,” You were still in a trance at what just happened as you said your name, not as confidently as you wished and you cursed yourself mentally for already being so hung up on his actions.

He repeated it as if testing it out, “See you soon then,” He grinned at you as you just chose to wave back, thinking you might just say something stupid.

Looking down at your phone, you saw his number and back at the comic book that laid on the desk, you grinned bashfully, shaking your head as you laughed.

Maybe just maybe, Park Sunghoon wouldn't have to wait until you finished the comic for you to see him.

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hubristicassholefight · 6 months

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Swordswoman Showdown Semifinals

Hornet (Hollow Knight) vs Brienne of Tarth (A Song Of Ice and Fire)

(Better here in a "preferred character" sense, not "who would win in a fight")

Propaganda below cut

Hornet

Technically its not a sword but she wields a needle in a setting where swords do not exist and she wields it in an exceedingly swordlike fashion so. She counts; Girlboss demigoddess spider lady. She's been protecting an entire kingdom for longer than many of the other characters have been alive. She systematically kills her siblings for being too weak. She's simply the best.

#im pretty sure hornet can beat like. anyone in a fight.#have you ever fought hornet#its so fucking hard getting past her every time i play hk i go literally insane.

#i remember getting stuck on the first hornet fight on mt first play through and bring likr#''omg the boss fights in this are so hard!!!''#like what. you're not even half way through what are you talking about#you can't even DASH honey. you don't know what's diffcult or not in this game.

So, SPOILERS

but I feel like the "she systematically kills her siblings" part needs a little clarification. See, one of her siblings was used as a living prison for an angry god and that uh. Didn't work out for the sibling in question or anyone else.

This account is itself heavily abbreviated but it's likely that any other sibling Hornet encounters will be trying to take over as the god's new prison. She appears to challenge any sibling she sees to battle, in order to test their resolve against herself and her needle - would they actually have a chance against that god?

We never actually see her kill any siblings, but she does quite pointedly tell one of them that (to paraphrase) "My needle is lethal and I would feel no sadness in a weakling's demise."

Feels like a relevant quote. In any case, if they can't beat Hornet, it seems like her needle would be a far more merciful end than what the god would grant.

Anyway, a bit of additional material for @swordswomanshowdown :

As is the case for any cool swordswoman, it's not just her sword that's lethal, it's her with it. And Hornet's needle was custom made for her - the creators have said that, while other needles exist, hers was made specifically for her to wield, and its construction allows her to use her spider silk better in combat.

And another thing that I think makes her a good swordswoman: she's actually pretty thoughtful about how she uses it. There's a least one instance where she tries to warn someone off before fighting them! At the same time, when she does fight, she seems to enjoy it - during her boss battles, you can hear her laugh sometimes, as if exhiliarated. She's really got it all, as a swordswoman!!!

#HORNET SWEEP CMON PLEEEEEEASE#shes gay. shes the only sibling with a gender. shes a spider named HORNET. look like croissant. whats not to like

Brienne

gets gifted a sword made with the rarest metal ever because she’s THAT good; she’s simply the best

Brienne is one of the top sword users alive in her day. She's descended from a man who's catchphrase was "I'm better with a sword." Better than what? You. Jaime Lannister. Loras Tyrell. Any five given guys at once. She has a fantastic sword that might be magic or cursed and is named Oathkeeper because that's what she does; I love her

Beat like 20 guys in a tournament when she was 19. Was given a magic sword. Won a sword fight against the premier swordsman in the realm. Very swordly; Very tall and strong. Holds her sword in high esteem. Accomplished with other weapons as well!

She's defeated multiple of the top knights in the series in duels. One such knight gifts her the fabergé egg of swords and she uses it to defend orphans and stuff. Got out of a bad betrothal by dueling him and beating his ass so bad she broke multiple bones. Honestly there's so much more she is the swordswoman of all time. to me; She's buff and ugly and 6' 5" and so honorable and kind that she inspires the guy who fucks his sister to yknow. stop doing that. literally gets mauled for the sake of protecting a bunch of orphans (with her sword). also she's 20 she should be at the club ‼️

One of the best sword wielders in Westeros, the author says he would pick her to defend him. Has a cool sword called Oathkeeper. Manages to go up against 7 fighters and take out most of them,. The only true knight; First off, talking about book brienne, they massacred show brienne, the show runners simply didn’t understand what she’s about.“ She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice” brienne had plenty of choice but she couldn’t leave people to die. The chivalric paradigm is rotten and corrupted, but here is Brienne, the one true knight, who isn’t even a actual knight! “knights are for killing”, but here is a knight who risks her life again and again to protect innocents! Bri IS hope, she is the light in the dark that shows that things can be better, things must be better. Fundamentally an idealist: “Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it's always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining”

#BRIENNE WON A MELEE WHEN SHE WAS 19 !!!!!#DONT LET HER LOSE

#MORE LOVE FOR BRIENNE#SHE FOUGHT A DAMN BEAR WITH A WOODEN SWORD#SHE AVENGED A MAN UNJUSTLY MAIMED#SHE PROTECTED CHILDREN AGAINST SEVEN MEN#NO CHANCE AND NO CHOICE

I'm going to put some propaganda for Brienne, because she deserves the world.

Some people have been quoting the "no chance, no choice" in the tags, but for those that don't know it comes from this scene:

...she could hear the faint clink of swords and mail from beneath their ragged cloaks. She counted them as they came. Two, four, six, seven. (...) Brienne sucked in her breath and drew Oathkeeper. Too many, she thought, with a start of fear, they are too many.(...) Brienne tried to keep the fear from her voice, but her mouth was dry as dust. The children, she thought. The door to the inn banged open. Willow stepped out into the rain, a crossbow in her hands. The girl was shouting at the riders, but a clap of thunder rolled across the yard, drowning out her words. As it faded, Brienne heard the man in the Hound’s helm say, “Loose a quarrel at me and I’ll shove that crossbow up your cunt and fuck you with it. Then I’ll pop your fucking eyes out and make you eat them.” The fury in the man’s voice drove Willow back a step, trembling. Seven, Brienne thought again, despairing. She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice. She stepped out into the rain, Oathkeeper in hand. “Leave her be. If you want to rape someone, try me.”

This is basically one of the most badass and awesome moments of the series... because here, Brienne is not guarding a King, vanquishing a great Evil Lord, or fighting a big glorious battle... this is an inn full of orphans being attacked by raiders, children whose lives really don't matter in the great scheme of things. If they were all to be killed, nobody powerful would really care, no history book would write their names.

The logical thing is to run away from there as fast as she could. And yet, Brienne decides to enter an unwinnable nightmarish battle (one where she gets her arm broken and her face eaten) because is the right thing to do. She is a true knight.

Because, in the dark pseudo-medieval world of Westeros, where the patriarchal martial system reigns supreme, there is no space for someone like Brienne, she herself said it best:

"You have a noble father who must surely love you. (...) I know he would tell you that he would sooner have a living daughter than a shattered shield." "A daughter." Brienne's eyes filled with tears. "He deserves that. A daughter who could sing to him and grace his hall and bear him grandsons. He deserves a son too, a strong and gallant son to bring honor to his name. (...) I am the only child the gods let him keep. The freakish one, not fit to be a son or daughter."

And yet, despite being on the fringe of this society that doesn't accept nonconforming gender expression, despite not being able to be named knight, Brienne is still the embodiment of the ideal of knighthood. She is a true hero, who over and over decides to defend the innocents and do the right thing.

So yeah, my conclusion here is... I think she and kiku should kiss <3

#hornet #hollow knight #brienne of tarth #a song of ice and fire #swordswoman showdown #poll #official #round 5 #semifinals #rape mention below cut

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elliexmylove · 1 year

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YOU KNOW ONE DIRECTION?

Pairing: Peter Parker x GN reader

Warnings: anxiety, social anxiety

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: you meet spiderman one lonely night and listen to music together, you also meet Peter and become best friends, and maybe more?

Notes: I'm so sorry the ending is rushed but it's 2am and I'm really tired<3

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Sat lonely on the rooftop of your apartments building, music filled your ears, earphones tangled, goosebumps graced your skin from the cold breeze. It was a sad life, no friends, bad relationship with your mum who you lived with, mentally ill, the only thing giving you life at the moment was your dog, Sorren.

Thinking about going back down, lying in bed and watching Netflix or Disney+ was rudely interrupted by a person in red and blue swinging onto the roof.

Oh, spider man.

Thinking he was probably just here to take a break you stayed silent.

"Hey," a weak but friendly voice hesitantly said, voice cracking slightly.

You turned to look at him, unsure if he was talking to you, but realised of course there was no one else he could be talking to.

"Hi," You awkwardly smile, eyes darting from him to the ground.

Reaching for your phone resting on the concrete ground, you turn the volume down slightly, if he tries to talk to you again.

He points to the ground with his finger in a questioning manner, asking if it's okay to sit and you nod. Once sat, you two just stare at the city in front of you, in silence for at least five minutes.

"What're you listening to?" He questions,

"Uh well my Playlist is on shuffle and a song just finished, lemme check what's playing now."

Your phone lights up revealing your home screen and song that is about to start.

"Transgender by Crystal castles."

"Oh, I haven't heard of that." He pauses, "I'll have to listen to it now." Even with the mask you can tell he seems to be smiling,

"You can now if you'd like, I'm not sure what music you listen to so you may not like it,"

you regret saying anything at all, feeling stupid.

"Yeah sure!"

"I'll take most of my mask off but leave it covering my face,"

"I can just take the earphones out-"

"No no, I like them, it makes music better."

You smile and hand him one half of them, anxiety fills you a little, a lot of people haven't liked your music taste, you wish he'd come when you were listening to a playlist with other songs you know other people like, but this was the Playlist you listen to when sad or feeling empty.

With a sigh you relax a little, it's just music. But then you remember it's spider man and it comes back, you have just been talking to spider man. It makes you feel sick.

He probably thinks you're weird, and-

"Huh," he says, and you turn your head to look at him,

"It's not what I would usually listen to but it's cool."

"What music do you listen to?"

"Have you heard of One direction?" He seems to sheepishly grin,

Excitement takes over your anxiety. One Direction was your childhood, you still listen to it mainly for the nostalgia, but it's just great music.

"Yeah?" He says seeing the look on your face,

You nod with a smile, "who hasn't?"

Unlocking your phone, spotify appears,

"Which one?" You look to him,

"Kiss you?"

You turn your head back to your phone, typing and then playing it.

The familiar music starts playing and happiness causes a little grin on your face,

Oh I just wanna take you anywhere you like we could could go out any day any night

Spider man begins humming along to it, suddenly you feel comfortable around him, this is honestly the first time you've been happy around anyone but yourself for a while.

His head bounces to the song and you fight the urge to sing along.

"Do you think I should take the earphones out for this song?"

"Yeah,"

You pull it out of your phone and the music gets a little louder, setting the earphones aside you turn the volume up,

So tell me girl if every time we touch, you get this kind of rush, lemme say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah if you don't wanna take it slow and you just wanna take me home

He starts singing to it and you laugh,

"Hey!"

"I'm not laughing at your singing," you grin,

"And let me kiss you!" You sing, probably regretting it as you lie in bed tonight.

For the rest of the song you just hum along, having fun for the first time in a long time. And with spider man of all people.

Just as one thing starts playing sirens sound somewhere nearby,

"Aw man," he says

"This was really really fun, but I gotta go," He pulls the rest of his mask over the back of his head,

"Bye spidey,"

He smiles at the nickname under his mask, then shoots a web to a building, swinging from that to another.

You're left by yourself again, Sighing you get up, stare at the city for a second and start walking back down to your apartment, earphones now back and playing the rest of 1D's songs until you get there.

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Sorren's tail starts wagging as you walk into your bedroom, his head still lying on his paws, the room was dark, the moon and city lights lighting it up enough to see, a large window taking up basically the whole wall was placed on the right side, your double bed with comfy blankets placed in the same corner.

Sitting on the bed sorren shuffles so his head can be on your lap, your laptop's screen was still illuminated from before you left, after a large sigh you paid attention to sorren.

"Who's a good boy, did you miss me? Hm?"

He shuffles around excitedly while staying in the same spot, you rub the sides of his head a little roughly but not hurting him. He was no small dog but he loved taking up as much space on your bed as he could.

The lights were beautiful in the city as you stared at it through your window, sorren had fallen asleep in the time you sat on your bed doing nothing. It was well past twelve, you should go to sleep, a buzz broke your empty thoughts and your phone turned off as it went flat. Yet another reason to go to sleep, so in doing so the day came much quicker than you'd like.

The sun shone on you, squinting your eyes open, the dread of the day filled you, all that had to be done was school and grocery shopping, not that bad, but it was hard enough getting out of bed.

Sorren realised you had woken up and started whining from happiness, tail wagging at an alarming rate and licking around his snout as he made his way up the bed to you, a grin grew on your face as you welcomed him.

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Arriving at school the weather had turned into clouds and light rain, the best kind. Immediate dread came as you saw all of the students around, social anxiety was not fun, you stuff your hands into your pockets and your demeanour is slouched, eyes not meeting anyone.

Your head filled with thoughts of judgement, you tried to distract yourself with the thought of sorren and how you would see him at the end of the day. Heart racing you walked past people.

A particular person seemed to be staring at you, he had curly brown hair and brown eyes, breathing became difficult and sorren was no longer enough to make you feel better.

"Hi," the boy said as you walked past him,

"Hi." You tried your best to smile.

Once sat in your seat for class you calmed down a little, leg bouncing as the teacher began to speak.

After a while he asked if anyone could answer the question, you thought you knew the answer but feared it was wrong so didn't say anything, someone else said the answer and was right, you were also right and annoyed for not speaking up.

Mind drifting you accidently zone out for the most of class, and before you knew it the time for lunch had come. Everyone walked out including you to the cafeteria.

Upon arriving you got food and saw a table with only one other person sitting there, you knew she was rather quiet so figured it was perfect.

"Is it okay if I sit here?"

She looked up from her phone,

"Go for it."

With that being said you sat down, grabbing a book from your bag, with horror you saw the cover had been bent in half from the position it must have been in the bag. Bending it back the other way it helped but still a crease line and stuck out a bit.

"Hey,"

The boy that stared at you earlier was now standing next to you,

"Hello,"

"Is it okay if I sit with you?"

A flash of panic ran through you but you told yourself to stop overreacting,

"Yeah sure."

He smiled in return,

"I'm Peter,"

He said once sat down, "I'm Y/n," you said and looked back down to your book,

"Aw no its bent huh," you looked to him not used to people saying more than five words to you, "Yeah, I should've placed it more carefully in my bag,"

"Is it a good book?" He continues,

You look up again, this time just with your eyes, "Mhm."

"What's it about?" He was trying to hold a conversation with you, though he realised it wasn't quite as easy as last night on the rooftop, when he saw you today he recognised you and was excited you were in the same school as him.

"It's kinda hard to explain." You didn't leave much room for the conversation to continue, you don't really mean to but it always happens, you never know what to say.

"Okay." He smiled, he really wanted to get to know you but could see maybe now wasn't the best time, so he would try again later.

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Once school finished you walked to the supermarket, it was a bit of a walk but you didn't mind.

You opened notes and checked the grocery list, the stand of baskets was next to the entry so you grabbed one and walked into the vegetables area, which was colder than expected so you pulled your hoodie over your head.

In spotting lettuce it got placed into the basket, carrots were more expensive that you'd like but you put them into the basket as well. Walking down the cereal aisle you got cornflakes and in the refrigerator got milk.

After a while everything you needed was in the basket but deciding you wanted some snacks you walked to the aisle, a familiar person was already in the snack section, Peter.

Stopping where candy was you looked at the options, probably going to be there for a while considering the indecisive person you were.

Peter noticed you and smiled, "Hi,"

"Oh hi," you smiled back, you picked up a bag of maltesers, still wanting one other thing,

"Oh you're so right," he said before getting maltesers as well, you exhaled with your nose and smiled as a reply while still looking,

He then got some gummy snakes, "Hey do wanna hang out and eat candy?" He knew you'd most likely say no and was kinda scared for your reply, who asks a stranger to eat candy with them? He awkwardly smiles and awaits your answer.

You didn't really know what to do, in all honesty the urge to say yes was overtaking saying no, it would be so awkward though, you haven't hung out with anyone in so long.

"Yeah uh sure,"

He smiled happily, and you decided to just quickly grab some chips, you two walked down the aisle to the checkout together.

You were actually really excited to be hanging out with someone, he seemed really nice too, but you couldn't ignore your anxiety either.

You thought about asking to hang out at your apartment but felt stupid because who invites a stranger to hang out there?

It ended up being the park where you ate candy and talked, well talked as best you could, but you had to admit you really enjoyed it and was excited the whole time, always worrying about what to say or do, but he was really nice and it made you feel better.

You wondered whether you just made a friend.

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By the end of the day you piled the groceries on the bench and took your unfinished snacks to your bedroom, where sorren happily awaited you, your mum was out, so you played with him in the lounge.

Once you were tired out you decided to go to the roof again, only this time you weren't all that sad. Bringing your tote bag with the remaining chips and candy turned out to be a good idea, because spiderman was once again on the rooftop ten minutes after you got there.

The truth is he saw you and wanted to spend more time with you, he thought you were really cool.

"Well hello there," you smiled, "Hi,"

"Can I sit?"

"Mhm."

You seemed a lot more relaxed than last time. "Want any snacks?" You offered, "what have you got?"

You got the chips and maltesers, "God, I love maltesers,"

"Glad to be of service."

He lifted his mask just above his mouth, by now you were looking at the tall buildings around you, he pulled his mask back down.

"Thanks." You smiled a little in response,

"Wanna ask some random questions for fun?" You felt a little childish, but it's a good way to get to know someone.

"Sure, just as long as you don't try ask who I am," he bumps his shoulder into yours,

"Okay. I know this is the most basic question I could ask but it has to be done. What's your favourite colour?"

"Hm," he contemplates,

"Red."

"How did I guess?" He smiles under the mask, "you?"

"It's gotta be dark green, though I love so many more."

You cross your legs, "Favourite movie?" He asks.

This goes on for quite some time before he has to leave. You haven't felt this happy for quite a while, both Peter and Spiderman were so easy to like, you just worry if they actually like you.

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Four months went by, Peter and you became quite good friends, you didn't see spiderman that often but most times when you were on the rooftop he would be there a while later.

Anxiety still was a problem wherever you went but Peter made you feel a lot better when he was around, you were supposed to go to his house after school for a movie night, your biggest worry of that is if he picks a terrible movie, you didn't mind star wars but the old ones were pretty boring.

Upon meeting his aunt May you realised she was really nice, and you wouldn't be lying if you said you had a tiny crush that you annoy Peter with on purpose all the time.

School was over and done with, now getting prepared to go to Peter's your alarm went off telling you it was five p.m,

"Gonna miss you" sorren gets a good belly rub before you go. "See you soon puppy."

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You knock on the door and it opens almost instantly, Peter stands there with a grin on his face, "Hi"

"Hey," you walk in, "Hi May,"

She smiles, "Hi Y/n."

Peter drags you to the kitchen to make popcorn, you lean against the bench while waiting for the microwave,

"Wait, is that a new Lego set?" It was sitting on the table, "Yeah me and Ned built it yesterday."

You walk over to it, "Oh my gosh nice, you think you could stand building one with me?"

"Yes." Peter said a little too quickly and eagerly, making you laugh, the microwave beeped and he got the popcorn, putting it in a bowl and carrying it to the couch. You followed with the candy, putting it between you two on the couch.

"What movie have you got in mind?" You ask,

"I always choose them, you can tonight."

"Wait really? Hah nice."

You use the remote to look through disney+, "d'you want Pixar or Disney?" You question, but in your mind you've already made the decision.

"Pixar?" He looks to you, "good answer."

Ten minutes later you chose finding nemo, not having watched it in a long time you really enjoyed it, the popcorn was gone in the first twenty minutes. After eating half of the candy you both got comfortable, Peter was lying half back on the couch, his back in the corner of it, and you lay down on him slightly.

Sadly the movie ended, you didn't want to leave but even though you knew your relationship with your mum was terrible she would want you home very soon. Peter didn't want you to leave either,

"Hey d'you wanna stay the night? Like a sleepover?" He was hopeful, "thank you but I better go home,"

"Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow?"

"It's Saturday tomorrow Pete," his heart burst at the nickname and he struggled not to smile, "Oh right, uhm well would it be okay if I came over?"

"You know I'd love that but she'll be home all day."

"Okayy,"

You walk to pick up your bag, Peter quickly makes his way over to the door and gives you a hug before you leave. The feeling of happiness leaves you giddy, and so happy he's your friend.

May was in her room so you didn't say bye, but much to your disappointment you did to Peter,

"Bye I'll see you later okay?"

"Okay Bye." He smiled as you walked out the door.

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The day drifted away while you stayed in bed, you messaged Peter a little and watched a movie for a bit, but as the day dragged on into 5pm you grew to be really hungry.

Telling Peter of your starvation he was horrified, telling you to go eat, and you did. Peeling the blankets back and standing made you a bit lightheaded for a second.

In the kitchen pasta was boiling in a pot and you grated cheese, Sorren sitting right beside you, tail wagging and looking hopeful. Cheese melted and other ingredients added, the pasta was complete and put into a bowl.

The sun set while you sat at the table eating until you were very full, a blue and red suited superhero swung across some buildings as you chewed your last mouthful.

Sorren made a loud sigh curling up on his bed, you rinsed your bowl and put it into the dishwasher.

After doing nothing all day you were exhausted and collapsed on your bed, the thought of hanging out with Peter tomorrow excited you, a little rush of happiness and excitement made you smile.

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Your shoe fought with you as you struggled to put it on, your beloved converse betrayed you like this almost every time. Tying them into a double knot you were ready to go, Sorren had gone with your mum to a dog park somewhere so he wasn't there desperate to go with you.

You took the elevator down the building, beginning your walk to meet Peter once you got to the bottom, a cool breeze felt nice at first until you got a little cold and started to have an earache.

Peter stood in front of a park bench, near the supermarket where you planned to buy food and go to the park again.

"Hey," he smiled widely once he saw you,

"Hi," you smiled back,

"Ready to go in?"

"Yeah." The two of you walked together,

"Peter I'm so tired," you drawled, "I've been walking for ages,"

He got behind you to push your back making you laugh, once you were outside the doors you stumbled to make him stop,

"Okay okay thank you."

The automatic doors opened, it was cooler inside, and also very busy, grabbing your phone from your back pocket the time said 12:04, you panicked a little, that was one of the busiest times you could be here, there were so many people.

Peter noticed your quiet panic and held your hand, the gesture made you feel better, the two of you walked to get snacks, hand in hand.

"Noo there are kids on the swings," you said once at the park, "Pete go push them off,"

"What? No way that's so mean!"

"I wasn't being serious." You mumbled,

"I know." He pushed his shoulder into yours, smiling.

You ate some of the food you bought and talked, the kids got off of the swings, and that didn't go unnoticed by you,

"Quick now's our chance!" You run towards the swings, Peter grabs the food and runs with you.

"Hey Pete, could you please push me?" You could swing yourself but it's fun when other people push you.

"How high?"

"Really high,"

You felt butterflies in your stomach as you went higher, you couldn't control your laughter, the butterflies got too much for you,

"Okay wait wait wait I wanna stop," you laugh but panic a little, once you slowed down Peter grabbed your waist until you stopped completely, and even though you weren't high in the air anymore you got butterflies again.

Peter then got on the other swing, looking at you expectantly, innocence on his face,

"You want me to push you, huh?"

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Another five months went by, you were sitting at the table with Peter and May eating Chinese at their house.

"It's like Sorren is obsessed with Peter or something," you laugh, Peter had finally come to your apartment and met him.

"He almost crushed me!"

"Exactly, he loves you."

May smiled and got up, collecting the rubbish to put into the bin,

"Alright my little munchkins I'm off to bed, gotta be in early, don't stay up too late."

You cringed at the word munchkins, she did it on purpose of course.

"Night Aunt May."

"Night May."

"Wanna maybe stay the night?" Peter's eyes glistened with hope,

"Of course I would,"

"Okay uhm I have some pyjamas you can use,"

"Cool i'll get changed," you smile standing up and messing with the top of his hair.

Once changed you collapsed onto his bed, you used to sleep on the spare mattress but now it's normal just to share the bed.

The two of you continued to talk until 12am, laughing quietly in the light from the lamp in his bedside table,

you could feel his gentle breath on your face, minty from brushing his teeth earlier. You heated up a little realising how close your faces were, you couldn't deny the crush you'd developed on your best friend though you tried to the best of your ability.

He noticed you'd quietened down, a very light redness on your cheeks, this made him go a little red now also realising your closeness. His eyes glanced towards your lips involuntarily, you did as well.

He leaned in slightly, lips ghosting over yours.

You leaned in ever so slightly, ending in a kiss, he exhaled through his nose.

An alarm broke the two of you apart with a jolt, the alarm was to let the both of you know it was time to sleep.

You cleared your throat as he turned it off, not knowing what to do you quickly said "uhm I'm just gonna go sleep on the couch,"

"Wait-"

"We'll talk in the morning!" You walked out with your pillow, there were already blankets on the couch.

Morning came, and your phone woke you, your mum was calling and in your sleepiness you still remembered you didn't ask for permission to stay the night.

You squint your eyes to see the time, 6:07am.

"Hello?" You croak out groggily,

"Where are you?"

"I stayed at Peters,"

She obviously wasn't that happy but only said,

"It's a school day, come home right now and get ready please."

She hung up,

Oh shit, it is a school day

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Peter woke up later, he got up rubbing his eyes and walked to the couch, you weren't there.

He checked his phone and saw you messaged saying sorry you had to leave.

You made your way to school as fast as possible, with only five minutes to spare.

By lunch you were pretty tired, you shut your locker and saw Peter down the hall slightly shutting his as well, when he noticed you he began walking towards you.

Remembering about last you were a little awkward,

"Hi," He smiled making you a little more at ease,

"Hey Parker,"

"Listen I know now's not the best time but I cannot focus, so can we please talk?"

"Alright mister." You smile,

Peter looks around, he takes your hand and leads you to a storage closet.

"Really?"

"What?"

"A storage closet?" You bite back smile,

"I thought it might be nice to have a little privacy, sorry it doesn't meet your standards." He teases,

"Listen about the uhm, kiss,"

Anxiety swirled in your stomach but you calmed down, it's Peter, it's fine.

"I'm so sorry I should have asked! Maybe you didn't even want to and I was dumb and stupid and-"

"Wait wait no it's okay I uhm, I wanted to I promise I just, I don't know I really like you and was scared you regretted it and-"

"You like me?" You looked up at him, he had love and adoration in his eyes,

"yeah," You shyly smiled,

"I love you so much," he whispered, your mouth fell open slightly

"oh my god did I really just say that out loud,"

"Yeah, you did Pete," you laughed

"Would it be okay to kiss you right now?"

"Hm, yeah that checks out with me."

He leaned in almost instantly, kissing you, and after a minute the bell rang,

You broke the kiss, "Gotta go,"

"Noo," he leaned back in, his lips moving slowly against yours, "stay in the dark and dingy closet with me." He mumbled against your mouth, and you continued for a minute.

"Excuse me, isn't it a bit weird to be making out with my best friend?"

"Hm, no, I think it's pretty good actually." He mumbled against your lips, the two of you didn't stop until you heard the second bell a good five minutes later, "Pete we've really got to go now,"

He rested his forehead against yours, eyes suddenly lighting up,

"You know, now that I think about it maybe it is a little weird to do this with your best friend,"

You looked at him,

"Would it be less weird if it was your boyfriend?"

"Hm, you might be onto something,"

"Hey y/n?"

"Yes Peter?"

"Do you maybe wanna go on a date?"

"Sounds pretty nice to me." You smile.

In class you feel giddy, you can't really believe what just happened, and neither can Peter, but he really did love you.

You met him as spiderman

And You fell in love with him as Peter

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagines #peter parker x reader #spiderman #imagines #peter parker angst #marvel imagine #fluffy #tom holland #tasm peter parker #spiderman fluff #one direction #marvel #oneshot

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stupidspidey · 7 months

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AJR - Living Room

if you told me in 2013 that this was the absolute pinnacle of music and that it would get no better than this, chances are i would’ve told you “that’s nice, leave me alone creep” and went to go kick the shit out of my brother at Mario on the DS. Now if you told me now that these guys ended up being my favourite band, i’d probably give you the same response but i’d go play a Spider-Man game instead. Regardless, Living Room by AJR is just… not good, by any sense of the word realistically, don’t get me wrong it’s got its merits but holy fuck, it’s really hard to listen to. Now, i don’t want to be too unfair about this, believe it or not sitting here for a good 5 minute read yelling about how bad something is is REALLY undesirable in a review, and it’s even more undesirable since my girlfriend refuses to sleep with me because of it. (jk rose ily) So, i’m gonna take their advice from one of their next albums that came after this and well, skip to The Good Part, which unfortunately should only take me like, 20 lines, maximum, before i start either repeating myself or talking about how a line in “The World is a Marble Heart” is was reused as a backing vocal in “I Won’t” like, 10 years later.

The Good

My GOD, do these guys know how to write a decent line or few. Sure there’s a few “Thirsty, Thirsty, Thursdays!” in there but, every one of those is definitely made up for by the honestly-adorable Infinity or the surprisingly-hopeful My Calling, each lyric will either strike you as cheesy in a really cute way, or inspiring in a really dumb way, the album could honestly be mistaken as written about someone with how directed and loving each line feels from the start to the end and briefly sidestepping around at least 49.2% of each song. Big White Bed especially, but as i wrote that down all i could think to describe the song was “I love you… BITCH. I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you… BITCH.” from a vine like 10-or-so years ago. So, really, pretty appropriate for their timing on the albums release realistically. A really specific praise for the album but, i think the art itself is really pretty? something about it feels so real. Like, if you made an album with two of your brothers and basically pro-tools, a mic and a big idea (yeah, that’s a quote from one of the songs, Big Idea.) would you not just make the album art you all sat on the comfy family sofa in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere with your band name splattered on the wall in a nice deep red? I know i would if i could fit all 5 of my brothers onto one tiny-ass couch. Now unfortunately i can only realistically think of these two points for the positive part but, i will say this: Every track on this album, has thought behind it. It sometimes comes across as them just lobbing the entire processing power of a Windows 7 computer running pro-tools at you, but if you listen to the audio-commentary edition of the album (because, for some reason they made that?) it really is easy to tell the three of them had passion for the thing, especially seen in Jack’s (the J in AJR) enthusiasm about finally making it out of slummin’ it in the streets while his two way-fucking-taller brothers tap danced and sang, outside of his appearance in Pink Panther 2 and Sesame Street of course. (seriously, i’m deadass, look it up, he even has an iMDB page.) Now, unfortunately, on that point, i can’t realistically stay on the positives forever on this without ending up on some TikTok calling me a brainrotted liberal or some slur that hasn’t been unsealed since some crusty fucking 4channer woke up from his food comatose over a reddit girl with fat tits so, with that point.

The Bad

Ok right so, you know how i mentioned this was considered some sort of principle of music back then in 2013? Well guess what, motherfucker. I wasn’t even joking, the way people view Bruno Mars now is the way people viewed Living Room in 2013, though it was hard not to when their brain cells rubbed together and they decided the best way to promote their album was to tag every artist under the sun on gods green-motherfucking-earth and tell them to listen to it. Even then, the only one who listened really was Sia, and realistically what the fuck have you actually seen Sia do in the past like 5 years? This is a real question seriously please for the love of GOD tell me i have no idea past *Chandelier*. Anyway, enough of throwing Sia some strays (i’m sorry ma’am i’m sure there’s a grammy somewhere i didn’t bother googling), back onto Twenty-One Pilo— Coldplay— I mean, AJR. The album had passion behind it, don’t get me wrong here, but it is completely misplaced. The only way i can describe this is that, if this was the latest release around the time of E.T. for the Atari 2600? Music probably wouldn’t have survived past that either. Though realistically it was probably one of the better albums of that era since by then every other song was the most bassy-pile of “please dance to this” you’d ever seen, but i’m sure there’s someone still out there hitting the dab to fuckin’ The World is a Marble Heart, surely. The album itself had some pretty… interesting, approaches, but really you can only get around 30 seconds into the first song before that fucker starts yodelling? why the fuck is he yodelling? Regardless, no matter how many times you make a sequel to Turning Out or how many times you make some good shit like The DJ is Crying for Help, to those guys at TikTok? you’ll allwwaayyss be the guys who made Thirsty. You could get a treaty and a vulcan salute from half of space, but all those motherfuckers will still only know you for Thirsty. Personally? i’d be so fucking mad. I mean, you look to your left and Kanye has just dropped Yeezus, and what do you have to compete against that? a new national holiday celebrated exclusively by kids who get bullied at school, Thirsty Thursday, if i were them i wouldn’t have even made it to The Click without some sort of apology statement.

The Ending

Now, if i’m being completely real here. I can’t entirely slander Living Room, it’s got ideas, it’s got (marble) heart, and most importantly… It let Neotheater exist so… some good out of the bad right? Sure, for anyone else, unless you’re subconsciously subscribed to every single opinion on r/Music like some sort of absorption sponge. And just… in future, for anyone reading this, Include yodelling in your song and i will fucking SLICE you, not for poor mixing choices, not even for poor taste, but for reminding me that i sat here for an hour, and reviewed an album. Worst part? one out of five baby, i’m not down until i hear the fat lady sing, i’ve still gotta drop my useless thoughts for The Click, Neotheater, OK ORCHESTRA and *The Maybe Man. So, i’m gonna go out with a BANG! and by that? i mean get gunned down by the mexican cartel for even daring to include a good section in this slice of piss.

4/10 - Not enough yodelling really.

#Spotify #AJR #ajrimsosorryiloveyou #LivingRoom

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underburningstars · 2 years

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Hey what about peter having an additional power of his spider powers where he can see the dead. While he is dating tony, he can see Tony's deceased parents. (Tony knew about the additional Spidey power)

I loved writing this one. Thank you for the wonderful ask anon.

on ao3

Part Two

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Pairing : Tony Stark/Peter Parker

Tags : Supernatural abilities, great parents, fluff, college student Peter

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"Your mom is really pretty."

They were at a Stark Industries gala. After Peter and Tony made their relationship official, Tony always brought Peter at these as his plus one.

"Yep. She's always been gorgeous." Tony agreed.

"Hmm. I can see where you got your looks from." Peter smirked when Tony let out a chuckle.

"Pretty sure I look more like my dad." Tony tilted his head towards Peter, "What's she doing?"

"She's dancing." Peter replied, "With your dad."

Tony smiled at that, "Howard wasn't home often. But when he was mama would sing an Italian song and they would dance for hours. It was a wonderful sight."

"They look beautiful now."

"Yeah." Tony sighed wistfully. "I can imagine that."

Long before Peter had been bit by a radioactive spider and gained his spiderman powers, he gained another. Actually, Peter was pretty sure he was born with this.

He could see the dead.

As morbid as it sounded, it wasn't too bad. The dead didn't look much different than the living. So, when he was younger he couldn't even differentiate them.

He just randomly pointed out a funny clothed man to his parents but the expression on their faces told him that they couldn't see that man. Later, Peter learned that the dead people shined a bit more than the living.

At first when his mom and dad told him not to talk about the shiny people he didn't understand. But like adults say over every other thing they just told him "You'll understand when you're older, Peter."

And Peter did understand. He didn't even have to grow up for that. He understood that he was special. That not everyone could see the shiny people. So he kept his powers a secret. Just like mom and dad told him to.

When his parents died, everyone around him was crying. But Peter couldn’t cry. Because they were sitting right there! His mom smiled sadly at him and put her finger on her lips doing a 'shh' motion. Dad mouthed 'secret'. Peter gave them a little nod.

His parents didn't always stay. But they didn't leave him alone for too long either. It was enough.

Peter never told aunt May about his powers. Even after uncle Ben died and Peter cried for his aunt more than he cried for himself. How could he properly grieve when he could see his uncle sitting on the love seat looking at them with sad eyes.

When Tony Stark came to his place, Ben was in Peter's room. Just as they entered, he could see Ben narrow his eyes suspiciously at Tony. But his suspensions were soon replaced my amusement when Tony easily found out the super secret place where he kept his suit (onesie, according to both Tony and Ben).

It was fine. Tony stark wanted him on a mission. In Germany. Although Peter tried to get out of it, he can admit that his excuses were pretty shit. In the end Tony threatened him to tell aunt May and Peter han no choice but to say yes.

Homework. Really?

"What? I panicked okay? You can't blame me." Peter tried to defend himself but Ben just rolled his eyes and vanished. Yeah and the ghost did that too. Very annoying.

Germany worked out better than Peter imagined, at least for him. For Mr. Stark, not so much. But in the end he got the suit and a full scholarship in Columbia because of the fake internship, so his hero and college life were going pretty good, he'd say.

That is, until the ferry incident. That day, Aunt May wasn't the only one conforming him. Both his parents and Ben were there too. It was rare for all of them to be together. So it made Peter feel a lot better.

Having a building thrown on you is not fun. Zero ratings. Peter would not recommend it at all. For a moment he thought he'd turn into the ghosts he sees all the time. But in the end he didn't. He got lucky.

And he got the suit too. Two suits actually. Peter can never get over the Iron Spider suit. The fact that it matches the Iron Man suit is also a big part of it.

Peter didn't regret saying no to Mr. Stark. But he felt better being reassured by Ben.

You made the right choice, Pete.

The first time Peter saw Mr. Stark's lab, he was vibrating with excitement. There was a malfunction in the suit so, Mr. Stark had said Peter could fix it in the lab. But the lab was so much better than Peter could ever imagine.

And there was DUM-E. The cutest robot in the world. Peter was on the moon.

After that day, it became a thing. Peter would visit the lab once or twice a week. To fix the suit, to improve his web shooters and eventually to help Mr. Stark with some of his projects.

So, it became a thing. A thing between him and Tony Stark. Albeit not the kind of thing he wanted but a thing nonetheless.

His dad, all too aware of his little (huge) crush, never forgot to remind him to be careful.

I just don't want you to get hurt kid.

"I know, dad. I'll be fine." Peter replied every time.

It's just a crush. He doesn't know why they're all so worried.

In a few months, when the crush has escalated into something as big as the 'L' word, he understood why they're all so worried.

Peter didn't mean to tell Tony - yeah, it's Tony now - about his ghost seeing powers. But on his 21st birthday, Tony gave him his first whiskey, no doubt more expensive than his whole closet, and he got drunk.

Peter thought that due to his powers he'd not be able to get drunk. But turned out he just sobered up faster.

"You have your mom's eyes, y'know. Wow I just quoted every single person of Harry Potter."

Tony blinked a few times ant him and his brows creased in confusion, "Where did you see my mom's picture?"

"Not a picture." Peter muttered, "She sometimes walks around the house. Especially, in the library. She says she loves to read." the silence that came after ringed loud enough for Peter to realize what he said and instantly sober up.

"What was she wearing?"

"Um-she...a light colored dress and some pearl jewelry. Her hair was tied back." Peter was so fucked and definitely not in the good way. "Tony-"Peter started but was interrupted by Tony.

"Pete, if you tell me you can see ghosts I'll scream."

"I can see ghosts." Tony screamed.

A few hours later, both incredibly sober and relatively calm, sat down to talk. "Did this also come with the spider bite? Because I didn't know spiders could see the dead."

"No, I was-I was born with this thing."

"Okay. Okay, cool. Absolutely cool. So what is it like? Is this like the movies where you help the souls who couldn't go to afterlife or some shit because of unfulfilled wish and you help them. Like a psychic?" Tony asking that question made sense. Anyone would ask that but it still made Peter laugh.

"No, no it doesn't wok like that. The ghost all live in some place. I don't know if it's afterlife or not, but they do. They just sometimes travel here. To see their family members or just a random vacation. Like that." Peter thought he did a pretty good job at explaining considering it was his first time.

"You don't work as some sort of medium in your free time, do you?" Tony eyed him suspiciously.

"No! What are you talking about? I don't. And no one even knows about these powers."

"No one? Pete, you need to stop keeping all these life altering secrets to yourself. It'll eat you up."

"I'm fine. And you really need to stop finding out about my life altering secrets so easily." Tony laughed at that. Peter did too.

They didn't talk about this again. Not really. Sometimes Tony asked about what the ghosts looked like or when did he realize he had these powers or if he met someone like him. But that was it. Until one night Maria Stark and Howard Stark visited again.

"Tony," Peter called and was answered with a distracted hum. "Your mom's here."

That got his attention, "Where?" Tony asked while looking around.

"Beside DUM-E." hearing his name the robot beeped a bit causing Peter to smile, "she's telling to you eat more. You apparently look like a homeless guy."

Tony let's out a offended sound and gralea at the space beside DUM-E, "Very rude mom. Very rude." Maria just smiled.

"Your dad's here too." that got a scowl out of Tony.

"What's he doing?"

"Looking around the lab. He always looks around the lab."

"Ughh, annoying old man." Howard Stark just rolled his eyes and sighed.

Tell him, he's doing a good job. That all his creations are absolutely marvelous.

"Oh, okay. Um-Tony, you dad said that all you stuff is really good. Well, he used more refined words but it's kinda awkward for me to say fatherly things to you." Peter rambles.

Tony replies with a quiet 'whatever' but his eyes are teary and there is a small smile on his face.

They don't talk anymore.

"If I asked you out on a date, what would your parents say?" Peter's eyes widen at the question.

"Um-well, I don't know. My-my parents don't mind you. Nor-nor does uncle Ben. So I guess, they be cool. Yaeh." Peter stutters out.

"Hmm. That's good. Then this Friday let's go to the beach." Tony's words sound casual but the way he doesn't look away from the hologram and keeps tapping his fingers on the desk gives away his nervousness.

"Beach in Cali?" Peter asks.

"Beach in Cali." Tony confirms.

"I've never been there. What stuff should I bring along."

Tony's shoulders drop in immediate relief and he gives Peter a beaming smile, "Just bring yourself. I'll arrange the rest."

Right now, five years after their first date, as Tony takes his hand and brings him closer for a dance, Peter smiles at a dancing Maria and Howard and also at his parents and Ben standing at near the wall.

They smile back at him, full of love and blessings.

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itsybiggy · 1 year

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Stuck With Me: Book 1

🕷️(Cute Peter Parker slow burn, less spiderman action more just good ol awkward Parker.)

🕷️Peter has been in a bad mood all month, but with soon to be divorced parents, trying to figure out what's wrong with him is the last thing Lani needs. Thankfully summer break is here. Lani, Ned, Peter, and MJ set off on the summer vacation road trip to California. Drama ensues

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CHAPTER 1: paint job

Lania's POV

Today is just one of those weeks, well months. It feels like each day drags on, but then all of the sudden it's Monday again. You just wonder "what have I been doing, why are all the days mushing together?" I guess it could be the rain, it's been raining almost every day this week. Rain always gets Peter moody. I guess because it's annoying getting rained on while you're just trying to do your job, swinging through the city. Ned just hates rain, and I have a dog who loves the mud but hates baths. I'm pretty sure Michelle is the only one who likes it.

"It's great antisocial weather." She always says.

Another contributing factor to the days running together is the feeling that they are all the same. Wake up, hear screaming from parents downstairs, get ready for school, hear dad slam the door to go to work, eat with crying mom downstairs, go to school, hang out with Ned, Peter, and Michelle, come home, do homework, and go to bed.

Considering I'm with my friends most of the day it's not too bad. But I'm just tired of it all.

I have no idea what I'll do when I'm finished painting my van. "My life will be a whole new level of boring " I sigh, once again dipping my brush into the paint can. The satisfying strokes of the rust-colored car turning the to the calming sage green, help me relax me. I skip a depressing song on my playlist and go for a Canned Heat song instead. That and the heavy rain is enough that no noise in the house can be heard in the garage. Silence at the Kahale house was hard to come by so I welcomed it with open arms, as the paint fumes danced in my nostrils.

That's when the daydreaming started, it had almost become routine. Something to look forward to while I painted and did other maintenance on Caroline. It was pretty much the same scenario every time. Kind of pathetic honestly. Some variation of the the same outcome at least.

Todays day dream starts off with Peter coming over in the night, having something to tell me. He climbs through the window in his spider-man suit. He wears it so he can be at my apartment even faster. I go to the window, confused why he's here. only for him to rush in take off his mask and tell me he is in love with me. And then of course we makeout.

Ok, I know it's weird and not realistic. First off, I am so hard in the friend zone. Second, no one just does that-but hey a girl can dream. But really she can't because her cush is way out of her league. I mean come on he's Spiderman!

I was the second to find out, Ned being the first. Though, I'm pretty sure me and Michelle knew around the same time. He came home one day after "the Stark internship" with the biggest black eye I had ever seen.

I was talking with Aunt May when he came home. He did a double glance at me and then darted for the bathroom.

"Peter?" Aunt May said, just as confused as I was.

"I just have to go to the bathroom!" He called out.

But he didn't know that I got a quick look of his eye before he bolted. That, and like a year ago all of the sudden he went from cute Lil' Peter to-shredded, chiseled, and taller Peter. A couple of other things had happened and it made us all suspicious. So, as soon as he ran off to his room, I got up and followed him. It took me about 60 seconds to find his suit.

The sudden pause in my music took me back into reality.

It was a text from Michelle in the group chat.

michael jackson: Hey nerds, how does Good Eats sound to you guys?

I was the first to respond

Lani: sounds amazing, I'm starving :))))

Bubby🖕🏻💗: sure but I've got no cash 😒

I roll my eyes. Ned has been putting off getting a job for months.

Lani: I'm freaking loaded so I can pay for you 😘😘

Bubby🖕🏻💗: thanks a love

Lani: I got u bb 🤠

michael jackson: get a room

itsy bitsy ❤️💙: Or just stop.

Bubby🖕🏻💗: ayy Peter you coming?

itsy bitsy❤️💙: I guess.

Lani: want me to pick you guys up?

michael jackson : Nah I don't trust your driving after the whole incident

Lani: ???

Bubby🖕🏻💗: Yess plss

itsy bitsy ❤️💙: No.

My mood sinks, if that makes sense. Seems like Peter is annoyed with me, and I don't know why. I shake my head. Texts always sound passive aggressive. But something about periods and short, serious answers make me question if it was just that. What if he was actually being passive-aggressive?

Guess I'll find out tonight.

michael jackson : What time is good for you guys? I was thinking 6.

Lani: sounds great to me! What time to you want to be picked up bubby?

Bubby is what I can Ned, he is pretty much my twin brother. Our humor is very similar so we can just make stupid jokes to each other all the time.

Bubby🖕🏻💗: 5:30 works great for me. Thanks ❤️!

Lani: don't mention it 💛!

Peter still hasn't replied. Maybe there is something wrong. I bite my lip and decide to text him away from the group chat.

Lani: hey Peter, you ok? :)

itsy bitsy : 💬

The bubble goes up and down as he is typing before it disappears from my screen. I wait for it to return, but it doesn't. I decide to text Michelle and Ned, but Michelle beats me to it.

michael jackson : is it just me or is bug boy off?

Lani: was just about to say the same thing. I tried asking but he just left me on read.

michael jackson: I'll talk to him.

Lani: :( ok tell him we love him if he replies to you. I'm kind of worried about him.

michael jackson : will do.

I notice a lack of Ned in this discussion, but before I can think of it any more I see my clock says 4:49. I close the paint can and head inside.

That's when I get hit in the head with a plastic cup.

"Ow what the frick!" I exclaimed.

My mom comes rushing over to me. "Oh Lani, I didn't see you!" She glares up at my dad who is on the other side if the room. He looks very mad. "It was meant for your father."

I don't know what I'm supposed to say to this. I decide a not addressing it. They seems to be in a bad mood already. "It's fine whatever." will do. The little voice in my head faintly whispers but it's not fine. I push it down. "Mom's going through a lot right now, she doesn't have to think of me" overpowers the whisper as I leave the room. My mind is blank except for the thought of the minor, but definitely there, pain on the side of my face.

Usually—or I guess from what I've heard from some kids at school who also have divorced parents, only one of them is crazy, or unfaithful, etc... what luck that I got two crazy parents. They were fine on their own, normal chill mom and normal chill dad even before the fighting started. But something about them together made for a toxic explosion, they were not themselves anymore. Both equally to blame for the downfall of their marriage, which disintegrated only a year after it started. Right when I was born.

They have never said this out loud but, I know they blame me.

Instead of dwelling on that plastic cup, I make myself busy getting ready for tonight. That's the fun thing about liking someone, having a crush, you can get all done up.

I already have this up on wattpad, but if you hate that format I’ve got it here for you now. Tell me what you think!!

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MAG 160.11 - Season 5 Trailer

ARCHIVIST I'm sorry, Martin. (dry laugh, humourless) Things don't work like that anymore MARTIN Like what? ARCHIVIST Like normal. This isn't a world where you can trust- MARTIN Tea? ARCHIVIST Comfort.

A Non-Exhaustive List of Comfort That's a Lie

MAG 32 - Hive

You can’t help me. I don’t think so, at least. But whatever it is that calls to me, that wants me for its own, it hates you. It hates what you are and what you do. And if it hates you, then maybe you can help me. If I wanted to be helped. I don’t know if I do. You must understand, it sings so sweetly, and I need it, but I am afraid. It isn’t right and I need help.

Maybe it was her who was the maddened illusion the hides the sick squirming reality of what I am. Of what we all are, when you strip away the pretence that are there is more to a person than a warm, wet habitat for the billion crawling things that need a home. That love us in their way.

Was that it? Was I swayed and drawn simply by the prospect of being genuinely loved? Not loved as you would understand it. A deeper, more primal love. A need as much as a feeling. Love that consumes you in all ways.

I do not know why the hive chose me, but it did. And I think that it always had. The song is loud and beautiful and I am so very afraid. There is a wasps’ nest in my attic. Perhaps it can soothe my itching soul.

MAG 150 - Cul-de-Sac

Just street after street of identical, blandly pleasant houses, all winding around each other in dead ends and cul-de-sacs and one-way streets, making sure every house has plenty of inoffensive garden. I’ve never seen people happily living in a place so obviously dead.

Two years we lived there : two years imprisoned in that beige, comfortable house with the man I loved, watching our relationship turn to sniping and snapping and bitter passive aggression. I’d say that cheating on him was a foolish act of past me, but honestly, it’s one of the few decisions I’ve ever made that I completely understand. I didn’t even try to hide it, not really, and when he found out and it all ended, I kind of hated myself for just how relieved I was that I’d finally be able to leave that place, to get in my car and drive away from that gentle suburban nightmare.

How many corpses lay waiting behind the placid façade of this endless false suburbia?

The Lonely is possibly the most insidious of the powers, I believe. Certainly, it is the one that most delights in having you do its work for it. Even the spiders seem to have a hard time matching it for sheer seductiveness. Time to yourself, self-care, putting yourself first, not being a burden on those you care about. It doesn’t even need to tell you any lies. It just waits for the lies you tell yourself.

MAG 159 - The Last

MARTIN This is where I should be. It feels right. ARCHIVIST Martin don’t say that. MARTIN Nothing hurts here. It’s just quiet. Even the fear is gentle here.

ARCHIVIST Listen, I know you think you want to be here. I know you think it’s safer, and… well maybe it is. But we need you. I need you. MARTIN No you don’t. Not really. Everyone’s alone but we all survive. ARCHIVIST I don’t just want to survive.

MAG 161 - Dwelling

MARTIN We seem safe enough in here, at least. ARCHIVIST I suppose so. MARTIN Bit of a hideaway? ARCHIVIST Or a prison.

MAG 162 - A Cosy Cabin

There is a place, deep in the heart of fear, where you trap yourself and claim that it is safety.

It was once a cabin and professes still to be such, but as with all in this new world that promises respite, it is a trap.

The screams may linger on the distant breeze, and your Eye may wander beyond the curtains from time to time, but you and the one you love are, it seems, safe. If you had need to eat, no doubt there would be food; if you had need to sleep, no doubt the beds would be welcoming. But you have need of neither, and so you sit in your meagre comfort and belief of security with nothing to do, nothing to distract your mind from the agonies that lie just beyond your window. And those diversions you do find will offer no relief, but simply numb the mind into mournful nostalgia for a time when the world you inhabited seemed to make sense.

Close your eyes. Ignore the sounds. You, at least, are safe.

Hold each other, it croons. Be happy. But know always that this happiness is a lie, built on the squirming bones of those whose suffering you have caused. It will not let you feel the warmth and joy that this love may claim to gift. It is only a mouldy treasure to be clung to. Something to fear the loss of as you hold it so tight that it withers and warps. It is a rotten sanctuary of lonely companionship.

Stay, the cabin says. [A clap of thunder] Stay within my false defences, cling so close to what you desperately wish to save, and live in shaking fear of the things beyond that may take it from you. Throw another log on the fire and curl up close. There are always more logs for the fire here. This is your home, and here you can be safe, as you putrefy, body and soul.

MAG 170 - Recollection

This… this chair— [Chair scraping back] —really isn't comfortable. I had a look round for better places to sit, did I tell you that? But it's, it's big house. My house, I think, heh, nowhere comfortable. So I suppose this is it. It is my house, isn't it? Must be. Must be. But I don't really remember.

So much of what's behind the fog hurts. So much of it just makes me wanna curl up with pain and embarrassment and— Maybe the fog's here because I want it here. Is that why I opened the windows? Maybe I asked the fog to come.

ARCHIVIST M-Martin, if you did. I-if you wanted to forget a-all of it, stay here and just, escape. I, I would understand. MARTIN …N-no. It's comforting here, leaving all those painful memories behind but, it's not a good comfort, it's, it’s it's the kind that makes you fade, makes you dim and distant.

MAG 181 - Ignorance

ARCHIVIST I’m sorry. It would have been nice to stay. MARTIN (Wistfully) Yeah. I’d almost forgotten what it was like, you know? A bit of peace. ARCHIVIST I mean, you could have— MARTIN No, don’t say it, Jon. You know I never would. I c-can’t just forget about all the people out here. Besides, I’d rather be trapped in a post-apocalyptic wasteland with you than spend one more moment in paradise with her.

MAG 186 - Quiet

MARTIN Hm. D’you have an umbrella? ALSO MARTIN No. But you don’t want one. We like the rain. MARTIN True. ALSO MARTIN Because it makes the sadness feel at home. It turns it from a burden into– MARTIN (Sigh) –an indulgence. ALSO MARTIN That’s right.

ALSO MARTIN Look, if you want to leave, you can. It’s not a problem. MARTIN You won’t try stop me? ALSO MARTIN I mean, it really doesn’t matter to me. You leave and I’m just you again. It’s all the same to me really. MARTIN So why do you want me to stay then? Hmm? ALSO MARTIN Because you want to stay. Because you want to have a real rest. To just breathe and… (sigh) be quietly sad I guess. [The rain gets a little heavier] (Long beat) MARTIN It’s not healthy. ALSO MARTIN Maybe not, but I’m not entirely sure what healthy options are even left at this point.

MARTIN There’s nothing wrong with comforting people. ALSO MARTIN A cup of tea isn’t a resolution. At best it’s a… a plaster. At worst… a muzzle.

The rain pricks his skin though there is no comfort in it. Because he knows he can never be warm and dry again. The wall is too high.

MAG 187 - Checking Out

HELEN Oh Jon! This existence can be wonderful, if you just let it. ARCHIVIST (Sadly) I know.

HELEN You are so difficult to like sometimes. I’ve been nothing but nice to you. ARCHIVIST Maybe that’s why I never trusted you.

ARCHIVIST No. You’re dangerous because for all the torture and cruelty, you still somehow got us to think you’re our friend. HELEN I am your friend. ARCHIVIST No. You’re not. That’s just what you distort. It’s why you spin but you never quite lie. The corridors, the warped body, it’s all just set dressing, isn’t it? It’s not the reality of what you actually are. HELEN And what, actually, am I? ARCHIVIST You’re a question. HELEN What lurks behind the door? ARCHIVIST To some. But that would be The Stranger or The Dark — no, you are the question of what lurks behind a smile? Is a friendship true, or is it reaching out with hands that cut you?

ARCHIVIST You worked to hurt us and help us, all with the same smile, until we can barely tell one from the other. Keeping us off-balance, constantly second-guessing our own opinions of you. Never quite crossing a line we could never forgive, but never putting yourself on the line either. And when one face finally stopped smiling, you just changed the face.

HELEN No. No! No! No, Archivist! Stop! Jon, it’s me, it’s Helen. It’s me. I’ve always been your friend. Don’t do this to me. I have always helped you. I have always helped you and lent you doors. Think of all that I have done for you. If you do this, everyone inside me is dead!

MAG 188 - Centre of Attention

MARTIN I guess. Seems a bit, I don’t know… a bit tame compared to some of the other stuff, though. ARCHIVIST I mean, not to be, uh… That isn’t exactly a surprise, is it? That The Lonely seems comfortable to you?

MARTIN So all that talk of wanting to be friends, she was just, what, lying? ARCHIVIST No… That was real. She did want to be friends. But she also wanted us suspicious, off-balance, uncomfortable. She wanted to be able to hurt us. MARTIN I mean… bit of a contradiction, surely? ARCHIVIST Is it? She wanted to be our friend, she just didn’t want to be a good friend.

#mag 160.11 #mag 32 #mag 150 #mag 159 #mag 161 #mag 162 #mag 170 #mag 186 #mag 187 #mag 188 #tma #just felt like compiling this a while back #i'll probably edit it and add more as i find more #but i'll include old versions and change logs in rbs #enjoy this tumblr #landscaping-your-mind-chapter-one

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hmmm.... random-ass asks about your fics, let's see...

idk, you were pretty damn thorough when I asked about Diplopia, so I'm not sure there's anything else I can ask on that front.

how about you tell me a little about your Spider-Man fic? I've been curious about that one but a little unsure of what to expect. Who's the OC? What makes them similar and different from Emily? How have they evolved as you developed the story?

Also, are there any particular themes, motifs, or symbols that seem to find their way into your writing consistently? I know you're very intentional about symbolism (and I love it), but I'm wondering what tends to crop back up more often.

Do you often include animals/pets in your writing? Why or why not?

Do you often include music in your writing? Either out-of-world (titles, thematic lyrics a la Desert Song) or in-world (characters' favorite songs, lyrics as dialogue, etc.)

How intentional are you about the weather when you write? Does it invoke symbolism, or do you just add it based on how you feel in the moment?

How intentional are you about the way characters dress? Specific colors, clothing styles, new vs. worn clothing, etc.

Always a pleasure to see you in the ask box, my friend :). Also rest assured there is always room to talk about Diplopia or His Tenebris Moenibus since I jam pack them with so much shit, never be shy about asking about them!

That being said, I'm always happy to talk about my other fics! I'm not exactly sure how I would categorize my Spider-Man fic (Facade is the title) because while I do think it deserves more attention... it's not really my favorite fic for a few reasons, but you know, there's always one fic you're not totally in love with.

Discussing My Spider-Man Fic

So, long story short is that Facade features Keira Browning-Osborn and her role in the Sam Raimi Spider-Man films. This was one of those fics that I pull out of my ass after seeing or reading a particular book/movie/show etc. No Way Home led me to the original Raimi movies and I just had to create a story with them since I was incredibly fascinated by Norman Osborn in particular.

This infatuation has pretty much passed by now since Stranger Things and then Twilight by proxy just absolutely crushed that. Now I kind of look at my past self like "...girl you sure? Are you good?" In fact, I don't think I was "good" since this era coencided pretty evenly with my high school production of Mamma Mia and I was several kinds and levels of stressed and at times upset with how the production went, but that's another long discussion. I don't regret being involved but if I was a different person I'd have had a few choice words for our director, but I digress.

Writing Facade kind of helped me get through that time in my life and I think there are certain elements in the story that show that. The fact that Keira is always listening to ABBA is a major one since, you know, Mamma Mia is a musical featuring their music. Another detail is that Keira was in choir in high school and was quite successful with it... my relationship with choir is complicated and I think I got a really short end of the stick with Mamma Mia since all the good parts went to the 'elite' or higher level choir kids despite the fact that our choir teacher was impressed with me and my range (I can pretty seamlessly go from very low alto notes to high soprano).

I really hate bouncing between the fic and how second semester senior year peforming arts went for me but the two were very tied together and you can't really talk about one without the other.

I've mentioned this before, but one of my least favorite parts about this fic is that Keira was very much a self insert for an idealized version of how I thought I wanted my life to end up that's changed vastly since the fic was posted. Which, one can think of that as a good thing so she seems a lot more original and unique, but I also modeled her to look a lot like myself, and my appearance hasn't changed since then.

Without knowing what my life was like while writing Facade, I don't think you'd ever know that I was having struggles, but with knowing I think in comparisson to some of my other writings specifically, it's a bit obvious that something just... wasn't right, I don't know. It's hard to explain or put into words, but I think the fic seems a little too idealized in some ways and I was in my head and with fantasies more than reality to escape my stresses.

But just a few weeks ago I re-read it all the way through and while I kind of treat it like the black sheep of my fics, it's not honestly that bad. It's very good, even, I think my gripes with it come from just the memories associated with it and how fixation-wise I cringe over it.

Part of that displeasure with it I think comes from the fact that I never finished it. Originally I had this whole elaborate plan where it was essentially split into five definitive "parts" of story. The first six chapters were establishing Keira and her relationship with Norman (cute chapters but that idealization really comes into play so it's kind of hard for me to take them that seriously), then I would go through all three of Raimi's movies, and then finish with a few chapters set in the future featuring Keira and Norman's daughter, Sophia.

I only got through "parts one and two," plus a few drafts for the end of part 4 and onto part 5 before Stranger Things 4 came out and the massive overhaul that came with it. And since so much time has passed, plus the above backstory reasons, unfortunately I don't ever really see myself finishing it unless something major happened. So the fic ends where Spider-Man 1 ends, but it's still marked incomplete.

It kind of makes me sad that I never finished it because I had a lot of ideas for how the other two movies/parts would have gone, but you know.

For example, I wanted to make it a detail that in Spider-Man 2, the brown roots of her hair have grown out from the red dye (faded, yet still there) so there's a clear line around her ear area between dyed hair and natural hair. This is because after Norman died, she hasn't had the time or energy to recolor or cut her hair to make it look nice. She has a company to run while also navagating her grief and trying so hard to keep her cool around Peter. But in Spider-Man 3, her hair is fresh, it's revitalized with her after she vows to kill Spider-Man.

All this to say... I think, in part, this is why I'm very scared to try new media I want to watch (Good Omens, namely) while I'm actively writing Necrosis since I don't want to fixate on something else and never get that finished even if I'm very excited to get everything out.

But about Keira!

I will say that I'm quite proud of how her corruption arc is shaped and handled. For most of the story, she's a very demure yet intelligent woman. She wants to do the right thing, which then comes into conflict when the "right thing" clashes with her teetering moral compass and her own selfish desires. I don't want to give too much away that's stated in the story itself, but if I had to pick a favorite chapter, it would be Chapter 13 (all the chapters have stupid titles, be forewarned) because that's when this war Keira is having with herself starts to bubble over and it's quite a good psychological study if I do say so myself.

So, as far as how similar she is to Emily, there are small similarities among large differences. For one, Keira doesn't start out as someone who's bitter, damaged, or "born a bad egg" as I would say Emily is. Keira was actually quite a content, happy person who thought she struck gold until things started to go so far downhill so very quickly.

But they both solicit extremely bad behavior in their partners. Obviously we've seen everything Emily has done and the things she let pass or even encouraged that Henry did. For the most part, everything we see the Green Goblin do in the first movie Keira makes no effort to stop or even help. She knows she has the power to create some sort of anti-serum and put the entire issue to bed, but she just... doesn't. And it's basically for almost the exact same reasons Emily has for her behavior... the fact that she just cares too much for the one she loves and the sometimes perceived protection they provide. Again, I won't say too much, but Keira is far from innocent, and had I continued her story it would have gotten a lot worse for her.

I'd almost go far enough to say that their taste in guys is the same, but as we know, that statement is normal to everyone except for Emily since she takes Her Taste In Men to the highest and most insane level possible. But, sure, we'll go with that.

As far as how Keira developed, again, I had an entire plan for her and how she developed (or more like devolved) as the story would progress, but I just never finished her story. But I will say that at the end of the day, Keira's main priority is her family... but since she lets her vengeance consume her so thoroughly, eventually she all but sidelines her daughter until Keira ends up dying and leaving Sophia in Peter and Mary Jane's care.

Keira isn't my favorite OC, but by far I think she's the most nuanced.

General Writing Questions

Themes, motifs, symbols that keep popping up... well, right off the bat, we have Blue Roses.

Blue roses are in reference to Game of Thrones, actually. In Game of Thrones, Rhaegar Targaryen gave a crown of Blue Roses to Lyanna Stark after he won a tourney because he believed she was the most beautiful woman in the realm. This leads to Issues, but I'm very fond of Rhaegar and Lyanna's story. That, plus realizing none of my OC love stories are clean cut and easy, like theirs, means that the blue rose is a good symbol for all of them. Blue Roses in general have kind of woven their way into my aesthetic as a person as well. But each of my OCs has some kind of blue rose at some point in their stories.

The first hint to Olivia that Loki loved her was him giving her a blue rose from Asgard's garden when they were children, him running off as soon as he presented her with the gift. To this day she still has it, kept safe in a Beauty and the Beast type bell jar.

In Facade, Norman gets Keira a blue rose hair clip as a small birthday gift on their first date. She wears it to his funeral.

Emily obviously has a blue rose tattooed on her right shoulder. She claims it's meant to emulate the blue paint of the Creel House, but I think she just thinks blue roses are cool.

As far as other reoccuring things, obviously if I post a brand new OC fic and there isn't some kind of corruption arc, assume I've been kidnapped and am being held hostage. I honestly enjoy both redemption and corruption arcs but there's something just so satisfying about letting a character fall to the Dark Side, usually for a lover. To me, both tropes mean the same thing; human beings are equally capable of great good and great evil no matter what. I just like the angsty version because usually that means my characters get Cool Outfits and get to Be Chaotic.

In a similar vein, while also slightly contradictory, I also like the cousin trope to Fallen Heroes in which the corruption out of the character's control. A rogue entity invaded Olivia's mind to cause her to change allegiances in A Song of Stars and Magic, Keira's corruption is brought to you in part by Science Gone Wrong, Just Delayed, and currently I'm operating under the idea that the Mind Flayer has been behind everything and being a disillusioned individual in the Creel House (a weak point) allows it to claim your consciousness.

I primarily think I do this because I'm an optimistic person and want to believe that sometimes circumstance gets in the way and that humans are naturally good people, it's outside forces that cause people to do bad things or that people do bad things for good reasons ultimately. And even then I think you can blame that on the fact that I grew up on the story of Anakin Skywalker's fall to the Dark Side, THE defacto corruption arc caused by trying to do the right thing and being influenced by someone or something else. I can really see how Revenge of the Sith shaped me as a person.

God I'm SO excited to meet the man next month.

Also, clearly I'm very fond of the what I'll call the "Villain's Favorite Person" trope, where the villain is Soft only for their lover or whoever. I really internalize concepts like "being a hero's lover means you'll always be second to their duty, but being a villain's lover means you're second to nothing" because villains are allowed to be selfish. "Villains will burn the world for a last kiss goodbye" as that one post goes. Plus there's something that just Hits Different about writing Villain Fluff because we as an audience understand that this character is capable of great destruction or madness, but they're being careful and Soft with someone they love.

And there is a difference between being a villain and being an asshole, you'll never see me writing villain romances like Harley Quinn and the Joker that are obviously so toxic and one-sided.

I'm sure there are other common themes, but for a perceived brevity's sake I'll move on.

Animals/pets aren't something very common in my writing. I don't really have a specific reason as to why, it's just never really crossed my mind. I think as of now the closest thing you'll get is how Emily feels about the Demo-Bats, little creatures she's very fond of.

Actually, I think I do have at least part of a reason. Most of my stories aren't fully happy and I don't want to run the risk of a character leaving a beloved pet behind or the other way around. That, and half of my major stories feature some form of long term immortality, which means outliving things. Emily is going to far and away outlive everyone she knew in Hawkins probably several generations over and Olivia is going to outlive the other Avengers... adding pets to the mix hurts too much.

Music is something that's very important to me. That's why I have character playlists for my OCs (some of them better maintained than others). When I pick songs, I usually try primarily to match them up first lyrically, then thematically, and then just the Vibes if all else fails. There are a lot of showtunes mixed in because that's just my primary taste in music, but each song tells a little story that I can mold and construe to fit my themes. Then there are just random odds and ends from here and there that just Fit. Lastly, I try to make it a goal to add at least one example of the significant other singing.

So, Olivia's playlist has the drinking song Loki sang in the third episode of his series, I added Jamie's music to both of Emily's playlists, and for funsies I added a song from the Spider-Man musical to Keira's playlist (DIY World is the only legitament banger on that soundtrack tbh). I also try to add some music from the given fandom, so Keira's playlist has Spider-Man soundtrack songs and Emily's playlists have either the Stranger Things soundtrack (both the OST and the licensed songs like Master of Puppets or Prophecies) or songs from Twilight like Bella's Lullaby or Supermassive Black Hole.

I'll provide descriptions and Spotify Codes to each one.

Olivia has a mix of songs from two perspectives, her usual self and her Bad Bitch Villain era. It's not as organized as it probably should be, but I think some songs are easier to discern from others as to which Variant of her we're dealing with

Keira's playlist is the shortest because my era with her didn't last as long. Olivia has had going on I think five years worth of development by me, Emily has had about a year, whereas Keira got maybe... idk five? Months? Again, it's unfortunate how little I ended up doing with her, but she's still one of my girlies. There's ABBA of course, but I also made sure to include music from the Jekyll and Hyde musical since it's... kind of eerie how well the stories line up.

Emily's playlists are actually in a rough chronological order. So if you were to listen without shuffle you could in theory get a rough outline of her stories. Her Stranger Things playlist for example starts out with the song "Room of Angel" from Silent Hill because it's about her relationship with her mother, which then goes to the Hawkins Lab theme from season 4 and Rät by Penelope Scott for her entrance to the lab and relationship with Papa. I even tried my best to use the love songs to provide a timeline of her and Henry's relationship. There's more but again, to keep it short, I'll let you see for yourself.

The same goes for Emily's Twilight playlist, a rough chronological timeline that ultimately leads to Necrosis (which only has two songs at the end so far; I'm always adding to Emily's playlists right now since I'm actively focused on her right now). Emily's Twilight playlist shares some songs with her Stranger Things playlist since it's the same character... there's also a copious amount of Disney on this one compared to others... I mean it checks out, Disney Princesses fall in love slower than she did in this case.

(I just changed the playlist cover on this one so the code will be a different color than this, Spotify is just being a dick about giving me the updated one)

Once in a while I'll include song lyrics in dialogue or in titles when I deem it appropriate. I don't go out of my way to do so, though since sometimes it's awkward. For funsies, though, let's see what the OCs favorite songs are because I have to be extra.

Olivia: "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri (shhh I know it's a Twilight song, but this was on her playlist before I really knew that)

Keira: "Lay All Your Love On Me" by ABBA (it's a canonical detail that when she was first starting to date Norman, she sang this to herself CONSTANTLY to the bemusement/annoyance of her friends)

Emily: "Dream a Little Dream of Me" by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong (because it reminds her of Henry... it's hard to pick a favorite song for her since clearly she has a strained relationship with music... but no matter how long she lives she will NEVER like Running Up That Hill for obvious reasons)

Now for the weather.

Honestly, the weather is something that I think about the least when crafting environments, at least symbolism wise. Sometimes I include rain, but that's just because I like rain and sometimes it can provide a cozy atmosphere if used right...

Actually, I lied, there is one instance where the weather ender up having a deeper meaning.

Emily finds Hawkins Lab because she needs to seek shelter from a rainstorm, so when she first meets Henry, she's soaked in rainwater... which is exactly how Mike found Eleven in season one. This even carries over in The Weirdo from Saint Valentina's, the title even being in reference to that episode, "The Weirdo on Maple Street."

No, I don't think Mileven is endgame, but it was an unintended parallel that I kind of liked and ran with.

Other than that, I wouldn't think too hard about the weather in my fics.

Clothing... again, not much goes into the thought about clothing. Nine times out of ten I put my characters in something I randomly sketched out or something I found on pinterest that I thought looked cool. But something that I do enjoy doing is using a fashion base and sketching outfits for specific scenes both as a reference to me and just because I like the creativity that comes with it. They're kind of like concept sketches to some degree.

Some OCs have more sketches than others, of course. I drew out basically every dress Olivia is seen wearing in "A Song of Stars and Magic" and there are two others of these six panel samples for her, and one with just two.

Keira has a total of two six panels and one two panel sample (the labels started to become unhinged with her for fun)

Emily just has the one sample, but there's proof that sometimes these turn into early drafts since Emily's last outfit turned into a green tank top instead of green jacket/grey tank top

Emily also has a Diplopia sample, but I ended up writing more scenes than just these outfits, so some of them are up to the imagination.

And I'm working on my Necrosis samples as I write the fic.

But as you can see I have a trend of dressing my characters in primarily cooler shades because it's just a preference thing. I like blue/green/purple shades so I dress my characters in those. And sometimes I take inspiration from pinterest because I have a lot of outfits/dresses in my feed, like these two that I'll probably stick Emily into at some point.

I looooove using Alicent Hightower stills for Volturi Emily since she has the aesthetic and hair down pat. In fact sometimes my outfit inspiration for her comes directly from those scenes. Although with the Diplopia samples you can kind of see I borrowed from Rhaenyra's dresses, in particular the dress on the upper right hand side... so basically Volturi Emily is Alicent Hightower with Rhaenyra's wardrobe, for all intents and purposes.

...and once again I went waaaaaayyyy off the rails for simple questions. I'm sorry I can't help it. I just have a lot to say. By now, though, you're probably going in expecting this, so thank you for sending me asks with that mindset lmao. Feel free to ask me anything at any time, of course. These take me hours to finish, but it's something to do!

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naughtygirl286 · 10 months

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so yeah we finally went to see Spider‑Man: Across the Spider-Verse and I would have to say I was surprised by the amount of ppl that were there when the movie started it like like the theater we were in was half full. but also of course there was some collectable goodies for this one also which you can see Here.

As for the movie itself I would have to say it was amazing! truly spectacular! and every other Spider-Man related adjective lol but seriously it was excellent I would have to say I did love it.

I feel that the story this time focus a bit more on Gwen at least I thought it did Miles is still heavily part of the story and does follow him but I do think it does focus more on Gwen to me it was a bit of a 60/40 where it was 60 Gwen and 40 Miles but there is alot going on in this movie you do have to pay attention!

It takes place like a year or so after the first one and Miles is busy doing his best being the Spider-Man of his corner of the Multiverse (Earth-1610) but is struggling with his normal/home life and his duties as Spider-Man. Unknowingly he creates a threat to the entire Multiverse known as the Spot and ends up reuniting with Gwen and his friends from the original movies and goes on a huge spider fueled adventure across the multiverse to stop him while at the same time meeting various Spider-People especially Miguel O'Hara Spider-Man 2099 (Earth 928 a possible Marvel future) who is bring all the Spider-People together to hopefully protect the Multiverse.

Like I said the movie is excellent I loved every minute of it and it quite long as animated movies go being it is like 2 and a half hours but the animation is excellent just like the first one and I feel each Spider-Person is given their own style of animation and there own look which really sets them apart.

The music for this is great as well both the films score and the various songs used through out. the voice acting is I thought was perfectly done, sure alot of it is easy at times when people are wearing masks but when they are not it is quite impressive. They are still very expressive with "mask eye" movements and body gestures which are all very fluid and life like.

One thing this movie has alot of is humor as Peter B. Parker says in the movie "Spider-Man is suppose to be funny" and this is just that the movie does have lots of funny moments to balance out the seriousness and drama. One of the most funny parts of the movie is when the Spot is introduced and his first fight with Miles is hilarious.

The references and cameos are mind blowing!! you'll have to go and see this like 15 times or watch it frame by frame digitally or possibility wear out the pause button when it comes on disk to see and get everything!! its truly amazing how much they put into this.

I have to say I thought the choice of the Spot for the main villain in this was pretty good being his powers are interdimensional and would work good in a movie that deals with the Multiverse and I felt that they did a really good job with the character in general

I how ever was not to sure about making Spider-Man 2099 a some what secondary villain. He wasn't really I think a villain but more of a person with good intentions that might not be the best way about doing things? They did a really good job with the character tho I thought he was handled nicely over all.

but yeah they kinda took everything that made the first one great and did more of that plus a bunch of new and amazing things you can tell that this is a huge leap form the previous movie.

So pretty much if you loved Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse you'll love this one too!

also there isn't any credit scenes so you don't have to sit and wait for that

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Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I know my promises feel empty but I PROMISE this story has a happy ending it’s gonna be so much worse first tho -Danny

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viii: Zero’s Last Mission

"It's simple," the guy, who introduced himself as Kazi, told her, "you stand there..." he pointed at the rooftop, "make sure no one comes after us."

Cat examined the earpiece he'd handed her and put it in her ear. "You're forgetting something."

Kazi gave her a thick envelope with money. "No mistakes or we'll take it back."

"You got it," she winked at him. "See you later. Hopefully not."

Cat sat on the ledge humming a song, she watched the men go inside the building, get the stuff, and go back to their truck. Far away from where she was, she caught a glimpse of Spider-man swinging across the city, she vaguely remembered patrolling with him for a few nights after moving into the Avengers tower.

It was funny, her time with Spider-man felt like a fever dream or a thing that'd happened a long, long time ago, but she'd worked with him last December, she remembered bits and pieces, she even had this crazy memory of him having two other heroes dress like him helping them out. He'd been a good friend at some point, she knew that much, but their paths had drifted apart.

He was a local hero, and there she was, a widely known agent but far from heroic. It should be noted that she was aware that the people she was helping weren't good. They had guns, and she hadn't seen the stuff they were transporting, but the less she knew the better, and at least it wasn't other people.

Cat wanted the night to be over, this was a low blow from Valentina, and possibly Yelena. They wanted her to know what kind of people had been paying for her services all those months so she couldn't feel free of guilt.

Cat tensed with an abrupt sensation of familiarity and talked to the others. "Someone's approaching, hurry up."

"Distract them."

"I'm afraid distracting won't do," she felt like her head was spinning. "This guy is pretty good at tracking down."

"Who is it?"

"Daredevil," she said, and her heart squeezed at the name. "You must be real shitty if he's here for you..."

Kazi urged his men into the truck. Daredevil was half a street away, he threw his baton keeping the back curtain of the truck open, and she had no choice but to act. Cat teleported and unstuck the weapon, then closed the curtain slamming it down.

She grabbed one of the guys on the truck and teleported him out, throwing him at the vigilante, she saw another guy run back to the truck's front and threw Daredevil's baton at his head, closing the door and muttering "Too slow".

"That was our driver!"

"Shut up," she hissed.

Cat turned on the ignition, she'd never driven anything that big except one of Tony's jets one time when she was helping out Spider-man.

"Turn right!"

Cat wrung the steering wheel, the vehicle tilted and one part of it bent a street light, but she didn't stop. "God, I hope I didn't kill anybody..."

"Have you done this before?"

"I can drive," she said grumpily.

"Not what I asked," Kazi yelped.

"You paid me to get your stuff out of the island and that's what I'm doing!"

"We lost two men!"

"What you need to worry about is them giving Daredevil the name of your boss, cause I bet he's after one man only and that's the rich guy that decided to get involved in organized crime—"

"LEFT! TURN LEFT!"

Cat drove like crazy until they reached the meeting spot. She teleported to the back, opening the curtain and urging Kazi and the other two guys to come and help her. She wasn't sure of how fast Matthew could be, but they had to leave soon.

"Mouse, any sightings of Daredevil?"

"Not yet."

"Tell me if you see him."

"Sure."

"That thing's like Iron Man's A.I?" One of the men pointed at her ear. "Where d'ya get it?"

"I made it."

The guy laughed. "Yeah sure, a government's bitch like you don't have the resources to do something like that."

Her eyes reflected the dim lights when she glared at him, he stumbled back. "An ass-for-brains like you would know that, right?"

"Hurry up!" Kazi intervened. "The ferry leaves in ten minutes!"

One of the guys took the truck away while Kazi and the man remaining climbed into the ferry to guard the cargo, stepping back to let her get in.

"Daredevil's entered the premises."

Cat backtracked. "Whatever you do, don't try to help. Leave him to me."

"But—"

"I don't wanna hear from you again."

Kazi didn't seem troubled by her orders. "Okay."

Copycat shifted into the guy that'd driven the truck away and waited. Daredevil showed up from the side, she drew out her gun and shot, the bullet scratched his helmet. Matthew jumped back, she tried to be as incompetent as possible without being too obvious.

Matt used his batons, and she did her best to keep him busy. He hit her in the face and the weapon made a loud metallic noise when it came into contact with her mask. ¡She was still wearing her mask! The woman kicked Daredevil and pressed the button on her earpiece, the sound of the nanotech folding on itself caught Matt's attention, and he tilted his head, lowering the weapons.

"Wha—"

Cat used her gun again, shooting at his feet several times to force him away from the dock, she just had to keep this up for another two or three minutes, enough so he couldn't get to the ferry. If she failed to get this done, they would give her more missions until they considered she could be released from her duties in a satisfactory way.

Matthew tried to disarm Copycat and made her drop the weapon twisting her wrist. With a loud, deep growl, she pulled out a pocket knife and got closer, aiming at Matthew's throat but moving slower than him so he could block the attack.

Daredevil used his arm to shield his face, then wrapped his hand around her throat, he wasn't holding back, and she was suffocating. Cat couldn't get away by teleporting or he'd know it was her, she searched the guy's mind to see if he knew self-defense but he was completely useless without a gun. She would have to cheat a little.

One of her hands —hairy ones that looked nothing like her real ones— reached out to take off Matt's helmet and the vigilante acted exactly as she'd expected, he threw her to the ground, then reached for her arm and twisted it on a weird angle.

Cat took a deep breath, and she pushed back to stand on both feet, using the top of her head to hit his chin and forcing him to let go. As she did, her shoulder popped out of place and she screamed.

The mutant looked at the ferry, already far from reach, and saw an opportunity to escape. She didn't wait to check if Matthew was okay, she hadn't heard any bones splintering except her own. The young woman could hear him chasing after her, but as soon as she reached a corner, she teleported back to her apartment.

Cat stumbled into the room with her arm tightly held against her. She startled Felix, who hissed at her and ran out of the room.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She walked into the bathroom. "Fucking Matthew and his fucking need to get involved in fucking everything!" Cat looked at herself in the mirror, still in the body of a thirty-year-old man, and scowled at the sight.

"Mouse, a little help?"

"Grab your wrist and lift the arm in a straight line, pull forward as hard as you can, it should pop back in."

Cat needed to be brave for this one. "God really has a sense of humor, huh? Can't believe my own boyfriend did this—"

"You can pull now."

She pulled roughly, heard the bone popping back in place, and cried out a few more curses in the process. She shifted back to her normal self and pushed the brown curls away from her eyes. "D'you think Matthew knew it was me?"

"You were not wearing the suit, and you were also a man. Would be hard to recognize you."

"Not for a guy like him," she huffed, still rubbing her shoulder. "I gotta fix myself up before he comes..."

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koro-is-caffeinated · 1 year

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Hey there! Okay so, I wanted to ask, from magical being to magical being, as much as I know about your vampire-ness, I don't really know all that much about your actual LIFE with your vampire-ness. So what's that like? How d'you spend most of your time in your dark & stormy abode? :)

Hello there. Magical being to another, I must admit, I am quite the recluse. I spend my days sleeping and hoping I don't wake up before the sunset. I have coziest bed around, I spend so long in it. Dark and stormy? More like cold and filled with bones. Dark, yes.

I pace my room for hours on end, playing music on loop, often restarting it in the middle. When I find a song that defrosts my heart even the slightest and invokes that euphoria as cold breath in my ribs, I will milk that feeling until there is none left.

Then I write. Sometimes draw. I even write music and read literature, I do love a good Edwardian murder mystery or classic horror.

Depends, really. Whichever strikes my fancy. You humans think we don't eat food, but that's far from the truth. I indulge in pastries and coffee, pasta and steak. It just doesn't fill me, that's all. I get no nutrition from it, but I can't abandon all those tastes that I love so much.

I love to collect things. I'm a maximalist, every inch of my small abode will one day be filled with bones, framed lepidopterae, plants, antiques, bottlecaps, polaroids, and little vintage trinkets. What can I say? I'm a lover of all the knickknacks I pick up on the rare occasions I leave my home. Why would I want to leave when I've got cute cats and DVDs of silver screen movies?

Do I burn in the sun? No, no. That's a myth. We don't sparkle, either. But it hurts. It feels like a million knife-footed spiders scuttling under my skin, and my eyes burn like the Dickens. Sure, I could leave during the day, but why would I want to? There's so many people out and about during the day, I can't enjoy the quiet of the park or the chill breeze of my balcony.

Besides, at night I feel most alive. I even feel awake on occasion.

It isn't without its drawbacks. Every few decades I have to change location, and even identity if I want to go covert. I am honest online, because who would ever believe such a silly thing? Even now, you don't. Never will. Better for me. It's easier to do as I wish that way.

I haven't had many loves over the decades. Not in my youth, not now. I was born mid-19th century. I'll be turning 166 this Monday. Usually, when I fall in love, it later comes to me that I had mistaken the feeling of hunger for attraction. What a shame.

At least I'm gay. Most vampires are. Anybody would be if they lived as long as I have. We're all fruitcakes.

You know, we're not all slick Edward Cullen sexy seductresses. I'm asexual, and let me tell you, it's hard to get breakfast without a sex drive.

I do have some human friends. I suppose you're one of them. Most of them know about my vampiric nature. Comes with the contract. Others don't.

It's not exactly a secret, but nobody suspects it to be true anyway. I don't exactly hide it well. I speak oddly, wear clothes that haven't been in style in 40 years, despise newer music, and act far more jaded than I look. I've got that grim disposition that lends itself to the aesthetics. Not only that, but the braggadocio of Icarus. Immortals know eachother when we see them, we carry endless life in our walk. You can just tell.

Now... The part I usually avoid. It's part of the deal when talking about my day to day life. Feeding. Blood. Yeah yeah, ooooh, so scary. I'm not some terrible monster who kills and eats virgins or picks up some tasty young man at a bar. I only eat once every three months, if I can help it, though sometimes I'm a bit peckish. In town, there are people who willingly give up some blood to keep me going. It's pretty intimate, honestly. Everybody tastes different, some like whiskey, some like cherry pie, some like chocolate, etc. B- is my favorite. Other times, I go for walks in the city or the mountain trails and pick out somebody who smells nice. I don't hurt them too badly, I promise. I'm a messy eater, and sure sometimes I take too much, but I refrain from turning people! Believe it or not, we can choose whether a bite is to eat or to turn. It's so much more fun with lovers. And no, bites don't look like two little red dots. That's stupid.

At this moment I am unemployed, but I soon hope to be a mortician, or forensic technician. Jobs fit for the role, of course.

That's how my afterlife goes, I guess. Uneventful, surprisingly. Sleep all day, then laze around like a fat cat during the night. Tis the life! I don't think I'd have it any other way.

#Thank you for the ask mon frere!!#And I know this is silly goofy but tbh this is kinda just how I live my life lol even the sleeping hours lmaoooo this is mostly true #just vampire things #I wish I could say I was a dramatic verbose dracula but instead you've got a homo poet who can't even turn into a bat #do with this information what you will #<333 #Ask #Vampires #Tw blood #tw vampire #Tw death

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blueberrynihilism · 5 months

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My review of Juice Wrld's Rich and Blind.

Juice Wrld was and still is a really important artist to me, in that, he, like I do, had so much potential. However, he suffered from severe depression from a young age, which as much as it didn't impair his skills, meant that I only got to experiencing his craft for a few years. When he died in 2019, a year which was beyond disastrous to me, I had just begun to fall in love with his work. I'll never forget the day I watched Spider-man Into The Spider-Verse on the day he passed. "Hide" featuring Seezyn came on in the movie, and it just broke me. "Rich and Blind' is a song in which Jarad speaks about the internal conflict of having plenty in material possessions and the like, but simultaneously feeling a void from within, and not knowing why it's the case, when there are seemingly plenty of reasons to be happy. The first half of the song contains some really nihilistic lyrics,: "I know they lace pills, I bought them on purpose", a truly melancholic and borderline suicidal admittance of not holding one's life in decent regard anymore, as a coping mechanism from the discomfort. A lot of people have said, and rightfully so if I may add, that Juice Wrld's music, particularly those recorded near his death became a little monotonous in that they all revolved around substance abuse, depression and the difficulty of living with this reality. But honestly, I feel like that was probably the best depiction of living with this cloud of your head - after a few weeks, months or even years you begin to stop feeling shitty about feeling shitty. "I know I have a purpose, but I dont't see the purpose" is another scathing reflection on this lack of direction, and the sheer vulnerability that arises from knowing that even though you know you're here for something, you just can't find that drive, and the line along with a few others is delivered with such a casual cadence, again, emphasising this nihilistic view of life, or just not caring anymore.

However, this song has probably one of the best examples that of Jarad's ability to contrast pessimism with optimism in the space of a few verses, while also somehow seeing a light at the end of the tunnel, even when you're sure the light is merely a flashlight. One of my favourite lyrics from the song "This is dedicated to you if you felt the lowest of the low, I know how it feels, you don't wanna struggle anymore", and "Keep my eyes in the sky, 'cause that's where I'm moving", where his way of trying to motivating his fanbase who may have had similar experiences he's had, by letting them know that it gets better, even if it doesn't seem that way. It's hard for me to get out of bed, let alone find the energy to write this review, but I felt I had to at least get this done, because depression is like a malignant tumor; it just gives you the impression that nothing matters, even when that isn't the case, which can unfortunately deprive the world the light you have within. Even I find myself dealing with the existential crisis of knowing what I can bring to the world. People always tell me that they see great things in me, but I have to be honest, sometimes I struggle to see that myself. However, the reason I share this is because even if just one person reads this, someone who maybe has similar issues they're facing, maybe they can be reassured to keep moving forward, even when they don't feel like it. Regardless, always find a way to bring positivity in the world. Yes, life is really gross, you may have a voice or six that want you to cross the road without looking both ways, and we'll all have our hurdles, some that may as well be chronic, if not terminal. But what you can control is the output you put into the world. Jarad probably won't get to hear or see this, but regardless of his struggles he managed to inspire a generation that feels hopeless and scared of the future, and his legacy will live forever, or at least for as long as I'm alive.

I guess that's the point of this first review, in that, it's more about the power and importance music has in my life. Some days I'll feel bad, and like I hate myself, but regardless of that, I can at least try to make the lives of those around me a little less shitty, even if it's just as a cheerleader. This December will mark 4 years since he passed, and even though it still hurts a bit, his work helped me in ways I cannot contain in a few paragraphs, and I feel that deserves to be cherished not mourned. Out of 10, I'd give it a 7.5 - it's not the most groundbreaking song ever, but there are a few instances where that can take the backseat, seeing that the gravity of the subject matter is more important. It's a tough listen, but honestly, I feel like it's the best way to actually come to terms with the internal conflict someone in such circumstances wrestles with each day. I plan on using this platform as a means of spurring you on wherever in the world you are, because yes, it gets better, but you have to at least try, and I guess that just be my way of giving myself a reason to get out of bed each morning.

-alphadoradus

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zukuist · 3 years

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞

200 followers special

includes: multiple characters (would add more tags but.. i reached 30 ;;)

your name is shortened to y/n, they/them pronouns

notes: thank you for 200 followers! this isn’t really going to be that long, but im just doing the characters i really like so ;; ALSO I MIGHT’VE GOTTEN KIRI’S ENTRY A LITTLE WRONG so ugh sorry ;;

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shouto todoroki

— THE OBSERVANT SIMP

from the start, he’s quite oblivious to certain things, (social ques, signs of romantic interest, etc.)

but when he’s observant with someone, then that totally means you’re special to him. does he realize how much he pays attention to you? hmm.. maybe?

he’s going to be the first one that notices you’re hungry, even if you don’t realize it yourself. he’s quick to grab a snack and break it open to you

same thing with being thirsty— if he notices that your water bottle is empty, he’ll quickly find the nearest vending machine and buy a bottle.

temperature is also no problem. he can immediately tell whenever someone’s cold; but he usually helps you first

too hot? he’s slowly putting down the room’s temperature

too cold? his left palm starts emitting some sort of heat in your direction, hoping it creates some sort of aid

if your shoelaces are undone, and/or he notices that there’s a button undone on your shirt— he’ll fix it for you

will ask to take your pictures on dates, and he’ll also help you pick out the best photo (not that any photo of you is short of any beauty)

in short— people will notice that he’s actually a big simp for you; because of how observant he is with you specifically.

katsuki bakugou

— THE TSUNDERE SIMP

just because he’s simping for you doesn’t mean he’ll treat you any differently. bakugou will be bakugou, and you eventually learn how to adapt to that.

but even so, his simp habits slip out sometimes.

when he’s cooking, he’ll accidentally make too much to eat, and he’ll coincidentally put the extras in another box and hand it to you

he’s a good student, even with studies. but would he say he’s a good teacher? hm. probably not

but if he notices you need help, he’ll sigh, feining annoyance as he decides to tutor y’all, because those ‘idiots’ are hopeless

rolls his eyes when he sees food on your cheek, but he’ll grab a tissue and wipe it off for you— claiming how you’re so messy.

he’ll act like he hates hearing your ‘annoying ass singing’ but he’ll lean against the doorway and listen to you rock out to whatever song you’re singing to.

denki will call him a simp for looking after you, and bakugou will just yell at him to “SHUT UP” >:T

he secretly likes taking care of you. his words aren’t the softest thing in the world, but his actions make up to it.

izuku midoriya

— THE DETAILED SIMP

as katsuki bakugou would call him; he is a nerd

he definitely meant that as an insult, but his input on detail makes it very useful in things like relationships

he remembers every detail of your quirk, your limits, potential secret moves.

it would’ve been stalker-ish, if it weren’t for the fact that deku does this out of admiration for his s/o

so if you so happen to collapse due to overusing your quirk— deku has a detailed plan on what to do. it’s almost scary.

he puts detail in a lot of things, anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, and so on.

deku’s also the type to plan things weeks before it actually happens. like.. planning out the perfect birthday gift

and with this, his memory is really good. so it’s very unlikely that he’ll just suddenly forget anniversaries and birthdays.

i hc deku as a bad cook, so he eats takeout food more than his homemade food

but he’s takes note of your allergies, your dislikes with food— and he finds himself mumbling small details to recall what you like

when you walk out in pretty/good outfits for dates

his face will break out into shades of red— suddenly rambling all the good details of your outfit, complimenting you while he’s at it

“y/n’s looks fantastic as always. i might die from their beauty”

if anyone calls him a simp, he’ll be really embarrassed about it. “me? a s-simp? is that a bad thing?”

just tell him it’s fine.

denki kaminari

— THE HYPEMAN SIMP

a big simp

like.. really big

he worships the ground you step on, and hypes up everything you do

y’all know when irene from red velvet literally breathed in north korea, and the crowd just

*claps*

yeah, that’s denki to you

it’s so blantly obvious that he’s simping over someone, and everyone’s just kinda used to it at this point

he’s just a big fanboy sometimes

whenever you’re sparring with someone, he’s always in the background like

“go s/o!!” 🤩

and he has tendencies to go a little easy on you like.. what’s he gonna do when you get electricuted??

but that doesn’t mean he’s never serious— nah.

there are times where he’s just a little bashful just being in your presence

sneaking glances your way, as he silently fanboys about you in general.

“s/o looks really good today. they always look good but !!”

when y’all weren’t together, the bakusquad was just tired of the constant romantic pining

it was really obvious that he was simping back then, and they’re not so sure as to how you didn’t say anything about it

mina always called him a simp

so yeah!! it was a big relief when you got together with him. he never makes you feel terrible, because he’s always your #1 hypeman.

eijirou kirishima

— THE HELPING SIMP (rip idk what to call this)

i didn’t really know what kinda name i went for this one but let me carry on

kiri upfront is very confident, and friendly. he never shows a mean side to anyone,

and there are rare cases of him being bashful

he’s kinda almost like a golden retriever? since he’s always nice and friendly to everyone

but then when you enter the room; he suddenly goes quiet, and he’s left alone with his rather loud thoughts about you

he didn’t really know how to properly approach you at first

but him being kiri, he’s still rather friendly to you (for now)

when he’s messing around, practically sharing one braincell with kami and sero

and then you suddenly walk in— he snaps out of his foolishness, and greet you with his very warm smile

“hey y/n!” he waves at you, and he hopes you don’t mention the teasing look on both kami and sero’s face

sometimes when he’s doing his close combat training, and he notices that he’s getting too close to you

he’ll be like “woah man, maybe we should move locations.” bc he doesn’t wanna hit you by accident ;;

kirishima prefers to not stand near you when his hair is all spiky. like he’s never conscious about it, until he’s around you

man poked sero with his hair before, and he doesn’t want to do that to you

kiri always looks at your hand, just to see if it’s occupied with something. his thoughts linger to what your hand might feel like

“their hand looks really.. soft. argh! i shouldn’t be thinking about these kind of things in public! im sorry y/n”

bakugou really only notices kirishima’s simping ways

bakugou always mentions the fact that kirishima goes really silent whenever you’re around—

and he’s secretly contemplating on having you around more so he can just shut up 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

moving aside all of that, kiri always carries your things.

you’ll beg him to give you at least one thing, and he’ll say no because it’s “not manly to let someone carry all of this.”

if you’re sad, he’s the first one to cheer you up— reassuring you that everything will be okay.

kiri’s just wants to be at your service at all times! it’s manly to help people, right?

hitoshi shinsou

— THE DISCREET SIMP

no one would be able to tell that he’s simping for someone

because unlike kaminari; he’s not like IM HITOSHI SHINSO AND IM ACTUALLY A SIMP

he’s a lot more discreet, and no one has really caught on, besides you and kaminari of course

he’s a lot less sarcastic with you, asking you about anything that’s happened instead of just being there

he prefers it to hear you talk. the way each word and syllable rolls off your tongue smoothly, and the way you use your hands to emphasize things

he’s amused.

oh and the way he looks at you? almost any normal person can sense the simp in him pop out (he’s so contained though)

he’s definitely the person that’ll get rid of any bug that’s terrifying you— even though he’d normally just leave it to them

he’ll do it, regardless if it’s the biggest fucking spider he’s ever seen, or the smallest spider

he’ll do it to make you feel safe.

he has these random spurs of compliments during the day

the source mainly comes from his staring habit

and they’re just so unexpected and out of the blue. hitoshi’s amused whenever he sees your reaction to his compliments

like.. you could be really frustrated about something, and he’ll just go “your eyes are pretty.” that’s his discreet method tO MAKE YOU TEMPORARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE ISSUE—

call him a simp, whatever. it’s true anyway so he doesn’t why should he be ashamed of it?

he’s discreet about it, since it’s your business and his business. but you can definitely feel his feelings loud and clear

neito monoma

— THE 180 SIMP

“i’m not a simp!”

[you enter the room]

*nervous laughter*

he had his last laugh, and he never thought he’d be this soft around someone.

especially if you’re from class 1-A like.. i became the thing i hated, ugh.

relentless teasing is amped but this is his way of making sure you remember him loud and clear

but he’ll never tease you in a condescending way— like how he torments the rest of class 1-A

that’s reserved for them 💅

always compliments you, that’s the first thing he does when he sees you—

and they’re never generic compliments either

“it’s nice to see you here, y/n! you make the world better day by day!”

“i’m still wondering what you’re doing in class 1-A, you’re much better than them!”

everyone secretly wonders how you got monoma to like you

monoma canonically likes pastels. spread the word

so sometimes, you’ll walk over to your desk— and you’ll just see this random pastel ornament sitting on your desk

you know who it’s from

whenever monoma starts becoming annoying, kendo will definitely use you as a weapon to make him shut up

he’ll be laughing at the expression on his face, thinking he’s absolutely winning at this

but the smile is wiped off his face when he hears “ok go on, i’ll tell y/n about your antics.”

“no, no! i’ll behave now, please don’t tell y/n.”

class 1-b literally use you as blackmail whenever monoma acts up, and it’s because of how different he is around you

like.. his personality takes a 180, (besides the obvious teasing) it’s alarming

—

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Hi love! Can you do a Oscar Isaac x reader where they do the buzzfeed video reading thirst tweets and he gets jealous of the tweets? Thank you so much, I love your page. ❤️

Hello lovely Nonnie! I’m sorry this took so long, but I finally got super inspired to finish it. It’s not Oscar Isaac per se (I don’t do RPF) but I thought about it a bit and I was like...but I will do a Llewyn AU. So that’s what I did, and here it is, and I hope you and whoever else reads it, enjoys it! (note: most of the tweets came from various Thirst Tweet videos on YouTube, but there are a couple I just made up.)

I Want Llewyn Davis to Blank Me in the Blank (Llewyn Davis x F!Reader, Modern AU)

Word Count: 1300(ish)

Warnings: Some language, sexual references but nothing graphic or explicit just suggestive, floof.

- Llewyn isn’t sure what a BuzzFeed is, and to be honest, he’s not even sure what the hell a thirst tweet is.

- You’re always teasing him that, if the world suddenly loses all technology tomorrow and the internet and social media disappear, he’ll be the only one who will still be able to function, and he’ll probably be a lot happier.

- You’re not wrong.

- He hates social media. Doesn’t understand what the point is really, why so many people are obsessed with it. Yeah, he technically has official accounts on all the major platforms, mainly because you insisted and set them up. They’re just placeholders and he never uses them.

- The only reason he’s even here to do this media gig is because you asked, all wide puppy-dog eyes and gnawed-on bottom lip, and he knows that you know he can’t say no to that.

- Not that he ever really wants to say no to you, but sometimes...

- Now he’s almost one hundred percent certain he regrets it.

- You’ve tried explaining the concept to him, probably like twenty-some times, and you’re trying again now, but as you lead him into the studio it pretty much goes in one ear and out the other.

- People don’t know you’re together, so he’s annoyed by that on top of everything else, because he can’t call you any of the usual pet names that roll off his tongue like melted butter.

- No angel. No baby. No sweetheart. It fucking sucks.

- "It’s not a serious thing, Llewyn. Just...fake it till you make it. Make jokes about it, it’ll be fine,” you tell him.

- You sit side by side at a little table, a couple feet apart, and a production assistant put a little metal bucket in front of each of you.

- Llewyn gives you a weird look. You just shake your head and smile this cute little smile that he does his level best to ignore because, well, you’re in public and nobody knows.

- Then the tweets come out of the buckets.

- Things I requite in a man: five nine, pisces, grammy nominated, llewyn davis. That’s all i ever need.

- Why is Llewyn Davis so attractive? He’s like 30 years older than me and I’m a lesbian but he still gets me hot and bothered.

- I cannot believe Llewyn Davis invented being sexy.

- Llewyn Davis got thicc lips and thicc hips

- I want Llewyn Davis to be my daddy but not in the fatherly kind of way.

- There’s a lot more, but honestly, they all sort of blend together.

- He manages to laugh them off and make some clever comments but he shoots you a look that’s part confusion, part disdain, and really annoyed. You just shrug.

- But then the tweets start coming out of your bucket, and Llewyn’s brain instantly regains its laser-focus.

- First, because everyone calls you by your online handle, which drives the nail further into Llewyn’s coffin because of his inability to actually call you cute names night now.

- Secondly, who do these assholes think they are, talking about his girl like this?

- Hello? Maker? Can we talk about how you put the heavens in AngelEyes’s eyes, because it’s starting to cause some serious problems over here. Kthx.

- I want to lick cherry-flavored jello off AngelEyes fingers, why does life have to be so unfair?

- Sit on my face and suffocate me, AngelEyes.

- AngelEyes’s boobs are a gift from whatever deity you choose to believe in, and if you’re an atheist, well, then more tits for me.

- I’m pretty sure AngelEyes could get all my children out of me, and I’m willing to take that challenge.

- Llewyn’s kind of tuned out, trying not to pay any attention to all the dirty things the world wants to do to you, but his head finally snaps up and his arm does too and his little metal bucket goes crashing to the floor.

- You (and everyone else in the studio) just stare at him.

- “Could I...” he clears his throat, “could I speak to you, for just a minute? Like, out in the hall?”

- “Okay?” you say slowly, but stand up and head towards the door, with him right behind you.

- The door barely has a change to swing shut behind you before Llewyn is on you, frantically pressing his lips to yours in a soul-sucking kiss.

- “Llewyn, what are you doing?” you hiss when you finally break away for air.

- It took quite a few minutes before you absolutely needed that break and you’re fairly certain people are going to come looking for you any second because you have to be taking a lot longer to “talk” than Llewyn implied.

- “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to sit there and pretend all those tweets are okay”

- He’s pressing you against the wall and you can’t help the slightly impish smile that comes to your face. “I have a pretty good idea.”

- Llewyn glares through narrowed eyes. “This isn’t funny, AngelEyes.”

- “I was listening to all the ones people said about you too. Don’t get so worked up, Llewyn, it’s all in good fun.”

- Llewyn snorts.

- “Baby, are you...jealous?” You raise a brow at him.

- “I have half a mind to just take you up against this wall, right now.”

- “You’re jealous.”

- His mouth is suddenly a breath away from yours again, and he murmurs, “I just want people to know that you’re mine. And to know that I’m yours. And to never read a single thirst tweet ever again in my entire life,” before his desperate lips are back on yours.

- This time, he pulls out of the kiss first and you rest your head on his shoulder and try to catch your breath again.

- He’s checking something on his phone - replying to a text from his manager Snap or his sister, maybe, you’re only vaguely aware that he’s actually on his phone at all.

- But then you feel your own phone vibrate in your pocket.

- You pull it out and immediately almost drop it.

- “Llewyn. You...you didn’t.”

- Llewyn looks at you with a completely innocent face. He slides his phone back in his pocket and hooks a thumb towards the door. “I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart. Come on, we should probably get back in there before they send a search party.”

- You barely have time to process the notification that Llewyn Davis (@ folksingerwithacatofficial) has made his first tweet! Check it out! and even less time to actually read it before Llewyn disappears through the door and you have to follow.

- But it there was a picture - you didn’t even know Llewyn knew how to do that. And if he had an extra minute, he’d be inordinately proud of himself.

- It’s from a friend’s rooftop party a couple weeks ago. You’re behind him with your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek, and he has his eyes closed and a happy, content little smile on his face.

- There’s no way anyone’s going to look at it and be like, ‘oh they’re just friends.’ But the caption definitely clears it up.

- Never been happier than I am w/AngelEyes by my side. Aren’t enough words to say how much I love you, baby. Maybe I’ll just write you a song or ten.

- You head back into the studio, about to shove your phone back in your pocket, your face burning hotter than the sun, but it vibrates again and you see the corners of Llewyn lips turn up, even though he’s pointedly not looking at you.

- There’s another tweet.

- Now go get some water y’all and stop talking about my girlfriend’s tits. At least give her ass the credit it deserves too.

- Llewyn pretends not to notice when, five minutes later, everyone’s phones and laptops and tablets start blowing up with notifications and reactions. He just pulls you into his lap and kisses you softly on the cheek.

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SPIDER | BUCKY BARNES x READER | PART ONE

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR TFATWS EPISODE 3 ONWARDS.

PART ONE OF ? Summary: Bucky doesn’t know what to make of you when he meets you. You’re friends with Sharon, and you seem pretty easy to read on the surface. But the more time he spends with you, the more he seems to uncover, and the more he becomes tangled in the web you unwittingly weave. Pairing: female!Reader x Bucky Barnes Fandom: Marvel / The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Word Count: 1,138 Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER EPISODE 3 ONWARDS A/N: Title is taken from the song Spider by Hoshi! The lyrics really inspired me for the dynamic between reader x Bucky in this one. This does contain spoilers for Episode 3 of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier and it will probably contain more as the parts go on. I’m not sure how many parts there will be at this point, I’ll just see how I go! Please let me know how you enjoy it and I’ll try and get the second part up relatively soon!

Bucky specifically makes sure he doesn’t look at you for too long just so he can avoid the teasing from Sam – because he knows Sam will tease him. Sam always teases him. He also avoids looking at you for too long because he’s worried you’ll catch him and he’ll have to explain himself. He’s not good at explaining himself.

From where you’re sat across from him in your and Sharon’s apartment, you cross your legs and take a long sip of your drink. Zemo has made himself at home, Sam and Sharon are having a conversation by the wardrobe and Bucky is sat on the couch looking more uncomfortable than you’ve ever seen anyone sit before.

“We don’t bite, you know?” You say.

He looks at you for a second. “You’re funny.”

“I wasn’t trying to be. I’m telling the truth. Sharon and I – we genuinely don’t bite. And that couch doesn’t either, it’s actually rather comfortable.”

Bucky narrows his eyes at you. You smile.

He doesn’t know what to make of you and it bothers him.

When Sharon had found them in Madripoor and essentially saved their lives, Bucky hadn’t expected to see her, let-alone see her with someone else. In the time it’d taken you to get back to your apartment Sharon had explained the basics. You’d met accidentally one night when you were both on the run from different people. A friendship had been struck and you’d been by each others sides ever since, saving each others asses on a nearly daily basis. The blip had taken the both of you, but when you came back things were just the same, if not stronger.

Sharon crosses the room and sits down rather comfortably on the couch next to Bucky. You smirk at the difference in their posture and Bucky flashes a glance at you once more, and thankfully you don’t catch him.

“Karli Morgenthau and at least seven others have taken the serum,” Sam sits down on the chair beside you, ignores Bucky’s comment about your best friend and instead, focuses on the situation at hand.

“You guys really should steer clear of all of this… for your own safety.”

Sam shakes his head. You’ve only known him personally for a matter of hours, but it’s clear to you that he’s the type of man who never backs down. You find it easy to trust people like him. “We know it’s a risk but we’re not gonna leave until we find the person who cracked the code.”

Bucky speaks up. “We got a name. Wilfred Nagel.”

You recognise the name. Sharon meets your eyes and you can see the apprehension in her face. “Nagel works for the Power Broker.” She stands up and goes to get her drink. The protective instincts you feel for her nearly make you stand up and order the three men out of your apartment, though you truly doubt they’d listen. You and Sharon have been through too much to get yourselves tangled up in more, right?

“We need your help, Sharon,” Sam starts again. “I can get your name cleared.”

Unintentionally, you suck in a harsh breath. Bucky looks at you, the only one in the room who seems to have noticed your intake of breath. He notices that you’re tense now, no longer comfortably slumped in your chair. He also notices that the grip you have on your glass is much tighter.

Sharon raises an eyebrow. “You haggling with my life?”

“Not like that.”

“I don’t buy that. You pretending like you can clear my name.”

“Okay, maybe it is hypocrisy. Maybe you’re right. What happened to you. But I’m willing to try if you are,” Sam stood up and walked over to Sharon. “They cleared the bionic staring machine, and he killed almost everybody he’s met.”

“I heard that.” He speaks without looking away from you, not caring that he’s living up to Sam’s nickname. You don’t notice.

“I don’t trust charity.”

“Okay, a deal, then. You help us out and I get your name cleared.”

Your grip on the glass tightens as you watch Sharon sigh and reach out a hand to shake Sam’s extended one. Bucky, at this point, is surprised that the glass hasn’t shattered, but then again – you’re not a super soldier, and the glass is pretty thick.

Sharon lets go of Sam’s hand. “Well, I sell to some pretty connected people. Lay low, enjoy the party. Try to stay out of trouble. I’ll see what I can find.”

You’re on your feet in seconds, putting your glass down a little too heavily on the table and walking out of the room after her. Bucky is smart enough to put two and two together as Sam comes and sits back down.

“Only Sharon’s name?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“What? I don’t know her friend. She’s barely said a word. We know Sharon. Her friend could be anyone. We’re not in the business of trusting people we don’t know. Not when this much is at stake.”

Bucky looks across at the glass you’d left on the table. “You’re judging people based off of first impressions now?”

“Don’t you?”

Bucky can’t bring himself to reply to that. He stands and wanders over to one of the windows that overlooks the city and the streets below. He pretends he’s looking out at the view, but he doesn’t see anything except for his reflection staring back at him darkly. He does. He did. He judged you, and then he judged Sam for doing the same thing. He shakes his head and turns back around.

“Let’s just get this damn party over with and find Nagel. I want to get out of here.”

He’s about to walk back over to Sam when you come downstairs. You grab your coat from the coat rack by the door and tug it on, pulling the hood up over your head. Sharon is nowhere to be seen and Bucky has a bad feeling your conversation hadn’t ended well.

“If anything the three of you are doing is going to end up hurting her, I’d rethink your plans.” You take a moment to look around the room and Bucky could have sworn your gaze lingered a little longer on him.

And then you’re gone, disappearing out the door without another word. Bucky ignores the tug deep in his stomach that pulls him to follow you and stays firmly rooted to the spot.

Sam frowns. “See? I knew something weird was up with her.”

***

Bucky doesn’t see you at the party that night. He looks, though. He spends too long looking. He sees Sharon talking to several people, he sees Zemo dancing and wishes he could erase the sight from his mind. But he doesn’t see the one person he doesn’t realise he wants to see. You.

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