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augustinapril · 10 months

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congrats on 200! i can't think of anyone more deserving than you <3

𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 — request one of the character in the fandoms above in an au from my list, and I'll write you a fic!!

florist au with tasm!peter parker<33

I love this idea :(( might write more of florist!reader with Peter bc it's cute. no spiderman in this au!! hope you like this?

warnings: none! just some awkward!Peter & gn!reader <3 proofread by @lemkay-luminary .

wc: 1k || 200 followers event

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Peter thinks the flower shop is cozy. It smells like a dewy spring morning, a variety of warm colors fills his vision as he looks around in search of you and that stupidly cute apron you’re forced to wear.

You're hiding somewhere in the forest of colorful plants, his feet leading him through the leaves. The melodic sound of your voice meets his ears when he reaches a small stand of greeting cards beside the counter.

As he peaks around the corner, he finds what he's been searching for. You're talking to a little boy, leaning down to his height while pointing at a small pot of red azaleas. Your voice is soft as you speak to him, a smile sweet as honey graces your face.

"I'm sure she will love them," You assure, grabbing ahold of the pot and handing it to him, making sure his small hands have a good grip on it. "Should we go find you Tori so you two can pay for it?"

The boy nods his head excitedly as you stand, leading the boy toward where Peter is standing. Peter moves out of the way.

Just his luck that he ends up running into the stand of greeting cards, his foot catching onto the leg of it. He barely catches it, and it’s a miracle that none of the cards fell on the floor. “Are you okay?”

He snaps to you, meeting your worried eyes. “Uh, yeah I’m okay. Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He informs you, laughing in embarrassment. He’s sure his ears are as red as the azaleas you put by the register.

A woman interrupts—though it’s more like her unknowingly coming to his rescue—she picks the little boy up, as she rests the child on her hip. “Evander! Did you find mommy's gift?” Her hands reach up to brush some of his braids out of his face as she talks, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Sure did, momma. Y/n helped me find it.” He spoke, pointing at you. You chuckle as his mom gently grabs his hand, pulling it towards her.

“What do we say about pointing, baby?”

He rushes to correct himself. “That it's rude.”

She smiles again, nodding. “That’s right. It’s okay to forget sometimes, you’re not in trouble. I’m just reminding you, baby.” He nods, head snapping back in your direction when he hears the register make a ka-ching sound, hands bouncing eagerly. “Here’s your flowers, Evander.” You say, carefully handing him the potted plant. “Remember to tell Evangeline I say happy birthday.”

“Will do. What do we say, Evander?”

“Thank you!” Evander shouts, as he waves his hand at you with enthusiasm. You wave back with a broad smile.

“You have a good day, sweetheart!” The woman shouts back as the door chimes.

“You too Tori!” You return, and the door shuts. You exhale, taking a quick moment, then turning to him. Peter forgot he was here for a second, so caught up with your interaction with that mother and her son. It was clear you knew them somehow. “Sorry for the wait.”

Peter sheepishly shakes his head, waving off your apology. “It’s no problem at all, really.” He hates to admit that he’s nervous, but he is, and it makes him feel stupid. “I'm here to pick up an order?”

“Oh course!” You say, returning back behind the counter to look at a piece of paper. Your eyes scan over it, flickering back and forth quickly. There’s a beat of silence, one that makes Peter's heart pick up its pace before you speak. “You’re Peter Parker, right?”

His eyes grow wide in confusion. He wasn’t expecting you to know his name, and by the way you chuckle, the confusion is painted on his face . “We had chemistry together, I think.”

“Oh, yeah.” He doesn’t really remember anything from that class, but you don’t need to know that. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright, high school sucked. You’re not obligated to remember every classmate.” You continue, writing something down on the paper before quickly excusing yourself. Peter questions if he can go through with his plan.

Aunt May had a way of persuading him into doing it. He told her about you after coming home one day, spilling all his thoughts about the florist he’s seen multiple times skating home that he had a growing crush on. May thought that he should ask you out, and as much as he wanted to, he didn’t know how.

Which led to May convincing him to order an arrangement of flowers and use them as an excuse to try and get your number. That’s exactly what he’s trying to do, but now that he’s this far along, he wonders if he’ll be able to get the question out.

Thankfully, you’re back before he can ponder on it more, a small arrangement of lavender and white blossoms. He can smell the lavender from here. “Here are your flowers.”

“Thank you,” Peter says as anxiety creeps through his system. He wants to pull back, let go of his plan and just tell May it didn’t work. Peter knows she would see right through his lie, and she would have wasted good money on flowers for no reason. He began to speak before he gave himself another chance to back out. “Hey, uhm, is there any chance I could possibly . . .” He pauses, nerves making him second guess himself before he continues, adjusting his shirt as the words come out quicker. “I don’t know, maybe i could get your number to go with the flowers?”

He looks at you sheepishly, his face heating up as your eyes widen slightly. He thinks it's the kind of surprise that means you’re going to politely reject him and you'd send him on his way. Instead he receives your beautiful smile, making butterflies bloom in his stomach, and then you’re reaching for a pen.

Your handwriting fits you perfectly, he thinks as you hand him the paper. Your number is scribbled in blue ink, followed by a little smiley face. He doesn't realize the note you wrote in the corner until he leaves.

'Hope to hear from you soon! :)'

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please reblog if you enjoyed this!! If you want more florist!reader & Peter my requests are open. <3

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker imagine #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter parker x you #tasm!peter parker x reader #spencers looney tunes !!

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athetos · 1 year

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United Nations are the best hardcore band of all time. Like nothing will ever compare to them. Who else had to have 7000 copies of their CDs destroyed by Hot Topic due to copyright violations of the cover art depicting the Beatles on fire. Or had their second album’s cover art be a collage of all the cease and desist letters they got from the actual United Nations. What other band had all their members wear Ronald Reagan masks to hide their identities, to the point where even today nobody knows for sure who was in the band outside of Geoff Rickly (the UN’s letters hypothesized some 30 different members as being involved in the band). They told blatant lies in interviews, such as that Kristen Schaal wrote some of their lyrics. One song is 13 minutes of silence followed by a cash register ka-Ching. Another song played backwards reveals lyrics saying “play the song the other way around.” There’s a gorgeous saxophone solo.

#saving… do not turn off power

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mandssisters · 1 year

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#marcusmumford

30.11.22

Vinilo deux Southampton

As I sit here tucked up safely in my own house nursing a red bush tea. Possibly a bit tired. What a fun day that was.

The closest Mumford (no Sons) gig ever to my hometown. What joy.

The Brook. Very much the student area of Southampton city, Portswood. Not much to entertain, just the McDonalds a plant burger and worst hot chocolate in years. Unless you are a fan of Machine Mart then this is the place for you. Car parked FOC in the roadside. Winner. And yes I had two wing mirrors and all 4 wheels post show.

The Brook was special as a student of Southampton and as a fan of the band #delays #ripgreggilbert I had high hopes and they certainly didn’t disappoint.

Inside two floors, one stage and a really great venue. Well done Vinilo for hosting. Great car park announcements. “I wonder if the owner of the white Toyota could move allowing the Tyre fitters next door to lock their gates?” If it was YOU…..

Round 1

All acoustic. Possible set list?!? Got a bit lost not necessarily in this order?!

Only Child

Dangerous game

Better off high

The Cave

Dinks song

Go in light

Cowboy

How

I will wait

So much banter I can’t remember from which set…

Set times today had be been tailored around the footy start and 1/2 times

Marcus Stopped during Better off high as he saw someone on the balcony mimicking his head “tick” and pulled them up said he can’t help it! Blew a kiss to them later! 😂

Forgetting the words in the cave, Only child was a long song, and after each verse, there’s another one. Why did he write it so long?

Loves doing this tour being back in the room with everyone. 20 gigs in 16 days. Last night was Nottingham, and he got away singing a Disney song “not in Nottingham”. Which basically is a song which isn’t a fan of Nottingham, but they seem to love it, not that bright there!! Lols. With a cheeky wink.

Really good form and lovely set.

Round two. Out the venue and in again.

Very similar set list but with added Grace and Reincarnation. Which was super cute. No dinks.

*A* star rating banter.

Ryan had won a game of fifa in the break.

Loving this tour, been feeling like he has been on his holi bobs, fucking around. His hate of silence between songs. The thoughts that run through the head whilst singing. PLAY THE LOUDEST YOU CAN ON THE ACOUSTIC GUITAR….. play the quietest. Those sort of thoughts!!

It was Ryan’s birthday in the week, (and Chris Polllards) so we sang an impromptu Happy Birthday. Then explained that Alex was previously the guitar tech and was touring with (said in a sarcastic voice) Harry Styles, but now he’s dead to us. “best birthday ever” looks at Ryan. They sent a video previously from Glasgow to Alex slating him!! Gives him the v’s!! Funny

Top right of stage, a glass window viewing pane! “Is that glass”. “You got Covid” waves!! Excited crowd all wave to the seated ladies! They look like pets in a shop window, they’ve got happy lives haven’t they…. Haven’t they?

Liking Southampton, got his haircut, they also wanted to manscape the face, but that was perfect! Had a nice snack in the Woodmill cafe. No one seemed to know this cafe.

Enjoyed the two gigs today, three tomorrow, someone shouts “ka-ching” nah mate!

I found tonight’s “How” especially moving. Too short an evening but a really special evening. Same time tomorrow?

More bands need to play The Brooks it’s ace! Go if you can.

Zzzzz’ds

#mumford and sons #marcus mumford #Southampton the brook

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thisandthat-whatever · 24 days

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Its funny London run not even started and nobody knows how this play would be perceived and they already talking about Broadway. I'm annoyed that this play get so much attention in both good and bad way, like let it die, let them do rehearsal in silence. it's fucking play not film,it's becoming more and more political. I don't like this. I wouldn't surprise if they push it and give this actress awards or something just prove a point.

if she deserves an award , she should definitely get one. I can’t judge her performance without seeing it. But trust me, general public is unaware of any negative talk about this play. Most of the general public doesn’t even follow theater news, let’s be real. 😬

As for them talking about taking it to Broadway before it even opene in London, it is all about ka-ching. Since it sold out super fast in West End, they want to get the similar reception in Broadway too. Cue in “Money, money, moooney” by Abba, lol.

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pesterloglog · 5 months

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Aranea Serket, Meenah Peixes

Act 6, page 5308

ARANEA: Prince of Rage actually used to 8e quite talkative. That is, until he had a nightmare which prompted a 8izarre incident, after which he would never speak again. He took a sort of spiritual vow of silence, which I'm sure was pro8a8ly related to his esoteric faith. Thereafter he 8ecame infuriatingly enigmatic. I've found it impossi8le to get any info out of him, 8etween his am8iguous mimes and penchant for riddles. It's very frustrating, especially for someone like me, who has a passion for gathering as many facts a8out our story as possi8le.

ARANEA: Want to know a secret? Please don't tell anyone, 8ut I really can't stand the guy.

ARANEA: It's pro8a8ly unfair to him 8ecause he is o8viously such a sweet and harmless fellow. 8ut something a8out him ru8s me the wrong way. I guess I can just 8e a little petty sometimes.

MEENAH: yeah...

MEENAH: wow serket

MEENAH: just wow so rude

MEENAH: poor clown

ARANEA: Don't give me that! I seem to remem8er you having more than a few unkind words for him 8ehind his 8ack.

MEENAH: yeah im messin witchu he sux

MEENAH: so

MEENAH: conversation over?

ARANEA: Yes.

MEENAH: ka

MEENAH: ching

#homestuck #aranea serket #meenah peixes #homestuck act 6 #page 5308 #homestuck act 6 act 3 #openbound

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ruin-iii · 2 years

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Onomatopoeia

Slow-Simmered Disappointment A recipe by Vahri’li Korla

Preparation: 4 cycles Cooking: 1 bell Serves 2

A clink of crushed crystals. A sizzle and snap of fire’s plume. A satisfying bloop of eye-measured oil, as dictated by one’s gut.

A syncopated rhythm of ka-chunk, ka-chunk as a large knife collapses into larger wood, felling potatoes and carrots. A crisper sound when the onion goes. A sniffle from a sensitive miqo’te’s nose. A crumple of tissue paper along the eyes.

A scrape and consequent call to hush from the fried lot: shhhhh . The shimmer in white noise of herbs poured from a sieve to a plate, then a louder hiss as a plate is brought to a pan. A zap of an oil drop leaping from the pan, followed by a yelp. A bellow from the kitchen. A whimpered apology.

A knock or two as the wooden spoon hits the sides of the pot. A slight shimmer of ground pepper seasoned on top. A crinkle of bay leaf and thyme. A splash of brown sauce.

A sound short of a squelch — bwch — as a plump dodo breast is set upon the wood. A series of shwings followed by a sharp knife. A medley of chops. A symphony of sizzles, chicken slice after chicken slice.

A sigh of relief as the second hardest part is over.

An occasional fizz with each stir and turnover. A smacking of lips. A hum of satisfaction. A bell chime of a voice calling another chef to give it a shot. A booming two syllables: “Busy!”

A crack of crystal once more. A trickle and splash of lukewarm water. A rumble as bubbles threaten to break the surface. A pitter patter of dry rice. The click of a turned dial.

Silence.

An erupting cacophony of chatter.

A dull drumming of fingers. A succinct, clean ching as a plate is revealed under a silver cloche. A poised ‘ooh’ on its tail. A creak from the legs of a chair. A ring of silverware on silverware.

Excited babble melting into the ambience. A squeaked, brief response.

A high note on a low-pitched question. A louder mumble, that of slow thunder.

A pocket of quiet in the din.

A groan of wood as a chair is pulled out, then pushed in. A sharp farewell.

A single sigh.

Bon appétit.

#ch: vahri'li korla #ch: vahri'a korla #a: unsung prompts

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voreconnoisseur · 4 years

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Ok but I need more Obey me vore- could you do some protective/possessive vore with the brothers? (And if you want the undate-ables to)

Yeeeeah babey this ones protective AND possessive! But for some of these asks I’m gonna be doing one bro per ask, with a long post, so hope you enjoy Mammon!

Getting in Trouble - High Stakes!

“Alright, listen up, human, ‘cause I’m only gonna tell you this once. If you’re gonna come with me, you have to stay hidden.”

As soon as you’d found out about the underground casino, you knew Mammon had to know about it. It practically had his name written all over it. And ever since, you’d been begging him to take you with you. He’d refused, initially, saying that it was dangerous... until your ordered him to take you with him. And then, of course, he’d reluctantly agreed.

“If any of them see you, it’s gonna be a mess. They’ll be all over me trying to get their hands on ya. And let me tell you, it is a TOUGH crowd there.”

You nodded enthusiastically. The main reason you wanted to go was because you knew you’d see Mammon at his peak. He was good at this sort of thing, despite what one might think with his tendency to overspend. You wanted to see how he played when the stakes were high!

And oh boy, were stakes going to get high.

***

Mammon had headed straight for the blackjack table. Peering from the pocket of his jacket, you couldn’t quite see the cards he’d been dealt. You could only hear and feel his reactions as he played. And from the sound of it, things weren’t going so well for him.

“Stand,” you heard him say, hesitantly. You saw the dealer flip his cards over... he had 21.

“...Dealer wins.”

“Shit.”

Mammon heaved a sigh, knocking you over inside his pocket in the process.

“Guess I’m out. I don’t have anything else to bet.”

The dealer spoke again, and the words that came out of his mouth sent a chill down your spine.

“The human in your pocket. I’ll bet everything you lost tonight if you put the human on the line, too.”

You could feel Mammon freeze.

“Eh—what’d you say?”

“The human. In. Your pocket. Why’d you bring it if not as a bargaining chip?”

There was a worrying silence. Surely, he would never—

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

Of course. Of course he’d try to get his money back at any cost. Of course Mammon would do that. You could imagine the *ka-ching* in his eyes.

You squirmed against Mammon’s hand as he grabbed you roughly and pulled you out from your hiding place, setting you down on the blackjack table.

“Mammon, why—“

Mammon put a giant finger to your lips—then brought it to his own; the symbol for quiet. You suddenly remembered your pact with him. You could stop him at any point and he knew it. Perhaps he had something planned...

You sat on the table, hungry gazes of the dealer and a few other demons watching burning into you. Your heart pounded—if something did happen, could Mammon protect you?

Now, with the full table in view, you could watch everything that happened. Mammon had a determined look on his face—a confident one.

The intensity just kept building as they played. A push. ANOTHER push. And now, with low value cards, Mammon was taking hits again and again.

You looked up at Mammon, whose eyes had previously been on his cards. Now he was focused directly at you. You could see sweat beginning to bead on his face, and yours probably didn’t look too different. But for just a split second, Mammon winked at you.

You’d come up with a secret sign a while ago at the House of Lamentation. It meant “cause a distraction.” Usually to prevent the other brothers from noticing something that would otherwise cause... problems. Right now, he was trying to tell you to do the same here.

“Hit me.”

As soon as the dealer started to flip the next card, you began to kick up a fuss. You screamed, cried, hyperventilated—and it worked. A few other demons came over to investigate. Even the dealer’s eyes left the cards for a second.

“Shut up down there,” he said, glaring over at you.

And that’s when Mammon swapped the new card for one he’d hidden in his sleeve.

To your surprise and relief, (and unlike many of Mammon’s plans) it worked. He’d swapped the card with a card that would give him exactly 21, and he’d done so before the dealer had even had a good look at it.

The dealer was forced to take another card and ended up busting. Mammon grinned, sliding all of the stacks of Grimm back into his bag, and snatching you from the table.

“Welp, better luck next time! Thanks for the refund~”

As he headed toward the exit, you scolded him.

“Mammon! That was really risky! I could’ve been that guy’s lunch! And what if he saw you cheat??”

“Aww, relax, Y/N. I would’ve just grabbed you and ran if it came to it. But then I wouldn’t be allowed back. Besides, the guy was TOTALLY cheatin’ even worse than me. He had the deck stacked. Or something like that.”

“...”

“...Come on. Like I would ever let MY human get taken by this random asshole.”

“Okay. I forgive you. But can we get out of here?”

“I’m already on it.”

You could see from your spot that Mammon was heading to the door, but. Uh oh.

“Don’t look now, but that guy doesn’t look happy with you.”

A demon who looked like some kind of bouncer, or bodyguard, or... henchman was blocking Mammon from leaving. His arms were crossed, showing off his rather beefy biceps. You could hear, additionally, someone approaching Mammon from behind. He turned to look and you saw him: the dealer from before.

“Hand over the human, cheater.”

Mammon froze, and you could feel him gulp.

“Wh-what are ya talkin about? I won completely fair and square!”

“Oh yeah? Then what’s this?”

The demon held up a card.

“Found it under your chair. You should’ve lost that round, but you got rid of it, didn’t you? Now. Hand it over, and I’ll even let you keep the rest of your shit. Otherwise...”

He slowly slid his index finger across his throat.

With a lightning fast motion, Mammon turned away, snatched you from his pocket, slid you INTO HIS MOUTH—

And turned back. He spoke, and his somewhat muffled works vibrates around you as you sat in the pocket of his cheek, saliva pooling around you.

“About thaft—shorry, but tat human wash my lunch today, sho no can do!”

You squirmed, kicking Mammon in the teeth, and instinctively he put his hand to his face, pressing against you in your fleshy pocket.

“Yeah right. It’s in your mouth. Spit it out.”

With an abrupt motion, you were sucked back out from Mammon’s cheek, and brought back into his tongue. It ran over you a few times, almost hesitantly, before you felt his head tilt back and...

He swallowed.

You were pulled downward, legs first, into Mammon’s throat, which then squeezed and squashed you downward. As soon as the pressure let up, you gasped, splashing downward, hearing Mammon sigh in relief along with you. Where you were now—his stomach, was glowing a faint gold in some spots, giving you a good look at your surroundings. It was roomier than one might think, rippled and moving and alive...

You snapped back to reality as you heard him speak again.

“Like I said, no can do! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m outta here.”

“Yeah, no. Get him.”

Your world lurched as Mammon broke into a sprint. You weren’t too worried about his situation—Mammon’s true strength was his speed, so he’d be able to get the two himself out of this. You waited it out somewhat uncomfortably as you were tossed about (at least your surroundings were squishy) for what felt like hours but was probably more like a few minutes. Eventually, you stopped being tossed around and Mammon slowed to a jog, panting, before stopping.

“Phew. Think we lost ‘em.”

You could feel something poke you from the outside.

“Y/N? Ya doin’ alright in there?”

Now, to deal with the situation at hand.

“Mammon, why did you eat me?”

“Cause I sure as hell wasn’t gonna let those guys eat you! Listen, if anyone is gonna eat MY human, it’s gotta be me.”

The golden glow intensified around you. It must have something to do with his sin, you thought, based on how it glowed while he spoke.

“Mmhm. But if you were just going to run away anyway, you could’ve left me in your pocket, stupid.” You gave a playful kick to the spot you knew Mammon’s Hans was resting. You felt a rough jab in your general direction in response.

“Er, well—You know what? How about I just leave you there and digest you!? Yeah, that’ll show you. In fact, MAYBE that’s what I was gonna do all along!”

“Yeah, well, you keep forgetting I have a pact with you. So all I would have to do is tell you to spit me out.”

“Grr...”

“...but you know what? I’m pretty comfy. I think I don’t mind staying here for a little while while we get home.”

You could tell he was pleased, because the ripples of his stomach glowed warmly. You let yourself sink into the folds and sighed.

“Where are we, anyway? I can’t see anything in here...”

“That’s a great question.”

#shall we vore #soft vore #safe vore #protective vore #g/t vore #canon character #male pred #replies #anon #I have been dead for a while and working on this for months #but the asks WILL be answered

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minnie-marvel · 5 years

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Crown fell (Peter Parker x Reader) FINALE

Asgard has been destroyed and the time has come for you to live on Midgard with your brothers Thor and Loki. They’ve decided in order to live among humans you must learn to adapt to them, and what better place to do that then high school? Don’t worry too much though, a very cute Peter Parker is ready to teach you and might be the Prince Charming you never thought you’d find on earth.

Peter Parker x Asgardian princess! reader

Words: 5k

A/N: FINALLY ITS COMPLETE!!!! I know i know it took like a thousand years but i finally did it and i can’t be any happier!! thank you all for staying along with me and being devoted enough to see this through to the end... I love you all so much!!! Now without further a dooooo..... the crown fell finale!!!

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Peter stumbled over his feet as he croaked out your name. He couldn’t even lift his arm, it stung too much from the impact of being flung into a brick wall. It took all but a moment to see you take Percius’ hand, expression emotionless as you were beamed up in a harsh blue light. He wished he could scream for you, cry for you, do anything that it would take to get your attention, but his efforts were fruitless.

It took all but a moment, but it was still too late. Dark clouds billowed throughout the heavens and there was a clap of thunder that echoed throughout the streets so loudly that for a moment, Peter felt himself quaking, struggling to stay on his feet.

“PERCIUS!!!” Thor roared throwing his hands back as they surged with absolute power. He slammed through at least thirty soldiers electrocuting them and burning them to charcoal. He saw Loki rush behind him arms flying daggers into any enemy that dared to cross gazes with him. Even Stephen Strange, the cool and collected sorcerer, seemed to be in a rare form due to the panic thwipping magic whips keeping all who he could away, all while sporting a very menacing glare.

Everyone seemed to be fighting for you, pushing past the enemies without seemingly breaking a sweat. Everyone but him, Peter thought. He hobbled over to Thor and the rest panting heavily.

“Where…” He coughed furiously as he struggled to breath, pressing on regardless. “Where did they take her?”

Thor looked gravely at the sky his limbs going weak as he hung his head low suddenly.

“To his home, nearly galaxies away from us.”

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You barely looked out the ship’s cockpit window as you sat second to the pilot seat, Percius resting his hand on top of your chained one as he used the other to punch in quadrants. You would like to think that being out in the universe away from Midgard and with alien races far stronger than humans would have made you felt familiar, but in truth, you had never felt more distant from anyone in your entire life.

The silence was deafening, but you’d rather have your tongue cut from your mouth than speak another word to this arrogant piece of shit. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to have the same sentiments.

“Worry not my dear, these chains will be gone from your wrists soon enough, and when they are, we will be married.”

You didn’t even have the energy to roll your eyes. What joy.

“We will have the ceremony at dusk, of course, that’s when the skies of my home are most beautiful. The people will be crowding by the thousands to finally see me rise as king of my kingdom,” he paused a moment to look at you, letting his fingers brush over yours. “With you, daughter of Odin, as my wife and queen.”

You only pursed your lips tighter now, hoping that if you bit into the bottom flesh you’d hold yourself back from saying anything that would cause you to end up choking him to death.

He lifted a slender finger and brought it to your cheek but before he could touch you, you snatched it from him squeezing hard almost enough to crunch the bone in your hand.

“I may become your bride, but I will not become your wife.”

He only laughed, enough to make you throw down his finger in anger. “You will find your way to me soon enough daughter of Odin. We have millennium to spend with one another.” He tapped away on the control board a few more times before pulling a lever sending you slamming back into your seat, the extensive speed of jumping fifty galaxies almost being too much. You felt your stomach fly into your throat and drop into your feet, the jostling of the ship causing you to feel slightly sickened. You hated space travel. It was nothing in comparison to your beloved bi-frost.

Soon enough the ship came to a halt, and an entirely new world sat below you. Your gaze turned to the new planet as Percius lowered the ship onto the ground, only feet away from what you assumed was the royal castle. When you first met, Percius had come from his planet to yours, so you had never gotten the chance to actually see his home. Now you were going to be stuck here for the rest of your life. You felt your eyes water at the thought but refused to let them come. You had done this for Midgard.

You had done this for Peter.

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Peter stood in a circle of some of the Earth’s mightiest heroes and for the first time didn’t care about their status. The only thing that was racing through Peter’s mind wasn’t the fact that he was an insect compared to them, or the fact that they actually allowed him to stand nearby without giving him grief. The only thing Peter was thinking about, was you.

Were you okay? What was that creep doing to you? Were they giving you things to eat and drink? Were you even able to see the sun where you were? Each question felt like a stab to his chest. If only he had seen you sooner, he could have saved you he

it. Now you were light years away from one another, wallowing in the fact that you both had failed the other.

Peter wasn’t paying attention to the other Avengers, that was until he felt an oddly gentle pat from Thor’s hand on his shoulder. He looked up at him and wiped furiously at his face, mixing the grime from battle and his tears together.

“Rest assured spiderling...this is not the end.”

“Goldilocks is right kiddo, no need to admit defeat yet,” Tony started opening up a panel in his forearm’s armor and typed into some type of keypad inside. He heard a loud whirring noise that canceled out whatever Loki had clearly snapped at Tony. Soon the quinjet was floating down a little ways away from the group opening its door to allow boarding.

“All aboard the quinjet folks, we don’t have much time,” he said already making a steady jog towards its doors.

Peter tried to suppress his grunts over his aching limbs, but soon enough found his arm lifted over a very tall Thor’s shoulder. Thor tried his best to bend over so that Peter wouldn’t be lifted into the air, but due to his extraordinary stature, Peter’s feet still ended up barely touching the ground.

Soon enough, the team gathered into the quinjet seating themselves properly and buckling themselves in. Peter sat nearby the stranger in the red cloak. He would have properly introduced himself, maybe he would have even tried to give him a proper handshake but he was just so tired.

“Hey wizard man, up front and center, I need your magic expertise,” Tony called from the front. The stranger rolled his eyes sighing loudly.

“I’m uh… I’m guessing that’s you?” Peter croaked.

“I suppose it is.” The man said unclicking his buckle. “Dr. Strange,” He corrected before walking back over to Tony.

“I’m!! Uh, I’m Spiderman!! It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Strange,” he tried calling back. Peter sighed feeling his energy being zapped from him again. The most he could manage to do was try to listen to Strange and Tony converse to see if there was any progress in finding your location.

“She’s had enough tie to the mystic arts that I may be able to locate her through my sorcery, but unfortunately that doesn’t seem to be the problem here.”

Loki nodded his arms tight against his chest. “We know where she is, but this primitive Midgardian technology will not be able to even withstand space travel, let alone a fifty galaxy jump from Midgard.” He hissed.

“Okay, seriously? You’re about one comment away from being dropped on your Asgardian ass outside this ship mid-flight, you oily weasel.” Tony turned to point a threatening finger at the trickster God.

“I’d like to see you try you half pint sorry excuse of a hero- what have you against me, a GOD?! Perhaps a gaudy suit that I could easily crunch into pieces with a single flick of my finger?”

“Really? Oh! Oh really!! See, I don’t really remember that herculean strength when I nearly beat your ass into the ground back in twenty twelve-”

“Can you guys please for the love of God, SHUT UP?!”

Everything went silent. For a second, Peter was glad that someone had finally said it, that was until he realized he was the one that said it. Every pair of eyes focused on him, burning holes into his body. He swallowed hard and suddenly felt his eyebrows furrow. Wait, why in the world did he give a single fuck about what they thought? It was you who was in trouble right now, who cared if he bruised a few egos in order to get their asses moving?

“Now is not the time to be fighting. I’m the actual teenager here and I’m pretty sure I’ve shown enough maturity than all of you combined- except you Mr. Thor and Mr. Dr. Strange, you guys are cool- the point is! We shouldn’t be fighting right now, we should be working as a team so that we can rescue the princess and get the hell out of that cumulo-jack ass’s planet.”

The whole room went quiet until a slowly scowing Tony tilted his head. “I’m sorry, but did you just swear? When we get home you’d better have a quarter in your hand to put in the curse ka-ching jar-”

Peter made loud groan and pulled at his hair shaking himself wildly. “Mr. Stark!! Not the point!! I swear it’s like-”

“Don’t worry kid, I heard you loud and clear.”

Peter looked up at him again fearing that he might have misheard. “Mr. Stark?”

“We’ve gotta work together if we’re going to get the princess back to Earth with her family, if that means zipping a lip to avoid being distracted then that’s what we’ve gotta do.” He gave his protege a final nod before turning back to the sorcerer. “Tell me you’ve got a plan, ‘cause I’ve got nothing.”

“As a matter of fact, I think I do. A moment of your time if you will,” Strange pounded his fists together in a shockingly fluid and quick motion, it almost looked like he was participating in a secret handshake by himself. Soon enough, a bright orange portal appeared before him displaying an odd sort of study. Peter tilted his head as the doctor stood up and simply walked in as if he had done it a thousand times before, which he probably had, and walked out with a small ornate looking brush colored in teal and decorated in golden embroidery. The colors matched perfectly with your armor and your royal robes, Peter had no doubt that it was yours.

“The princess, as intelligent and cunning as she is, can be quite forgetful sometimes.” He reached into your hairbrush pulling out a single strand of your hair. In an instant, he stretched it far between his two fingers and the hair illuminated as if it were kissed by the sun. Strange walked from his seat to the exit of the quinjet, soon making large motions with the hair and letting it metamorphasize from a small strand into a huge whip. With another whisk of his magic fingers, the whip had turned into a large ring, focusing on some sort of land that Peter could only describe as out of this world.

Strange walked back into the quinjet and sure he looked a little smug when he did, but Peter didn’t care. At least his cockiness was easily justified.

“Is that where she is?” Peter asked swallowing the lump that had somehow formed in his throat.

“Definitely,” Thor started to lean out of his chair when he spoke. “I recognize the kingdom, there is no doubt that the wizard’s magic has located her.”

“Actually, I’m not a wizard more like a supreme sorcerer-”

“Alright then kids, we have our heading, and we can’t keep this portal open forever,” Tony cut the ‘wizard’ off, looking back at his other teammates. “Anyone have a plan?”

---

“Daughter of Odin, you look absolutely stunning!” You looked into the vanity mirror of a large dressing room that had been provided for you for your wedding day. You stared at yourself silently, focusing over the work that had been done to you. A soft shade of pastel blue had been brushed on the lids of your eyes, along with a slick thick black line sharpening its way out of your eyelids. With a light touch of foundation, a nude lipstick, and a form-fitting wedding dress to complete your outfit, you undoubtedly looked like a bride, but in your heart, you felt nothing short of an alien’s prisoner.

“Do I?” You asked slowly standing up from the vanity taking a few steps back to see the entire look. The sweetheart neckline and underlying corset seemed to be conforming your figure in one that made your already beautiful attributes protrude into something foreign to you. A golden necklace adorned your neck covering almost the entirety of your shoulders and collar bones. Your hair wasn’t in its usual style but now was being pinned up in five golden rods, almost as if the sun’s rays were peeking over your head with a lace veil hanging from behind. Everyone else must have imagined that you thought yourself beautiful, but inside you could hardly feel yourself breathing.

There was a sudden knock at the door pulling you out of your grief for a moment only to recognize that someone was here. Your apparent handmaiden rushed to the door, opening it quickly only to bow so low that her entire body nearly touched the ground.

“Tell the daughter of Odin that the ceremony will begin in but a moment,” the gruff voice said. You couldn’t even be bothered to turn your gaze.

“Yes, milord. I will prepare her to walk promptly.” The door slammed again and the smaller alien girl came by your side again. “My lady?”

“What.” You didn’t mean for your voice to come out as cold as it did, but could you really help it? You were miserable. To this poor girl, you must have seemed like the evil queen getting ready to snake her way to the throne. Little did she know, how much you would have preferred to be anywhere but here. Even if it meant being in the wreckage of your homeland, that was, if there was anything left of it.

“Ah… well... it seems that the ceremony will be starting soon milady… your marriage ceremony.”

“So it seems.” You couldn’t even stand to look at your reflection any longer and turned your body towards the door staring at the open entrance.

“Shall we go?” She almost seemed afraid to ask you. Her fear wasn’t misplaced, if you still had fight in you, you could have undoubtedly sent her to her knees with less than a flick of your fingers. Lucky for her, you were extinguished, your passion to fight for Midgard utterly snuffed out. In your eyes, this ceremony was your fight for Midgard, it was the only way to ensure the realm’s safety.

“Tell me honestly,” You turned your icy gaze to her sending shivers down the handmaiden’s spine. “Do I have much of a choice?” Her reaction was almost instant, her head snapped in a lowly bow.

“Forgive me your highness...but we must leave.” She took a moment to grab a bouquet of foreign flowers. They were large and gaudy looking but this seemed to be nothing in comparison to the other problems you had currently.

You could have laughed in pity. “I see. It seems I don’t then. Very well, let us finish this foolishness quickly.”

The girl stood in front of you quickly taking the veil that was tucked away before over your eyes and soon you were walking away, moving towards the chapel’s hall. Your heart seemed to crack a tinge with every step that you took. As the grand chapel doors swung open with a loud creak, thousands of people rose to turn and look at you as the door slowly creaked back close. Your eyes may have been dead and emotionless, but inside you felt like vomiting all over the royal carpeting.

Regardless, you kept walking a choir of nimbans singing sweetly as you made your arrival. An alien orchestra swelled with passionate music. You looked through the veil’s lace to see Percius standing at the end of the aisle, hands folded contempt behind his back and an ever-present charming smile plastered on his face. You wish you could have slapped that stupid smirk clear off of him.

You made your way to the altar and stood opposed to him after the handmaiden lifted the veil off of your face. Your anguish started to mix with agony. Thor and Loki should have been the ones walking you down your wedding aisle, not this stranger. The music slowed and quieted down as the minister lowered his upraised arms signaling the guests to take their seats.

“We are gathered here today in holy matrimony, to bind both the kingdoms and souls of two individuals who are destined to bring our realm to prosperity.” You didn’t even look into your future husband’s eyes as the minister continued.

“Our kingdom has been blessed with a heaven that rains down visions of the future. The sky is our guide, and as evidenced by its brilliant color,” He took a moment to motion to it with one hand. Percius didn’t lie, the sky was absolutely gorgeous. “A bright future must lay ahead for our soon to be king and queen.” The sky looked like some sort of kaleidoscope, colors of orange, pink, red and violet continued to morph in the heavens. Barely a cloud floated past as your eyes glanced at the few planets that seemed to be in close orbit.

“Today is the beginning of a prosperous destiny, the skies deem it so!” He took a moment to look between the two of you. “And it all begins, with this ceremony.” He smiled quietly before continuing the service. “I ask you now to take one another’s hands.”

Percius couldn’t have grabbed your hands sooner. You guessed it was to keep the public from knowing how much you despised him. “You look absolutely ravishing, my love,” He whispered softly as you finally looked into his eyes.

“To you perhaps.” You replied your expression not faltering from its emotionless state. He only smiled in return, but you could see the toxicity in his smile seem to leak out of him, almost like an overflowing dam.

“As the heavens as our witness, as well as the entirety of our kingdom’s people, the time has come to bind these two lover’s hearts as one.” You felt your heart start to beat out of your body, and your chest began to rise and fall as if you had been running for miles on end. Oh god, it was happening, you were about to be wed to this monster.

“I only ask that if any parties deem this matrimony unfit to continue to speak now or forever hold your peace.” To anyone else, it might have looked like your eyes were leaking tears of joy. But you knew the truth, they were tears of sorrow.

“Shall anyone present evidence to ensure that this holy union cease to take place?”

There was a huge slam and the pair of doors that you had walked down only minutes before were now skidding across the floor as if they’d been flicked by a giant.

“Yeah, I’ve got a couple of words!”

Your heart dropped and your head snapped to the entrance to see Peter standing at the end of the aisle chest heaving heavily as your brothers, Tony Stark and Doctor Strange stood behind him.

“We’re here to take you home princess, away from this Strato-shithead!”

“Again with the cursing?! Kid, we need to have a serious talk when we get home about your language-”

“Peter!!!” You shrieked his name with absolute joy. For the first time during this entire ceremony you had finally showed a trace of joy, and it looked beautiful on you.

You picked up the front of your dress gearing yourself to rush forward to Peter so that you’d never have to let go of him again, but you felt someone grab onto your forearm digging nails into your skin.

“You will be going nowhere with my bride.”

You saw Loki’s face transform into something absolutely ugly, seething with rage you had only seen when he had been taken back to Asgard as a prisoner. “You’ll wish you never laid a hand on my sister, whence I slice that wrist from her arm!”

Thor said nothing snide in return, he only rushed forward along with the rest of the Avengers hollering with a bloody rage, hands, and arms crackling with electricity.

You turned back to Percius, seemingly having switched expressions; yours full of charm and spite, his grey and full of fear.

“You will regret ever laying your eyes on me.” You took the hand that was free and opened it quickly your dagger materializing in your hand. You swiped furiously with a scream causing the entire crowd to shriek in fear as Percius’s hand dropped from your arm onto the floor.

“YOU WENCH!!” He bellowed his other hand flying to his wounded arm as he dropped to a knee.

You started running again as the chapel erupted in a panic, soldiers suddenly leaving their posts to run after you and the Avengers. “Peter!!!” You cried again.

He called out your name while thwipping one web from each hand on a pew practically slingshotting himself into your open arms, hugging you so tight you thought he might have broken your spine all together. You didn’t care if he broke your spine or any other bones. As long as he held you in his arms, nothing could harm you. No injury or ailment could possibly compare to the pain that you felt when you thought you had lost him forever. Now, you were absolutely sure without a doubt, he was your one true love, no prince of a foreign realm could ever compare to him.

“I love you.” You whispered quickly your eyes scanning him with fear, joy, and affection all at once. You felt like your heart was spilling.

You rolled his mask above his nose and kissed him, slamming your mouth on him crying while you did. You held his face in your hands fearing that if you let go for even a moment he would disappear from you altogether. You parted from him, breathing heavily as you touched your forehead to his. He opened his mouth to confess to you, but not before Thor’s voice could be heard echoing throughout the chapel not giving him a moment to register what had even happened.

“Get her out of here spiderling!” Thor shouted as he barrelled into a group of guards thunder cracking on impact.

“Got it!” Peter grabbed your legs in one of your arms and supported your back in the other pressing you close to his chest. “Can you hold on princess?”

You threw the veil and pins from out of your hair and let it flow out against your neck. You shook it from its forced neatness and your crown formed on your head instantly as you reclaimed your identity. You were no Nimban Queen, you were Odin’s daughter, princess of Asgard and sister to the Gods of mischief and thunder.

You didn’t even bother trying to wipe away your tears. “Believe me, I will never let go of you again.” Your arms wrapped around his neck, and he started to use one hand to support you creating a web over the arch of the now busted doorway. Soon, you were in the air flying with him wind brushing through your hair as you moved through the castle. Peter created webs in a fluid motion, not stopping for a minute until you were out of the castle and back on your feet running towards the poorly parked quinjet that sat on top of what you could only guess was the royal gardens.

“As soon as I let the team know, Doctor Strange is gonna like portal us out of here and we can get back to Earth!”

“I’d like to see you try!!” You turned around to see Percius standing weakly holding a sword in his one hand, the other still dripping blood from where you amputated it. He had a crazed look in his eye and his once charming smile now looked demonic stretching from ear to ear as he fought back laughter.

“Now, I care not of our marriage,” He shouted walking forward. “The only ring I’d like to see you in my dear is one around your neck hanging from a six meter high gallow!!”

You grabbed your two daggers at your side. “Not that I care of what happens with you, but this could have been avoided Percius,” You snarled tossing them in the air and catching them again. “Had it not been for your blinding ego, you could have gotten married to someone else with your dignity and your hand still intact!”

“SILENCE!!!”

You both ran towards one another quickly but before you could collide you leaped into the air flipping over Percius to the ground behind him. “PETER!” You shouted quickly. Peter knew instantly what to do almost as if your thoughts were synchronized and sprayed him in web causing him to fall off balance face forward into the ground. You knelt behind him pressing a knee into his back causing him to scream in agony.

“I will show you mercy Percius if you allow me to.”

“Never,” he spat a glob of spit onto the floor as he continued to thrash and scream. “I will never allow a witch like you show me mercy,”

“You are blinded by your own foolishness again.” You hissed into his ear. “If you relinquish your chase of me you will still be able to rule your country, your people, your home.” You took your dagger pressing it into his back. “Don’t make me take all that you have away from you as you did me.” He said nothing only breathed heavily as you continued to restrain him.

“Princess, we’ve gotta go,” Peter said cautiously.

“...You will leave this place.” Percius said finally. “And never return.”

“That’s all I needed to hear,’ You grabbed him by the web roped that restrained him and lifted him by it placing him next to the nearest wall. Peter came beside you and webbed him to his castle before taking your hand looking into your eyes seemingly to start to pick up from when you had kissed him.

“I don’t understand…” Percius croaked. “What does this Midgardian have that I don’t possess… why do you love him and not I?”

You smiled taking your hand, brushing it against Peter’s cheek. You didn’t even grace Percius with an answer, you only started making your way back to the quinjet in a quick jog while Peter informed the rest of the Avengers that they had gotten to the ship safely and were ready to leave.

After sitting in the jet, the rest of the Avengers arrived via Stranges portal and you found yourself together again. You rushed towards your brothers and hugged them tightly.

“Thank the Nords you have returned to us….” Loki whispered into your hair. You nodded softly in their arms.

“Let’s go home…”

---

You returned to the compound, all in one piece and all much happier than when you had last left it. The rest of the team had gathered to discuss what needed to be done in order to restore the poor town that you all had helped destroyed thanks to Percius’ army, leaving you and Peter alone to talk. You stood outside on the balcony of your room with Peter overlooking the forest greenery of Midgard, breathing in the pine and relishing in it.

“So I heard you were the calm headed hero in the midst of chaos,” You said quietly your eyes glancing to his from the side.

“I was pretty confident I was going to get an Asgardian ass-whopping when I did but yeah,” he smiled at you. “If it was for you, I wouldn’t really care,”

“How heroic,” You beamed at him. You turned yourself to him fully and cupped his face in one hand. “You really are my knight in shining armor,”

Peter blushed a bright cherry red and placed one of his hands over yours leaning in closer to you. “I know I’m not some foreign prince who’s swimming in money but...for you…I’d cross an ocean, I’d give up my spidey suit, I’d… I’d even go to another flash party.”

You couldn’t help but snort, your eyes squinting as you smiled. “I know you would, I’d do the same for you, Peter.”

He leaned even closer. “I’d even…ask your two terrifying god brothers if I could date you and risk a knife to the leg and a thunderbolt to the chest…” He whispered suppressing a laugh. “You want to know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I love you…” He gave you a quick peck on your lips before pulling back and gazing into your eyes. “You do know that...right?”

You threw your arms around him kissing him quicker than he had standing on your toes to reach him. You pulled back breathless. “I do Peter…” You brushed his brown locks behind his ear.

“I do.

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Chonky Spider-Tober Prompt dump (12-19)

200+ Words per Prompt, Feedback appreciated.

(Be prepped for a lot of Lore for Funnels Earth, don’t be afraid to send Asks seeking an explanation of things though, I’ll explain gladly)\

Minor Warning:

Mention of Gunshot Wounds

Minor Profanity use

Scars

Day 12: Cold

Beanies over full-face masks look rather stupid, a token reason Funnel had forgone such a thing in exchange for a cotton-lined Pauper hat. The only problem was that with no receivers for the bioelectric seaming, this piece of headgear was sailing off his head almost every second swing. The Winter streets below echoed with the frantic shouting of the Spider, his once elegant travel turned into a display most akin to a cat in heat, darting across the air to retrieve his hat in every instance it joined the snow in their act of falling. Kyles never wholly disliked the cold, but his perspective changed after swinging around so much. “Gotcha!” he cried as they scooped their hat up from midair once more, posture going lax with relief upon his landing upon an old billboard. “This hats more trouble than it's worth, but I’d really rather not risk getting a literal brain freeze...” “Do you really like hats that much? You seriously could’ve just worn a scarf or something.” The ever investigative tones of their partner Kamala breaking the silence of the thought-to-be inactive comm line, catching the Spider off-guard and nearly causing him to drop the hat again. “Jesus Kamala, were you listening to all that?” “You bet, it's amazing how often you keep forgetting to disconnect all the time.”

Day 13: Sidekick

“Just a minute asshole, since when did I become your sidekick?”

“What? We’ve worked together a few times now, besides you’re… clearly younger.” Kyles clenched at the fists, mask furrowing quite visibly to mimic a low, angered brow. “Seriously!? You’ve been at this for how long compared to me and you think I’m just gonna happily be your sidekick?” The Defender fell silent. Funnel could see the moment of unsureness cross his face before they let out a response, “Okay well... But I’ve saved your life! That's gotta be worth something, huh kid?” “Nighthawk, look, I’m thankful for what you’ve done for me, I truly am. All I’m saying maybe you’re taking this a bit too far, I’ve got no interest playing Sidekick to anyone.” Even if he didn’t want to admit it, the Defenders were certainly right to call this guy rather self-centred, another one in the shortlist of things they agreed on. Nighthawk could see his chances slipping, and went to grasp for some kind of bribe, “But I can pay you! I can get you a better suit! Better Webs!. '' Kyles had certainly heard it all now, expression unchanged as the only thing left to do was walk out, “Get yourself a better attitude, then we’ll talk.” disappearing out the closest skylight without so much as a noise.

Day 14: Winter Suit

The dust pile coating the old closet interior kicked up into Jonathan's face, causing the unfortunate soul to become blasted with a hail of months old dust. “When the hell did you guys last clean this thing!?” Kyles sputtered through his sleeve as he shook the old hairs & dirt off of him. Darcy’s voice echoed from the bathroom down the hall in response, “Beats me, I asked Phil to clean that last month! Remind him if you see him, ‘kay Kyles?” “Yes Miss Marko!” With only minimal dust to complicate things, Jonathan began sifting through the bulging racks of downright ancient jackets, humming to himself as they inspected whatever caught their eye. Whilst he had claimed his want for a different jacket was just to mix things up, he was desperately on the search for whatever he could assemble as part of his more ‘lower-temperature’ suits. His past 2 weeks braving a New York Winter for the first time had left him barely wanting to even get out of bed. But he knew eventually Mayday would kill him if he kept the suit stuck underneath his bed for more than a week. “Do we have any fur jackets?” “Fur Jackets?! What are we, rich?” an unfortunate eavesdropper on Kyle’s own ramblings, Miss Marko barked from her porcelain palace, “Come on Johnny! It's not like you’re in the cold that long, man up!”

Day 15: Scars

“This? Bullpup Slug clipped my thigh.”

Her pale skin exposed to the harsh, crude old lighting, the interested Teens could see the splotches of raw skin faintly, like accidental paint dots blemishing an otherwise perfect canvas. Leaned in from their seats at the table, the young heroes marvelled silently at Chetz’s aging wounds, seeing it as something of a mark of dedication than a past injury. “Alright, someone else’s turn.” Silence struck the dilapidated warehouse room before someone stepped up to the plate. “Alright, Let me see what I got.” Raising a gloved band to his tightly affixed Vest, Patriot popped a button or two, “Funnel, remember the mob front we took down a month or two back in Upper Harlem?”

Eyes darted towards the Spider. His telescopic lenses shooting wide in surprise, his agape mouth shielded by the mask. “So you DID get shot?” He blurted out, curled fingers rapping against the rusted metal bench they all resided, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Patriot shook his head in return, gripping his thick undershirt and pulling it up to reveal. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“You got shot!”

“I got better.”

Funnel arched himself over his chair, head staring up into the dingy, grime coated ceiling lights. “Christ Patey, If all our adventures don’t kill you, I will myself someday.

Day 16: Movie

“Snacks too? I don’t want to take too much of your money...”

Chetznakova didn’t listen, shoving the note into his arms and strutting past him towards the snack booth, followed quickly by Kamala & Elijah. Kyles had no other choice but to follow, kicking off his heel to catch up with them once more, “I’ll try not to get too much, I’d-“

“Jonathan. Seriously, It’s fine.” It hardly felt that way for him, spider-senses rendering them alert to the prying eyes of public onlookers. Compared to his friends, he didn’t look like the sort to be hanging around this part of town. “I-... Okay.” The harsh lighting of the tiled snack booth bathed the quartet of teens in light, reflecting off the weathered plastic candy containers that they began to pick at with the aid of equally small shovels. “I’ve been waiting to see this movie for a while, you guys?” Looking to change the subject to another topic, he gazed towards his compatriots, waiting to see who would receive & answer.

“Saw the first movie last month, didn’t look like a bad idea to see the sequel when you guys offered.” Chetz relayed, scooping a handful of sour gummy-bears into her snack bag. “It reminds me though, we hitting any more places after this?”

Day 17: Town

KA-CHING

A momentary transaction brought the fresh paper bag into his grasp, weighed down by its cargo as it dangled lightly in the air. “Thanks Sir!”The Spiders eyes fell onto the Umbrakenite to his right, staring her featureless costume in its face. The Shadow-being met his gaze with the void of her own, almost motionless as light ceased around her. “What.”“Say Thank you.”Her head noticeably twitched in confusion, “Sorry, What?”Funnel gestured to the employee at the register, clearly too deep into his graveyard shift to emote to any substantial degree. “He let us buy snacks”“So? That’s his job.”Knocking his head back, the Funnel-Web pulled the shopping bag to his side, “Y-... Whatever Let's go.” Turning on his heel to brush past the counter and onto the short path outside, Dusk followed without a moment's hesitation, taking to his side in an instant. “Did we get those Chips Patriot wanted?”

“Yes.” Parting the bag open with a thumb to double-check its contents before scrunching it back closed in a fist. “...Do you want your thing yet?” choosing to look past her lack of gratitude for the team being, he awaited her answer.

“...Yes, Thank You.” A surge of momentary anger dashed through his system, snapping in & out of gaze with the Unregistered as they frustratingly reach into their bag and snatch a carton of Orange Juice from within, thrusting it into her grasp in their attempt to avoid doing anything overly aggressive

Day 18: Luck

The moments between the bullet graze & the ensuing pain certainly made top-list of worst moments Kyles ever had this week. An almost deadly High-caliber round piercing the dense mesh of his suit as the albeit minor impact still sent him flailing through the sky, buckling the reinforced steel of a car roof upon touchdown with the street. The aches of a bruised back paled in comparison to the torn flesh & muscle of his left arm, a holeshot clean through the Spiders tricep and leaving him to bleed across his side and the dented metal of some unfortunate person car.

Sensations dulled as the world around him began to fade, the blinking lenses of his mask informing its hazy user of the blood they’ve lost before coming to reap the consequences of such loss, vision going dark as the disturbing bliss of silence washed over them…

“Jonathan...”

The word prodded at his subconscious like a fly, persisting as the world around the Spider began slowly, yet surely creeping back into conscious. Shapes formed, colours came into sight, and the fuzzy blob in the near-distance was saying something.

“Woah Woah, stay still there Kyles, We-... You’re still hurt.”

Without so much as thinking, the wounded youth shifted his feet, unable to feel them underneath the electric blanket coating them, inciting a tired groan of partial panic & frustration.

“The hell did I just say?! Just… Lay down okay? You’re lucky to even be awake right now after that.”

Day 19: Freestyle

Kyles always considered himself to have a weird relationship with pets, minor allergies aside, he enjoyed their presence, yet whenever one got close, strings of panic never failed to dart his mind, feeling as if at any point they would grow hostile and attack him, and now? His latent fears had paid off after so long. His soles met the intricate ceiling with a hard thud, curling up with his hat firmly within hold as Miss Hardy's ravenous cats hissed and leapt in an attempt to claw & maim the intruder, their wild scampering rousing the attention of their owner from their slumber.

“Castel!?! What’s all the noise about-”

“Uh… Hello Miss Hardy!”

Her snow-white hair frayed and her night-gown creased, Felicia Hardy gazed upwards to the unexpected entry, currently cowering in fear on the ceiling to escape her… aggressive family.

Furrowing her wrinkled brow, she reached the cat bell from the high-shelf and jostled it, the piercing brass-on-brass echoing across the room and bringing the ravenous feline herd to a stop. “Run along now children, Mommy has business.” a dismissive gesture scattering them in flocks back to their mundane cat lives.

“Th-Thank you Miss Hardy.”

“Save it Little Spider, Care to explain what you’re doing here?”

The affectionate nicknames never failed to irk Kyles the wrong way, feeling the hair stand up on his arms as he fumbled for his purpose of coming here.

“Its Barracuda, I think he's sent someone after you.”

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