#+ the stupid shitty new '''''spiderman'''''

[rjalker]

here's my tags from that post because I'm right.

Billionaire fictional characters being considered good people is propaganda, and the same with fictional millionaires.

And if you see people criticizing this, or even just saying, "Hey, it'd be nice if this rich character did more to help poor people" and your immediate response is to leap to the defense of the disgustingly rich character?

Guess what?

The propaganda is working!!!

[applecherry108]

So I have never spent any amount of time looking at a map of nyc in all my 31 years of life, so getting on Google maps and staring and studying and Realizing™️ some shit has been hilarious and surreal.

I did not know that their famous subway does not connect to Staten Island.

They were not kidding, that island is Long

The Statue of Liberty is technically in New Jersey waters???

The statue is way further inland (in-bay?) than I realized.

Hell’s Kitchen is larger than I gave it credit for

It’s also like. A block away from Times Square

It always fucks me up that Central Park is. So. Rectangular. Perfectly rectangular. I Know nyc is “a grid system mf” but the park still looks like that image of Colorado superimposed on a natural borders map of the us. It looks weird.

I am not, however, surprised at how fucking massive the park is. I Knew one (1) thing about the city, and it was that.

I truly did not understand that the City is on 3 separate fucking islands. Like I know I have no concept of anything and I know I’ve never had any special interest in nyc, but the more I look at it the more I feel like I’ve never absorbed any information about it ever in my life.

Yonkers.

[stickymolasses]

NEW SLANG

pairing: harry osborn (marvels spiderman 2 ps5) x reader (no use of y/n, not gendered)

summary: you are a young adult who had to put a pause on your schooling due to unforeseen circumstances. you work at a cotton candy stand on coney island and harry and you chat, perhaps leading to a new beginning for the both of you.

characters: harry osborn, peter parker, mary jane watson

warnings: mention of gambling, writer being stupid :3

an: hello! this is my first fic on this blog. if you like this first chapter let me know and i'll write another one! i have never really written fanfiction on tumblr or at least never uploaded on here but i figured i'd give it a try. i love harry in spidey ps5 so badddd and there just aren't enough fics for him :> be on the lookout for another an at the end of the fic! i don't really know how this stuff works yet but if you're interested in being put on my tags list for this work let me know!

Coney Island was so beautiful at this time of night. The night sky was illuminated with the sparkling shine that the entertainment district gave off. Despite the enchanting scenery, a sense of melancholy enveloped you on this particular night. The realization of your current situation hit home as a teenage girl, clad in an Empire State University sweater, approached your cotton candy stand—a stark reminder of why you were working here. 

You could’ve been in her shoes if not for the string of unfortunate events that unfolded in quick succession. Moving out of your aunt and uncle's place had been challenging due to the soaring living costs in New York City. To make matters worse, your ex-lover's reckless gambling had drained your finances, forcing you to put a pause on your education. The dream of becoming a great astronomer remained unfulfilled, and instead, you found yourself working at a shitty cotton candy stand.

Nights like these were bustling, contributing to your current state of dismay. The boardwalk teemed with people, immersed in the company of their significant others and friends—something you currently lacked.

The lingering summer heat made you sweat a little. Adjusting your uniform, you opened the topmost button, and as you looked up, three people stood before you—two redheads and a brunette. "Hi, welcome to Coney Cotton Candy. What can I get for you guys?"

You smile and greet your customers with as much delight as you can conjure. One of the redheads, a very handsome young man, opens his mouth to speak but quickly closes it and furrows his eyebrows instead. 

You greeted your customers with a forced delight. The handsome young man among them hesitated before making his order. His friend, addressed as Pete, clarified the order, and the other two in the group walked away, seemingly a couple. 

“Alright, can we get three of the little cones?” He fumbled through his wallet, and you noticed his striking green eyes. As you handed back his credit card, his gaze lingered in a way that made your stomach twist. 

“Have we met before? I feel like I know you,” he pondered.

“Um, I don’t think so. Maybe you’ve shopped here before?” you suggested, playing it cool.

“Did you go to Midtown High? Or maybe you went to Empire State?” he continued. 

“I went to ESU. I couldn't finish my degree, though–unforeseen circumstances,” you replied, throwing up finger quotes. He looked sympathetic, a reaction that both touched and frustrated you.  

“I’m sorry, I’ve had some of those lately too. I graduated from ESU in ‘21. What were you studying?” The line behind him grew, and despite wanting to chat further, you had a job to do. 

“Astronomy. I’m sorry, but there are customers behind you,” you said, cutting the conversation short. He apologized to the people in line, turning to leave but hesitating for a moment. 

“When you get off tonight, come meet me at the Speed Demon!” he called back. 

“Please!”

As you continued working, typing into the cash register, and dealing with an impatient mother, you awaited the hour when you would be free.  

You sigh, locking the register and slinging your tote bag over your shoulder. The remainder of your shift proved fairly uninteresting after your run-in with the man with pretty green eyes. Walking across the park, you take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the Atlantic. The waves crash on the shore, creating a soothing backdrop to your uncertain life.

When you arrive at the Speed Demon, the designated meeting spot with the intriguing young man from earlier, you find him leaning casually against the head requirement chart.

"How did you know when I got off work?" you question him, suspicion coloring your tone.

"It said the booth closes at midnight on weekends. I only assumed you wouldn’t have to stay much later than that," he replies, eyeing your face and studying your expressions.

"So, why did you want to meet with me?" you inquire again.

“You said you were studying to be an astronomer, right?” he replies, matter-of-factly.

“Yes, but I told you I couldn’t get my degree. I—”

He cuts you off, “It doesn’t matter; are you good at it?”

“I mean, yes, I would hope so. It’s the only thing I’ve ever been passionate about. I wanted to heal the environment, starting with the stars.” He smirks and looks at his feet, shuffling them.

“Well, would you be interested in not working at Coney Cotton Candy? N-Not that this job isn’t worth your time or anything…” He stumbles over his words a little, getting to his point.

“What are you saying?” Your left eyebrow kicks up in curiosity at his remarks.

“I have a startup foundation in Manhattan. I’m trying to gather as many great scientists and innovators as I can. You seem like a great fit, and it could help you finish your studies.” He smiles wide, and you note that his teeth are perfect.

“Why should you hire some person you don’t know? Isn’t that a little bit sketchy?” You place your hands in your thin jacket pockets and fidget around a little bit, thinking. If he is serious about this, you could kiss him. You would rather work any job other than your current one, no matter a real job where you can actually do what you went to school for.

“You just have that look in your eyes; I can see what type of person you are. You want to help people too. We’d still have to do a real interview, of course; I need to make sure you’re qualified.” He laughs, and his eyes sparkle with enthusiasm; he means what he says.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt.” You roll your neck around a few times, tired from a day's work.

He holds his hand out for you to shake it, and you do.

“We are going to heal the world.”

“So, you haven’t even told me your name yet,” he remarks, walking by your side to the subway station.

“I can say the same thing about you, mystery man. If you weren’t so handsome, I would think you were just some creep trying to murder me,” you admit, probably a little bit too honestly.

He gasps and places a hand on his chest, in faux offense. “I would never, and my name is Harry. Harry Osborn.”

You tell him your name, and he repeats it to himself a few times under his breath. “That's a nice name; it suits you.”

He looks at you, as you are examining your feet. You feel his gaze on you but don’t want to scare him away, so you continue to feign interest in the floor.

“What happened to the people you were with earlier? They ditch you?” you ask, curious about the whereabouts of the group he was with earlier.

“I told them I had some work stuff to do, and they didn’t ask many questions. It was date night for them anyway. I was kind of third-wheeling.” He lets out a small laugh at the admission.

The two of you continue to engage in small talk throughout your walk. When you eventually reach your destination, he stops you.

“Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for giving me the time of day. Not just anyone would do that; you said it yourself, I could have been some kind of psycho freak murderer.” He pauses for a second, opening his mouth and closing it again, thinking about his next words. “I have to be honest, I really wanted to talk to you because I thought you were beautiful; it just helped that you were exactly what my startup is looking for.”

You feel heat rising to your face due to his gentle compliment. Since your last relationship, no one had ever called you beautiful; they only ever called you asking for a check. “Thanks, you’re not too bad yourself. I seriously hope I knock that interview out of the park; I’d rather not go back to slinging cotton candy.”

He chuckles and shakes your hand again, clasping over it with his other hand, lingering for a while. “I’ll see you then.”

part 2: here an: hello! what did you think? reader lowkey miserable until harry shows up LOL. i really wanna do fun stuff with this story idk. i am hoping it came across the way i imagined it! i just like need harry carnally and i realized no one was gonna write about him so i had to take matters into my own hands.

[s0apmactav1sh]

Its been a hot minute friends. I am currently going through a shitty ass time but here have me waffling about my fic im trying to write.

(This isnt an update, i just need to qrite something before i disappear for a bit over shit thats happening)

Crawler, the nickname given to you by the 141 after they got used to you casually crawling around the ceiling so it just came naturally to them to start teasing you with the nickname whenever the found you having a fit and giving out about the recruits while sitting upside down on the roof.

"Ya alright there crawler?" With how usually it was to find you in the prediment you were in right now it was no secret you didnt like the recruits you dealt with on the daily "No! How do they even survive on missions. My gods-" Cue Gaz listening for an entire hour as you ramble on about every mistake made by each individule recruit, names given and all. Once you stop your out of breathe and glaring at gaz because of the stupid grin hes been giving you. "What are you smiling at?" "You."

Spiderman kisses. No matter what no matter where. Could be in a random hallway, an office the debriefing room or any of there rooms at this point with how much time you spend with them. Soaps always the one looking for them no matter if you agrue that your nothing like a spider and he is being silly. But still you give in to the puppy eyes the werewolf man gives you. Your quite the sucker for them.

"No way am I hanging upside down because you want a kiss!" The way soaps ears droop and his tail lessens in wagging has you feeling guilty but what truly sticks it to you is the puppy dog eyes he now has to try convince you. Lips so prettily pouted and everything and who are you to deny that face. Even if you huff and groan as you geting yourself situated and crouched on the ceiling. So he can kiss you like in the spiderman movies. And as soon as its over Soaps rushing off to gaz to bloat over what you did.

Ghost somehow being the one to discover the ear bursting screech you let out when anyones hand even remotely brushes off your tail. He didnt even mean to purposely do it and the wraith was so thankful he was already dead bc the screech you had let out when his fingers lightly touched off the tip was enough to have him wincing and covering his ears to protect them.

It was a pure accident. He didnt even realise he had come in contact with your tail until you let out a horrifyingly loud screech that had him covering his ears. "Jesus. What on gods green earth was that. Are you some sort of banshee aswell." Before he can even get an answer out of you, your gone having bolted for the door as soon as that sound left your lips. What an awkward interaction that leaves you both walking on eggshells around each other.

Price deciding with all the time youve been around and the fact that his boys seem to trust you he adds you to his horde. But in a way that you dont realise that you apart of it. It starts off with him patting your back after missions amd saying goodjob, even if you were just look out. Then it moves on to him giving you random things, youve been eyeing up a new pair of gloves? Hes bought them and left them outside your door the next morning before you woke up. Its not until he leaves one of his scales on top of your desk that your realise what was happen but still you kinda oblivious so you just pocket the scale and run your fingers over it for good luck before every mission.

Ever since the others had become more comfortable and accepting with you on the team Price had bene thinking of making you a part of his horde. You'd be just like his boys, the centerpiece the thing he cared about the most. So whenever he saw your dule eyes light up at the sight of new gloves or a weapon he knew the way of winning you over was sneakily gifting you little presents. Without your gruad up so much it was easier to tell that you were a bit oblivious. Certain signs and things not processing in your mind. So when he leaves the scale down hes not sure if youll even see it but sure enough he manages to walk past your room, stopping when he see you slip the scale into the pocket of your gear before walking away with a goofy smile on his face. You may not know that your now his, but hey you will soon enough when the rest of the boys give you something of significance to them.

-

Silly rambles. Ok ima go take my meds and cry myself to sleep I might bring back king!price at like 4 am tonight.

[dazai-fan-page]

Had to explain why I don't fuck w/ certain types of anime fans to a friend bc they asked if it was hypocritical of me to say that while also saying to kill cringe culture and actually that was a good point so:

I don't dislike people who are cringe or weird or whatever the fuck is the new thing that's "too far", but there are a lot of anime fans that are just straight up disrespectful and shitty for no reason. And I'm not here for that.

I don't like people that insist you're not an anime fan if you haven't seen [insert show here, usually naruto or one piece]. Bc that's stupid. You could say that you can't call yourself an expert on an anime you haven't seen but you don't get to gatekeep a whole ass genre. That's like saying you're not really a comic fan if you haven't read every batman comic ever when all you said was you really like spiderman comics.

I don't like people who seem to think that Americans are the target audience for anime or refuse to accept that it was written from a different cultural perspective.

And I don't like people who are dicks to people over characters they like.

I have more shit I don't fuck with but it gets hyperspecific so I'll leave it at that.

[not100bees]

wait what has the reaction to amazing spiderman been? trying to contextualise your post

Okay so for a little context, in 2022 there was a new volume of Amazing Spider-Man primarily written by writer Zeb Wells (Who is really really good by the way, If you want to get into X-Men comics, I highly recommend reading House of X/Powers of X and then just reading all of Hellions, It's really really good. It's all of the good parts of Suicide Squad stuff with none of the bad parts) that is pretty good but in it at the beginning everybody's really really mad at Peter for reasons that haven't been explained and Mary Jane is with another guy, Paul. It gets revealed that one day Peter and Mary Jane basically got sucked into a pretty standard alternate dimension where time moves faster than in the real world. It's also shitty and post-apocalyptic, but in it they meet Paul who's like a normal guy who has been surviving in the alternate dimension for a while for stupid comic book reasons Paul saves Peter from a no-win situation by using the one escape like button or whatever. I don't remember back to the real dimension. Peter was only in the ultimate dimension for like 30 minutes but a week has passed so he realizes what's going on and alienates everybody who cares about him in the mad rush to try to rescue Mary Jane as quick as possible. He makes some dumb moves but I think like it's pretty clearly telegraphed that he's just trying to work as fast as possible and isn't thinking straight but in a couple of days he manages to reverse engineer the button with the help of Norman Osborne who is good now I guess I'm not really up to date on my Spider-Man lore. I mostly just read this because I really really like the writer. And anyways he rescues Paul and Mary Jane and also the kids they adopted. Please don't worry about the kids. I do not want to get into the kids and I quite frankly don't understand the kids. They're not important. But anyways, because of the time dilation Paul and Mary Jane have been surviving in the post-apocalyptic hell dimension for like years and years and Mary Jane eventually like got over. Peter and got with Paul but even though Peter knows that it's been years, he doesn't feel it and there's like an argument and Paul punches Peter and like there's an arc about Peter like learning to get on with Mary Jane, even though she's his ex and he's just sort of growing as a person and getting over the really dark place he was in and all the people he alienated it's good.

The reaction has been most importantly people being really really nasty to the writer and the artist and just horrible generally. Even the people who aren't like forming a hate brigade for the real life person, they've been really nasty about like Paul's "stealing" Peter's girl and being weird and incel-ly about Mary Jane and just not shutting up about Paul being Spider-Man's greatest villain. I'm going to have to snort grass to counteract writing this post. But I do it for you, my beloved audience.

[krisseratops]

Hi! How about A9, B9 and C6? Oh, and D10!

Hiiii hon! Alright lets see...

A9. Who was your first ship?

The earliest ship I remember that I got actually invested in is Reaper76 from Overwatch. I mean, traumatized old gay men who like to shoot at each other and have a HistoryTM? It covers all the basics for me. Also this ship is what made me find AO3, so it kinda introduced me to fandom as a whole and is therefore technically responsible for all the madness that came after it.

B9. Who is your OTP?

You know, I was going to say this is a hard question because I have so many pairings I like in several fandoms and I dont really pick favorites because I like different aspects about them and also Im indecisive. And then I remembered Symbrock. And nothing really comes near the level of absolutely messy devotion of (comics!)Symbrock. So yeah.

C6. Is there anything in canon that made you want to quit the show? What was it? Why do you hate it?

Oh boy, here we go... So not a show, but allllll the shit Cates did with absolute garbage & co and what came after essentially made me quit venom comics and comics in general. Do I even need to explain myself? Like I was keeping up with Venom and also Spider-man and some others because it was fun and enjoyable. And then came the egregious retconning, inconsistencies, character butchering (both how they were written but also literally), characters dying and coming back and dying again and coming back again and fucking gods apparently and how every single issue was The Most Shocking And Dramatic Things The Characters Have Ever Been Through and everything is just edgy and grimdark and angsty and so fucking STUPID and it was just. It wasnt fun or enjoyable anymore, only exhausting and frustrating and sad. And not sad like a sad story makes you feel, but sad like watching something you care about irreparably crash and burn in real time without being able to do anything about it and knowing you can never have it back the way it was (which there is enough of IRL). So I powered through until king in black where I just said "reading this bullshit is draining and depressing and doesnt bring me anything, its not worth it anymore so fuck it" and just stopped. And with my main reason for reading comics gone I ditched marvel comics altogether because lets be honest keeping up with all the different stories and timelines and crossovers and whatnot is exhausting cuz theres just so damn much going on all the time. And why torment yourself with shitty canon when you can have wonderful fanfics tailored to your specific tastes all for free? So I quit comics, read fics instead, got into some new fandoms, indulged my hc and have ever since been living blissfully unaware of the burning dumpster fire (derogatory) that is canon. I only see glimpses of it when it crosses my dash, which I use for cherrypicking for my hc and aggressively ignore the rest.

D10. What is one story idea you really want to read but no one has written yet?

I have a whole lot of story ideas I really want to read (my hcs) that no one has written yet (that would be cuz of me not writing them). But for real, I would love more stories with symbiote & spider-people shenanigans. Like there was this one comic of Peter, Miles and Gwen meeting Venom and fighting Doc Ock toghether and they were kinda buddies? More stuff like that, that has spider/symbiote interaction besides them just trying to kill each other. Maybe it exists and I just havent found it. But like, Venom in spiderverse, they have to team up with the spider gang and they kinda get along because he doesnt have any personal beef with them. He will absolutely recite and discuss Shakespear with that medieval spiderman, be enamored with little Mayday, and be nothing but gentlemanly toward spider ma'am. The other spiders find that "yeah he is freaky and has some dubious morals but isnt actually just an evil monster, he just doesnt like you Peter". The Peter in question does not like it one bit. Him and Venom (barely) tolerate each other, as they always do when they team up, but are constantly petty and passive aggressive towards each other in a funny way, bickering like an old married couple. Because of the nature of their history they also know stuff about each other and will casually drop highly personal details about the other that makes the other spiders go "👀 you sure he's your enemy and not just your ex?". Which Peter likes even less. Other story ideas i desperately need is ANYTHING WITH ANTI-VENOM HOLY SHIT WHERE IS MY BABY!?!?!?! I need stories that let him be a silly dumbass and a pathetic wet beast and occasionally getting railed that dont just exist in my head. But the amount of content on him is just dismal. I often feel like the sole inhabitant of the ghost town that is the Anti-Venom fandom. I've come across one (1) quality fic that portrays him properly (thank you @kitausuret for your invaluable service) and good art is hard to come by compared to other characters. And I realize that if I want more art of him and an Anti-Venom x Agent Venom arch-enemies-to-reluctant-allies-to-even-more-reluctant-friends-to-how-the-hell-did-this-happen excruciating slow burn, I will probably have to do it myself, which hghgnghgnhhh will take forever, but oh well.

Well, this sorta turned into an essay that turned into an impromptu vent post. Hope thats okay and you got your answers!

[reyislikesotired]

okay spiderverse au where izuku is the guy in the chair for katsuki; he's had to come out once or twice as like a sidekick or smth to help out katsuki in a pinch (not that he'd admit it but izuku knows and just does it because who's gonna stop him? definitely not katsuki)

he also calls katsuki "katsuki" cause i say so and in this au they would be more acquaintances since they grew out of eo during childhood but izuku calls him kacchan when he wants to annoy or tease him

katsuki only calls him "deku" when he's out as spiderman and is talking to him through the communicator in his suit (izuku, with the help of hatsume, remade his more,,, rudimentary outfit)

izuku: really? ur gonna go out in that?

katsuki, in big platform boots, cargo pants, a tank top, domino mask and vambraces on his arms: stfu

izuku found out about katsuki being spiderman p fast

katsuki: what do u want nerd?

izuku: oh yk mom and i were watching the news last night and this article came up and yk, its so interesting-

katsuki: get to the fuckin point

izuku: -dont interrupt me unless u DONT want a more high-quality suit for ur next patrol

katsuki: next patrol? what-

izuku: ur spiderman arent u

katsuki:

izuku:

katsuki: ... stupid shitty nerd and his stupid shitty observation skills

izuku: yeah anyways, ur coming with me after school ;)

katsuki: wait-

hatsume, ofc, has a million and one ideas for gadgets for the team

katsuki: will this shit explode again?

hatsume, with a wide grin: only ur enemies

katsuki, grinning feraly: perfect

and other times...

hatsume: so i got a new idea for the magnet boots babies-

katsuki: no.

hatsume: wait-

katsuki: no, that shit almost ripped me apart. no.

hatsume, pouting: ur no fun, when have i ever [izuku and katsuki open their mouths to answer] no dont answer that

[evolvingchaoswitch]

Behind the Mask

This is the prequel to Sensations and I am going to be working on a sequel to Sensations as well to come out eventually. Looking forward to hearing from you all.

If Terra had a shit record when it came to mental health why did you think that space might be any better? You had left to travel with the Guardians a few months ago after you managed to mediate a fight between them when they were arguing in the middle of the street drunk outside your apartment on New Years Eve. You had always been excellent at getting people to disengage during an argument, to calm down and start to think things through. It wasn’t a perfect skill but it was one you were proud of, you had honed that skill over a childhood of neglect and the shitty adolescence that followed. A byproduct of the ADHD that you lived with was the tendency to focus on the message that was actually being said with the body language, the intent of the energy around them and you found this skill worked on most sentient species.

They had found you on a rooftop a few days later during one of your city runs, you weren’t Spiderman or anything just an adrenaline junkie with suicidal tendencies; so much easier to do the fun tricks if you didn’t care if you succeeded or not. It gave you a sick sense of satisfaction when you pulled back from almost failing and becoming a beautiful pool of scarlet on the ground. Gamora had approached you to ask if you might be willing to do that social sorcery again as their other shipmate Mantis was attending to her own things right now and couldn’t keep the group agreeable with each other from a distance. You’d get to travel the stars for a while. Maybe they're some interesting medical technology that could help some of your conditions. It would be nice to get the ADHD to chill out along with its other comorbid disorders of anxiety, depression and C-PTSD, so you said “Yes' ' without much prompting.

It wasn’t going well so far it would seem that space was just as ill equipped to handle neurodivergence as Terra was, it was disappointing to realize that space wouldn’t be the answer. You didn’t tell the Guardians as you didn’t think they would understand your issues and frankly you weren’t keen on hearing again,

“Wait, you Humies/Terran’s don’t know that?”

Anytime you made a comment about Terran stuff they didn’t understand you brushed it off as them not knowing giving the polite response of “Don’t worry it’s a Terran thing” and you would explain if they wanted you to. It was nicer than acting like you should know things about space despite not being a spacer and you hoped your approach didn’t make them feel as isolated as you did in conversation some times.

It wasn’t easy being away from your coping mechanisms, long showers on a ship that needed to curb resources wouldn’t go over well and Groot was your only consistent green time. When you were journaling one time you had to keep it from Rocket and Quill neither one of them not realizing what a violation it was to you to try to read your journal in the first place, so you stopped writing in it. This left you trapped in your head with the negative intrusive thoughts not being granted any means of escape. This leads you to overanalyze everything, you know what they say “If you're happy and you know it, overthink”.

The Guardians seemed to enjoy your presence on the ship as your mediations helped cut down the amount of stupid misunderstandings they’d have. Peter liked to bond over Terran things, especially the music you had brought to the Milano and hearing how movies were evolving always brought a smile to Star Lord's face. You found that both Gamora and Drax loved to hear tales of Terran warriors so you told them a blending of myth and historical events and let's just say the story of Boudicca went over very well. Groot and you got along well since you were a decent gardener and worshiped a religion that celebrates nature.

You didn’t think Rocket liked you that much though it was hard to tell. Sometimes when you let your darker humor out you two would start to vibe and it would feel like you were making a friend then something would happen. Rocket didn’t seem to trust you all that much either, not enjoying the way you were able to use his own habits and words to get him to calm down when he was raging. It was like Rocket could tell you were masking your true personality, curating your opinions as you needed and playing the roles you needed not the ones you wanted to. So you made Rocket uneasy.

You needed to mask though as you continued your journey into space which you fully expected to end one Mantis returned after all you were not a Guardian. You were this broken thing with a brain that couldn’t focus or would fall into brain fog without warning and make you forget what you were trying to accomplish. You worked so hard burying all your naturally negative emotions down until they sunk so far that no one could see them. Pacing back and forth in your room and sobbing in whatever shower you could when no one was around; you were an expert in that skill. You felt so overwhelmed with everything like you were a shaken can of pop and you were so close to snapping at people who you didn’t want to snap at since most of them could fold you like a fucking lawn chair, so you returned to an old addiction; cutting.

You weren’t looking to kill yourself you just needed to release some of the pressure building up inside of you like releasing the air in a tire. The bite of the blade at your wrist helped to make you feel grounded into your body not disassociating like you usually did when overstimulated. You couldn’t let it get out of hand the last time you slipped into apathy hard you ended up losing two years of your life. You could remember little bits and pieces but not really.

Then Mantis came back and you started tracking how many days passed before they sent you back to Terra, they didn’t need you now that Mantis was back.

Like any good stray you knew when it was time to return to the streets and then to your utter confusion two more weeks passed since Mantis returned and they hadn’t said a word about returning you back.

Mantis also had a habit of hovering around you and the close proximity of her constantly in your aura was making it hard for you to not get snappy and it was getting harder to emotionally regulate these moments away. You also had less chances to give yourself some sweet release of cold metal to your skin much to your disappointment.

You were freaking out in your room over the events of the last mission with the Guardians and the mistake you made. While jumping a large gap without the assistance of hover boots your mask had slipped off your face which without it would have made it impossible to breath and as you slid it back on your face you nearlying missed the jump. You just narrowly missed plummeting to your death before you landed just making it and making the mistake of instinctually turning to Rocket when he called your name.

From the way he was looking at you, you could tell he had seen everything, that when your physical mask slipped off your face for a moment so did your emotional one. The true self under the metaphorical mask alight with crazed joy over the fact that you nearly didn’t make that jump. All the cracks that you hid in your personality now visible to Rockets brief glance he was seeing the type of suicidal person that didn’t actively sought their end but who wouldn’t be upset with an accident taking them out.

You paced in your room for a few minutes before pulling out your supplies, you would need to be in an even state of mind if you were going to survive whatever conversation Rocket was going to have with you. It was going to be awful as Rocket meant well but lacked tact and that didn’t always work well for people that needed gentle care; like you.

He had some many other good qualities: intelligent, loyal, sarcastic and sexy as hell. You were fairly sure Rocket helped you realize that you're a furry and you weren’t mad about it. He had surprisingly muscular arms probably from carrying all the actual big guns that he could, that long tongue that you had fantasized about regularly; side note you wondered when the last time you masturbated was, you used to do it chronically. The fangs and claws added to a dangerous feral charm that made you wet not to mention how much his voice got you. You bet his dirty talk would be amazing if you ever had the balls to ask him out.

Shaking your head back and forth you shook the thoughts out of your head as you made the first cut of the night and you were so exhilarated with the release that you failed to notice the door to your room opening.

“What the Fuck as you doing?”

Rocket looked livid.

You started to try to tumble together some sort of explanation that made sense but then your world went hazy and you woke up naked tied to a bed with Rocket Raccoon between your legs.

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Peter’s Birthday

Oh my God, 3 fics in a week. Must be some sort of new record between my writer’s block and school. Don’t expect this often, I’m just priortizing writing more than some of my unnecessary (unhealthy) hobbies (scrolling through social media and rereading texts that only make me feel bad about how happy/stupid i was). Is that a toxic trait? I feel like that’s probably a toxic or a self-depreciation kinda thing or something. Oh well. I had so many ideas for Peter that he definitely gets a birthday next year, and maybe the year after that. 

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Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Reader, Implied!Happy Hogan x May Parker, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts

Warnings: Fluffy!!! implied smut right at the end, reader kinda has a mental breakdown bc she can’t cook, she also got fired for no reason (but let’s just go with her boss made sexual comments and she didn’t reciprocate the feelings bc peter and so he fired her bc that seems like it happens enough), matt murdock is mentioned, he also gets shot and comes to the reader and peter to get patched up, reader knows how to do stitches bc of peter. mentions of violence, guns, bullets, a drug ring, and punisher

Word Count: 2509

Summary: After being fired from your job, Peter gets you a new one working for Nelson and Murdock. After you burn his birthday dinner, Peter reminds you that you’re going to May’s for a party tonight. After the party, your new boss needs some stitching up after a nasty fight. What a day in the life of Spiderman’s girlfriend, especially on his birthday.

Just before Peter’s birthday, you were pretty much broke. You had just gotten fired from your less-than-minimum-wage-paying job, and were in the process of job searching. Even though the pay was terrible, it was still better than nothing. And you were looking specifically in the proximity of Stark Tower for your next job, especially since you knew Peter was Spiderman and was working for Tony. You weren’t a superhero, but you helped out when you could, especially with patching Peter up, since he was very prone to getting beat up by not-so-friendly neighbourhood purse robbers. You still got him a nice card and everything, but you felt terrible that you couldn’t afford a gift for him. 

He knew how much you were beating yourself up over this for about a week beforehand, and reassured you that he didn’t need anything, only you.

But you felt shitty about not being able to get your own boyfriend a gift for his birthday, especially after the beautiful necklace he had gotten you for your last birthday. A spider with an engraving in the back that said “For my princess, I love you.” and unless he had 3-D printed that shit with Ned, you knew it had to have been expensive. So you decided to make Peter a spectacular birthday dinner.

Except you burned the pizza you were trying to make from scratch. So then you tried to make him a birthday cake.

But you forgot to add eggs to the cake and then you overwhipped the icing. Finally, as a last resort, you tried to make your mom’s chocolate chip cookies.

Yet somehow they wound up raw on the top, burnt on the bottom, wonky, and completely unlike the way your mom makes them. Not being able to take it anymore, you burst into tears after closing the oven. You couldn’t buy your boyfriend a present due to lack of funds, make him dinner, cake, or cookies; and you couldn’t even order takeout because of just how broke you were while trying to find a job in New York.

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This was how Peter came home to find you. Surrounded by blackened pizza, a deformed cake, chunky icing, and lumps of cookies. And bawling your eyes out.

“Hey, hey, princess. What’s going on?” He asked softly, coming over to wrap you in a hug.

“I- I-” You hiccuped, not being able to get your words out.

Peter rubbed your back, letting you cry. “It’s okay.” He mumbled, surrounding you with comfort. “I’m here, princess. Everything’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!” You wailed, still surrounded by your failed creations.

“Then you gotta tell me what’s wrong, princess. Why are you crying?”

“I- I’m too broke to buy you anything after I got fired for no goddamn reason, I burnt dinner that I was trying to make you, I forgot to add eggs to the cake, I overwhipped the icing, and I don’t even know what happened to the cookies, but they look both raw and burnt! And I’m too broke to order in takeout, unless you’re buying, we’re gonna have to go hungry tonight because I’m too broke and stupid to do anything!” You cried, sobbing into Peter’s shirt after your hell-hole of a week. 

Peter softly shushed you, letting you cry into his shirt, knowing how emotionally taxing the last few weeks have been on you. “Honey, I got you a job.”

You made a questioning noise, pulling your head out of the collar of his shirt. Ah, I’ll get the tear stains out in the laundry this weekend. You thought, looking at Peter curiously.

“It’s not with Mr. Stark.” He started, “But you will be working with a superhero. At the very least I’ll know you’re protected.”

“Don’t tell me I’m running PR for the Hulk.” You said, smiling softly at your protective boyfriend.

“You are definitely not Bruce’s new PR person, but that is a great idea, he definitely needs that after Hulk hasn’t been let out in a while. But no. I got you a job working at Nelson and Murdock, you’re gonna be a secretary there, and Mr. Murdock, or Matt as he’ll insist you call him, is Daredevil.”

“You got me a job at Nelson and Murdock, working with Daredevil, in Hell’s Kitchen?” You asked, summarizing what he said.

Peter nodded. “I did, yes.”

“Oh, Peter!” You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck. “God, I love you so much. What would I ever do without you?”

“Well-”

“We’re not talking about the ruined food surrounding us.”

“I was going to say you’d be a lot safer, but since you mention it..”

You glared at him jokingly. “Help me clean it up, please?”

“Of course, princess.” He said, kissing your forehead. “And don’t forget that we have to go to May’s tonight for the party she’s throwing for me.”

“Oh, I forgot! I wouldn’t have tried cooking if I had remembered!”

“It’s okay, my love. Everything’s okay. You go get ready, and I’ll clean up the mess.”

You kissed Peter softly, thanking him, and heading into your shared bedroom to get changed. You took a quick shower, washed your hair and blow dried it so that you wouldn’t have to wait for it to dry. When you came out of the bathroom, Peter was all dressed up in his suit and there was a dress on the bed that matched the tie laying next to it.

“Of course you want me to wear your favourite dress for your birthday.” You chuckled, dropping the towel from around your torso and getting Peter to help you into the dress. He did the most important part, of course, zipping you up in the back.

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While you started on your hair and makeup, Peter used the full-length mirror in the bedroom to tie his tie. It wasn’t until you glanced over at him that you remembered that Peter can’t tie a tie. “Pete, c’mon in here, you know you can’t tie ties. Now, while I’m tying, you pick the eyeshadow and lipgloss or lipstick you want me to wear, birthday boy.”

“What about that really bright pink lip gloss that you love wearing when you’re teasing me because of how good it looks on you? And maybe pair it with this eyeshadow?” He pointed to your favourite shade of eyeshadow on your favourite pallet. (A/N:If you have more than one eyeshadow pallet, unlike me. What? Who only has one in this day and age, I know.) 

“Of course, Petey. When do we have to get there again?” You said, straightening the tie around his collar.

“Sweetheart, we moved a floor up. We just have to take either a flight of stairs or the elevator for one floor.” Peter chuckled, softly kissing you before you finished your makeup so he wouldn’t ruin anything.

You sighed while doing your eyeshadow, “That means May heard the smoke alarm going off when I burned the pizza.”

“Probably, yup.” Peter said, kissing the top of your head. “But you know she’ll just want to make sure that you’re okay.”

“I’m definitely not. But you got me a job, so I guess I can’t complain too much, can I?”

“You start Monday, and Mr. Stark is bringing Matt to the party tonight so you can meet him.”

“Oh yeah, who’s coming to this thing?” You asked, pulling your favourite lipgloss out.

Peter rested his chin on top of your head, lightly wrapping you in a hug. “May, Happy, Tony, Pepper, Matt, Ned, and MJ. And then you and me.”

“And we’re definitely getting kicked out early tonight because May and Happy will want to spend the night together.”

“Don’t tell me things like that, princess. I don’t wanna hear about who my aunt’s dating.”

You chuckled, giving yourself one last glance over in the mirror. “I’d say they’re doing a little more than dating, sweetheart.”

“I did not need to hear that.” Peter said, putting your heels on for you and dragging you out the door.

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After the party, you and Peter went back upstairs to your apartment to tuck into bed for the night, and possibly the weekend depending on how you woke up feeling. One way or the other.

Matt Murdock was really nice, although what Peter had forgotten to tell you was that Matt’s blind and has enhanced senses. His hearing is impeccable, he was even able to tell when Peter was teasing you at the party based on how your heart rate changed, from across the room.

Note to self: Don’t flirt with Peter at work. You thought, realizing that Matt also probably had an enhanced sense of smell.

A tap at the window brought you out of your brain, finally allowing you a little peace, until you realized that Peter was snoring peacefully next to you and was not the idiot currently tapping on your window. You disentangled yourself from Peter carefully before creeping to the window and opening the curtain a crack. What, did I think about my new job too much? Can he read minds too?

“Matt?!” You whisper-yelled, “What the fuck are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night! I haven’t even started work yet!” Instead of speaking to answer your questions, he just moved his hand off of his shoulder, which definitely had a bullet sitting in it right now and was going to be gushing all over your bathroom in a minute. “Come in, don’t drip on the floor.” You sighed, giving your new boss entry to your home through your bedroom window.

“Nice place.” He said, walking over to the bathroom where Peter had surely told him that you keep the first aid kit.

“Princess?” Peter groaned softly, waking up slightly. “What’s going on, where are you?”

“I’m right here, Pete.” You told him, walking over to the bathroom. “Apparently I’m going to be spending my nights patching up two self-sacrificial idiots now. Fuckin’ superheroes.”

“Two? I thought I was the only one you patched up.” Peter moped, following you into the bathroom.

You gestured to Matt, sitting on the edge of your bathtub. “I was, except saying ‘no’ to my new boss seems like a bad idea, doesn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t fire you for not patching me up, kid. Peter told me that you help him out when he’s hurt, and I got into a bit of a predicament tonight.”

“I thought the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen didn’t like guns.” You mumbled, dipping the tweezers in some rubbing alcohol.

“I don’t.” He responded. “Jesus, fuck, that hurts!”

“I thought you were Catholic, Matt.” You said, pulling the bullet out of his shoulder.

He chuckled, “I am, but I swear when I’m getting a bullet out of my shoulder.”

“Fair point. You don’t mind if I sew this up, do you? A band-aid won’t fix this.”

“Whatever you need, kid. Just as long as I don’t bleed out on your floor.”

“Can’t be killing my boss before I even get to my first day of work.” You said, threading a small needle with medical thread.

Matt raised an eyebrow, “Is that medical thread? How do you know how to do stitches?”

“I took a medical class in highschool, May works at the hospital, and Peter’s been a clutz since we were kids. I’ve seen him sewed up more than once before I started doing his stitches.” You told Matt, tying the knot around the end so you wouldn’t lose the needle. “I’d ask if you’re ready, but you’ll know before I pierce your skin anyway.”

“I will, so go for it, kid. You can’t hurt me more than I already am.”

You nodded, starting to thread his wound shut. “Good job getting it to stop bleeding, princess.” Peter said, kissing your forehead softly. “But Matt, who’s shooting at you with a .38 at 1AM halfway across the city? And why come back to this end to get sewn up? Don’t you have someone that helps you?”

“I don’t have anyone that helps sew me up, sometimes I can call Foggy if I know he’s not with Karen, but since they’re usually together, I usually have to hope that I won’t bleed out in my sleep.”

“You’re sending a text to one of us with your location, and we’ll both be there. There’s no need for you to get all the way from Hell’s Kitchen to Queen’s with a bleeding wound.” Peter said, pulling the roll of bandages out of the first aid kit to pass to you when you were done with Matt’s makeshift stitches.

“And would you believe me if I said I was busting a drug ring?”

“The only part I would find unbelievable is that you didn’t have backup.” You said, beginning to wrap his shoulder. “And don’t give me the whole ‘The Devil works alone’ spiel because I know that Daredevil and Punisher are quite close, and you could’ve called Peter or Tony for backup. No more working alone, because eventually you’ll bleed out before someone can fix you.”

Matt smiled, eyes moving back and forth between where you and Peter’s voices were coming from. “Okay. If I see something that I can’t handle alone, I’ll send a text to Frank or Peter, and if I get into trouble from something that I can handle, I’ll text either you or Peter to come patch me up, kid.”

“Sounds good to me.” You said, cutting off the bandage and tucking it in. “Try and change those in the morning, and if not, we’ll swing by to change them for you. I’ll change them Monday when I get to the office.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” Matt said, pulling you in for a hug and heading over to the window. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Take the door, Matt.” Peter said, leading him through your tiny apartment. “Elevator is at the end of the hall, on the left.”

Matt chuckled. “I can hear it whirring, Pete. But thank you.”

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Matt.” Peter said, closing and locking the door behind him. He turned around to see you leaning in the doorway between the living room and the bedroom.

“Can we cuddle?” You asked, making grabby hands for your boyfriend.

Peter smiled, coming over to wrap you in a hug. “Of course we can, princess.” The two of you, still hugging, walked back to the bed. “Did you clean up the bathroom?”

“I put everything away and cleaned up any residual blood. Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course you can, baby girl.”

“Are you upset that I didn’t do anything.. sexy for your birthday?”

Peter hugged you tighter, kissing the top of your head. “Of course not. We can do anything any day of the year, we don’t need to do anything special for my birthday.”

“Maybe we’ll be in a better spot next year and I can do something special for you.” You said, peppering kisses across his chest.

“..What if we did something now?” Peter asked, rolling the two of you over.

[urmomification]

spiderman steve au

- he lives in new york w his roommate billy

- they're more just roommates than actual friends, they aren't close but sometimes watch movies together etc

- billy notices that steve is weirdly secretive but mostly plays it up to him just being like that just kinda assumes that steve just likes his privacy

- steve Always keeps his bedroom locked when he's in there and the door closed when he isn't

- steve intentionally playing stupid to keep people off his trail (he makes all his own tech and stuff)

- steve will come home w an array of green yellow and purple bruises and cuts and never talks abt it

- one time he comes home w just abt the worst black eye billy's ever seen (and he's seen a lot)

- steve always plays it off tho, saying he tripped or something that clearly isn't true

- billy never presses it bc honestly he doesnt care enough to (doesnt stop him from being extraordinarily curious tho)

- like how is this pretty boy getting his shit rocked every other night and having nothing but shitty lies to cover it up

- honestly the only reason steve is so bad at lying is bc hes not used to having a roommate but money was tight so here he was

- billy would rather die than admit it but he loves spiderman, thinks hes a total badass

- steve always tries to change the subject when he comes up, billy just thinks steve doesn't like him

- eventually it goes from steve coming home beat up at 2am and shuffling to the bathroom by himself to billy waking up whenever he gets home to keep him company to billy even helping sometimes when steve is especially beat up

- one night tho steve gets absolutely destroyed (like several broken ribs, stabbed, probably a concussion, etc. its not pretty)

- its a fight for his life just to make it back to their apartment, each swing tugging on something here and tearing something there

- as he works his way back to their place he cant see straight, hes exhausted, one arm wrapped around his stomach, an is mostly just swinging bc of the momentum he has

- makes it top of the a building a few down from his and can see his and billy's window to their living room and the rickety fire escape up the side of the building

- hardly makes it there, swinging directly into the side of the fire escape, rattling what feels like the whole building, and rolling over the side to lay on the grates

- heaves a few breaths and steels himself to stand up

- peels his hand off his stomach to survey the damage, hes in really bad shape, abdomen and arm covered in blood, suit sliced open in several spots, he can feel bruises forming just about everywhere on him

- he pulls himself off the fire escape and leaning heavily on the railings, makes it to their window and slides it as far open as it goes before literally falling thru it

- he groans and lies on the ground for another few moments before standing up again and putting practically all his weight on the wall

- (hes still in his suit too, itd be too risky to change w the chance of the fabric ripping open his wounds again, hes aware of how stupid this is (coming home w his suit on w knowledge that billy will probably wake up and come to at least check on him) but hes honestly more worried for his life at this point)

- 'bathroom bathroom bathroom bathroom' is the only thing going thru his head as he goes from the wall to the back of the couch to the hall where he needs to pause to keep himself from puking right then and there w how violently his vision is swimming

- he rips his mask off and bringing it to his stomach as another thing to apply pressure w (also so he doesnt puke in it. gross)

- steve wouldve picked up on it sooner if it weren't for the ringing in his ears but spider sense tells him someones here

- he pries his head off the wall to see billy's door swing open and him step into the hall in pj pants rubbing at his eyes

- he knows its too dark for billy to see him right now, but hes breathing like theres a car on his chest so theres no doubt that billy will notice him within a few seconds

- as soon as billy's hand drop from his eye, he stiffens as he finally notices the breathing and 'steve? that u?'

- all steve can do is grunt, jaw clamped so tightly shut to keep from retching what might be left in his stomach up onto the carpet hes bleeding onto

- 'dude where are u' billy mumbles as he reaches for the light switch by slapping his arm against the wall until he finds it

- steve sees this and knows if that light comes on hes doomed but he cant move and the bathroom door is situated nearly perfectly between them, so hes really got no where to go

- the light flicks on

- 'what the fuck'

- steve's head feels like its now about to implode then explode comically onto the walls of their apartment

- he squeezes his eyes shut and starts to blindly scramble towards the bathroom, feeling his whole stomach start to turn upside down

- practically throwing himself onto the hard tile in front of the toilet before heaving like theres something trying to get out of him

- billy slowly walks up to the bathroom door, still not 100% sure he saw that right (spider man (also steve?)(???)) standing (leaning) in his hall looking like hed just been run over by about 4 monster trucks

- he peeks his head in to see steve's head almost fully in the toilet bowl, mostly just the torn suit and mask on the floor being visible, breathing like he'll never fully catch his breath again

- billy practically runs to the kitchen to grab the biggest cup of water known to man before bringing it back to the bathroom for steve

- at this point, steve's stomach has evened out, but he is eyes remain closed and his head is resting on the rim of the toilet, spitting once to get the gunk out of his mouth

- billy tentatively knocks against the door 'uh, hey man. i got, uh, i got you some water?'

- steve grunts, peels his right arm off his stomach (revealing the mangled mess of suit and skin and blood there) to reach for the cup

- billy nearly drops it when he sees steve's stomach

- lets steve take a few sips before 'steve man what the hell happened let me look at u'

- billy flushes the toilet and kneels in front of steve, pushes him against the wall so he's leaning back instead

- 'how the hell do i get this off steve' grabbing at the suit

- 'hargrove, leave me alone'

- 'like hell im not leaving u alone like this' gives up on the suit to dig thru the cabinet to find the first aid kit

- he hears steve hiss and then groan from behind him and he turns to see steve working the suit off down to his hips

- billy's head spins a little with how much blood is left on steve's hands and stomach when he settles back against the wall

- he shuffles back over

- 'ok first things first, concussion check'

- 'i can tell u i have a concussion, billy, i got hit in the head w a crowbar like i was a fucking baseball'

- billy winces 'ok perfect. awesome. did u get fucking stabbed too? what the hell happened'

- a short nod, 'yeah that too. probably the more pressing issue.'

- 'jesus, uh. ok, yeah. i can do this' billy starts digging the thru the first aid to find wipes

- 'this is about to sting like a mother fucker but i need to see where ur cut and where there's just blood' and starts on steve's face, dabbing at the crusted blood there

- steve winces once but from then on clenches his jaw and focuses on a point on the wall just above billy's head

- billy gets to his stomach and takes a break to check in w steve, hands him the water again

- 'well, good news is there's not many deep cuts and they seem to mostly closed up already which is, interesting'

- 'i heal quickly, i was more worried abt taking another hit than i was bleeding out on the street'

- 'good lord man'

- steve takes a deep breath and straightens up against the wall before looking down at himself

- 'yea i should be good now honestly. if i get this wrapped up and go to bed i should be at least a bit better by morning. uh, thanks. u can go back to bed'

- steve reaches for the gauze and wrappings before billy snatches them up and holds them out of his reach

- 'there's no way in hell that im gonna leave u here to clean urself up, u Literally. Almost died. im staying to help u'

- 'billy. go back to bed im fine'

- 'no'

- 'billy'

- 'im not leaving u alone to deal w this'

- 'i don't need ur help'

- 'maybe not but ur getting it' billy sets down the gauze and starts patting around on steve's chest checking for where the broken ribs are

- steve sucks in a breath and mutters 'yeah some of those r definitely broken.' knocks his head against the wall 'there's not much either of us can do about that part, they'll fix themselves in a day or so'

- 'i don't even wanna know how u know that'

- steve chuckles

- 'ok. i'm gonna wipe u down again ur like, still covered in blood.' billy turns around to grab a washcloth

- steve's eyes are closed and his breathing has (thankfully) evened out a bit

- billy starts on his face again then works down his neck and shoulders then each arm and hand then down his chest to the wound on his stomach that has practically fully stopped bleeding by now (he stops there to marvel at it a little) (definitely not to watch steve breath for a moment)

- 'ok ur all cleaned up now for the most part, can u get the rest of ur, uh. getup? off? for me'

- 'if u wanted to get in my pants hargrove u should've just asked' steve cracks an eye open and grins at him before peeling himself away from the wall to start wiggling the suit down his legs

- billy looks away to get more wipes and rinse out the washcloth before he turns back to see steve in nothing but a pair of black boxers, long legs stretched out across the tile and the suit lying over the side of the tub next to him

- he looks for just a moment too long

- 'picture'll last longer'

- 'sorry'

- honestly if billy's being honest this is a little too close to a wet dream for him

- he crouches down, starting my steve's ankles (not trusting himself to faced directly w steve's crotch and thighs)

- slowly works his way his knees on both legs before looking up at steve when he presses the wipe to his thigh

- steve is watching his hands with a hooded tired look and it drives a hot nasty feeling down billy's spine and his face flushes just a bit before he rushes a bit thru finishing

- sits back and grabs the wrap again

- 'can u sit up? im gonna wrap u up now'

- 'mm' steve mumbles but shoves himself off the wall to sit up at least a bit straight

- billy leans in and steve moves his hands over his head to make room

- billy makes quick work of wrapping and tying everything up before he sits back on his knees

- 'there. all fixed up' he hands steve the water one more time, billy gets up to start fishing for pain killers

- 'high strength stuff is in my room, i'll grab it there' steve mutters as he tries to shimmy off the floor

- billy walks back over and helps him up

- 'sounds good to me pretty boy, let's get u to bed'

- with steve's arm around billy's shoulders, they shuffle out of the small bathroom into the small hall and into steve's small bedroom

- he sits steve down on the edge of his bed before turning around to go refill the water

- comes back and steve is still sitting up but his head is drooped slighting forward and his eyes r closed

- billy walks up to him and pats his cheek a few times 'cmon stay w me for a few more minutes then u can go to sleep ok? where're the pain killers?'

- ' top draw, desk'

- billy grabs them (they're prescription, he wonders how he got his hands on them)

- hands the pills to steve followed by the water 'ok lay down, carefully get settled i'll be right back'

- billy goes back to his room and grabs his blanket off his bed and a hoodie and by the time he's back steve is totally out cold

- billy pulls his hoodie on and sits w his back against the bed and rests his temple on steve's nightstand and pulls his blanket over him before falling asleep right there

- steve wakes up first somehow, and pushes himself to sit up

- he goes to get up but he sees billy curled up on his floor w his own blanket pulled up around his chin and he's drooling a little against the nightstand he's still leaning against

- steve blinks for a few seconds, trying to remember Why. Billy was laying there

- he scoots around him and hobbles to the bathroom

- sees his mask on the floor and suit on the tub before all (most) of it comes back to him

- billy knows

- he leans on the sink to process that for a second before splashing some water on his face and makes his way back to his bedroom

- kinda just stands in the doorway and just kinda looks at billy in his space, deciding he doesn't hate the idea of billy knowing

- potentially even ok with billy knowing

[buck-yyyy]

look man i am so shit at video games. truly not good.

i'm no good at any aspect of minecraft- not the fighting, not the building, none of it. i'm not spatially aware enough for shooter games, because i end up getting distracted and dying. i'm not horrible at puzzle/story based games, but i get so frustrated so easily that it's hard for me to play for a long time. in the spiderman game, i'm so horrible at fighting- i think it took me like five different tries to take down wilson fisk in my first ever boss fight.

but i still love them so much!!! i suck at every aspect of minecraft, but i still build shitty houses and fight poorly on servers and i wander around big worlds and admire every little detail. i play shooter games when my 12 y/o cousin wants me to, which is hella rare, more often than not he'd rather i just sat and watched him play- which i'm happy to do! he's way better at it than me, i don't mind watching. i still play puzzle and story games, and i still get frustrated and have to leave and curse to myself about stupid fucking level piece of shit- but the time i spend not frustrated is so worth the time that i am, because they're fun! i suck at the fighting in spiderman, but i LOVE to swing around, and will end up just spending 15 minutes just exploring new york from up above.

isn't that so cool, that we can find our own things to love and enjoy about games- even if it's not quite what they were intended for?

[inkedeye2345]

Got on the wrong foot part Pt.9

who the f#ck are you?

Rise Leo x OC

WARNING: i do NOT own ROTTMNT or spiderman, blood, NEW CHARACTER, Lesbian content (if you're homophobic wtf are you doing here man), cursing, angst (i guess), family Reunion???and thats it i think i hope you enjoy

no ones POV: (ofc its going to be cringe 😝) Kyle comes out of no where but in...upside down spider women? this isn't in the script damn it "hey you...ya you the one who has been spying on me during my whole entire life...mostly my love life and unfortunately the stupid narrator not you the beautiful reader i'm talking about the person who's narrating this"

fuck you kyle anyways- "okay people lets start from the beginning one last time my name is kyle (just pretend the cool spider gwen back rounds there when she introduces herself) i was bitten by a radioactive spider and for the last three months I've been the only spider women you guys kinda know the rest, I've started to play the electric guitar and skating (skatebored to be exact) saved leo's ass when he would jump into things...and the lieutenant my dad tricked me into believing the world could be a better place, and now i save everyone else" "i don't do dads or even a draxum dad or anything to avoid any distractions but then i met someone i never thought i would but anyways sorry people but if you want to keep reading go on i wont stop you"

Kyle's POV: "YOU'RE GROUNDED!!!" i slam my door shut hearing draxum yelling at me "DO NOT SLAM THAT DOOR ON ME LITTLE GIRL!!!" after that fight i didn't feel like coming out of my room honestly he doesn't know how it feels like to be lonely or really anything i put my headphones on listening to vent music (alien blue hehe) i lay down on my bed i realized that i've been so busy that i wasent able to talk to Leo,Donnie,April or anyone really im just stuck in this damn ho- "aGHHHhhhhhHhhh wTFffffff" i wheezed as i felt something heavy fall on my body and i see the one and only Leonardo Hamato "holaaa mi amor como estas." i nod my head and smile "doing just great" he nods his head in agreement "you haven't been answering my texts...?" "ya sorry been busy with school shit" i see him get off feeling the weight drift away "well why dont we go out and have fun for once?" i cringe a bit at his suggestion "i cant i'm...grounded" i hear him hum and he jumps out of the open window as i run over to it and see him on top of o bulding next to mine "isss night spider grounded?" i tap my foot the shrug

this is just what i needed to just get out in the fresh air spend time with my turtle boyfriend in New York City "do any of your siblings know that you're out here?" "uh,ya but raph wants me by curfew...like alwaysss" i chuckle at least he doesn't feel shitty we stayed in silence until CRASH i looked down and see...the lieutenant my dad i stayed there frozen as i took my mask off and started panting why did it feel like i was back where i was as a kid...

FLASHBACK

i was just a kid...lost,scared,hurt...i was in the streets ripped clothes scars on my body to show everyone i'm not normal i just adapted to the world i would rob people i didn't know my own parents but one day i just was running from robbing food until i bumped in to a guy

i looked up at him and turn my head around to see the guys after me and look back and the man in front of me "please help..." after a few seconds he picked me up and ran we got to a gym place until we went inside a look alike cave and put me down

but after that i was in the foot clan after that he would train me love me like a dad would but those words kept on ringing and ringing "Kyle i promise you we will make the world a better place and no one i mean no one will hurt you on my watch"

END OF FLASHBACK

"KYLE!" i snapped out of my trance and looked at leo "sorry lost in thought" i look down at the building "how do you feel about going on patrol on a rest day?" he smirked and nods his head i smile and put my mask on and jump down to see...a mutant fox?

i put my hand out reassuring him that 'i got this'

the only thing i could look at where her boobs damn and her Scythe is long but me and leo have to get home fast before draxum pisses himself and leo's brothers mostly raph i lean on the wall "so do you use that for...you know" i make a circle on my left hand and pull out one finger and poke it threw the hole multiple time i see her throw her Scythe at me as it spins but i doge it in time that it misses me and goes back to her grasp "Woahhhhh that was impressive did mommy teach you that" i hear her growl and i chuckle "you have a mouth fox" she throws her Scythe one more time but it its me instead of stabbing it and i grunt as im thrown to the wall "OW i thought we would be good friends but curiosity killed the cat didnt it" i was able to throw my death sickle at her cutting her cheek "you little spider bitch!!!" i see her launch at me and i kick her stomach she falls back i get out of the Scythe's grasp and i felt a punch on my face as we fought i was able to grab her mask and pull it down but something was wrong...no how is she here "Saph...is that you" i take my mask off her eyes widen. "you're alive?" we say at the same time "SAPH LETS GO" she turns around then back at me i look behind her "you're with him aren't you" "no no kyle i swear its not what it looks like" i look down then look up at her as we make eye contact "you were going to kill me weren't you" "kyle no...you know i had to do something so i could-" i immediately cut her off "you left me...YOU LEFT I COULDN'T FIND YOU!" i tear up "WHAT NOW YOU"RE GOING TO KILL ME NOW JUST SO LIFE CAN BE EASY"

"YOU DON'T GET IT I DID IT SO BIG MAMA COULD LET ME GO OR SEE GOOD IN ME" i shake my head "really big mama...?" "LETS GO SAPH NOW THE COPS WILL BE HERE ANY MINUTE" i heard sirens my dad well you know who grabbed her and looked at me i hear him mumble something "you've grown little one..." i put my mask on and shoot my webs to the building and left

when i got back to the apartments Leo kept on asking if i were okay and then he asked the big fucking question i never wanted to hear in the first place "who was she?" i look at him "shes my.....sister....twin to be exact...she was gone for 16 years and decides to kills me....anyways i'm going to sleep" he nods his head and pecks my temples "this time answer my texts...please" i smile "ya ok" we said our goodnights but my sister kept on on coming up on my head i don't know why she came back or even turned in to a mutant but i do know for one fact

WE’LL MEET AGAIN.

(Hi i'm sorry i haven't posted but i made this so i could say sorry its just that im not happy right now at all and i think i might need a theripist and that sucks ass and i think i have depreshion so this kinda made me feel better and you know that your writter kai stayed up to ruin her idk hour nap and i finished this at 4:21 am so yay well im going to knock the fuck out have a good day/night god bless you beautiful people bye 💙)

PREVIOUS

[no-face-no-shame]

Ok when I said that protein milkshakes don't work well with my brain, I meant it.

Today I managed to nearly burn down my fucking student house. How? By combining being inhumanly stupid and using an old iron.

Usually equipment like irons or kettles are not allowed in student rooms but my landlord let me keep the iron (because there is literally no other place for me to iron my clothes.) Before starting I'd noticed that the cable was a bit wonky. Nothing new though - this iron is like 20 years old. It still looked legit. So I'm ironing like the Lord intended, almost done, when out of blue moon the cable decided to make a few funny sparks. Then something clicks loudly. I'm starting to sweat. Reach out to the light switch. Nothing. Oh law. I go outside of my room. The lights in the hall don't work. OH LAW.

I call the representative of the landlord. She can't help me much but finally I get the lights back by fucking around with the power box. Good, because it's Sunday so there would be no help from electrician. + I have a big test on Tuesday and I need to study. Then the fire siren goes off. Great. My friend manages to switch it off. We good? Of course no! There is still no power in my room. All the switches in the main box are up so ??? Finally, I reach the small power box next to my room (it's right under the ceiling. Cool. Had to become a fucking Spiderman with a broom) And the power is fully back.

And in the middle of all of that a FUCKING COP came to the house to check if I even live there because yesterday my friend accidentally told the cops that no one like me lives here so I had to wander around the city (a huge one) for over 2 hours in shitty weather to find the cop station and explain that no, I actually DO exist and my ID card application isn't a scam.

When I say I'm stupid I really mean it

[wizkiddx]

supercluster

this is my entry for @hollandsrecs 'toms birthday fanfic fest' event - go check it out!!! I know its a early but im v bored so have it now. also im acc kinda really proud of this one, any feedback would be v appreciated 🤍

the prompt was: 'you and tom are best friends and you tell him that you love him on his birthday'

summary: its toms birthday but he has a few things to get off his chest and into the night sky, y/n joins in with a bit of a revelation too

best friends -> lovers

warnings: mentions of alcohol, bit angsty but promise ends all fluffy and a shit tonne of dialogue

wc: 3.5k ishhh

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Everything got a little too wild and stuffy in the living area, Haz and Harry screaming sweet caroline, whilst Greg (Tom’s stunt man) was pouring *another* round of shots. The sweatiness and clamminess of the room meant Y/n took a moment to escape, sliding out the double doors, and closing them softly behind her to ensure no one would notice her little escape. Something about the midnight air, the slightly dewy smell of the neighbouring fields, felt like it was refreshing Y/n from the inside out. When she turned around, back facing the fancy rented house, she was slightly shocked by Tom standing in the garden. It was his birthday party after all. In all honesty, Y/n felt a bit guilty she hadn’t noticed he wasn’t in the thick of it with his brothers and castmates.

His silhouette was set against the clear night sky, the stars extra prominent this evening and the moon casting a soft glow off the left side of his face, exaggerating the natural contours of his jawline and cheekbones. Clearly, he was enraptured by the sky, staring up at it with a thoughtful look on his face.

And Y/n recognised that look instantly; she knew what he was doing.

In fact, he had taught her to do precisely the same thing. As kids, the Hollands, Y/n’s family and another two families from the local area all went camping together. It was an annual event, ‘the Kingston collective camping adventure’ as Dom had named it. Y/n couldn’t remember a year when they hadn’t gone actually - it was that much of a tradition.

One year, though, when she and Tom were about 9, her mothers’ due date coincided with the camping dates. So, sensibly, the decision had been made that Y/n and her brother would just be looked after by the Hollands - whilst her mum and dad were safely tucked up in bed at home, awaiting the arrival of her littlest brother.

Y/n, her brother Alex, and Tom were all sharing a tent, and it must’ve been at least midnight that Tom was awoken by shuffling and zipping up of the tent. He’d realised she was gone through sleepy eyes and, without a second thought, went to go find her. Sure enough, she wasn’t far away, not even 50 metres from the tent, crouched on the grass. Immediately Tom’s presence had been noticed, making Y/m quickly snivel and wipe her face.

“Are you upset?”

“Go away Tom.” The comment didn’t do a lot, though; instead, 9-year-old Tom had planted himself down next to her - his pyjamas getting wet on the moist grass floor.

“Are you missing Auntie Sarah and Uncle Mike?” In the same way that Y/n called Nikki and Dom auntie and uncle, the Holland boys mirrored the nicknames for her parents. Y/n replied with a long sigh before hiccuping, failing to control the stream of tears. Yes, he was right - this was her first night away from her parents- but she wasn't about to spill her heart out to the 'stupid boy' who had stolen one of her marshmallows that evening. Tom’s little brown eyes swelled, looking slightly terrified and out of his depth, whilst with all his 9 years of wisdom, trying to come up with an answer.

“Do you want to play football to forget about it?”

Unsurprisingly Y/n shook her head violently. Tom cursed inwardly at himself for saying the wrong thing, apparently football wasn't the answer to everything. The two children went back to silence until Tom had the metaphorical light bulb moment. “My mum told me something for when I got to sleepovers? Look!” He grabbed Y/n’s little hand, extending it upwards towards the night sky.

“No matter where you are, you’re all looking at the same stars too, right?”

Tom jumped a little before looking over his shoulder and recognising Y/n with the softest smile that grew across his face. Y/n slowly walked to his side, arms crossed over her chest to try and keep the cold at bay, joining Tom in staring up at the starry expanse.

“How do you always know?” Tom spoke in a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly. It was true, she did always know - but his question was somewhat irrelevant. They'd spent most their childhood together, they were as easy to read as a children’s book to each other.

“Missing home?”

“Sort of, I got my own slice of home with the boys and-and you but… pads, mum dad yeh, feel like on your birthday your always supposed to see your family.”

Although Harry, Harrison, Sam and Y/n had managed to fly out to surprise Tom on his birthday- prior commitments meant his parents and youngest brother hadn’t been able to make it. They four arrived yesterday, greeted by a very shocked and pretty emotional Tom - who had clearly been missing the sense of home somewhat. He’d been away shooting a film, then straight away launching into press for the next spiderman movie. It had been a long while since he’d been in London - half a year in fact.

This time too, he’d been away without a single family member or friend - that was another truth he’d learnt about growing up. Your friends and family, they all get lives of their own. Tom used to be a trailblazer, the first to get a job, the one everyone was super proud of. They still were, of course, but didn’t dote on him in quite the same way - everyone had their own shit to deal with. It was yet another reason Tom wasn’t welcoming his birthday as much as he usually would.

“Your parents did always spoil you rotten.”

“They spoilt you worst and you’re not technically their kid.” Y/n rolled her eyes, even if it might slightly true - muttering a ‘touche’ at the brown-haired boy next to her. Their families had always been close; naturally the adults seemed to gravitate more to the kids that weren’t their own. The ones who you could ‘give back’ at the end of the day. It just so happened Nikki and Dom had always loved having Y/n around, maybe a bit more than anyone else.

“Have you had a good birthday then? You should be in there with Greg pouring that shitty vodka down your throat.” Y/n questioned, whilst shrugging back toward the house, the dull thump of Jacob's playlist just audible. Still, both stared upwards, standing close enough that their upper arms were both pressed up against each other. She expected a jovial answer, but even from his tone, it was evident there was something up. He sounded…weary?

“I’m bloody glad you all came...don’t get me wrong, I love Z and Jacob and everyone but….”

“Shitty week?”

“Shitty birthday week of promo and press.” Tom scathed, and Y/n nodded. Even if she couldn’t understand what was so bad about press, she knew that Tom hated it passionately. And in the same way, he loved all his castmates dearly, but they hadn’t known him his whole life. They didn’t understand why he did every little thing; their values lay just that bit apart. It just wasn’t the same as being surrounded with his family - you and Harrison adopted Hollands too.

“I just feel like I’ve spent all week trapped in a room answering the most stupid, irrelevant and inconsequential questions... Everything’s just so surface level and fake and, and I-“He cut himself off, for the first time meeting Y/n’s eyes. In all honesty, Tom got a bit caught up in the stars reflecting off her piercing y/e/c eyes before changing tack.

“Will you do me a favour?”

This wasn’t spoken with the normal Tom tone. It wasn’t joking or jovial; it wasn’t an ‘off the tongue’ thing. This was spoken with such seriousness and gravitas coming from his deep voice that Y/n replied equally truthfully.

“Always T, you know that.”

“Will you please ask me a personal and serious and deep question?”

She got where he was coming from too.

Clearly, even though the evening was supposed to be a light piss up in celebration, it had instead unearthed some darker thoughts that Tom had been harbouring away. Perhaps he never even realised he needed such seriousness, or perhaps with his castmates he hadn’t felt comfortable exposing himself like that. Either way, Y/n was going to respect him now. It was technically his birthday, too; the clocks had already struck 12 - it was now his day.

It wasn’t tricky to think of one; she’d often wondered the same question of him - never with the opportunity to ask. The question popped into her head again, almost as soon as Tom asked for one.

“Okay…. What’s your deepest regret that makes you feel guilty for feeling because in the grand scheme of things, it minor? Like such a 'first world problem'." What do you regret that’s just completely selfish?”

Tom immediately stiffened, his jaw tensing as he worked through his thoughts in his head. Scared she’d pushed it too far, Y/n averted her gaze back to the sky, chewing her bottom lip slightly. It took a moment, but then she saw Tom turn towards her, in the peripheries of her vision. With a tightly closed-lip smirk on his face he joked “If your gonna ask questions like that, we better sit down.”

And so they did, both sitting crossed legged on the ground, knees brushing against each other. Just on the grass lawn, almost mirroring themselves all those years ago as kids in that camping site. Y/n wondered if she should offer to play football instead - to cheer him up.

“Missing out. I miss out months at a time. Miss out on seeing mum and dad, miss out on the pub quizzes with the boys, miss out seeing you… I mean, I didn’t even know you had a new job until you mentioned it this morning. I miss out on time with nana Tess and all my grandparents, and that’s scary cos… well, every time I go, it could be the last time… I don’t know, I just… I get so much, get to travel, to see the world, but… sometimes it feels like I’m sacrificing the foundations. And without the foundations….”

“The walls come crumbling down.” Y/n finished off his sentence quietly, barely whispering the words - but from Tom’s nod of agreement, it seemed like she’d hit the nail on the head. There was silence for a beat till Y/n whispered to him.

“Well, happy birthday to you” Trying to bring the mood up a little, she bumped his shoulder, and Tom chuckled breathily.

“Seriously! This is helping me out. I-I just need to get everything out and start my 25th year fresh.”

“Hey, if that’s all you want, I’m getting a refund on my present- we can just get deep and interview each other.”

“I’m game, except I’m keeping the present too.”

“Just because it’s your birthday and I’m a bit tipsy, I’ll allow it.”

“Okay, well then, Y/n L/n”, He spoke formally, leaning in closer and making her giggle a little. “What’s your biggest regret?”

“Honestly?” Tom just repeated her in reply, but this time it was a statement.

"Honestly."

He really was going deep too. No holding back now. Y/n sucked on her cheek before replying. “Not travelling with you when we were 19… I was just so determined to get to uni and start grown-up life, but… well, grown-up life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I should’ve tried to stay a kid longer, messing about on your film sets and pretending it was work. I think I would’ve learnt more from seeing the world with you.”

“Well, I am very knowledgable.”

“Shut up, you drop out- who didn't know what a drag race was.” She wasn’t wrong, and whilst yes, he had dropped out to be a film star - he was still a dropout. (with exceptionally poor knowledge of RuPaul) He scowled, then leaning back on his hands, so he was half reclined on the grass as Y/n thought of her next question.

“Whats your biggest worry?”

“Easy.” He chuffed, making Y/n furrow her brows at him. Clearly, he’d already thought of this. “That I finally settle down with the love of my life, and then the fans or press or paps ruin it.”

It made sense; every time Tom had gone public with a relationship, it had ended in a minor car crash. Typically it was also the girl who got hurt; she was the ‘victim’ in everything. Though Y/n had seen first hand the effect it had had on Tom - he never made it out damage-free.

“You make it sound like you’ve already got this dream girl queued and waiting.”

“I wish”, Tom sighed, as Y/n took the opportunity to completely lie down on the grass, staring up at the dark abyss. She’d always loved the stars and had become a bit of a geek on them as they’d grown up too- and maybe it was all down to Tom on that camping trip. Following suit, Tom copied her, his head resting on his hands that were crossed behind his head, taking in the moment of pure peace as they lay on the grass.

“You see that bright one there?” Pointing up, Y/n shimmied closer to him so that he definitely saw the same thing as her. “It’s actually not one. Look closer.” Humming, Tom shifted a bit closer, so her shoulder slotted under the side of his body just the teeniest bit. It meant he could follow her direction and squinted up at the little patch of the sky.

“ 5…maybe 6? What is it?”

“The pliedes supercluster…. basically a big group of stars that all were born from the same place- the same stellar nursery.”

“But they’re moving now?” She hummed in confirmation to his question, briefly glancing at the way his eyes were fixed on the sky. For the first time he seemed genuinely interested in hearing her stories of the stars. It usually was an eye roll and ‘you’re so lame’.

“They’re called the sibling stars… like everything in life, as they get older they drift apart but…. but to us down here? They’ll always be associated together because they have a gravitational effect on each other. They’ll always have their thing tying them together. Like an invisible string.”

“Sounds like you’re being metaphorical.” Tom chuckled, expecting a taunt back but receiving nothing except a gentle agreement.

“Theres also actually 7. The last one people can only sometimes see… it’s a pulsing star, so comes and goes.”

“They do that?”

“Yeh, and no matter what… if you can see it or not, it’s always there. Always having an impact on its family.”

Biting his lower lip slightly, Tom repositioned his head slightly, Y/n’s words taking time to be fully absorbed. He was sure she was making parallels to him. Barely there, appearing and disappearing, but always a part of the family.

“You are being metaphorical.”

“Maybe.” She whispered shortly. “Metaphors depend on who’s listening and if they draw parallels to their own life. It’s subjective. You can’t tell anyone what is and isn’t metaphor…. it takes the beauty out of it.”

“Right, sure... But if you were…. me, harry, Sam, pads, you, Haz, Tuwaine? That the 7?” Y/n held back the little smile at his words. Tom wasn’t as ‘head in the clouds’ as she was- he was literal. Also, he was bloody stubborn when he wanted to be.

“I wasn’t being metaphorical T.” He knew she was lying. She knew that he knew. But it still helped him, made him feel a bit better. That he was always, in some way, having some effect... lives always intertwined with the people he cared about the most.

“Tell me another story about another star.”

Time for the rest of the night kind of got lost. The two young adults just lay on the grass, entirely in their own little world, using each others body heat to keep themselves warm through the early hours. Neither felt remotely tired, Y/n whispering her little stories of both the myths and science of the old stars, pointing out each planet. Meanwhile, Tom listened in awe, for once not taking the mick out of her incredibly geeky hobby. Instead, he found himself getting fascinated by all the little intricacies Y/n was so passionate about.

It was only when the stars began to fade, as orangey-red hue started to seep up from the horizon the either noticed the time. It was now the morning of the next day, the house long since had turned silent behind them - presumably, everyone finally passing out shit faced.

As the stars’ light was overtaken by the rising sun, Y/n ran out of stories; the two settled into silence - neither quite ready to go to bed yet.

“It’s still my turn,” Tom spoke into the sky before pivoting his head to look Y/n in the eye, seeing the confusion in her furrowed brows. “It’s my question to ask. My turn.”

“Aren’t you sick of my voice yet?” There was absolutely no reason that they were both whispering. It wasn’t like anyone was trying to listen or that they’d disturb anyone else my talking normally. But it was nicer that way. It felt calming... intimate even.

“One more. And then you get one more… and then we really should probably go to bed.” He didn’t want the night to end; he was immensely enjoying this weird grey time between being 25 and 26. But it was cold, Tom could tell Y/n had started to feel it a little more. To be fair, she was only in a floral day dress, not much in the way of warmth. With a hum of agreement, Y/n smiled lightly at him, urging his question.

“Whats the biggest secret you’ve kept from me?”

With a bit of a scoff, Y/n sighed and closed her eyes, trying to draw some strength she wasn’t sure she had. It wasn’t like she needed to wrack her brains to come up with it - she knew instantly. Almost painfully too.

“Uhm, honestly?” Now even more intrigued, Tom nodded, using his foot for nudge hers - encouraging her to speak. “Probably how much you mean to me.”

“Oh” He couldn’t help it; the sound just slipped out his mouth without checking with his brain first. That answer had just been so unexpected. He had honestly been thinking that it would be something about how ‘fame had changed him’. After hearing that, Y/n turned her head up the sky again, feeling like her cheeks were on fire with embarrassed heat. Tom knew he had fucked up.

“No, I… I didn’t mean- just just ask me too.” With a sigh, Y/n waved off his stumbled answer as he tried to cover himself.

“This is stup-“

“Ask me!” For the first time in 5 hours, Tom spoke at an normal volume - but it felt painfully loud, like a shout.

“What’s the biggest secret you kept from me?” Her tone was defeated, but nevertheless, he answered.

“How upset I was when you didn’t come when we were 19. I got why, but it was still annoying. Felt like you were picking uni friends over me-“ At this point on any other evening, Y/n would have interjected and argued. None of this situation was normal, though, so she chose to hear him out. “- I know it’s stupid, but…. I guess that’s how much you meant an-and still mean to me too.”

There was silence for a couple minutes, waiting whilst the sun started to peep over the horizon, the lone witness to an otherwise very private conversation. That was until Y/n barely spoke, more like mouthed 2 simple words.

“I lied.” The intensity of the way Tom stared at her made Y/n wish that the sun hadn’t been so bright, that they were back in the darkness that hid her face more. “Biggest lie I’ve told you … that I’m not in love with you.”

Y/n didn’t see because she couldn’t face looking at him, but Tom’s face erupted into the most prominent, toothiest smile. Whilst Tom was enjoying the moment of being absolutely ecstatic, Y/n was waiting for a response- feeling her world come crashing in. That she'd just destroyed one of the most important friendships in her life too.

But then he said the opposite of what she thought he would.

“I lied too.”

That had her attention, whipping her head toward him as Tom rolled onto his side on the lawn, balancing with his head resting on one hand. “I lied that I’ve not been completely under your spell since we were kids at that campsite, and you were homesick.”

Y/n’s heart was literally in her mouth, brain overwhelmed but one overriding thought oh so bloody clear.

She’d lost control of everything, arching up to mirror Tom. Using one hand, she reached out to cup Tom’s jaw, to which he instinctively leant toward - until their lips were mere centimetres apart, hot breath fanning over each other.

Y/n no control as she whispered those 3 words against his lips. No control at how immediately after he pressed his to hers; no control as Tom guided her to roll on top of him, knees either side of his torso as his strong arms wrapped around her back.

Once again, time was lost between the two, only pulling apart when their lungs burned for oxygen.

“For the record, I love you too.” Grinning from ear to ear, Tom used one hand to gently stroke his thumb across her cheek, switching his focus from her left to right eye - in wonder at how the early morning sun reflected from her y/e/c irises. He’d always thought she was beyond beautiful, but when she was this close to him, with the sun rising behind her in such a way - she looked damn ethereal.

“Happy birthday T.” Nodding in agreement, Tom chuckled before finding her lips once again, whispering against them.

“Yeh, happy damn birthday to me.”

~~~~let me know what you think ;) ~~~~~

tagging: @hallecarey1 @hollandfanficlove @crossyourpeter

[justsomeoneunordinary]

Hi, yes, I know it’s been two and a half years. It’s been two and a half years but I’m still not over that shitshow that calls itself ‘Avengers: Endgame’.  

You know what irritates me the most? Above Tony’s death, above that shitty ending, above Professor Hulk and Nat’s self-sacrifice and Gamora who isn’t our Gamora but a different one and all those bad, bad character arcs in general?

What irritates me the most is that stupid, dumbass, ill-conceived 5-year-gap between Infinity War and Endgame.

It’s shock value. Nothing but pure shock value. There was not a single braincell involved when the writers decided to go with that route. They only had one question in mind and that was “how can we shock our audience the most?” and yes, congratulations, mission accomplished you fucking idiots!

But how, how on earth do you plan something like that without a single thought of the consequences? How do you write a world where half of the population of the entire universe vanishes and then of a sudden reappears 5 years later as if not a second has passed for them, without answering the questions of

1. Hey, what’s with all those who have moved on meanwhile? Who have found new families/lovers/made a new life? Being suddenly confronted with their old family/loved ones being back? Just… you know… 5 years younger, which can, depending on age, be quite a huge deal?

2. What’s with those who couldn’t move on? Who might’ve harmed themselves because they couldn’t go on with having everyone lost?

3. What’s with those who did blip and then suddenly have to orient themselves within these new circumstances?

4. And so many questions that were already asked post-Infinity War: didn’t technically more die due to accidents during the snap? Not to mention that the world in itself must’ve changed a great deal when this many people disappear suddenly. Economy, living conditions, environment in general—where’s the world building? Where are the explanations?

5. Is the MCU aware that every following movie/series plays now in 2023? Considering how often they already messed up with the numbers I wouldn’t be surprised even a single bit if they forgot. (Which is extremely embarrassing for such a huge franchise.)

Like, ‘Spiderman Far From Home’ technically should’ve answered all those questions, instead they just made jokes about it, like that one boy explaining that his younger brother is suddenly older than him. Was that supposed to be funny? It’s not funny, it’s confusing, it’s weird, it’s life-changing!

Those writers really didn’t think even a single bit when they decided to go with that 5-year-gap. They could’ve done 5 months instead! 5 months would’ve been still shocking, because none of us would’ve expected this much time to pass until the Avengers avenge, and they still could’ve easily shown how in that time Thor developed depression, Clint went murdering people, Bruce experimented on himself a bit too far (though, rather not to be honest, fuck that Professor Hulk bullshit what the hell even) etc.

Sure, we wouldn’t’ve gotten Iron Fam which is a pity (unless they made Tony survive wielding the gauntlet and giving us a view into the future with happy retired Iron Fam, thank you very much), but all in all still much more reasonable than letting 5 years pass unnecessarily.

Honestly, fuck Endgame solely for that alone. Fuck the writers. And fuck everyone who approved going with that incredibly bad route of wannabe story telling.