#Jameson wayne

[secondgenerationnerd]

How do Steph and cass make things accessible for their boys in the house since they are deaf?

Well, the first thing they did was they got a video/light doorbell. So a light flashes in the living room and a video recording pops up on one of the screens in their rooms (all a closed circuit thanks to Auntie Babs). The boys know never to answer the door without Mama (Steph) or Mommy (Cass)

They also have a flashing fire alarm in every room of the house. These are BRIGHT ASS lights and they’re in a place that’s different from the doorbell lights.

Timers on the bathroom and kitchen sinks (because the boys will leave the water running on accident)

When the boys are older, bed shaker alarm clocks to wake them up for school and a video phone (it has an interpreter line so they can communicate with friends and family without too much hassle)

Cass in particular wanted the boys to have a way to communicate. She pushed for all of them to learn ASL, which most of them had a decent grasp of already. She didn’t want her boys to struggle like she did

[got-the-cheese-touch]

actual footage of me when my fictional crush gets into a cannon relationship

[nofingjustaninchident]

i wish i could impregnate a male

[adddddiiii]

okay hear me out…

xander hawthorne x reader where they’re working on some crazy project together (like a puzzle or a mystery or something) and reader is super focused but xander just keeps flirting??

like he’s making all these ridiculous jokes and being his chaotic self, but he’s also lowkey super smart and figures something out before reader does?

i just feel like their dynamic would be so fun and cute! pls write this if u can, your stuff is amazing!! <3

and can i be 🐞 anon?

Chaos and Clues

Author's Note: Yes you can be 🐞 anon and that's such a fun idea! Very Xander

Contents: Xander Hawthorne x gn!reader

“You’re not even trying,” you groaned, shoving a stack of papers aside and glaring at Xander, who was sprawled across the couch in the study.

“I am absolutely trying,” he countered. His tone dripped with mock offense. “Trying to keep you from combusting.”

You rolled your eyes and returned to the documents spread across the coffee table. The two of you had been working on this puzzle for hours — or rather, you had been working, while Xander alternated between snacking, cracking jokes, and occasionally throwing a stress ball at the wall.

“It’s not that hard to focus, Xander,” you muttered, highlighting another line in the file.

“Easy for you to say,” he shot back. “You’re all business. No fun. It’s a little scary, actually.”

You looked up and narrowed your eyes at him. “I wouldn’t have to be ‘all business’ if someone would stop distracting me.”

Xander grinned, the picture of unbothered charm. “What can I say? I bring balance to your overachiever energy. Besides, you love it.”

“I tolerate it,” you corrected and turned back to the notes.

But your resolve faltered when Xander slid off the couch and flopped down beside you on the floor, his chin resting on his hand as he studied you with an exaggeratedly serious expression.

“What?” you asked, annoyed but unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips.

“Nothing,” he said innocently. “Just appreciating the way your forehead wrinkles when you’re stressed. It’s cute.”

You groaned and shoved his shoulder. “Focus, Xander!”

He laughed, leaning back on his hands. “Fine, fine. But for the record, I’ve already solved it.”

You froze. “What are you talking about?”

“The puzzle,” he said nonchalantly, gesturing toward the mess of papers and diagrams. “I figured it out like, forty minutes ago.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’re lying.”

“Nope.” He popped the “p” with infuriating confidence. “The dates? They’re part of a Fibonacci sequence. Look—” He reached over, grabbing a notebook and scribbling down a series of numbers. “See? Each number is the sum of the two before it.”

You stared at the sequence, then at him, then back at the paper.

“Why didn’t you say something earlier?” you demanded, half in awe, half furious.

“Because,” he flashed a grin, “you were so cute being all serious and bossy. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.”

You swatted his arm, but you couldn’t hide the smile creeping onto your face. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re brilliant,” he shot back, his voice softer now. “Team effort, right?”

Despite yourself, you felt the tension melt away. He might have been insufferable, but he was your favorite kind of insufferable.

“Fine,” you shook your head. “Team effort. But next time, say something before I lose my mind, okay?”

Xander's grin turned soft, fond. "Can't promise that," he leaned back with a smirk, "but I can promise I'll never bore you."

[thedarktowerdames]

Art Edit Credit to Roberto Coltro

[pat1dee]

Batman by Jim Starlin and Jaime Jameson

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

Art Edit Credit to Roberto Coltro

[fashioneveryweek]

Wayne Wonder performs at AWAKE x JAMESON release party

[helmstone]

More Thunderbirds on audio in 2024

More Thunderbirds on audio in 2024

Big Finish announced (on Sep 30, aka the official Thunderbirds Day) a new audio adventure, coming January 5. Thunderbirds: Danger and Deception contains four new exciting adventures adapted from the TV21 comic strips, written by Alan Fennell. Thunderbirds: Danger and Deception Danger and Deception stars Jon Culshaw as Jeff Tracy/Parker, Wayne Forester as Virgil/Brains, Genevieve Gaunt as Lady…

[hollyskywalker]

Tony in DC

My mind just randomly asked me what would happen if Tony Stark got dropped into the DC universe. The answer: chaos.

Tony meeting Bruce Wayne: "So, you're a poorer, goth, pacifist version of me."

Tony meeting Dick Grayson : "Ah, you're the kid just without powers."

Tony meeting Superman: "Ah, you're Cap with powers."

Tony meeting Tim Drake: "You're hired."

Tony meeting Joker: "But you're not even funny! This place has no standards."

Tony meeting Scarecrow: "I have my own fear toxin: it's called anxiety, bitch!"

Tony meeting Wonder Woman: "...Nat and Thor's lovechild? I honestly can't decide. Anyway, you're terrifying. Let's be friends."

Tony meeting Lex Luthor: "Ha! Kingpin is bald in all universes!"

Tony meeting Aquaman: “Smash.”

Justice League: “So…you don’t want help finding a way back?” Tony: “Nah, I give it 3 days before the kid shows up” Justice League: “And you’re certain of this, why?” Tony: “Because this is about the last place I want him to be. So naturally, he’ll be here.” Bruce, father of eight, who can deeply relate: “Mood.”

Peter, showing up 2 days later: “This place has no Thor? No wonder it’s so depressing.”

Peter: “This place has no J. Jonah Jameson? Mr. Stark, can we stay here?” Tony: “Peter, no.”

Tony, at some point: “So what’s the deal with aliens in this universe? Cause in my universe they're a big, big problem.” Clark Kent: “…”

Tony to Harley Quinn: “Have you ever tried therapy?”

Tony to Poison Ivy: “I understand the instant hatred for me but also I invented a self-sustaining clean energy in my universe so I feel like the murder attempts are a bit much.”

Jason: “Bruce and I have a complicated relationship because he has a code against killing and I don’t.” Tony, was literally called the Merchant of Death: “Seriously? I wish the kid would use a gun every once in a while. He thinks his healing factor makes it ok for him to get shot but i have a heart condition and need a break from digging out bullets.”

Tony: “You think he’s my son?” Justice League: “You call him your kid all the time” Tony: “THE kid. I call him THE kid.” Justice League: “He finished the calculations to get back to your universe and you put the plans on the fridge.” Tony: “...He’s an orphan. He needs reassurance and encouragement.”

Tony: “I don’t know how, but you’re making me miss my universe’s wizard and he’s a pain in the ass.” Constantine: “I don’t give a flying fuck.” Tony: “See! At least Strange has some pizzazz to go with the magic.”

Tony meeting Killer Croc: “Listen, I know this great dermatologist. I’ll give you her card.”

Captain Boomerang: “Stop laughing!” Tony: “Aye aye cap’n!” *wheeze*

Peter: “Why birds? Dick: “What?” Peter: “We have Falcon and Hawkeye, here they have like 10 robins, Talon, Hawkman, the penguin, a group called birds of prey…why birds?” Dick: “Why spiders?” Peter: “Got bit by one that gave me powers. What’s your excuse?”

[cablecar-s]

to love and self loathe

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Insert Clown Music Take Two

Its been a few weeks already since news and sightings of Spider-Woman being in Gotham had come out. People were theorizing as to why she was in Gotham. Some badmouthing her for leaving New Yorkers to fend for themselves, while others were saying how it was good that she was gone, and she was now Gotham's problem.

The talked-about-vigilante was currently pacing around her apartment, practically pulling her hair out at the fact everyone now knows that she's back, but not in New York.

She should have known that the press would be there at the party. It was Bruce Wayne's party for that matter! Gotham's infamous billionaire playboy! What was she thinking!?

Obviously she wasn't!

And as if to make matters even worse, last night, because of how tired she was, she ended up transferring photos of herself as Spider-Woman into the USB instead of photos of Gotham's vigilantes. She may as well yell at the top of her lungs at Wayne Tower that she was Spider-Woman.

She let out an exasperated groan and flopped down onto her couch. Just thinking about it made her want to jump in front of the subways of Gotham.

"I want you to take pictures of Spider-Woman."

The photographer stumbled a bit when making her way to her boss's desk.

"Pardon?" She blinked incredulously, thinking she had heard wrong.

"With Gotham's vigilantes to be more precise."

The vigilante in question watched as the other woman turned the screen towards her employee as she watched with wide eyes, a shaky video of her, Red Hood, and Nightwing fighting against Black Mask's men.

She felt her mouth become dry and the way her heart practically dropped down to her feet. 

Of course there were reporters at the party.

"Ma'am, I don't think it's necessary to try and capture pictures of Spider-Woman." The photographer quickly tried to dissuade. "I mean, for all we know, she might have already left!" 

"Nonsense." The older woman waved her employee's unnoticed pleas away. Turning her computer back towards her, the Spider could see a newfound glint in her boss' eyes. 

"It's obvious she's here for a reason." Looking away from her screen, she stared at the Spider. "You've taken plenty of pictures of her back in New York, I'm sure this'll be easy work for you. Maybe you can even get Spider-Woman to do an interview with you."

"With all due respect—"

The office phone on the woman's desk began to ring, cutting the vigilante off. She watched the woman quickly pick it up, beginning to converse with the person on the other side.

All the while, the vigilante continued to stand there, her mind running thousands of miles a minute, trying to figure out how she can get herself out of this situation. It's not until the yell of her name brought her out of her slight state of panic.

Looking up, she saw her boss, face annoyed, office phone still in hand and pressed against her ear. Her hand was held out, her face showing obvious impatience. 

Quickly, the photographer took out her USB drive from her camera bag and gave it to her boss who swiftly plugged it into her computer, her file opening. 

She watched as her demon of a boss' eyes began to skim through the photos, a grin plastering itself onto her face. The Spider's stomach churned in anxiousness, her hands beginning to fidget with her camera bag.

Shit, what did she do?

"Honestly, you're just pulling at my leg at this point." Her boss started. "Jameson did say you were full of surprises though." She hummed. Looking back at her employee she was full of content now. "These pictures of Spider-Woman will do nicely."

Her heart practically dropped.

"What..?" She croaked out.

"They're from New York but thank god we have photo editors. Keep up the good work." She dismissed the photographer who could only stand there, wide-eyed and speechless.

Her boss all the while continued to talk to the person on the other side of the phone, not paying any attention to her employee anymore.

Coming back to the present, the 'retired' vigilante dragged her hands across her face, silently beating herself up for being so reckless.

Maybe it's not too late to change companies again? She could always try Metropolis. Or maybe head over to Washington in Starling City, she's heard that the views are beautiful over there. 

Taking a glance at her phone, she noticed that she still had a full day ahead of her. Turning her head, she stared out her window for a long minute. Maybe going out could help calm her a bit.

With a sigh, she forced herself back onto her feet and put her shoes on, leaving her apartment and letting her feet take her wherever it decided to take her.

---

Her feet ended up taking her to a small coffee shop just a few ways away from her apartment. A different one this time. She didn't think she'd be able to handle the stress if she ended up going back to the same one where she got chased by the two lackeys of Black Mask, and then proceeded to get chased, again.

In the small coffee shop, the Spider found herself a comfy little spot in a corner booth by the window. In front of her was a small cup of coffee, the steam slowly rising from the liquid and dissipating into the slightly colder air. 

Staring at the brown liquid, she grimaced while taking a small sip of the hot drink. Gently setting it down, she stared out the window, watching people pass by, cars driving through the streets. 

God what was she going to do?

Stay? Go? Make amends with the bats and hope they take her heartfelt apology for even stepping foot into their territory?

Closing her eyes for a moment, she tried thinking of what she was going to do now that she pretty much messed up her chances of starting anew. Her brows furrowed, the sound of the quiet chatter of people in the coffee shop, the honking of cars outside, and the AC in the coffee shop buzzing beginning to slightly distract her.

And then—

"You're not making me do this project all by myself are you?"

Her eyes quickly opened.

"What?"

The woman stared at her boyfriend who had an amused look to his face. Her eyes flitted about. She was in his bedroom, the two of them sitting on the floor. He sat across from her as there was a pile of art and craft supplies between them.

"Everything okay?"

She looked up at the boy, who now looked worried. He reached over, hand gently cupping the side of her face, thumb slightly caressing her cheek.

She blinked a few times. "Uh, yeah, I just.." Her brows furrowed.

She just..?

Huh..

Seems like she's forgotten.

She shook her head, her hand gently pulling his hand away from her face while simultaneously giving it a small squeeze.

"Never mind." She smiled.

He stared at her for a moment, studying her expression before his own eased into a gentle smile.

"If you say so." He hums. "Anyways, we better start on this project. Wanna go grab the glue gun? It's on my desk." He motioned his head to his desk, the glue gun laying there.

Letting out a hum of her own, she got up and walked over to her boyfriend's desk.

"You think Ms. Henderson will notice if we add googly eyes to our..."

When she turns back around, she's no longer in his room. Her casual clothes no longer on her body and instead her Spider-Woman suit.

The glue gun now substituted for a metal beam that was raised over her head.

And in front of her?

"What are you waiting for?" His voice made a chill go down her spine as she stared at him. His malicious grin causing her fight or flight instincts to kick in.

"Aren't you going to kill me?!" The man lunged at her.

A scream of surprise and the sound of glass shattering made the woman quickly open her eyes. Her heart pounded against her chest, breath stuttering. Her eyes flitted about her surroundings, trying to ground herself of where she was at.

"Ma'am." A voice weakly called out to her.

Turning her head, she looked at a female employee who looked scared out of her mind. The Spider's eyes trailed down, her hand tightly gripping at the poor girl's arm.

"Oh..!" Quickly, she let go of the younger woman. Looking up, she saw as everyone's eyes were on her.

Standing up, she opened her mouth to apologize, but the sound of glass crunching beneath her shoes caused her to look down.

Her cup of coffee now broken and splattered all over the ground.

Could her day get any worse?

Embarrassed, she apologized once more, paying for both her coffee and the broken cup. She left a generous tip to the employee before quickly leaving the small shop.

Ducking her head down, she made her way back to her apartment, the sound of his laughter quietly haunting her with each step she took.

———

B A M ! !

W H A C K ! !

"Alright smart-ass, last chance." Jason shoved the barrel of his gun into the goon's jaw, his other hand tight around the collar of his suit.

"Tell me where Sionis is, I'll even make it less painful when I knock you out." He bargained.

"Fine I'll talk! I'll talk!" The goon was quick to give in, putting his hands up in surrender. "He's going to meet up with Penguin at one of his warehouses! On the Southside!"

Jason practically pushed his gun closer to the man's jaw, making it more uncomfortably painful for the henchman.

"This better not be another trick like last time." He snarled.

"It's not! I swear!"

"Good."

Jason hit the man's temple with the butt of his gun. He watched as the man fell, his hand going up and pressing a button on the side of his helmet.

"Found Sionis' location. Heading there now."

"Copy that. Let us know if you need backup." Oracle responded.

"Won't be needing it."

Pulling out his grappling gun, Jason left the building. Swinging from a few buildings, not far, hidden behind a few trash cans, he pulled out his motorcycle.

With a rev of the engine, Jason sped through the streets.

"You think she'll show up tonight?" Stephanie questioned through the comms.

"Who? Spider-Woman?" Dick questioned.

"Not with how Jason intimidated her." Tim snorted.

"Yeah Jason, why'd you have to scare her off?" Steph adds.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet. "She doesn't need to be in Gotham. If she wants to save people from thugs, she can go back to New York."

"You sound a lot like someone I know." Tim mocked.

Jason frowned. "Shut it Drake. I'll shove your pole up your—"

Bruce quickly intervened before anything else could happen between his children. "Enough. Focus on patrolling."

"Tt. You all are pathetic." Damian said.

Always had to have the last word.

Jason rolled his eyes once more. Pressing the same button, he turned his comms off, not wanting anyone else to bother him while he dealt with Sionis.

As he got closer to the warehouse, he cruised along the streets before turning into another alleyway. Turning off his bike, he made his way up onto the rooftops, grappling from building to building before landing gracefully on the roof of the warehouse.

Turning his detective vision on, he walked around a bit before finding himself a vent. Ripping it off with ease, a small grunt left him as he barely squeezed through the air vents.

Getting himself deeper into the building, his helmet began to pick up two familiar voices talking: Penguin and Black Mask.

"What? Don't believe me Sionis?" Penguin questioned.

"It's not that I don't believe you Cobblepot. I've just had a few rats lie to me these past few days with some recent deals."

The two crime lords stood face to face, a wooden crate opened with guns in them. Standing behind them respectfully were their multiple goons.

A stock difference between the group of men. Penguin's men looking rugged, donning wife beaters with a few jackets to protect them from the Gotham cold, some of them even wearing random masks and face paint. Sionis' men on the other hand all had suits on, all of them wearing a black mask just like the man they worked under.

There was a good number of them. 20 in total, not counting the two crime lords.

"Ah come on Sionis! You really think I'd backstab you? That'd be bad for business. I even got packed some good ones. See?" Penguin led Sionis over to the wooden crate, making the crime lords let out a low whistle.

"Not bad Cobblepot. How much?"

"How about–"

And then Red Hood could see a bit of movement from the corner of his eye. With a frown, he turned the bioscanner on, and just by their movements he was not pleased.

They slowly climbed down the wall, unnoticed by the other goons as they looked at one of the opened crates

"Just my fucking luck." He hissed, getting himself ready to grab Sionis before she could possibly mess anything else up.

"Woah, that's a lot of guns."

What the hell was she doing here?

Just what the hell was she doing here?

She was only supposed to be taking pictures! Not stopping an illegal gun dealing!

She was just trying to get home, catch a few Z's and then head out to take pictures.

But while getting dressed.. Oh lookie here! She had caught herself putting her spider suit on...

. . .

Okay so maybe she was partly at fault. But it was just out of habit! Wouldn't someone who has been dressing as a hero for years pick it back up after going on a hiatus?

It's not like she missed it or anything...

Also! It was good for her job! Might as well start taking pictures of Spider-Woman again like old times! 

. . .

Right..?

..God she hated herself.

She wouldn't let this become a habit again. She swore to stop this hero thing. But then stopping a small burglary turned to stopping a robbery at a shop, to catching lowly criminals spray painting a building, only to then come across a supposed empty warehouse.

And what did she find? An illegal gun dealership between Sionis and some small guy who, oddly enough, reminded her of a penguin.

Sneaking herself inside one of the windows, she set up her camera. Quietly, she swings from a metal beam before quietly dropping down on the unsuspecting men.

Going towards one of the boxes, she gave a small whistle.

"Woah, that's a lot of guns."

Everyone turned towards her while she picked one of them up.

"Oi! Don't touch those!" The short man yelled.

"And they're real?" She weighs the weapon in her hands. "Hey, you guys have a permit for these right?" She looked up at them, only to see they were all pointing the guns at her. "I'll take that as a no."

"Kill her!" Sionis yelled.

Quickly, she jumped in the air as they began to spray bullets at her. Jumping from beam to beam, she shot her webs out at the men, pulling the guns out from their hands and yanking it to hit another goon in the head.

Landing in front of a man, with a fwip of her web, she pulled it out of his hands, waving it around a bit.

"Don't you guys know these are dangerous to use? Could really hurt someone. Woah!" She dodged as another man shot at her.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Sionis and the Penguin guy trying to make a break for it.

"Hey! Leaving so soon!" She called, her webs sticking their feet to the ground. "Don't tell me you're getting cold feet!"

The back of her head slightly tingled, making her quickly jump up in the air as more of both Black Mask's and Penguin's men shot at her. 

"Argh! Watch it you idiots!" Penguin yelled.

"Uh, sorry boss!" 

They continued to shoot at the Spider, but she continued to jump and weave between them all, making the men have to dodge their own bullets.

Landing in the middle of three men, they pointed their guns at her, about to shoot at her until she jumped up.

"Woah friendly fire you guys!" She exclaimed. Webbing the barrels of their guns to a singular string, she yanked it, causing all three of the men to crash into each other in the middle. 

Swinging down as bullets flew at her on one of the beams, she swung down, kicking the same man into the chest. Letting out a yell, the man crashed into another man that was behind him, causing the two to fall back onto the concrete floor.

With a small front flip, Spider-Woman landed on her feet with ease and raised her hands like a gymnast would after finishing their routine.

"What do you guys think? I think that deserves a ten." She looked over at the remaining men who aimed to shoot at her, making her quickly dodge the bullets. "Come on guys, it couldn't be that bad! Yeah I'm rusty but-"

"Would you shut the fuck up!" One of them yelled, pointing his gun and shooting at her more.

Shooting a web, she pulls herself up into the air. "Yeesh.. Tough crowd." 

Making a U-turn, she swings back towards the men, but it wasn't until her skull tingled. With wide eyes, she saw Red Hood swinging over to Black Mask and the short guy.

"Hey watch out!" She yelled, but with how fast the two were swinging, she wasn't able to avoid him in time.

Their bodies clashed mid-air, knocking the air out of both of them, mainly Spider-Woman, Red Hood was built like a fridge, and yet she felt like she got hit by a truck. 

Grunts coming out of both of them, Red Hood's grip on his grappler slackened a bit, and out of the adrenaline rush, the Spider was able to grab Hood with a web before pulling him towards her.

"Let go..!" He grunts.

"Wait wait wait!!" She panics as her brain began to buzz to life. With a quick glance she can see the goons point their guns at the both of them.

Her mind running hundreds of miles a minute, with her free hand, she tries to swing off in a different direction. While doing so though, one of the bullets had grazed her web shooter, causing the fluid to spring everywhere onto the two vigilantes.

"Ah shit..!" 

In an effort to save the two, she took advantage of the fact that the two were already stuck together from the webs and used her other web shooter to shoot out a web to the ceiling of the warehouse, though.. That proved to be fruitless.

The two now hung upside down from the ceiling, chest to chest. The white glowing eyes stared straight back at her white lenses. With a nervous chuckle, she looked at the most likely irritated vigilante.

"You uh.. Come here often?"

W H A C K ! !

Red Hood grunts as one of Sionis' men hits him in the head with the butt of his gun. They all snicker as the two crime lords, finally able to get free from the webbing, walked over to them.

"Some team you two make." Penguin snickers, looking at the two vigilantes.

"We're not a team." Red Hood snarls, before grunting again with another whack to the head.

"Do we kill 'em?" One of Black Mask's looked at his boss.

Black Mask simply shook his head, laughing a bit. "Nah, leave 'em. I'm sure this is a hit to Hood's ego. Better than killing him." 

"Grab everything, we're leaving." Penguin orders.

The two criminals and their goons are quick to the leave the warehouse and the two hanging vigilantes as they slowly spun.

The silence between the two was both awkward and tense. Red Hood had a slight crack to his helmet now. Spider-Woman looked anywhere but the large man, a bit afraid of his wrath she might face.

But of course, as every Spider does, they can't help but break silence with a bit of humor.

"So uh.. Nice weath-"

"Don't."

"Sorry."

The two continued to spin in complete silence until Red Hood finally spoke.

"What were you doing here?" 

She looked at him, raising a brow, even though he couldn't see her face. "Uh...Stopping an illegal gun deal..?" She answered as if it was the obvious.

"No, what are you still doing here in Gotham." He hissed, looking at her. "I told you, you're not welcomed here. If you want to stop crime, go back to New York." 

The Spider opened her mouth, about to respond, but four faces back at New York flashed in her mind, causing her to stop from saying anything. Blinking a bit, she cleared her throat.

"Yeah, well, I can't exactly do that." She said quietly.

Red Hood raised a brow, but stayed quiet. He wasn't about to be someone's therapist. 

Someone was able to break the slightly now solemn atmosphere. 

"You know, I had a bit of a bad night, but I think this definitely made it one hundred times better."

Red Hood cursed under his breath as the two looked over, seeing Red Robin and Spoiler walking towards him.

"No- Don't-"

"Too late!" Spoiler snickered, phone already out as she snaps a photo. 

"I'm going to kill you two." Red Hood seethes. 

The two vigilantes looked at each other before shrugging.

"Worth it." 

Red Robin took out a birdarang and threw it at the single string that held them up. Both Spider-Woman and Red Hood grunted as they fell to the ground. Walking towards them, Red Robin took out another birdarang and sliced the webs, letting the other two vigilantes to stand up and brush away any remaining strands of the webs stuck to them. 

"So, Black Mask and Penguin got away?" Red Robin hummed, a smirk on his lips.

"Shut it." Red Hood looked to him, and even though he was wearing a helmet, they all knew he was glaring at him. With a huff, he crosses his arms, looking at the two. "What you are two even doing here?"

"Oracle realized you were too quiet on your comms. Should've finished a few minutes ago, so she had me and Red Robin come check on you." Spoiler placed her hands on her hips, looking between Red Hood and the Spider. "You're welcome by the way. If we didn't, you two would've probably been hanging from the ceiling for the whole night until we were done with patrol." 

While the two continued to talk, Spider-Woman was off in her own world. Looking at her wrist, she lets out a sad sigh at the sight of her broken web shooter. 

Great. This was going to take her forever to remake. She might need to have Aunt May send her a package of her old web shooters.

"Are you hurt?"

Her head shot up, now face to face with Red Robin.

"Oh! Uh, no. Just checking the damage of my web shooter. Looks like it'll be out of commission for a while." She holds out her wrist with a small chuckle.

With a hum, Red Robin walks to her, taking her wrist and looking at the small invention.

Spider-Woman stood there awkwardly as he looked at it before looking back up at her.

"These are pretty well made, considering these are made of scraps. Are you an engineer?" He looks up at her.

Scraps!?

She doesn't know whether to take his comment as a compliment or an insult. She spent her blood, sweat, and tears to make these web slingers!

She bit her tongue though, giving a slight shrug. "Something like that." She pulls her hand back. Red Robin raises a brow but doesn't question.

"You can probably get that patched up back at the batcave if you want!" Spoiler jumps into the conversation.

Both Red Robin and Red Hood look at her.

"Uh, no."

"I don't think that's necessary."

Both men answered.

Spoiler simply waved them off. "Ah don't listen to them, they're just paranoid like B." Her eyes crease up as she smiles behind her mask that hid the bottom half of her face.

"Oh no, I don't think-" Spider-Woman puts her hands up, but Spoiler was quick to wrap an arm around her shoulders.

"Nonsense! It's the least we can do for you for saving Bru- Er, Bruce Wayne! We couldn't have our playboy billionaire or his son dead." She lets out a slight nervous chuckle while the two men gave her knowing looks.

"Well I wouldn't want to intrude-" Was the Spider's last words as Spoiler began to gently push her out of the warehouse.

"Ah don't worry about it! Batman won't mind!"

Batman minded, a lot. 

Spider-Woman's shoulders were shrugged up to her ears as she looked up at Batman who towered over her, staring her down before looking back at Spoiler.

"Spoiler, what is this?"

This was it.

This was how Spider-Woman dies.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

next chapter ->

[secondgenerationnerd]

1.StephCass favorite positions 👀

2. Where do they live after having their son

3. Are Jameson and Henry close with dahlia ans Tim’s sons

1. lol they’re both bendy, there’s a lot

2. They end up moving to Bludhaven (I think I said that recently? I could be wrong and it’s late lol)

3. Well, Tim has a daughter with Kon, Gracie, but yeah, they’re very close with Gracie and Dahlia and Asha. Like they’re a group of menaces as kids. They practically have their own language, what with Dahlia being blind and the boys being deaf

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddieangstyaugust Day 19 - Music Monday: Careless Whisper – George Michael

i’m challenging myself to keep all these at either 127 or 1,270 words each, see day one for more of an explanation!

“‘S.H's SEX MEX’?” Steve’s head whips around, staring wide-eyed at the tape in Eddie’s hand. “What’s this, Harrington?”

“None of your business, that’s what.” Steve stalks back to Eddie’s desk, moving to snatch the tape from him.

Eddie pulls it out of reach. “Lemme guess, George Michael’s saxophone-y stylings are heavily featured.”

It's weird, he thinks, that a song about cheating is already starting to find it's way onto these exact types of tapes but, to each their own.

Plus: Steve goes pink. Bingo.

“No. Shut up.” He swipes for it again.

“Nah uh uh–OOF!” Eddie’s teasing is cut short when Steve fully tackles him to the ground.

He stares dumbly up at him, every bit of his body that’s pinned under Steve feels like it’s on fire.

Steve snatches the tape from his hand and sits up, straddling Eddie’s legs in triumph.

“HA! Take that, Muns—”

“OooOHhhh! The fallen King falls lower! Caught in the lap of the town freak!” Tommy Hagan’s dumb freckled face sneers from the doorway.

Steve twists around at the sound of Tommy’s voice (a move that doesn't help Eddie’s ‘cute boy in his lap’ problem in the slightest), turns back to give Eddie another panicked look, then bolts up and out the door, face red as a stoplight.

“Think you’re real cool for gettin’ Stevie in your freak flock, Munson?”

“Didn’t think you still cared about Stevie, Hagan.” Eddie says, standing and brushing himself off, “Looked to me like you dropped him the second you had a new piece of ass to follow around.” He’s been getting some vibes from both Hagan and Hargrove ever since the latter arrived in Hawkins.

Pink Dalmatian is… well, Eddie wouldn’t say it’s a good look for Tommy, but it’s... different. “Shut the fuck up, Munson!”

“Oh yeah? Or what, you’ll sick your beefy boyfriend on me?” Eddie shrugs, nonchalant, “Gotta warn you though, I might like it.” he grins.

Tommy goes pinker, then leaves too, steam streaming out his ears.

Eddie’s decided he hates this fuckin’ mall.

Jameson’s record shop down on Main is already pricing down their stock to compete with the Sam Goody that’s opened up a couple doors down from here, and they’ve been sellin' music since Wayne was a kid 100 years ago!

Stupid fuckin’ mall.

In the middle of vowing to never set foot in this brightly-lit hellscape after he’s finished with his sundae, who should walk in but Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington. In a sailor suit. Just walked into Scoops Ahoy. Blue shorts, tall socks, matching fuckin shoes. Jesus H. Christ.

And what’s worse? The moment Eddie had looked up, the moment Steve set foot across the threshold, what should start playing over the speakers but the cheesy saxophone intro to Careless Fuckin’ Whisper.

Steve walks behind the counter, waves goodbye to whoever it was that he’s taking over for, and grabs a bucket. 

Eddie, the only person in here at 2:15pm on a Wednesday, watches as he starts methodically wiping down all the tables.

He glances up at some point and gives Eddie a tight-lipped smile before getting back to it. 

It knocks Eddie out of his reverie and he goes back to his now-soupy sundae. 

He hears Steve shuffle away at some point, but he’s not about to be caught staring again. 

The thought of what Steve’s ass looks like in those shorts almost breaks him but he stays strong, swirling his spoon around in his melted cup of goo.

He’s about to cut his losses and try to sneak a peek when a voice pipes up from in front of him.

“Thought you might need some of these.” Steve says, holding out a short stack of napkins.

“Uh.. thanks?” Eddie says, taking them.

“No problem.” Then he’s gone. 

Why would he think Eddie needed—- oh Jesus fucking Christ.

Eddie’s got a glob of vanilla ice cream melting down the front of his shirt. 

“God fuckin’---” he scrubs at the spot futilely, the flimsy napkins disintegrating against the fabric. 

The sundae’s in the trash not long after, along with his pride.

After spring break from hell, after the bats, the hospital, the NDAs, managing to come out the other side with not one but, what, 11? more friends, he and Steve are teetering on the edge of something.

Chrissy and Robin had gotten very close in the immediate aftermath of the former’s ill-fated trip to the Munson abode, bonding at first over Blondie, then over movies, then milkshakes, and kisses and– you get the idea.

He and Steve had somehow ended up on a weird duplicate of the same path. There was bonding over Dio of all things, over Star Wars, then over the ‘Ring Lord’ books as Steve liked to call them; now all that’s left to do is the date stuff if they’re gonna follow in their platonic soulmates’ footsteps.

And no matter what he’s seen happen in this stupid fuckin’ town, that’s not something he can even fathom happening.

Until.

“Hey Eds, what’re you doing on Friday night?”

Eddie shrugs, still half-focused on the miniature he’s painting for Will. “You’re lookin’ at it, Steve-o.” another touch of purple there… “Why?”

“Wanna come over? We can pick up take out from Enzo’s and watch a movie..?”

Why’s he sound so weird? Sounds like any one of their other hangouts, except the Enzo’s, that’s new. He looks up at Steve, a weird angle since he’s on the floor in front of the coffee table and Steve’s still on the couch. “Sure, sounds fun, but why Enzo’s?”

Steve’s cheeks look brighter, “I dunno, I’ve been craving fettuccine, we can get pizza if you want…?”

“Nah man, just get me some garlic bread and I’m good.” Eddie grins, going back to his work. Steve seems to relax further into the couch.

Until.

Eddie knocks on Steve’s door at 6pm on Friday evening. He scratches a spot on his arm under his jacket sleeve, wonders again why Wayne insisted Eddie not wear his favorite holey jeans and cut-off Black Sabbath tee.

Steve opens the door, “Hey! Eddie..”

“Hey Steve, you look nice.” he’s wearing a button-down shirt, odd. “What’s with the shirt?”

He looks down at himself, “Oh, just what I had left in my closet. C’mon in man..”

They’re halfway through their pasta when it hits him.

Like snapping out of a daydream, Eddie looks around.

Candles, nice shirt, pasta, wine that Steve apologized for because he “Ran out of beer, sorry.”...

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Oh my god!”

“What?!”

Eddie looks up from his plate to Steve’s face. There’s a bit of sauce on his lip. “This is a date.” he breathes.

Steve’s expression shifts from confusion to embarrassment. He puts his fork down. “Um.. Yeah. It is, that okay?”

He jerks up out of his seat and all but runs around the end of the table to pull Steve out of his. 

“Look, I’m sor—” he’s cut off by Eddie’s lips on his.

“You.” another kiss. “You took me on a date.” another. “What the fuck, Steve.”

Steve’s grinning brightly now, “Yeah, I did.”

Eddie kisses him again. “I can’t believe my uncle knew before me.”

After, when they’re lying sticky and satisfied in Steve’s bed, Eddie remembers something. “I can’t believe you sexed me up without your ‘SEX MEX’.” he laughs.

Steve does too, reaching over Eddie to push a button on his stereo. 

Those damn saxophones are at it again, crooning at them both. 

“I didn’t want to accidentally ruin the mood,” Steve admits.

Eddie laughs, “Consider the mood reignited, big boy.”

uhhh this one turned out more fun/fluffy than angsty... i'm pretty sure the only angst in it is the teasing at the beginning...... but i think i needed it after all the other angst i've been writing/reading this month.. so consider this some levity!!

see the collection on ao3!

[scarletofhufflepuff]

My new favorite au? Bruce Wayne adopting Peter Parker. Or at least, an au where either Bruce(or Batman, or at least the Batkids) or Clark(as Superman) befriend him when Peter is Spider-Man. I blame the following fics and their fantastic writing for this:

Dark Matter by mysterycyclone, Spider-Man Reborn by Karireiin, and the series of fics titled “Convergence”(with the first Fic in the series being titled “Unforeseen Consequences”) also by mysterycyclone.

These fics are a very good read, I highly recommend them.

I didn’t want to crowd my post with too many words so I added the break up above to hopefully avoid that. Here I just wanted to add the summaries of each fic I recommended.

Dark Matter:

“The last thing Peter sees is Tony's horrified, heartbroken expression leaning over him. The guilt in his eyes is almost worse than the burning pain that's taking Peter apart piece by piece. The world starts to go dark.

There's a flash of gold and green. For one moment, he finds himself standing amongst the Guardians and others. And then darkness again. It feels like blinking; an extended period of nothingness that ends as abruptly as it begins. One moment there’s nothing, the next there’s light.

“Easy,” a woman says. Her words are gentle, and carry a slight accent that he can’t place. "I'm called Wonder Woman. What's your name?"”

Spider-Man Reborn:

“The spell Dr. Stephen Strange cast did not only make the world forget Peter Parker- it unmade him.

Peter is reborn in Gotham, born into a new family with a second chance at life. Could he save them from Parker Luck before he loses his family again? Can Peter survive Gotham and it's Rogues?

————

Incomplete: Part 1 is done but it splits to two separate endings which are still being written.”

Unforeseen Consequences:

“Tony Stark saves the world. He dies minutes later. Peter comes back from the battle to a world that’s changed three times over: first with the Snap and his death, the next with the Reverse Snap that ends the Blip, and one more change, courtesy of an accidental thought during the Reverse Snap: the unification of two separate universes into one. This last results in a physically larger planet, and several new cities, fully formed and inhabited, popping into existence around the world. Gotham City. Metropolis, Keystone City. A few others.

Peter takes this news the only way he can: he accepts it and moves on. So he does. Peter is still reeling from the war against Thanos, but he keeps pushing forward. The realities of this new world find him later, when he visits Metropolis with J. Jonah Jameson for a conference.”

[adddddiiii]

𓇼⋆˚ 300 SPECIAL ⋆˚𓇼

Firstly, thank you soooo much for 300 followers! I'll be trying to post more often for you guys and I'll also be writing for new characters and fandoms. I made this little special event to celebrate.

Rules:

Pick a character and a prompt and send me a request. I'll give you a fic based on it!

I'll be writing for the Hawthorne brothers, the Marauders, the Batboys (+ Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain), and Peter Parker (for the first time!)

Each prompt can be used two times.

1. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to have to kiss you." [2/2]

2. "You remembered?" [0/2]

3. "I don't know if I should be impressed or concerned." [0/2]

4. "Shh, you're okay. You're safe here." [0/2]

5. "I don't need a blanket, I have you!" [0/2]

[thedarktowerdames]

Art Edit Credit to Roberto Coltro