#Like guys please I am grasping your shoulders. If you don't like canon just say 'fuck you I'm going to make content of this because I think

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Ngl it's weird finishing the Knuckles tv show and going to tumblr about it only for people (even who I consider bigger name fans) who also watched the entire show to claim that it "confirmed Knuckles Wachowski"

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I'm sorry

Did you somehow miss the part in the last episode where Knuckles had a whole montage of hanging with the Whipple family and Wade and saying "home" or something?

[acersthings]

Heartless

Miguel O'Hara x Spider!Woman Reader

Summary: An ex comes running back in need of help. But, old memories still haunt you.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, Miguel is a whole warning himself, death, grief, kinda short (may be a part two??)

Three years ago, you would've said yes to anything he asked you. Three years ago, you would've done anything for him. Three years ago, you would've disrupted any canon event just to be with him.

But now, you could give two flying fucks.

"All I am asking is for you to stop and think about what this could do and how it can affect us," Miguel pleaded, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

It had been a quiet night on your Earth, allowing you to swing around the city with no danger or worry. One night to yourself. That was until Miguel's cat claws ripped a breach right behind you.

"I stopped thinking about us a long time ago, Miguel," you scoffed, perching on a water tower that overviewed the whole city. "I can't help you."

"Why not?"

"You know why."

Miguel wasn't one to give up but right now, he was feeling hopeless. He knew arguing with you was not a fun path to take.

"Y/n, if not for me, do it for Peter."

You flinched hearing the name you swore to never bring up again. Especially out of his mouth. Your body grew tense at the sound of those two syllables. You've learned that one word could do so much damage to a person.

You jumped off the tower and stood face to face with Miguel. Well, more of face-to-chest. You watched as he straightened his back and followed your every step with his half-lidded stare.

"Don't ever say his name again, asshole. Now, I don't know if the message isn't getting through that thick head of yours, but I am not helping you. Go find another Spider," you pointed at him. You hadn't been this close to him since that night. You didn't like it.

"You are the only one I want, Y/n. Your powers and strength are exactly what I need to stop this anomaly. Whether you like it or not, you are my only hope," he placed his hands on his waist, shaking his head in despair.

"Yeah, well guess what, Miguel?" You flicked out your wrist to get ready to swing away to the nearest building. He interrupted you by applying a good amount of pressure to your wrist, but not enough to leave bruising.

He grasped your wrist and pulled you closer to him. So close that you could sense his heart beating twice the normal pace.

"You're the only one I need."

His talon trailed up to the edge of your mask, lifting it up ever so slightly. Your breath hitched as felt his talon curve up your neck. As much as you hated to admit it, you missed his touch. His touch made you become the person you were years ago. It gave you hope.

You stopped him before he could take off the mask, denying the feelings, and used your watch to open a breach behind him.

"Leave, Miguel. That's your last warning."

Miguel dropped his head in defeat and began walking towards the breach. Before he left, he turned his head ever so slightly.

"I know you blame me for what happened to Peter. But, please try to look past that and remember that I know what happens when you try to mess with fate. I didn't want that happening to you. I'm sorry, Y/n."

He disappeared and left you with the everlasting memory you've always wanted to burn.

Three Years Ago, Earth Y/E/N, Christmas Eve

You always loved Christmas time. The food, the weather, the holiday, the movies, the people. This Christmas was spent swinging around the city with your boyfriend, Miguel, and your brother, Peter Parker.

The three of you ended up on the rooftop of your old apartment, laughing at old stories of you and your brother as kids.

"I love this time with you guys," Peter confessed, smiling at his best friends.

"Don't get too emotional on us now, we still have to watch 'It's A Wonderful Life' and we all know you start crying like a baby," you patted his shoulder and laughed.

"That is not true! Miguel, back me up here," Peter laughed, looking over at a dissociated Miguel.

"Miguel? Love?" You rested a hand on his arm as he focused back on reality.

"Oh, yeah, cariño. Mhm."

You knew something was up. He was never like this, only when thinking about Gabriella. You and Peter shared a knowing look and shrugged, knowing not to bother Miguel when he was in deep thought.

The three of you sat on the roof in comfortable silence until a boom was heard down the street.

"Time to do our jobs," Peter sighed, pulling down his mask.

You followed, pulling down your mask. Peter took off while you were stopped by a harsh grip on your waist.

"Miguel? We have to go, Peter already left." You tried shaking out of his grip on your waist, but you had no luck. His talons were digging dip into your sides.

"I think Peter has this one covered," his tone was sad. Depressed, even.

"Okay, what is the matter? You've been in a different world ever since I woke up this morning. Can we please go help Peter and then we can talk?" You begged, placing a comforting hand on Miguel's cheek.

"No, Y/n, please. You need to listen to me."

"No, Miguel. You listen to me. We go help Peter and then we can talk about whatever is on your mind. I promise," you planted a kiss on his pouted lips.

Miguel's pleading eyes finally fell as he nodded slowly. "Okay."

You swung off not realizing Miguel stayed where he stood. Miguel murmured silent Spanish curses as he looked down at his watch.

CANON EVENT DETECTED

CANON EVENT APPROACHING

"Mac! My man, how has the Raft been treating you?" You greeted, landing next to Peter at the sight of the bombing. Peter smiled at you as he taught you most of his one-liners. He was proud to be your brother.

The green arachnid-suited man grinned evilly as he turned around and saw you two.

"Ah, the Spiders who finally got caught in their own webs."

As if on cue, Peter and your's spider sense started going off like no other. It wasn't until you heard a mechanical laugh in the distance. Peter jumped out of the way and so did you.

The Goblin flew past you, making sure to make his dramatic entrance.

"Wow, now this is a Christmas dinner," Peter remarked, "The Goblin and the Scorpion, is there a return receipt for this gift?"

Peter nudged you with his shoulder and whispered, "Like always, Spider-Sis?"

You smiled under your mask, "Like always."

The two of you shared a look and went after the according enemy. Goblin vs Peter. You vs Scorpion.

"Come on, Mac. Had to ruin Christmas for me?" You webbed his poisoned tail to the back of his suit, making him go around in circles.

"Oh trust me," he grabbed one of the webs and pulled you close, "it is about to get a lot worse."

You shook off his threat and began fighting him like you always did. Avoid his poison and then you'll be good.

You had finally knocked him and webbed him up until you realized Peter was still fighting the Goblin. You ran over and webbed onto the Goblin's back, distracting him from Peter. You began throwing all your might into your punches.

The Goblin laughed and shoved you off, pinning your body behind debris that was horribly heavy.

"You are going to want to watch this," the Goblin sneered at you and went to fight Peter again. Before doing so, he made sure to break your web slingers.

You were confused by what he meant so you tried getting out from under the debris. You struggled until you saw Miguel jump into the building. You motioned for him to come down and help you but he wouldn't.

He shook his head at you slowly.

You looked over to Peter, seeing him slowly lose his battle. The Goblin was beating him up badly. You looked up to Miguel.

"Help him!" You screamed.

Miguel looked away.

"Miguel!"

Nothing.

You looked back at Peter. You felt hopeless. His mask had been ripped in half, there were slash marks on his chest, and he had been slowly losing effort.

Looking up at Miguel, you sobbed and screamed.

Nothing.

All of a sudden, everything stopped. The world moved in slow motion. All the air got sucked out of you.

The Goblin had stabbed Peter with the glider.

No.

No. No.

No. No. NO.

It was all a blur. You don't remember how you got out of the debris but you did. You knew you were running but it felt slow. Your breathing and heartbeat were the most prominent sounds.

Before you could get close to the murderer, Miguel stopped you by taking care of him. He ripped out his talons and fangs. He got rid of the Goblin. Like he should've done ten minutes earlier.

"Peter." You sobbed, falling to your knees next to his lifeless body.

You ripped off your mask and threw it to the side. You didn't care. You were completely numb. The last thing you cared about was someone seeing who you were.

"No. No. No. Pete, this isn't funny. You can wake up now," you placed your hand on his cold and pale face. Your other hand went down to his stab wounds, covering your hand with blood.

Your body took control and screamed for you. A scream of agony. Pain. Grief. Betrayal. Anger.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and instantly shot up, "D-Don't you fucking touch me!"

Miguel stood back and watched as you stared at him with dead eyes.

"Y/n, I-"

"Why didn't you do anything, you bastard? You stood there and fucking watched my brother and your best friend get killed! Why?"

Miguel took a step towards you and tried to reach for you. You took a step back, contradicting his move.

"Why?!" You gritted through your teeth.

Miguel wanted to comfort you and tell you everything but he couldn't. He watched as tears traveled down your cheeks. He saw so many emotions swirling in your eyes. He saw Peter's blood on your hands when it really was on his hands.

"I can't tell you."

You felt your heart shatter even more when you heard his words. Your chest began heaving as your breathing grew rapidly.

"I fucking hate you."

Miguel's whole body broke down when you said those words.

"No, please, I-"

"You either tell me why my brother is dead or I'm gone. You will never see me again."

Miguel sighed as his eyes became blurred with tears.

"It was a canon event." He whispered, looking down ashamed.

"What?" You spoke, not hearing what he said clearly.

"It was a canon event," Miguel snapped, his voice breaking as tears began to flow, "It was supposed to happen and it can't be changed, okay? How do you think I feel when I realized I couldn't do anything to save him? Just like I couldn't save Gabriella! I tried changing it and it didn't work."

He didn't realize how close he had gotten to you. He could finally see the damage he had done. The color had been drained from your face. Your eyes didn't shine anymore. Your love for him was gone. And the way you were looking at him, it scared him.

You looked up at him with pure hatred in your eyes.

"How long have you known? And don't you dare lie to me."

Your clenched fist twitched in anticipation as you waited to hear the answer that would change everything you knew about Miguel.

It would change how you viewed Miguel.

"I've known since the day I met the two of you."

[fluffyfelixx]

Distraction (SFW) (Young Justice)

Summary: Wally just couldn't have his friend sulking anymore. He needed to do something about it.

Word Count: 1,460

Author's Note: Hi! Here's me ignoring canon stuff again... Basically imagine this taking place during season 3 when Dick really starts to have his leadership role solidified. And Wally is still here! (God I miss him...) Also beware, this is like super cheesy, I just felt like writing a bit more of a simple plot.

Also, hello to my 9 followers! Wow! I'm back after like.. exactly a year. I am so sorry you guys, thank you for sticking around. The past year to now is the most busy I have ever been, I got a full time job and it's really taking up my life. I used to be able to write so much more... I'm gonna be so slow now... But... I'll do my best!!! This is one I've had for like 2 years, I just cleaned it up because I really want to post... Next I need to actually finish my sequel Wri/Neuv fic...

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Dick had been in his room at the base for quite some time, sulking, after their latest mission didn’t go so well. Various members of the team tried to visit, wanting to check on him, and he would send them away.

Eventually, Wally had enough, and phased through the molecules in the wall to his room, appearing inside, wanting him to feel better already. “Hey, man!”

“Wh-” Dick was sitting on the floor. He started, surprised to see him. “Oh. Wally, I appreciate you, but… Please leave me alone.”

“But I don’t want to! You’re all mopey and I can’t have that. I hate it when the team gets like this. It was just a mission!”

“...I…” He trailed off, not sure what to say in response.

“Well, I brought you some stuff!" Wally held up the bag he was carrying. "Snacks and drinks. I got your favorites!"

Dick looked at him with appreciation. "I don't want those right now, but thank you."

“Okay.” Wally put the bag onto the table next to his bed, then sat down on the floor next to him.

Dick sighed. “Do you want something?”

“Just to see if you were okay. You need a distraction! Come on, what would get you up and about?”

“...” He was honestly blindsided.. Wally had a way of being vehemently supportive without really trying.

“Come ooon!” He reached and put his hand on Dick’s shoulder and squeezed, trying to be comforting, which caused him to flinch and jolt slightly. Wally noticed and took his hand back, apologising. Dick waved it away.

After seeing his reaction to being touched, something in the back of Wally's mind came forward. He acted on it, knowing he’d probably get chewed out later, but.. It would be worth it.

“Well, fine. If you’re not gonna try to feel better… I have to do this myself!”

Wally essentially pounced on him, knocking them both flat, but he scrambled up and sat on top of Dick’s legs, pinning him down. Dick stared at him, adrenaline causing him to freeze. Wally grinned at him.

Dick started to try to say something, maybe a plea, as he figured out what was happening. But Wally acted fast- because of course he did- and got right to it, giving Dick no chance of preparation. He started prodding his fingertips into his ribs through his thin muscle shirt. Dick inhaled sharply, trying to jerk away, but unfortunately didn't get anywhere.

Wally exclaimed gleefully, “Yes! It works!” He stopped to grab onto Dick’s wrists together and hold them against the floor as best he could.

Dick was nervous, he knew exactly what was coming. He was already getting flustered, “Whatever you think you're gonna achieve by this… Don't…” He started trying to take his wrists out of Wally’s grasp, but he was so focused on what he might do next that he couldn't fully concentrate on removing himself.

“Aha! So you don’t want me to keep going! Which means it affects you! Maybe a lot!” Wally grinned and started prodding into his ribs again.

Dick yelped, “No, no! Stop–” and twisted about some more. It was increasingly difficult to do much of anything with the sensation setting his nerves on fire. He couldn't help it, a wobbly smile started to force its way onto his face.

Wally squeezed up and down Dick’s side, and he convulsed as he desperately tried to stay quiet, the feeling building in his chest. When Wally started to vibrate his fingers, Dick couldn’t resist anymore and broke instantly, tossing his head back, strangled laughter and protests spilling out of him. “AH-! Ahah- Hahahahahaha!! Nooohohoho, don't!! Wally!"

“Aww, there, was that so hard?” Wally asked, nonchalant.

Dick honestly didn't know when the last time he experienced this was. He acted confident as much as he could, but he was still insecure about quite a few things… This was so embarrassing. Wally had such an advantage with his speed, this vibration was way too much. And he was just really good at this! It was so unfair.

He continued to squirm, not able to do much else. Normally, he would have easily rolled away or some such thing, but it was impossible to put effort into it in his current state. He was just.. So... Embarrassed...

Wally targeted his stomach next, digging into his abs, flimsy shirt doing nothing to protect him, and Dick shook his head, jolting reflexively, his voice raising in pitch, laughter leaving him in fits. “NO, nonono!! HaHA- Ahahahaha!! Wal- HAH- Wally! St-Stohohohop!! AHahahaa- Get ohohohohoff!!”

He could hardly think about anything except how much he wanted to get away, but he was rendered pretty useless by the torment.

“You know, I didn’t think this would work so well,” Wally said casually, changing it up and going lighter, skittering his fingers up and down. “I thought for sure you were stronger than me.”

The change of feeling sent him into uncontrollable giggles. "Nonononono- HEHhehehehehe-" He managed to get out, “Sh- Shut-" It was really hard to talk. “Sh- hEH- Shut up!!” He was too busy trying to curl into a ball to come up with something better.

“Oh, yeah?” Wally smirked. “Says the guy squirming around helplessly. You aren’t even trying to push me off or anything!”

Dick couldn't retort, and all but screeched as Wally had started attacking his abs again, making his way down to his hips, then shifted himself to access his legs better.

“I ca- I CAN’T–” He was entirely unable to say anything further, and he went into frantic cackling when Wally got his hand under his shorts to knead up and down his thigh. Something about that drove him batty. (Pun intended!)

“AH! NONONO!" He shook his head rather desperately. "FUCKfuckFUHUHUCK- Ple- PLEHEHEASE!! HAHAH- Fuck!! HahahahaAHAHAA!!”

The amount of writhing he was doing nearly made Wally fall off, but he managed to stay stable enough to keep at it.

"Ooh, this is a good one, huh?" Wally grinned at the sheer sensitivity of his friend. He hadn't ever done this before- with these results, he would definitely be employing it in the future. Dick couldn't respond to his quip. He was starting to wheeze and fade into shaking silently, hardly able to breathe.

After a few more moments, Wally noticed him losing energy and realised he might have gone too far. He stopped his attack, hoping he would be alright.

Dick gasped for air, twitching a bit. Wally got off of him and watched, concerned. Dick caught his breath after a while, and then quickly got away from his attacker, rolling over backwards, sitting against the wall, hugging his knees to his chest. “...Ugh…” He groaned, burying his face in his knees, just exhausted.

Wally was a bit worried. Did he hurt him?

“Are you okay? I’m really sorry if I went too far.”

He spoke into his knees. “That… Fuck. That was… Horrible.”

Wally grinned. So everything was just fine. “But I achieved my goal, you’re not sad anymore!”

“...I hate you so much."

“Ha! You just hate that I’m right! ‘Cause I’m right! It worked!”

Dick only nodded in response, completely sapped. He didn’t like admitting it, but it was true. That whole experience had completely put everything out of his mind. Although now, he was just stuck feeling self-conscious.

Wally seemed to know what he was thinking about, because he crawled over next to him and sat there. "Dickie... For what it's worth… I think that was really nice… You don't laugh much."

"O- Okay…" Dick fidgeted with his hands. "...Man, using your speed like that was so, so not cool…"

"...Admit it though, it worked great!" Wally grinned triumphantly.

"I can't- even- I can't believe you." But he couldn't stay mad. "Fine."

"YES-"

Dick lifted his head and glared at him, "Don't start."

"...Okay, yeah, deserved." Wally put his hands up in resignation, still grinning.

He waited maybe 10 seconds before getting right back to teasing him. He couldn't help it. "I'm gonna have to do that to you more!"

Dick put his head back on his knees. The flustering was endless. "I'll kill you…"

"Well, you'd be too weak to do anything about it, as demonstrated just now!"

"Just-" He couldn't think how to respond. "Ughhh... This is not fair!"

"Heh, I know, that's why it's so fun!" Wally went and sat against the wall with him, then wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer. "Come here."

"...Fine." Dick allowed it to happen, then slowly realised how much he needed it. He had really needed everything that happened...

"Wally?"

Wally had Dick in his arms, nestled into his chest.

"Yeah, Dickie?"

".....Thank you."

"Any time!"

The two ended up falling asleep like that.

[fallingappleshurt]

hi! Have a quick little writing prompt that you can do if you want for the fd!au. Wilbur noticing that something is wrong with Tommy and Techno and going full detective mode and taking care of it. You don't have to write if you don't want, just thought it might be fun :D

This was fun! Thank you for the prompt!! :DDDD

Also this AU is created by antarctic bay but I do not want to tag her again my anxiety is going Brrrrrrrrrr

So please remember my writing isn’t canon!

My brain is on fire and I proof read this like once

  Taking Care of Two

“I thought you were more careful about these things!” Techno hissed as he dabbed a disinfectant cloth against a nasty scrape on Tommy’s face.

“I am! They never get my face cause I’m so good, expect this time I was just not expecting that dude, I mean, he came out of nowhere!”

“Uh huh,” Techno grumbled, he pushed Tommy’s head to the side and pressed a bandaid on the wound.

“It’s not that bad! I don’t need a bandaid for that!” Tommy reached up , pulling at the bandage, Techno slapped his hand away.

“Leave it, it’d be more suspicious to not cover it,”

“No it wouldn’t! This makes it more noticable!”

“If they ask just tell them you tripped, or got hit in the face by a locker or something.”

“No way!” Tommy looked appalled, “That’d never happen to me!”

Techno rolled his eyes, “What? Are you telling me that you can’t be affected by gravity?”

“No! Well, I- I didn’t say it like that!” Tommy stood up from the bathroom counter while Techno shoved the first aid supplies back into their rightful drawer.

“It was implied,” He said dryly, opening the door. Tommy shook his head, “You’re a, you’re a dick, ya know that?” His voice was playful, a smile dancing across his lips, Techno grinned back lightly.

“Why were you two in the bathroom together?”

Techno and Tommy yelped at the new voice, Wilbur was standing in front of them, backpack and work uniform still on, he raised an eyebrow.

Techno‘s hand grasped at his shirt, he took a deep breath, “What the hell?” While Tommy laughed nervously, “H-hey Big man! What’s up?”

“I want to know why you guys were in the bathroom together,”

“You make it sound so weird when you say it like that!”

“That’s because it is weird!”

Techno tapped Tommy’s shoulder, trying to make his movements as discreetly as possible. If Wilbur knew sign language, and Techno was pretty sure he didn’t, he wouldn't be able to decipher this. He quickly signed, ‘Run to room. Lock door.When I say go.’

Tommy nodded, Wilbur rolled his eyes, “You guys can do your little hand signs all you want, I still want an answer.”

Both boys stared at their brother for a minute, muscles tight, Tommy’s eyes flickering between his older brothers nervously, waiting for the sign.

“Now!” Both Tommy and Techno tripped over each other trying to get to their room, scrambling inside they slammed the door, locking it. Both pressed up against it, just in case.

“What the fuck?” Wilbur said loudly, “What was that?” Neither of them responded. He groaned, “You guys are so dramatic!”

“You’re one to talk Wilbur!” Tommy yelled through the door, face squished against the lightly colored wood. Wilbur groaned again,

“You guys can't hide in there forever!” The floor creaked as Wilbur stepped into his and Phil’s room and closed the door. Techno let out a sigh of relief.

“That could have gone better.” Techno said, he slid down the door, sitting on the floor. Tommy laughed nervously, pushing his face in his hands.

Wilbur absentmindedly scrolled through his phone, his brothers were hiding something, that was obvious. He could bring Phil, with his incredible bullshit detector, but where was the fun with that? He could do some detective work, it wouldn’t be that hard.

Wilbur ran his hands through his hair, he could do this, he knew a lot of people so it wouldn’t be too hard to find anything out. He pulled up his Twitter and went to one of his friends' DMs, ‘Have you seen anything weird going on with either of my brothers?’ He sent a few messages like that to his other friends.

“No but I have noticed a huge decrease in bullying, there still is some but I don’t see it as much,” One responded.

“Nothing, sorry.” From another.

“I saw Tommy beat the shit out of one that one guy who kept taking the band kids equipment! It was crazy!” That caught Wilbur’s attention, he knew Tommy’s friend Deo had a dojo and that he spent a lot of time there.

His phone buzzed again, “Tommy saved my little brother! He was getting picked on, someone took his stuff and Tommy swooped in like an eagle and knocked the guy down and got his stuff back!” Wilbur smirked then had a shocking realization, he rushed into the bathroom, looking through the trash, finding gauze, antibiotic wipes and bandaid wrappers.

Was Tommy trying to take down bullies?

It was possible, Wilbur’s phone buzzed again, “I was at the library and saw Techno getting books about medical care, I think that’s what they were, they looked like my sisters textbooks and she’s in medical practice.”

Was Techno in on this? Most likely, Tommy wouldn’t be able to pull it off by himself. Looking back on the past few weeks, Techno had been covering for Tommy a lot recently, ‘He’s with Tubbo,’ or ‘He’s at the park or library,’.

Techno was definitely in on this.

“So, Tommy’s a vigilante and Techno is helping him out,” Wilbur muttered to himself, smiling softly. He stood in the bathroom doorway for a moment then knocked on his brother's door.

“Hey! Open up, I wanna talk to you guys!”

No answer.

“I know what you have been doing! Tommy basically being a secret superhero and Techno, you helping him out!”

The door swung open, Tommy stood there, “No no no no no, you got it all wrong- It’s- its nothing like that-”

“Give it a rest Tommy,” Techno said tiredly, he set a hand on his shoulder,“He’s been snooping around, I can tell, it’s no use.”

Tommy groaned, “Please don’t tell Phil!” He begged, “I rarely get hurt, someone just got the jump on me this one time! I almost always kick ass-”

“Tell Phil? Oh no, I want in,” Wilbur grinned, “I want to help you guys.”

Tommy gasped then let out a shrieky laugh while Techno’s face dropped, “Heeeaaahh?”

“Yeah, I want to join you guys, I could be your guy in the chair! I have connections.”

“Alright!” Tommy laughed, “This’ll be great!” Techno dragged his hands down his face, “I have to take care of two of you now?!”

[janiedean]

I feel bad for all the nice J*nsa shippers who like their ship for whatever reasons (tropes, pretty art, aesthetic appeal, whatever) and know it's not canon but get associated with the misogynistic Dany hating crowd who act like Jon being attracted to Ygritte is J*nsa foreshadowing because red hair (I guess Jon should fuck Edmure Tully too? Omg give me Dark!Jon getting revenge on Catelyn by seducing her brother!) Tell me something. I'm new to the fandom but was J*nsa popular before the show? And I've heard something about the OG J*nsa shippers being alienated by the new shippers who insisted it had to be canon and acted like the series is called, "A song of J*nsa #danysux." I don't find that hard to believe because I know people who are now ashamed of calling themselves J*nsa shippers. Like, at this point, it's not only rival shippers who hate it. Even Gendrya/Braime/Jon stans/etc have started disliking that ship. You know your fandom is a problem when people who have nothing to do with Jnsa have a problem with it.

me: reads this ask

me: iwastheregandalf.gif which I can't find now but

okay anon buckle up because I am sadly well-equipped to answer this ask but before I do lemme tell you dark jon seducing edmure to take revenge on cat is LITERALLY THE BEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD but *clears throat* ALL RIGHT THEN.

disclaimer: as anon says I have no issue with like the shippers mentioned by anon in the beginning and ngl I agree, I have ABSOLUTELY ZERO FUCKING STAKES in the j*nsa vs j*nerys war and the only het jon ship I gaf about is jon/ygritte and we all know where that ended up I just... have been here since 2011/adwd was over and all the fic around was just for the books under secret lj communities and asoiaf qualified for yuletide and I have... seen... things.... and I actually have like uh had... beef... with some people in there and I know things bc ppl who hated those others told me stuff so anyway *sigh* buckle up anon I'mma tell you the story of jon shipwars through the years

in order, the old gods help me here, under the cut bc this is long as fuck

when I got into fandom also given what numbers were on ao3 one ship was popular and it was sansan. no like sansan was lit. the only asoiaf ship on ao3 with more than 200 fics. jb had twenty when i checked first. jc had like around 100-ish because of the show but sansan dwarfed anything. I posted the first jon/ygritte fic on the ao3 tag and the fourth throbb fic and like the others were all reposts from lj kinkmemes. nothing was popular before the show except for sansan when it comes to huge numbers bc grrm doesn't like fic and it was all hush hush until the show made it impossible to control and that ship was the one with a huge enough fanbase it actually had numbers, so like... j*nsa wasn't popular in the way nothing else was popular until it got screentime on the show

now, that stated, j*nsa had a... fair amount of fic for a rareship which was mostly book-based and from og shippers that were there from before the show and liked it for what it was but literally none of them thought it was gonna be canon, like it wasn't huge or anything but it had a small but dedicated fanbase who did their own thing and thought it was fun/liked the idea but that was it

that fandom had their own niche of hcs that they cultivated and shit except that like... at the end of S5/beginning of S6 there was a surge in shipping for... well obvious reasons bc it was obv sansa was getting to the wall and that would have been all nice and good but a) it was the time puritanical shipping was starting to take root and the 'shipping sansa with sandor or tyrion is hella problematic' rhetoric had started to circle coming from sans*ery shippers mostly but I'mma not open that fucking can of worms here, b) while the ending of S5 had more of a theon/sansa spike, the j*nsa stuff started getting big

now here we have to mention my villain origin story ie: j*nsa fandom had this one stan whose name I won't make because honestly it's been years and if she's still around I don't want her to remember I exist who was a bnf, wrote for... the website that created the whole larry/carol thing etc who was really fixed on this thing that j*nsa was actually canon and started writing extremely popular meta about it. now you're gonna ask how do you know, I know because this person once wrote a meta named 'why robb stark is a dick' and I told her that it was really fucking bad meta and she took it so badly she kept on trash talking me on her blog/her podcast (I was apparently the insane robb stark fangirl l m a o good lord) and like that was when some sane ppl who argued with her informed me in pvt that she was basically harping on the CANON thing when they'd have been okay with like... it being crackshipping and that she was basically cultivating a hoarde of followers who were harping on them/the ogs and basically ostracizing them;

I would like to add that this person - before her tumblr got 'accidentally deleted' and remade it therefore deleted most receipts for, er, her so-called meta which included stuff like ned and cat raised sansa as a sexual object and only wanted to sell her like cattle - had at some point started a round robin fic thing where... some of the characters mocked openly said stuff that some of the og fans had said specifically targeting them and people in that side basically went harassing anyone who didn't agree with that specific notion

now never mind that this person basically coined an entire term to describe ppl who liked white guys and excused all their wrongdoings out of my conversation re robb basically lying about everything I said as if I didn't have the receipts and tried to sell shirts with it and it didn't work and like then she got kicked out of her own website because she was telling her commenters disagreeing pretty shitty insults (considering I was called psychotic for disagreeing with her that time I don't doubt it) I think at some point she stepped back from fandom bc idk wtf she's up to these days and I don't want to, but basically at that point the dam was broken and there was a bunch of puritanical shippers harping on anyone who didn't agree with j*nsa is canon endgame stuff

this also includes an incident when those ppl were like... passing themselves as throbb shippers and ended up trying to tell t*hramsay shippers off the theon tag based on moral reasons and I ended up arguing with all of them (and they were all from that crowd) which in turn landed me in contact with other og j*nsa shippers who were like detached from that fandom bc those same people harassed them away as well ssooooo fun

anyway when S6 happened everyone was high on it and whatnot but I wasn't gonna begrudge them that I mean... you shipped it for years, canon is delivering you, good for you, but then j*nerys happened

god j*nerys happened

aaand basically...... I mean personally I was there like are y'all seriously arguing about the best incest jon ship out there but like basically the j*nsa endgame side was like AH JON IS PLAYING DANY SEE IF IT DOESN'T HAPPEN, the j*nerys obv got defensive af and both sides were sort of alternatively shitting on jon/ygritte anyway and depicting any other romantic rship jon could have as abusive™ and during S8 it just got worse and like I tried to stay out of it but basically from what I'm seeing now idk how the j*neryses are doing but on the j*nsa one it's ah jon's gonna play dany anyway and she's going to go insane like in the show so SHOW TRUTHING EVERY OTHER WAY and like again denying that sandor exists or that tyrion exists and like I barely touch my corner (sansan) but I ended up arguing with j*nsa/th*nsa people on twitter who were antis and is2g it was white-hair inducing and I know for sure the sansa/tyrion shippers were harassed to hell and back throughout so FUN

and even if the show didn't go there now since everyone there banked on the jnsa endgame thing and admitting you're wrong is like... not a thing, they still haven't let go of it and attach to that ship any shred of evidence which honestly is grasping at straws half of the time (like... the sansa/alysanne parallels like guys please no) and which is why every other ship is starting to get fed up, attaching canon proof of stuff from other ships onto theirs see that batb argument and jb is platonic but jonsa is not nvm taking all the sansan stuff and throwing it on j*nsa but then denying that sansan has canon evidence (like guys I had to read sansa touching his shoulder when saying gregor wasn't a true knight wasn't meaningful and we were seeing things please) and blah blah blah

this also goes hand in hand with the fixation on like... villanizing dany at all costs and like is2g I have zero investment in dany or her storyline I don't even remember it and I don't particularly care abt her either way and sure af I'm not for j*nerys endgame but like.... some stuff I read is completely excessive esp when fixing on how she's a completely mad tyrant who's gonna have to be put down and like... guys no

(also there's some srs stannis hate in that corner which I honestly don't get why they even care abt stannis but I had to read stuff like ppl don't recognize that dany and stannis are the real villains in this saga and like........ idek)

I think most of the og shippers are gone or don't ship it openly bc they don't want to be attached to the drama but like I also think they're pissing off everyone else bc like... I mean a bunch of them also were down with sansa being paired with other ppl as long as it meant a good ending for her except those ppl were... like everyone but the ppl she has actual contact with in canon which meant that at some point sansa/gendry was a thing and like.... you can imagine why arya/gendry shippers & arya stans were fed up, and there's also this tendency to behave like sansa is the center of the entire saga which like these books is named a song of jon snow basically can we pls make peace with it and personally I've had it with both j*nsa and j*nerys people since they started with that dumbass JON/YGRITTE WAS AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP rhetoric but I'm also fed up with the total ignoring that sandor exists/depicting us as delusional and honestly I also was by proxy fed up from the harassing of the sansa/tyrion shippers soooooooooooo

there were also instances of 'well theon is an acceptable choice other than jon bc he can't threaten her' which... i mean we all know what that meant and I'm not even commenting it bc it's one AM and I have no force to but I don't have to explain why it's not a progressive take now do I

there were also metas about how cousin incest being legal in half of the world means that jondany is a worse incest and j*nsa doesn't count as such and I was basically there like guys please just fucking own up to it but honestly I chose to forgot where I read that and I couldn't find the link if I tried

tldr: no one wants to admit that it's not gonna be endgame which considering the amount of fic they have on ao3 is imvho useless bc they have more content than like.. anything I ship that's not jb or that's actually like canon *cries in joncon/rhaegar but I mean renly/loras is canon and has less fic than them* so idk what's the problem with enjoying that instead of insisting it's gonna be canon when not even the show validated it while show truthing anyway when the only show truthing that can be truthed is the small council made of minorities and possibly jon eventually fucking off with the wildlings but not like that but like most people who thought it wasn't gonna be endgame had left/were made to leave by the time S7 rolled by and at this point since wow isn't out yet everyone is fandom-grasping at straws to find stuff to discourse on and we're here beating dead horses *shrug*

so that's... how it is but I would again like to point out that I don't judge ppl on their shipping, I don't particularly care about this entire feud bc I only ship jon with ppl he's not related to in whichever way and I try to stay out of this mess bc I don't really care to argue with ppl who have already decided to bend canon to whatever they want and will have to realize that it's not what grrm wrote at some point but like I have a very good memory and the above rant is as objective as possible also bc again I don't literally have a stake in that race I just think romantic/endgame j*nsa is not a thing and that ppl should stay in their lane and not harping on other ppl who ship whatever in general but especially when their ship is the most popular thing in fandom in the first place /two cents

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 36

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Venom + reader = symbiote. More canon typical violence and mentioned cannibalism (Venom eats bad guys). Some angst at the end - reader really went behind the Avengers' backs, huh? But it's gonna be okay.

Is this how babies feel in the uterus? The darkness was nearly impenetrable but at the same time comforting and warm. It wasn't dry and it wasn't wet; it just was. I was floating in weightless space, subtly feeling the echos of a battle, hearing the sounds of struggle as if I was underwater.

"MORSEL, I WILL CONSUME THESE HUMANS. IT MIGHT FEEL SLIGHTLY UNPLEASANT." Venom's voice seemed to reverb in my skull, bringing my awareness to us. We. We are Venom.

"Don't eat Cabre, he's been possessed. Put him out if you can, but don't hurt yourself. I have very little information about this demon thing," I said - well, I thought, hoping Venom would hear me. A possessed enhanced mutant person was bad but a possessed carnivorous symbiote was nightmare fuel. I also didn't want Venom to hurt themselves; the sonic gun looked painful enough already.

I felt rather than heard the agreement coming from Venom; for a brief moment, the three of us were Venom as the symbiote entered Cabre's body to alter his chemicals. The sensation was foreign, unpleasant, and I shuddered at the violation. The sense of comfort that came once Venom returned fully to me was inexplicable. I began to understand why Eddie didn't want to part with Venom; the symbiote's continued presence felt quite comforting.

Very similar to how I felt when I sat with Tony, him inside of me, for hours, with our bodies joined and minds working in quiet agreement.

"HUMAN MATING RITUALS ARE BIZARRE," Venom sounded baffled and slightly disgusted. "AND THEY ARE NOTHING LIKE A PERFECT SYMBIOSIS. PLEASE DO NOT COMPARE YOUR PRIMITIVE URGES TO OUR SYMBIOSIS."

I gasped inwardly, doing my best to distract myself from the crunching and wet noises that managed to break Venom's barrier. "Would you rather I barf inside of you?" I snarked, giving into the urge to roll my eyes. Not the time to be picky-choosy, Chtulhu.

"YOU DO NOT WANT TO WASTE PRECIOUS ENERGY RIGHT NOW. WE STILL HAVE A LOT TO CONSUME AND I WILL NEED TO REPAIR EDDIE." The symbiote announced patiently, a sense of deep longing beginning to seep into our bond at the mention of my uncle's name.

The points Venom raised were valid and I was as eager to be Just Me as Venom craved to reunite with Eddie; I receded, racking my brain for something to focus on to be able to ignore the cannibalistic experience and not "waste precious energy". "I have a subdermal tracker installed, tap it three times to activate it if you need backup," Belatedly, I remembered about my cyborg experiment.

Venom appeared to contemplate it. "NOT NOW. THIS BATTLE IS NOT VERY HARD." They finally concluded as a particularly piercing scream echoed in my ears. "YOUR MATES WILL BE ANGRY IF THEY FIND OUT. WE CAN MAKE SURE THEY DO NOT FIND OUT."

As surprised as I was at the extended courtesy, I had to face myself and my lies sooner or later anyways. "We'll tell them anyways. I'll take the blame, you play dumb together with Eddie. Consider it a trade," If I could, I would be rubbing my face right now. "I took you out to an all-you-can-eat human buffet, you took me out to take care of a problem. We're even."

Venom snorted as I felt the random crunching and squelching noises slowly begin to quiet down. "FUNNY MORSEL," I assumed it was a compliment as the feelings that leaked through the bond were actually quite fond. "THE OTHER MORSELS SHOULD BE GRATEFUL. WE WILL BRING POSSESSED HUMAN TO THEIR DOORSTEP. WE DID THE JOB FOR THEM." However, it was obvious the kind feelings didn't quite extend to SHIELD or the Avengers. I struggled to comprehend how Venom planned to take all three of us to the tower anyway, with both Cabre and Eddie being out of commission and me currently being, well, Venom.

I needn't have worried, however. There was a slight pressure on one of my shoulders followed by a brief, ten-minute strange sensation of flying, the added weightlessness making me drowsy in the darkness of Venom's fluid body. As soon as it stopped I heard voices that seemed faintly familiar - names that I recognized, but not quite sure from where.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" The yelling reached my ears through the layers of symbiote, making me cringe. Tony's piercing shriek of shock hurt.

"Could you please not be so loud, it fuckin' hurts," I moaned without a thought, hastily shutting up when the voice that spoke my words roared.

"Pri... Princess?" I heard glass shatter; focusing my eyes was hard and the field of view was funky to say the least; I towered over Tony's shaking form by at least good few feet. Subconsciously, I felt the need to taste the air - my engineer boyfriend recoiled at the same time I realized I had stuck out my-Venom's-our tongue, feeling the familiar salt and musk as if I just straight up licked Tony from head to toe.

"Believe me, this is just as weird for me," I spoke, trying to control my and Venom's combined limbs. Deeply inside my brain, I swear I felt the symbiote's snickering. "Venom, can you unattach yourself from me? Please?" I begged, absolutely hating Tony's expression of fear and confusion.

"WE HAVE TO DIGEST FIRST," The symbiote replied unapologetically but took control over the limbs, carelessly dropping Cabre at Tony's feet. "YOUR MERCENARY. SAME-DAY DELIVERY, NO RETURNS," We grinned together. I had felt Venom rummaging my brain for an appropriate joke and supplied it myself. The adrenaline rush arrived late, something I suspect was Venom's handiwork, and I basked in the sudden influx of joy and exhilaration.

Tony slowly slid down the wall, landing ungracefully on his ass, staring straight up with unblinking eyes. "Friday, please assemble the Avengers. And make Bruce bring me booze, please," I've never heard Tony this dejected.

I, on the other hand, was feeling really strange. Joyful one moment and confused the next, I let Venom handle most of the business as my mind faded in and out of focus, limbs growing heavy with each breath that I took. Or I didn't? Panic set in when I realized I couldn't breathe, couldn't inhale.

"CALM DOWN, MORSEL. I AM SUPPLYING YOU WITH THE OXYGEN," Venom's voice interrupted my panic attack as I once again was deposited in the calm, comfortable darkness. "SHE IS FINE. SYMBIOSIS CAN BE STRESSFUL FOR FIRST TIME HOSTS. I WILL GLADLY RETURN TO EDDIE AS SOON AS THE CHEMICALS IN OUR SYSTEM ALLOW ME TO SAFELY WITHDRAW." I heard more voices and I assume Venom calming down the newly arrived Avengers. My mind was still murky, like when Venom dulled it on purpose when they were eating people. Eating people. "I SUGGEST YOU PREPARE A WASTE BIN. MORSEL WILL MOST LIKELY FEEL SICK."

Oh boy, did I feel sick! As soon as Venom retracted back into my skin, I hurled, Steve catching the most of it by pushing a large bucket right in my face whilst Bruce gently rubbed my back. I avoided looking at the contents even though I consciously knew that there wasn't much more than water and bile, having previously felt first-hand exactly how Venom digested their food.

"I'm a dumbass, please put me out of my misery," The words were spoken seriously. Physically, I felt the best I've ever had: aches and pains I had gotten used disappeared and my body felt invigorated. Mentally, however, I felt drained, confused and so, so alone in my skin. As if my brain itched. Someone was talking and I heard none of it.

"Shh, come here, come here," Eddie's voice was drowsy as his arms wrapped around me, scratching that lonely itch in my brain. I grasped at him, hiding my face in his chest, missing most of what was being said. "Yeah, it's not exactly painful, more like... You feel not whole for a few hours after you separate. Not the best feeling, especially if the separation was forced," His voice bore the same pain I seemed to be experiencing at the moment. So alone in my skin.

Another large palm landed on my back as I sighed in contentment. "I'll take her. Do you guys need something?" Bruce's voice reached my ears, my brain finally agreeing to recognise human speech.

"A shower and some chocolate would be great, thank you," Eddie's voice receded further and further away as I freely, finally fell into Bruce's embrace.

"I warned you, Tony," Natasha spoke softly, coming over to brush my hair out of my face. I opened my eyes to see most of the team wearing identical looks of astonishment and worry, their eyes focused on me. Natasha was the only one who had respect clearly written on her face. "C'mon, let's go sit down so you can tell us what happened."

I avoided their eyes, fitfully clutching Bruce's arm as all of us sat down on the couch in a pile of superheroes. I guess I could be counted as one too, after the stunt I'd pulled. The mercenary was nowhere to be seen; Bucky's shirt bore bloodstains so I assumed he took the man to the underground levels where he and Natasha kept a few cells for off-the-record interrogations.

"So?" Tony's voice was hard; he avoided my face, too.

"Planned a plan. Executed the plan. It mostly worked, except the merc was possessed, too. He took out Eddie, I volunteered as a host. We ate the croonies," I stuttered slightly, fighting with myself to call the things by their names without having to throw up. "Grabbed the merc, grabbed Eddie and went home." I stared straight ahead, only partially aware of Bruce's disappointed sigh behind me.

"And it never crossed your mind that you shouldn't be doing this? All this hiding, this lying?" Tony asked, finally settling his hard stare on me. "There are professionals already working on this. It's not your job." His words were harsh but truthful.

Only this truth didn't sit well with me. I'd been monitored for years; there were too many secrets kept from me, too many what-ifs hung over my head. It was made worse by the uncertainty: did Tony know? Did Natasha know? Who else was hiding the fact that there had been a target on my back all along?

"Isn't it?" Anger began to creep in. I shrugged off Bruce's arm. "Isn't it my job to know your little organisation has been onto my ass for years? Isn't it my job to know I would have ended up in that position anyways, considering the fact that at least one hostile mutant gang wanted me to help them take over the world?" I stood up, interlocking my hands behind my back to conceal the shaking fingers. "Isn't it may fucking job to make sure that someone does something about the fact that my family is going crazy from helplessness?" I finished, looking directly at Tony. I hated seeing him recoil but some things needed to be said. "If you expected me to sit and do nothing while this bullshit is happening, you do not know me. At all."

"Years?" Barton interrupted in confusion. "I didn't even know you existed until Peter brought you over."

"Yes, Bird, years," I began to pace in agitation. "Apparently, many people think I'm much smarter than I am. I'm sure Cabre will be happy to tell you all about it," I sneered, stopping in front of the window to look at the dim, sleeping city. "Everybody seems to know about me more than I know about myself. I'm sick and I'm tired of people telling me what to do."

The silence behind me was telling. Maybe they really didn't know or maybe they just didn't really care. I wasn't naïve, I didn't expect gratitude for doing what I did but understanding would have been nice. Paradoxically, Venom's attitude was the most humane out of the whole gang. I hated being disappointed in people but ultimately, their safety and happiness was much more important than my feelings. They gave me a family - even if it was for a brief moment - and I owed them for it.

"Princess," Stephen's voice returned me back to reality. "We do not blame you. At least, I do not. We just want to know why didn't you trust us to help you," He pleaded quietly.

"It's not that I don't trust you. It's the fact you still consider me a child, some wilting flower. And perhaps, sometimes I act carefree," I inspected their reflection in the darkness of the glass pane. "But the truth is, I do not forget and I rarely forgive. And I definitely do not appreciate some random motherfucker messing around with people that I love," As soon as those words left my mouth, the heaviness from my shoulders disappeared. "And I don't regret it. I will burn down everything and everyone if I have even the slightest chance to protect what's mine."

A sharp intake of breath, someone choking on a sob. I closed my eyes, not ready to see the disappointed faces of my family - in moments like these, their heroic nature on stark display, I realized how much I did not fit amongst the do-gooders. The work I did was forever going to be the ungrateful kind; that much I've known forever but it didn't make facing that fact any less hard.

Soft, feminine hand landed on my shoulder as Natasha's perfume invaded my personal space. "I'm proud of you," The spy said quietly, wrapping the arm around my shoulders. "You did everything we couldn't do. That's a big deal if you ask me."

"And just like that, we're supposed to be okay with... This?" Steve's voice sounded exhausted.

"Yes," Bucky replied darkly. "If it was me in that place, you would have done the same. Oh wait," His tone turned sarcastic. "You did do the same. So, shut up, punk. We're lucky bastards if we have a person like that on our side."

I expected tears but none came. I felt nothing but relief, painful, as if I had spent weeks and weeks cramped up in a small space, unable to freely move and breathe.

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