#and also i need a way to ensure i did not accidentally make her spider-woman... lmao......

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

seth could easily pick naomi up and throw her (considering their job as a ballet dancer is... sometimes to do just that) (not with naomi, though, naomi's a herpetologist and lives in a different state)

anyway not done with the full thing i'm drawing, but the juxtaposition (and height difference) between Seth and Naomi's upgraded costumes, stylistically, was really funny to me so I wanted to put them side by side... i'd like to think this shows the difference in their personalities and theming pretty well, even with them having such similar structural elements.

details and closeups will come later when i post the whole thing

Update: made her gloves fingerless again so she can envenom people and added the mask version for comparison.

[madeofclockwork]

Sky City, a story that was half-written by AI

So, way up in the clouds is an enormous city called Sky City. Most of the beings who live there are made of the clouds themselves, as terrestrial beings are too heavy to be able to stand on the clouds without sinking.

The inhabitants of Sky City are as varied as the clouds themselves, and they are continually doing wonderful things.

There are the Weavers of Diamonds, who weave raindrops into elaborate strands of jewelry for all the cloud beings to wear.

There are the Spinners of Rainbows, who spin the clouds into gigantic spider webs.

There are the Catchers of Sunlight, who lasso the rays of the sun through carefully constructed prisms so that they can ensure there will always be enough light for the residents of Sky City.

And there are the Artists of Mirrors, who create artworks in the clouds that reflect the wonders of nature and of life on Earth.

There was one cloud boy, an adolescent who was still coming into his own, who couldn't figure out what he wanted to do with his life. He could be a Weaver of Diamonds, but he didn't like working with raindrops. And while the Spinners of Rainbows were awesome, he was never very good at weaving clouds into anything.

He was quite proud of his mastery of the art of catching sunlight, but he found that most of the cloud people would just laugh at him.

For you see, when he caught sunlight, he didn't simply distribute it over all of Sky City like the Catchers of Sunlight did. He would cause the sunlight he'd captured to take on strange and interesting forms. Oftentimes he would shape the light to look like shooting stars or sailing ships, or perhaps he would shape it like a person he could talk to. Once, he even shaped the light to look like a pod of dolphins, happily leaping and chattering through the clouds.

One of the cloud people—the most well-known and respected artists in Sky City—saw the pod of dolphins in the sky and recognized them as patterns for a tapestry.

The tapestry was one of the most mysterious artifacts in all of Sky City. It was the one clue they had to the past and where they all came from, though there were still so many mysteries surrounding its existence. And those light dolphins were featured prominently within the embroidered landscapes on the tapestry, which made the artist start asking some difficult questions.

For instance, if the dolphins were indeed patterns for a tapestry, then why had they appeared so frequently in the sky?

And how was it that the boy who had conjured them up was currently the only person in all of Sky City who ever had managed to conjure them up in the first place?

The more the artist thought about it, the more mysterious it all seemed.

The artist eventually decided that he wasn't going to get any further answers from staring at the tapestry, so he decided to confront the boy himself and ask him about his unique light catching abilities.

As soon as the boy saw the approaching clouds, he shaped them into dolphins and then pointed to them in the sky.

"I don't actually know how I do it," said the boy, "and I don't know why. But I know that a part of my soul feels alive every time I see the dolphins, and so I just keep harnessing the light so that I can see them again."

The artist nodded and smiled, and then looked up to the sky.

Suddenly, several of the stars loosened themselves from the sky and began to swirl around the boy as though they enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed theirs. The artist realized that this was no ordinary boy if the stars themselves wanted to be near him.

Then the artist saw that one of the stars was becoming more and more radiant, until it became so bright that it shone as though it were on fire.

The artist stepped back in shock as the star took the shape of a glowing woman, who then leaned down and planted a kiss on the boy's head. Suddenly the artist understood. The star was the boy's mother. Everyone had thought she'd died a few years back, and yet, here she was now in the form of a star.

The artist couldn't believe it.

Most of the cloud beings' parents were also cloud beings, and it was hard to imagine it being otherwise. But the artist now wondered whether the boy was fully made of clouds or if he was also made of stars.

It was a strange and wonderful thing to contemplate.

The artist then said, "You have a family in the stars. That's why you're so different from the rest of us." The boy said nothing, but simply nodded, glad that someone finally understood.

It was all so wonderful that the artist could hardly believe it.

He wanted to run into town and shout to everyone that the boy had family amongst the stars, but he realized that doing so might just trigger a strong response of fear from the rest of the residents of Sky City. But he didn't want to do nothing either. What could he do?

"I've been thinking about it, and I've decided to keep you here.

"Keep me here, sir?" said the boy. "What do you mean?"

"You know, you're an angel, and there are a lot of them.

"I'm an angel?" said the boy. The artist watched as the boy's face raced through one emotion after another as he processed this idea. "But, how can I be an angel when I'm just... me? I'm not all that special... am I?"

"You are more special than you know," said the artist.

The boy still didn't seem to understand, but the artist decided to drop the subject for the time being and see what happened. For the next few days, everything seemed fine. But when the boy accidentally caused a series of shooting stars to rain down on Sky City, the artist knew he was going to have to do something to help the boy learn how to control his powers.

As the boy realized he could make things happen just by thinking about them, he began to become very frightened.

As much as it pained the artist to do it, he realized he was going to have to go through with the plan that had been formulating in his mind. Along with the members of the city council, they went and banished the boy to the earth. As the boy left Sky City in tears, the artist hung his head, hoping he had done the right thing.

But the artist was in for another surprise.

Because the instant the boy had left Sky City, so had all the stars. As the boy was their family, they didn't want to shine down on anyone who rejected any member of their family. So from the moment he left, Sky City was cast into darkness as even the sun wouldn't rise, for the sun is also a star.

The sun can't shine on the earth without the moon to light it up, and the moon doesn't shine without the stars.

"Oh dear," said the artist. "I fear I have made things irredeemably worse for everyone. But how can I possibly fix things now?" He pondered the idea of trying to bring the boy back home, but he had no idea where the boy had gone.

After a few days, the boy walked into the shadow of a tall tree and stayed there for weeks.

It was the tallest tree in the entire world, and the shadow moved in a circle with the sun, much like a clock. As such, this was commonly referred to by the locals as "the Time Tree". While there, the tree fed him with time fruits and gave him temporal dew to drink.

Soon the boy forgot about his world, and all he could think about was this magical tree.

The locals had all warned each other about the dangerous power of this tree. It was said that anyone who stayed too long in its shadow would be lost to time, so they moved their village with the sun to avoid coming into contact with the tree's shadow for too long. But no one had known to warn the boy, and he was quickly getting lost to time. It wouldn't be long before he couldn't tell himself apart from time itself.

So the boy started wandering through time itself, not knowing which way was up or which way was down.

He saw his mother as she was born, and in the next moment, he saw her die. He saw worlds be born and explode and die. And he saw all of time wrap around itself in a neverending cycle of futility. He didn't know what all of this meant, or if any of this was real, but he couldn't help but continue to explore time itself, wondering what he would see next.

He soon reached the edge of the universe, and it was there that he saw something most magical.

He saw outside of time for the first time in his life. He saw the birth of light and of life, and how the two were one and the same. He looked down at his own body and found himself becoming a being of light himself.

The boy realized that all of his life had been just a dream, and that the real world was far more beautiful than anything he could have imagined.

The boy ended up lingering here on the edge of the universe for what one might call several eternities, simply basking in the glow of existence in this form. He probably would never have left this plane if he hadn't suddenly heard someone calling his name. The name he had been given back in Sky City, which seemed so long ago.

The boy realized that his existence had been created by a being far greater than himself, and he could only think of one other person who could possibly be out there.

He reached deep inside of himself for the feeling of the being he was trying to connect with, and then smiled as he looked up into the face that he both knew so well and had never seen before. The being who was his mother in one life, and his author in another. His creator was a little girl who loved the sky, and she had been looking for him for a while.

She had just finished a story for him, and she was waiting for him to pick it up.

"I need you to return to Sky City," she said. "I know that they've never understood you there. They might never understand you, and I'm sorry for that. But your existence is still important to them, and they realize that now. They need you back."

So he opened his arms and the boy soared into the sky.

The boy was unsure whether he even wanted to return to the city of his birth after being rejected so strongly, but he returned home anyway in order to make his author happy. One look at the dismal state of Sky City though, and all his hesitation melted away. The clouds were all dark and angry-looking, and there wasn't a speck of light anywhere, aside from the occasional lightning strike.

The atmosphere was heavy with the sound of rain, and the boy wondered if he had ever felt such a storm.

"Did I cause this?" said the boy. He gripped his head and screamed as a bolt of lightning struck near him, almost singeing him with its intensity. "What if I just make things worse? I never wanted to hurt anybody."

And then, suddenly, he saw it.

The stars swirled through the air to get his attention, and then came to rest just above the building that housed the famous tapestry. There must have been something important about that tapestry that he needed to see with his own eyes.

And then, as he watched, the sky around him turned into a mural.

As if drawn by the untrained fingers of a child and the intense imagination of one as well, scenes from the life of the little girl who was his author began to stretch out across the sky. The heartbreak she'd experienced when he father had walked out on the family, the constant moving from house to house, and the inability for her to connect with any real friends were all laid bare for him to see.

The boy was filled with awe and a sense of loss.

"Why was I created?" said the boy. "What does she want me to do? It's not like I can fix what she's been through, can I?" He looked up at the images in the sky once again, and then shook his head. "No, she created me to exist within a different world from her own. She must intend for me to do something here. But what?"

He asked himself the question again and again, but he was filled with nothing but confusion.

As he pondered this question, one of the residents of Sky City emerged shyly from their home, looked up at the sky, and shouted, "The stars! They've returned!"

The boy turned to look at the sky, but he saw nothing.

The mural had faded back into the tapestry it had come from, and the stars must have gone somewhere as well, even though the local resident could still see them somehow. He sighed and wrapped the tapestry around his shoulders as a cloak, and then looked at the sky. "If the stars were willing to listen to me before, maybe they'll heed my call now."

The boy closed his eyes and began to call out, "I need you, stars!

The boy felt something before he saw it. Something welled up from inside of him and began to gush out of him in all directions. With a start, he opened his eyes and saw that the stars were coming from somewhere deep inside himself.

The boy felt something welling up inside of him.

Something aside from the stars themselves. Something that felt more like pure emotion. Pure sadness and longing. He began to cry, then to sob. The tears wouldn't stop, and they eventually caused all of Sky City to begin to rain.

A flood of sadness began to flow from the boy's eyes.

Surges of sorrow and anger flowed through the boy, reflected by the falling of the rain and the clashes of the lightning and thunder. The residents of Sky City huddled by as the watched the scene in terror.

The boy felt the same emotions all over again.

The same sorrow at not being understood all his life. The same anger at being rejected for being so different. The same overwhelming chaos at not having any idea what was happening and not knowing how to control the situation. And then, he realized with a start that these same emotions must have been how his author felt as well. He must have been here to help her process these feelings.

Suddenly, he felt he was being understood, and the tears stopped flowing.

The thunder and lightning settled down, and the rain went down to a trickle before finally stopping altogether. And then, wonder of wonders, the sun finally peeked its face out for the first time in a long time. The people of Sky City rejoiced.

And the boy felt happy that he could finally say what he needed to say and that his words were finally understood.

Perhaps the people of Sky City would never understand him all that well. That was okay. Perhaps he would never quite fit in with the rest of them. That was okay too. But the little girl who created him in the first place understood him, and he understood her. And somehow, their mutual understanding of each other just made the world a little bit better.

This is the story of how their lives came together.

And this is the story of how, while they were both very different, they were also the same in all the important ways.

Their stories never had to end.

And then, for the first time in a long time, the boy finally smiled.

"I'm going to show you something!"

He raised his arms up to the sky and summoned the stars to come and dance. They swooped through the sky and lifted him up with them. The people of Sky City watched in awe as the boy danced among the stars.

And the little girl who had lived in the city all her life felt something that she had never felt before.

She felt a sense of resolution. It didn't erase what she'd been through, but she finally felt like she could move on with her life, a little worse for wear, but stronger from the experience.

And then the boy opened his eyes.

He was now the little girl, scratching the words "The End" onto the end of her story. The little girl smiled and put down her pencil, then thanked the story for helping her.

The story ended and the boy looked around.

He saw a normal bedroom where he would likely now be living a normal human life. It wasn't as glamorous as Sky City perhaps, but he found that he was okay with that. So long as Sky City existed within his story, he could handle living a normal human life as a normal human girl.

And he was glad to be living in his story now.

[justsomewritingsandshit]

Peter Is Gonna Be So Jealous!

Liz Allen x Fem!Vigilante!Reader

Length: 3058 words (guess who got carried away?)

Warnings: maybe swears? fem!reader, hints towards attempted assault?, Y/V/N means your vigilante name, very much tried to make this sound like a teen talking

Requested

Liz Allen was the smart and popular girl, that was very much desired by every student at Midtown High. She was kind, head of several clubs, and pretty much everything you could want in a girlfriend…

So, it was a shame you couldn’t bring yourself to ask her out. Well, you had tried once, but that event had ended with you being pushed into a trash can by Flash. He saw you trying and apparently disagreed greatly. Maybe it was for the best, though. You weren’t even sure that Liz was into girls, as you’d never heard anything said about her sexual preferences before.

You guessed that for now, you’d join your friends Peter and Ned, in watching her from a distance (which was not stalking, you swear), daydreaming of a happy relationship with Liz Allen. You assumed this is what Peter did too, because you were too afraid to ask a straight, teenaged boy about his fantasies – you sure as hell did not want to be scarred for life.

“Y/N?” Peter, who’d been waving is hand in front of your face for several minutes, called to you, breaking you from you daydreams of Liz Allen. She was not ten feet from you, laughing away with her friends... “Mr Stark needs us.”

You let out a groan. You had barely gotten any sleep last night, up late with your vigilante work, and now you were needed again? “Fine, but we definitely need to get him to write us a note or something, or Ms Aston will be on our asses again.” Your latest experiences with the school administration worker had not been too friendly – apparently, you couldn’t have chicken pox twice, in one year, at your age (but you were running out of excuses here!). Peter nodded, even though he did blush at your slight profanity. He had become somewhat used to both yours and Tony’s profanity, but he preferred you didn’t curse inside the school building, because he very much feared getting a detention. “Hey, maybe I’ll take tonight off, then. I’ll come to yours, and we can just chill out?” Admittedly, you and Peter often took nights off from vigilante your work, but you both had GPA’s and sleeping schedules to maintain.

The two of you were walking down the hallway, not caring that perhaps you were attracting attention to yourselves –you weren’t that popular, after all. Although, pretty much the entirety of the school thought you were dating already – despite any insistence that we’re not. It didn’t truly bother you two though, neither of you cared too much what others may think of you.

You didn’t think that people at school realised you weren’t into men… Well, your sexuality was your business and no one else’s, anyway. Honestly, keeping your private life quiet was better for who you were, lest someone find out you were moonlighting as a crime-fighter. Vaguely, you wondered if perhaps Liz Allen thought you and Peter were together, too.

“Sure, but if we do go to mine, I need you to help me with my history homework, okay?” The two of you often helped each other with homework, specifically you helping Peter with history and him helping you with chemistry – both of you were equally awful at the subjects. Peter let out a grin when you nodded in consent to his proposal, “Awesome!” The two of you were at the limo which waited outside the school gate for you both, “Do you think Ned will come over?”

“Probably not,” You replied as you climbed into the car, after Peter had opened the door, “I think he said his mom grounded him, or something?” At Peter’s obviously confused look, you went on, “Remember, we got in trouble for the accident in the workshop? His mom grounded him, because it meant he got a detention.”

Peter gained a look of clarity as he thought back to the day I was mentioning, before he mused quietly, “We just needed less power into the base.” We were both blatantly ignoring Tony Stark, who sat in front of you both, his phone in hand.

“Hey, kiddos.” Your uncle (yes, Uncle Tony Stark) and ‘mentor’ was always making cracks about yours and Peter’s age. You let it slide a little, because he was the one to introduce you to the kid. Being a Stark hadn’t always been easy, but after your uncle had introduced you to Peter Parker your life was just the littlest bit brighter – him and Ned were two of the best people on the planet.

“Morning, Mr Stark.” You were sure that Peter had always been a ‘cinnamon-roll’, but since he became Spider-man he was now your ‘looks like a cinnamon-roll, is a cinnamon-roll, but could actually kill you’ friend. As your designated sweet and kind friend, he was always formal with adults, but especially Tony – who was his hero, Ironman.

The phone in your uncle’s hand became more interesting for a moment, “Yeah, uh-huh, hi.” You rolled your eyes at his attempts to be distant to Peter, knowing full well that he loved your fellow teen. Tony put his phone down after the whooshing sound went, telling you he’d sent a text, “So, it turns out that half of the Avengers are out sick, so we’re calling you two in to do a simple, safe task. We need the two of you to distract a few guards, while we break into a small facility.” Both of you nodded towards Tony, listening thoroughly to the details of this small mission. “You two will have maybe five guards each to incapacitate or distract, okay? So, any questions?”

You levelled a serious gaze at your uncle, “Yes.” Tony waited for our question, probably assuming it to be about the mission. “Can you write a note for us? Also, can you sign my permission slip?” His blank face told me now probably wasn’t the time to ask him, but then again it was better to ask while I remembered… There’s no way I was missing out on a trip to the science museum!

The day had been long, but despite the ache in your body (one that spoke of exhaustion) you had still made your way to Peter’s Queens apartment. The mission had been an easy one. It turns out, the head of the facility assumed an attack at night, so there hadn’t been too many guards posted at all. It had been a bit of a cake-walk, really, infiltrating the base – so you and Peter had been sent back to school afterwards (various notes and permission slips in hand). After a physics test, the two of you had ended up at Peter’s. What followed was a few hours of hanging out and doing homework, two hours of you taking an accidental nap, and then eating dinner with May and Pete.

It wasn’t often you didn’t eat alone. Since you were under the guardianship of your uncle, you had previously been living in Stark/Avengers Tower with him. However, Tony was selling to tower and completely moving the base of operations for the Avengers to a better location. This had meant that for you to stay at Midtown High, you’ve had to move into a large, very nice, yet very lonely loft. Like all Stark abodes, there was an artificial intelligence wired throughout the apartment, connecting to anything electrical – from the lights to the flush of the toilet. The artificial intelligence, which you named AL, was also linked to the self-driving car that was parked in the buildings parking garage below (Tony did not trust Uber or the New York taxi cabs, he said something about too many bad memories and frankly you didn’t want to ask).

The lonesomeness of the loft was why you often spent your time around Peter’s. Also, there was the fact it was quite a distance from Midtown – it was a trek home every day. Usually, you would mask up and go roof-top to roof-top until you reached your home, helping any citizens who needed your help on the way. However, tonight was one of those nights where you knew in ten minutes you were going to get AL to send you the car to pick you up, because you were dead tired.

Masked up, you jumped from one roof-top to the next, low-key still thinking about kiss you had shared with dream-Liz Allen during your nap. Backpack on your back, you grabbed onto the side of the next, slightly taller, building and began to scale the side of it.

“Leave me alone!” You heard a woman’s voice cry out from below you, and you were on edge immediately – your mind flew through scenarios that could be happening. You let go of the window-sill you were grasping onto, allowing yourself to free-fall for a few seconds, before your gloved hands grabbed the side of a fire-escape. You clambered onto the rail, squatting as you got a closer look at what was going on, and evaluating what you could do. There was a girl, about your age, being accosted by two grown men. Carefully, you set down your bag on one of the steps, trying to not make a sound to ensure stealth. Then, you quickly jumped, letting yourself drop from the fire-escape.

Your thighs locked around the neck of one of the men, causing him to flail and drop a knife he’d been holding. Squeezing the muscles in your thighs, you effectively cut off oxygen getting into the man’s lungs and brain – leaving him on the precipice of passing out. You decided you didn’t have the time to wait for him to pass out when you noticed the other man sizing you up, so you flung your body backwards, his limp body going along with yours. Whilst you manoeuvred your body out of the way, very much landing like a cat on your feet, the man was left to smash into the alleyway wall. He knocked himself out immediately.

The other man, who’d been sizing you up for a few moments, looked shocked at what your smaller body had just accomplished. Then, his face grew into an enraged expression and he launched himself at you. He swung a fist towards your body, but you easily dodged it since you were already so low to the ground, managing to slide your form under his legs. You jumped up behind him and landed a good kick to the centre of his back, pushing him into the wall too. Unlike his friend, though, this man managed to catch himself on the wall, and quickly turned back to face you. It looked like he was going to launch another attempt at you, but you were too quick and punched him along his jaw, then thrust a fist into his stomach. You gloves were lead-lined for a reason. He hobbled for a moment, before he collapsed next to his pal, too hurt and winded to move.

You waited for a moment, checking that neither of them were going to get up, before you turned to the girl you’d effectively saved from harm… Only to see it was Liz Allen!

“Wow!” She breathes out heavily, looking like she was forcing herself to calm down. “Uh, I can’t believe, you just-” The gorgeous girl in front of you was scared, and you felt remorse at the fact she was.

Secretly, you hoped she feared what the men had nearly done and not you, but knew you had to reassure her either way. “Hey, I’m not going to hurt you!” You held you gloved hand up, informing her that you weren’t a threat to her. “Are you alright, ma’am? Do you need help getting home, or to a hospital?” The thought of her being hurt frightened you, but the idea of walking her home sent a weird thrill up your spine. You were such a stalker…

“No!” You felt oddly hurt by her blunt rejection, “I mean, I’m fine, I live right here.” She pointed to the building you just launched off, and you felt that stalkery-thrill again. At the mention of the fact she was steps from her home, Liz looked at her phone, checking the time. “I have to go, my parents are gonna be so worried!”

Understanding her predicament, you nodded and sent her a wave before jumping back up the wall, your feet narrowly avoiding the heads of the injured men. “Night!” You called back down, before you were drenched in the shadows. You literally cursed your lack of proper social skills, “‘Night’? Really, Y/N?” When you were back up on the fire-escape, you flung your bag back onto your back, all the while making sure that Liz made it safely inside her building. “Hey, AL?”

“Yes, Miss Y/N?”

“Can you send the car, but maybe send it a block or two over? I’m too amazed right now to journey home, but I don’t want anyone to see me.”

“Certainly, Miss Y/N. I’m sending a car to the alleyway two blocks to your left.”

“Thanks, AL.” You honestly couldn’t wait to tell Peter about saving Liz Allen, he’ll be so jealous.

You got to the school grounds earlier than usual, the next day. You’d awoken early, partly due to the nap you’d taken at Peter’s but also partly due to the fact you were absolutely wired from the thrill of saving Liz the night before. Of all the times, where you wished to reveal your true identity, last night had to be top of that list of instances… So, since you were already awake, you took the chance to go to the school’s library and cram for a quiz that you have first period – your uncle (really, it was Pepper) was only going to let you be a vigilante if you maintained your high GPA.

Nearly twenty minutes after you sat down in the library, you heard someone say, “Hey.” The word caused your head to flick up from the thick textbook you were reading from. “You studying for that quiz first period?” Liz Allen, the queen of Midtown High, your crush, and the girl you helped last night, was talking to you! In public! God, you hoped that you didn’t look as tired as you felt.

“Uh, yeah. Cramming last minute.” That was a full sentence, right? “You?”

“Nah, I studied last night with Betty, before I went home.” Ah, so that’s why she was out so late. Liz took a seat next to you, putting her bag on the table-top. “Actually, something crazy happened to me last night.”

Internally you felt yourself begin to freak out, whilst externally you smiled awkwardly, “Oh, yeah? What?” Trying to keep your cool, you mustered up the confidence to say, “Did you get a paper cut from studying too hard?” Man, that was lame…

Liz laughed at your joke all the same. Your stomach formed butterflies at the sight of her being so joyous, especially over what you’d said – you had it bad for her. She laughed for a few moments, before she quieted down into a smile… It’s quite weird she looked this good so early in the morning. It took a lot of time for you to look half as good, and it wasn’t even nine yet. “Actually, Y/V/N saved me last night.” It was a true struggle to act like you weren’t about to have a paranoid freak-out. Somehow you managed to not panic and you kept your calm composure. “Yeah, it was really crazy. I was a mess, really scared, you know? I didn’t even say ‘thank you’!” She let out another laugh, amused by her behaviour last night, even though it had been justified by the situation she had been in.

You let out what you hoped was a casual laugh, “Oh, poor Y/V/N!” Were you pulling off casual right now? You felt like you were.

“Yeah, so I came to say it this morning.” Her attractive mouth (yeah, you had no shame) formed a mischievous smirk, clearly responding to the wide-eyed look of fear you were giving her. “So, thanks for saving me, Y/V/N.” There was a loud thumping in your ear, and you suspected it was your fast-paced heartbeat. “Can I take you out on a date, to properly thank you?”

Clearly, you had died last night. This situation was too damn good to be true… Was your uncle pranking you? It would not be the first time, if he was.

“Wha-?” Your response was not the intelligent one you wished it was.

“Go out with me, on a date.” Liz spoke the words slowly, leaning closer to you as she did, seeming to ensure you understood what she was saying. Her hair brushed your hand, and you felt goose bumps form. By this point, you believed your heart may give out, and absently you wandered if you could go the full-arc-reactor route like Tony did. “Okay, Y/N, I’m using the excuse of ‘saying thanks’ to do it… But really, I just think you’re cute, and smart, and funny. Honestly, I wanted to ask you before, but I thought that you’re dating Peter Parker.” Dammit, could a girl and a boy not just be friends? “But, after last night, I just said ‘what the hell’! Taking risks is important to teenage development, at least according to a TED talk I listened to last week.” She was adorable, ranting like this. You felt yourself smile a little at her miniature speech. You didn’t know she was a bit of a rambler. “So, Y/N, what do you say?”

Answer, dammit! “Uh, yes?”

“Great!” Somehow, Liz’s smile got even wider than it had been before, flashing her pearly whites at you. “Meet me in front of my building, at six tonight. You know where I live.” Her implication, that you were definitely Y/V/N, combined with the fact you had a date set with her, sent you into a blushing mess. However, Liz Allen (your date for tonight!) didn’t seem to mind your occasional shyness, as she leaned even closer than she had been and pressed a kiss to your flushed cheek. “See you first period, Y/N.” She grabbed her bag and was gone, leaving you sitting in the library red-cheeked and wide-eyed.

Slowly, a grin spread along your face. Peter is gonna be so jealous!

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