#and kinda itchy. not good things but it's likely not going to kill me so 💥💥

[crows-of-buckets]

I need to draw my rook bc I actually do have some ideas for them I just. Have NOT been in a creating mood idk I'm so tired... Aoughgggh

[keeps-ache]

okay i'm out of evil mode. peace love and a little bit of still-tired on planet earth lol 🧃

[itsyourstarboy]

Streamer!Honey Headcanons Pt.5

First Part

AT LONG LAST.... THE STREAMER!HONEY HEADCANONS FINALE

Note: This may be the last part, but it is not the end of Streamer!Honey!!! Just the long-winded headcanon posts. I have more planned for the future ^^ mini-fics, shitposts, all sorts of shenanigans <3

—

The punch became a meme. Honey hates it, and Guy hates that Honey hates it.

But god if it isn’t hilarious.

It took a good few months for Honey to stop beating themself up over it, and now they are able to look back on it and laugh. They even have a GIF of the moment as an alert for gifted subs.

—

Charity streams!!! Honey loves doing them. It’s fun, and for a good cause.

And, though it’s fun, sometimes it can get out of hand.

It was meant to be a joke! But, before they knew it, they hit the donation goal...

♡♡♡♡♡♡

HFDJSFEJGGFJSK

IM FREAKING OUT

CANTWAITCANTWAITCANTWAIT

I can’t believe they’re actually doing this 🤭🤭🤭

I DONT KNOW IF MY GAY LITTLE HEART WILL BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT

The sound of the door opening made chat go mostly still.

Honey, very reluctantly with an embarrassed scowl on their face, stepped into camera view.

They stood stiffly, pondering how they ended up here. Here, on stream, in front of thousands of perfect strangers...

Wearing a maid outfit.

Not even a comfortable one! It was frilly, and itchy, and the skirt was way too fucking short.

OMFGNO I FCKING CANT-

🤣🤣🤣🤣

I CANT BREATHE

OH MY GOOOOOOOD

You look so cute!!!

THIS WAS SO WORTH THE MONEY

IM WHEEZING AND I CANT FIND MY INHALERR

HSGJJFHZJAHHAHAHAH

Oh 😳😳

WHY IT LOOK KINDA GOOD THO??

[HONEY’S] TOO HOT THEY KILLED SOMEBODY

“I hate everything,” Honey muttered, as they tried to tug the dress down. It was bad enough that it was so revealing, but it also wouldn’t zip up all the way.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

It would only get worse, however, as the next goal would add thigh highs.

And the one after that would add...

SAY NYA RIGHT FUCKING NOW

AaaaawwwWWWW WHAT A CUTE KITTY

You mean “right fucking meow?”

THEY LOOK SO PISSED LMAO

SAY NYA RIGHT FUCKING MEOW

They’re gonna kill us 😭😭😭😭

IM QUEER

With what? Their wittle paws?? 😽😽

This is my phone lockscreen now

Simp

“Yeah, you all better enjoy this, ‘cause I’m never doing it again.”

Doubt it, this is the fastest we’ve ever raised money

NOOOOOOOOO

Still waiting for you to say nya

NYAAAAAANTS INGONYAMA BAGITHI BABA

ITS THE CIIIIIIIIRRRRCLE OF LIIIIIIIIIFEEE

“I’m not saying that.”

tf you’re not-

★someone donated $50★

SAY NYA BITCH

Honey heaved out a sigh that bordered a growl, and very blandly, “nya.”

As Chat cheered and went practically feral, Honey could only be glad that this couldn’t possibly get any wors-

They froze as they heard the Jaws theme start playing.

“Oh f-”

HE’S HEEEERE

YEEEEEEEESS

HoneysHeaven: wowah 😳

THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER

HOLY CRAP SOMEONE TAGGED HIM ON TWITTER 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

HoneyHeaven: hey there Honey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

SOMEONE SNITCHED????

Honey braced their elbows on their desk and hid their face in their hands. “Go back to working.”

HoneysHeaven: I will if you promise to still be wearing that when I get home 👀👀

“I’m burning it as soon as this stream ends.”

NOO YOU CANT BURN IT YOU LOOK SO SEXYY 😩😩

The boy just wants to see you all dolled up Boo, let him have his treat

“The next 15 minutes are going to be hell.”

HoneysHeaven: oooh the next goal you put on a collar, hm? 😏😏

Guy ur killing even me rn

OH WAIT I JUST GOT GUYS USERNAME

HoneysHeaven: Honey can you send me like $70

“I am not sending you money.”

HoneysHeaven: awww cmon 🥺🥺 my break ends in 2 minutes I just want to see you in a collar

ITS FOR CHARITY

DONATE TO THE CAUSE

“I’ll put you in a collar,” Honey grumbled with their arms crossed tightly.

HoneysHeaven: wouldn’t be the first time 😉

HOW DO WE RAISE ANOTHER 500 IN 10 MINUTES

AYO WHAT????

—

Guy likes interrupting Honey’s streams unprompted. He loves seeing the smile on their face. The gentle one that they wear while doing what they love. It makes him want to smother them in kisses.

Sometimes when he does this, he forgets about the mask and glasses. There have been plenty of times where he’s nearly accidentally exposed his face to the world, and it gives his honey a mini heart attack each time.

Honey made the executive decision to rearrange their setup so that the door was no longer in view. That way, Guy could spontaneously enter as much as he pleased.

—

Honey was still streaming when Guy returned home from work. They had told him in advance that this stream would be dragging on a bit longer than normal.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Honey looked up as they heard the door click open. Guy entered, waving a paper bag around.

“Honeeeey,” he sang, “I’ve brought you somethiiiiing.”

is that the boy i hear 👀👀👀

EVERYONE SHUT UP I NEED TO WITNESS THIS

DETROIT CAN WAIT THIS IS IMPORTANT

Honey eyed the bag skeptically as Guy drew closer, “should I be worried?”

“No,” Guy laughed, stopping right outside of the camera’s view. “I brought you donuts!”

“Ooh, really? What’s your motive?”

“Wha-? Motive!? Why do you think I would have a motive?”

Honey raised an eyebrow at their boyfriend and smirked.

Immensely offended, Guy scoffed, “what, am I not allowed to bring the most important person in my life a treat? Purely out of my own volition and the kindness of my heart?”

“I was joking before, but now I’m actually suspicious...”

“Just take the donuts, Honey,” Guy softly spoke with a warm smile, holding out the bag and leaning forward.

When Honey’s hand brushed against his own, Guy leaned closer, his other hand cupping the back of their neck. He held the bag up to hide his face from viewers as he placed a gentle kiss on his partners cheek.

Honey, growing ever more flustered, let out a nervous chuckle as they pushed Guy away and accepted the gifts.

AWWWWHDWSAIHDGDKDSBIDS

ITS HAPPENING

OMG

NO

DID HE KISS THEM??

WHERE IS THE CLIP I NEED TO SEE THAT AGAIN

When you’re so lonely you’re living vicariously through someone in your screen

UH YEAH THATS THE POINT

OF COURSE

I GOT THE CLIP I GOT IT

Chat wouldn’t stop talking about it for the entire rest of the stream.

And for the next 4 streams after that...

—

Chat knows that Guy is important to Honey. No other roommate of theirs has ever become such a big part of their life, everyone knows that they have to be something more.

They stopped bugging Honey about it after a year. It's just kind of common knowledge that these two have a lot of chemistry, but asking straight up about their relationship won't work.

Not that having an answer would change anything, Chat loves seeing how happy Honey is with Guy.

—

It took a little over a year for Honey to agree, but finally they are streaming a game with Guy!!

They're playing Raft. Honey in their streaming room, and Guy in the living room. They're communicating through discord, and Chat is having a blast.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Did you finish building that engine yet?" Honey asked, filling a chest with some items.

"No, I thought you were going to do it," Guy answered.

"I literally told you to go ahead and make one two minutes ago!"

"I was busy distracting the shark while you were scavenging all that shit underwater!"

We should get them couples counciling

Guy can't keep being shark bait ooh ah ah 😭😭

I still don't understand the point of this game

It's his destiny

Raft

raft

The point is raft

RAFT

"Honey, I think I'm dying. My hunger bar is low."

"Then eat something, we have plenty of food."

"I don't think I can make it back in time," Guy whined.

"Wh- where are you??"

You could practically hear Guy's pout, "I went back on the island because you were mad at me."

"I am not mad at you," Honey responded, exasperated, "where are you at on the island?"

"Uhmm... I'm in a place with lots of trees."

"Okay, I'm bringing you some shark meat."

"The shark is dead?"

"Yeah I killed it."

[HONEY] MOVE FASTER WE CANT LET HIM DIE

They are playing the game so wrong I am ripping my hair out

Tip: multiple sails will make you go faster

They can play however they want to 😡

The only right way to do anything is the [Honey] and Guy way

"Oh shi-" Guy started, "I'm dead."

"You're fiiine."

"No, my character just collapsed from hunger."

"Don't be dramatic, I'm almost there."

"I'm not being dramatic!! I died!!!"

"A little death never killed anybody."

Honey found Guy's character, limp on the ground, and picked him up.

"Alright, you big baby, I'll take you to the bed."

"Oooooh," Guy sang impishly, "you're carrying me to bed?"

"Yep."

"What are you gonna do with me once we get there?"

"When we get there, you are gonna build that goddamn engine!"

Upon arrival to the raft, Honey discovered something...

"Where the fuck is the bed??"

Guy coughed out a laugh, "oh, uhm- I might've taken it with me when I left."

"Why would you do that!?!?"

"Because you were mad at me!!!"

"I swear to god-" Honey dropped Guy's carcass on the raft and went to collect materials to make another bed.

"Honeeeeey," Guy whined, "this wooden floor is hard."

Honey sighed, "I'm making you a bed, hold on."

"Come lay underneath meeee."

AGDKSGAKBFK

Boi he wants them under him 👀👀

Can't believe they let Guy die, I'll never forgive them for this 😢🤧😖 /lh /j

Our boy really stepped up his flirting game 😳😳😳

Too bad [Honey] is too oblivious

They're not oblivious, they're an asshole

A distinct sound of sharp teeth chomping into their hard work caught Honey's attention.

"Fuckin' hell," they murmured, "the stupid shark is back."

"Hurry up making the bed and I can kill it," Guy offered.

"I thought you were making the bed," Honey retorted.

Guy scoffed, "Honey!!!!"

"I gotta stab the shark, hold on."

Cold blooded

Yeah

They don't deserve Guy I'm gonna kidnap him

That shark is an endangered species!!!

DoNT YOU DARE GUYNAP OUR BELOVED BOY

Finally, finally, Honey returned and placed Guy's character on the bed. He sprang up immediately.

Guy's cheerful voice started up, "yayyy, thank you Hone-" and was cut off with a yelp.

The shark had glitched through the bottom of the raft and attack Guy. It scared him half to death, but Honey?

Honey was laughing hysterically.

And it was music to Guy's ears.

Gasping for breath, they kept trying to say something, but continuously fell into a fit of giggles.

Guy was barely able to form his own words without laughing, trying to feign offense at his honey's joy in seeing him hurt. But hearing them laugh so heartily? He couldn't help but melt.

And he didn't want to just hear it, he wanted to see it.

"I'm coming to get you, Honey!" He announced, just before darting towards their room.

"No, no no!" They tried to object, but it was too late as Guy came bursting in.

They were in his arms and on the floor in an instant, tears streaming down their face as they tried to breathe.

Their face hurt from smiling, and they tried to calm down, but as soon as their breathing slowed Guy started to tickle them.

"Guy-! No!! Stop it!" They squealed and squirmed, but to no avail. Their previous laughing fit left them exhausted.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I feel like we shouldn't be watching this

HES SO CUTE????

GUY FACE REVEAL!!!!!

EVERYONE SHIELD YOUR EYES

TURN OFF YOUR DEVICES THIS IS ILLEGAL

Wait I think I've seen him before!

When all settled down, Guy and Honey were nothing but a mess of tangled limbs on the floor, just barely out of frame.

"I love you, Honey," he said softly.

Honey smiled, "I love you too."

—

When the couple realized that Guy was no longer anonymous, Honey made him start carrying pepper spray while he worked.

Gotta keep the boy safe.

The End.

A/N: Thank you for reading the Streamer!Honey series ♡ I've loved writing it, and it makes me so happy that you all loved it as well!

[howlingday]

Knightshade Signals

Jaune: Hey, guys! (Sits down) How's your morning going?

Ruby: Fine.

Yang: Can't complain.

Nora: I ate a spider!

Ren: It was a pancake in the shape of a spider.

Pyrrha: Did your tie give you a lot of trouble?

Jaune: Uh, just a little bit. Say, where's Blake?

Yang: She was reading this morning, but she said she'd be down. Oh, and speak of the Grimm.

Blake: Good morning. (Sits down) Did everyone sleep well?

Pyrrha: I slept just fine.

Nora: Same.

Ren: Nora kicked me.

Jaune: I kind of got to bed late, but I slept pretty good, and woke up just fine.

Blake: I see. I also slept well.

Yang: Uh, are you sure you're not still sleepy?

Blake: No. Why do you ask?

Yang: Well, you're sitting awfully close to Vomit Boy.

Blake: Hm. So I am. I'm not invading your space, am I?

Jaune: No, not really.

Blake: That's good.

Ruby: (Thinking) Huh... She is sitting pretty close. But if Jaune's okay with it.

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Blake: (Opens the door) Sorry I'm late. Professor Ozpin wanted to have a word with me.

Oobleck: Yes, yes. He informed me well beforehand. Please take your seat.

Blake: Yes, Doctor. (Sits next to Jaune)

Jaune: Glad you made it.

Blake: I'm glad to be here.

Pyrrha: (Glances over, Thinking) Was it just me, or did Jaune's eyebrows just raise at seeing Blake? Ah, I'm overthinking things, I'm sure.

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Blake: (Taps Jaune's shoulder) Jaune.

Jaune: Huh? Wha?

Blake: You fell asleep.

Jaune: Oh, yeah... Sorry, I was studying and, uh...

Blake: It's fine. The lunch bell just rang.

Jaune: (Yawns) Did Professor Port notice me?

Blake: (Holding Jaune's hand) No, he was telling us how he killed a Deathstalker with his bare hands again.

Jaune: Oh, that one. I like that one.

Blake: It's one of his better stories.

Port: Hmph! (Thinking) To think the lad could sleep during study time! But he has such a dear friend to guide him right. And one who keeps her hands soft yet firm on him! Ah, the summer day springtime of youth...

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Nora: Jaune, have you seen my fork collection?

Jaune: (Reading) Isn't it under your desk drawer?

Nora: No, that's the spoon diorama.

Jaune: Have you tried the closet corner?

Nora: Nope, not yet. Thanks, Jaune!

Jaune: No problem.

Nora: Hey, Blake.

Blake: Hello, Nora. Hello, Jaune.

Jaune: (Looks up from reading) Hey, Blake.

Blake: Jaune, have you seen Weiss around anywhere? Or Ruby? Yang's down in the gym, working on arm day with Sun.

Jaune: Is Neptune with them?

Blake: I think so.

Jaune: Weiss probably isn't far away, then. As for Ruby, well, she's probably over with them, too.

Blake: I'm not sure how I missed them.

Jaune: They can be pretty sneaky. Need some company?

Blake: I was about to ask you the same thing.

Jaune: I won't say no to it.

Blake: I was going to say that, too.

Nora: (Thinking) That's weird. Why didn't he talk that much with me? Wait, what was I- Oh, right! Closet corner!

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Jaune: (Arms crossed) I'm telling you guys. I'm an open book; you can ask me anything.

Ruby: Okay! What's the best video game?

Jaune: Ninja Kung-Fu Ultimate Deathslayer 2 in my opinion.

Ruby: Eh, the first one was better.

Yang: Who do you have a crush on?

Jaune: W-Well, uh, I did like Weiss for a while.

Weiss: Ugh! Moving on. Where are you from?

Jaune: Around South Vale, a little village named Ansel. Anything else?

Blake: How are you today?

Jaune: Hm... (Opens arms, Rest hands behind head) Ah, well, my morning was kinda off, but I feel like I'm picking up.

Blake: That's good.

Yang: (Thinking) Why'd he bring his arms up like that? Heck, why were they crossed in the first place?

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Blake: (Sighs) So much for simple field training. (Plucks debris off her outfit)

Jaune: (Rolls up sleeves) Yeah, and I don't know how they got inside, but they did, and I'm itchy.

Blake: You should wear something to cover your wrists better.

Jaune: Would they get stuck on your wrists?

Blake: No. See?

Jaune: (Takes wrist, Turns) Huh... Guess not. Oh, but you do have something here.

Blake: Where?

Jaune: On your neck. Do you mind if I...?

Blake: Sure. (Lifts chin)

Jaune: Yeah, see? It was just a... little... (Flushes) Anyway, we should get back to the others and-

Blake: Jaune, wait.

Jaune: Y-Yeah?

Blake: Do you... like me?

Jaune: I, well, uh...

Blake: I'm not asking for anything big and complicated. Simply yes or no.

Jaune: Y-Yeah, I do like you.

Blake: I see. (Pecks his cheek, Blushes) Then I guess the feeling is mutual.

Jaune: Yeah, I guess it is. Oh, and Blake?

Blake: Yes?

Jaune: (Pecks her cheek) To, uh, get you back.

Blake: (Smiles) That's fair.

Ren: (Watching from afar, Thinking) I knew it.

[ofbluesandyellows]

Committed to the Cause (Part 2) - TASM! Peter Parker / Fem! Reader

Summary: Spider-Man keeps on showing up to check on you, as annoying as he is you can’t help to find his presence comforting.

Word count: 7,623

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injury, swearing and alcohol.

Your arm was feeling numb again in that unmoving angle, the cast made your skin itchy but you couldn’t even scratch it, it almost made you go insane at times. 

Jerry had finally left and you were doing the best you could to collect the dirt from your large table, leaving everything clean for the next morning.

It was probably past nine when you managed to close the store, a message from your dad, reminding you about the big wedding on Friday, you had to stay overnight on Thursday to make all the arrangements for the tables in time and… well and you were frustrated because without an arm it was double effort. 

The commute back home served you enough to awake, you still had stuff to do to prepare for tomorrow’s long day. Feeling instantly more relaxed when you got in your building, the keys fell at your feet when you went to unlock your apartment’s door. It had happened at least once a day since you got that broken arm, you grunted, still a little upset with Spider-Man. Of course you didn’t attack him back when he visited you that night at the hospital because you thought it was a good act of kindness, showed that he cared and that he was sorry for what he did. And you were kinda loopy on meds.

However you were upset, and maybe not with him but for the way you felt so useless most of the time. Working on the bouquets was twice as hard and they weren’t as pretty as when you arranged them with both hands, you couldn’t chop anything and you always poured your coffee over your shirt. This could help you be ambidextrous but it was hard, and you had not the patience for it.

Percy didn’t welcome you when you got in. You huffed. Great, now your dog didn’t want you either. Turning the lights on, your bag plopped on the floor.

“FUCK!” You squealed, back resting on the door.

“I should’ve announced myself, sorry again.”

Spider-Man was sitting in your living room, Percy on his lap, tail whipping his leg. This was the most bizarre thing you’ve seen in your life. 

“You can’t be—jeez you want me at the hospital again? Oh god,” you were panting.

You didn’t hear him approach but Percy was soon jumping at your feet demanding attention. As you hovered over to try and catch your breath your line of vision became red spandex feet.

He squatted down to be eye level with you, he waved your way. You felt a bubble bursting in your insides and you wanted to punch his face, poke his big white bug eyes and you also wanted to cry until you fell asleep.

“You’re upset.” He pointed.

“Well of course! I came home after a very long day and my dog doesn’t welcome me and then you almost killed me with your bug-ish presence in my couch, like how did you expect me to react!” You reincorporated, sighing. 

“Right, sorry my bad…again.” Spider-man’s hands went up, clearly taking the blame.

Eyes glancing at him, Spider-Man was not paying attention to you, he was looking around, not touching anything, and Percy somehow was following him around. Annoying.

“Anyway, what are you doing here?” you went to the kitchen to grab some water. 

Spider-Man popped in. “I just wanted to see how you were doing… it’s been two weeks, and—“ he went silent, it made you turn around.

He was leaning on the door frame, arms crossed, eyes staring. A shiver ran down your spine, it was weird to be observed so intently and not be able to read the expression of the other person.

“And?”

“Nothing, just wanted to see how you were, okay? I’m gonna go now. I see you are not in the mood.” 

He backed out and you sighed, resting your only good arm on the sink. Why was he so annoying?

“I had a bad day okay, sorry If I’m taking it against you.”

From the living room you heard him grunt or chuckle or whatever.

“I get that,” 

“You can go do your hero stuff, it’s fine. Thanks for checking on me.”

You took a long sip of the too cold water, wincing you felt it drop in the depths of your belly. 

Not even surprised when you accidentally knocked a cup off the counter while you tried to wash the dirty dishes on the sink. 

Your eyes instantly closed, another cup down, this was the sixth one in two weeks, without counting the dishes and glasses. 

Spider-Man appeared next to you in a second. 

“Um, do you need help? With… anything?”

You stared at him and felt your nose tingle, eyes prickled. 

“No, thanks.” With a wet hand you moved away from him, noticing how close he was now. You gathered the broom and the dustpan, ready to clean your mess when a red gloved hand took it from you.

“Y/n, let me help you.” 

You sniffed, not letting the emotions win. “I can do it, really.”

“I insist.” and that was the end of it. 

Spider-Man cleaned the floor, washed the dishes and even put the kettle on to make tea. The feeling eased a little as you watched him do it, ever so often insisting on doing it yourself all for him to wave his hand at you, dismissing your words.

“Aren’t you supposed to be looking out for the New-yorkers.” You said putting a green tea bag—that Spider-Man helped take out from the package—in your chipped cup filled with hot water.

“I am,” he exclaimed, sitting opposite you on the small kitchen table, hands resting on his lap, fingers intertwined. “Am I not?”

You couldn’t see it but you heard the sardonic tone. “but I’m not in danger.” 

You hid your tiny smile behind the cup lingering on your lips.

“No, but you could be, shattered glass can be deadly, I know from experience.”

You scoffed. “I’m trying my best not to destroy what’s left of my tableware, thank you.”

Hands up in the air again. “okay, but you could burn yourself with the tea, burn injuries are pretty awful—“

“You know from experience too?” you pulled in your lips trying not to laugh.

“Hey! I know you’re making fun of me but yeah, and it’s not pretty.” 

“Fine,”

Percy came running into the kitchen, he laid down right at Spider-Man’s feet, you frowned.

“Percy, you betrayed me!”

Spider-Man laughed. “See, at least someone likes having me around.”

You noticed his laugh for the first time and it was boyish, carefree and contagious. Now that you were thinking about it, it felt less weird to have him there, yes it was weird from all the angles you could look at the situation but it felt somewhat comfortable. 

Silence landed heavy in the room, your mind was restless to find words to say, to express how you felt; tired and also grateful for this unexpected visitor, you wanted to tell him something meaningful but you didn’t find the words. He just kept petting the dog and looking at you occasionally.

“You always work late?” he asked suddenly.

“No, but it’s been busy weeks, you know, the holidays and there’s this wedding on friday and they need like twelve bouquets for the tables and another four for the bridesmaids so tomorrow I’ll be in the shop until I finish.” You scrunched your nose. “it’s fun, I usually don’t complain but it’s been hard to try and do things with your less skillful hand.”

“And it’s all my fault,” you glanced up at him through your lashes, he was looking somewhere up your ceiling.

“Yeah but it’s done, you can’t do anything about it.”

His big shiny white eyes focused on you. “I could,”

“It’s enough by having you here making tea for me.”

He sighed.

The sound of sirens went louder as they ran down the street. Spider-Man stood up fast, Percy almost jumped on his spot.

“Uh, do you mind if I—?” he pointed to your window.

“No, go ahead.”

“Cool, thanks. I’ll… see you around, right?” 

Weird, your stomach felt weird. “Yeah, why not!”

“Great, okay I’ll go now, job can be a pain in the ass.” He chuckled and with a flick of his wrist he went out flying. You stood on the door frame looking at the open window when something smacked on the class and in a fast movement it closed, you started laughing. 

In awe you ran to the window, the air instantly made the web freeze and shine under the moonlight. 

•••

Your back was aching with every tiny little move you made. Feeling the muscles and nerves squeeze and stretch made you wince. You were finally done, the clock said four in the morning, body screaming for bed. At least you didn’t have to deliver them too, you had no bike either way. That was Jerry’s job for once.

A light drizzle was falling as you tried to wrap your scarf around your neck as well as you could with your good hand. The shop was closed and the padlocks were in place. You still needed to walk two blocks to get to the subway.

In there were only people that had to work too early or people that were finally off their night shift, the subway was for once silent. Sitting down, your eyes spotted a pair of black converses almost in front of you. Your eyes slowly looked up, a black coat, a red beanie in place and earphones on, eyes closed. 

You squinted to give the person a better look, those eyes opened. You tried but the effort was futile, brown eyes found you looking and you simply gave him a lipped smile as a way to hide the embarrassment, your red cheeks gave you away anyway.

The boy put one earphones off and gave you a soft smile. “Hey” he greeted.

“Hi,” damn now you made him uncomfortable and forced him to talk. He leaned on, resting his elbows on his knees as he typed something on his phone, the one he put away only a second later. 

There, you were staring again.

“Thanks for the flowers by the way, you shouldn’t have done it but thanks I appreciate it.”

Oh, right, he was the daisies’ guy, that’s why he looked familiar. “It's fine, you can always come back and buy another bouquet from us.”

He laughed. “yeah, you’re right, I should do that.”

You smiled and both traded looks, the whole scene was a bit weird, too tired to process things, too early to be on the subway chatting with a boy.

“Were you working? Because it is a bit late” you pointed, playing with the cuff of your sweater.

“Is it? It could also be pretty early” you chuckled at that. “But yeah it was a late shift… I had a few difficulties with my ride so I had to take the good ol’ sub.” He said but you notice one of his hands wrapped his wrist absentmindedly.

Scratching his cheek he rested his back on the backrest, eyes on his hands. You only nodded. “Yeah same,”

Silence for a bit, you could feel his eyes staring.

“Are you doing okay?”

You furrowed. “What?”

His arm went up to show you what he meant. “Your arm,”

“Oh yes… it’s mostly fine now. Still need to wait a few more weeks to take it off but,” you shrugged, “could’ve been worse”

“Sure, must suck though.” You caught real anguish in the way he said it.

“It does.” 

Your face went deeper in your scarf as the boy looked at his fidgety hands.

The urge to speak was down on you, you hated awkward silences.

“What’s your-“

“You live-“ 

Both said at the same time and grins appeared on your faces. His smile was nice and it made his eyes twinkle. 

“Go ahead please,” the boy quickly said with a hand gesture.

“Er, I was gonna ask you what your name was.”

“Oh” he scratched the top of his covered head. “Peter…Parker?”

You chuckled. “You sure?” He cocked a brow. “You don’t seem very convinced.”

He let out a low laugh. “Right no yeah, it is Peter Parker… sorry yeah or just Peter it’s fine!”

“Okay,” you smiled. “I’m y/n”

“Cool… cool name” he avoided your eyes and you smirked. You usually didn’t make boys feel nervous, this was fun.

Peter looked around and abruptly stood up, making you jump slightly. 

“This is my stop… I’ll see ya later?” 

Your eyebrow quivered for a second, the tone reminded you of someone. “Sure, get home safe”

“You too…” doors slid open just in time and… he took a step out still facing you. 

Peter waited for the doors to close to wave at you as the subway moved. You beamed… that was definitely weird. 

•••

Peter felt incredibly stupid doing this, but there was something about being near you that caused his brain to make stupid decisions. He’d try to mask them as “apologetic actions”. He had no webs left, he forgot to put his emergency cartridges in and now he was back at his apartment, backpack filled with cartridges. A quick breakfast and a shower later he had his Spider-Man suit on, under his clothes and there he went out into the wild.

He walked around his neighborhood for a few minutes to try and deceive his incoherent ideas, yet there was this urge of seeing you again popping out of nowhere. Peter had been fighting it harder lately, so he opted to go to work. Stark Industries helped him focus on other things, like perfecting his web fluid and explosive web balls. Sometimes he still sent images to the Bugle to keep gossip at bay, now more than ever after his little incident it was to try and calm the waters. 

That served him well until he had to head out. Peter’s mind went back to basics.

Grabbing coffee and putting his casual clothes in his bag, he gave in rather easily. Swinging—now full Spider-Man out— around buildings with two cups of coffee and a blueberry muffin in a bag. Three days in the same week, he was heading back to you.

You are going unhinged with these apologies Peter.

Balcony window slid open and there it was, Percy instantly jumping at his feet, begging for a belly scratch. Spider-Man sighed, comfort wrapped him as his nose caught the scent of coconut. Scanning the room he found a new batch of daisy poms and roses.

“Is someone home?” he said loudly, not wanting to scare you again. 

“Hello little Percy, here I didn’t forget about you.” Peter put the coffees on the coffee table as he scattered inside his backpack, a little tupper of fruit appeared on the dog’s line of vision. It made the furry thing go crazy when he tasted a piece of red apple.

Peter’s eyes caught movement and you appeared on the door frame of your room, a towel on the top of your head, a big pink sweater on, tired eyes but you were smiling at him. 

“Hey” Peter said, waving a hand. He quickly grabbed the tray with the coffees. “I brought you something.” 

Your eyes grew big. “Oh, thank you. What are you doing here?” 

Good question. “I was in the neighborhood, wanted to—“

“Check on me… again?” you smirked.

“Yeah, is that wrong?” 

Your head shook. “I suppose it isn’t, but it still is a bit weird if you ask me.” 

“Thought we were friends or something.” 

Taking steps closer to him you grabbed your coffee, taking a sip, Peter watched under his mask, expectantly.

“We aren’t friends but we are definitely something.” 

He felt the smile spread on his face. “That's what I’m saying.” 

It was funny how he made himself at home, sitting on the couch, as he fed Percy tiny pieces of fruit, you disappeared in your room only to appear minutes later with your hair down and damp.

“How are you going to drink your coffee?” you asked him with a funny look.

Peter noticed then what you meant. “Um I don’t know, you can leave the room and let me drink it and then you can come back… my identity needs to stay secret.” 

You chuckled. “yeah of course, that would be so inconvenient for me, you are in my house.”

“I know but how else would I drink it then?” Percy barked, as if giving Peter the reason.

He smiled when he saw you roll your eyes at him. “Just put the mask up to your mouth, don’t think I can recognize someone just by looking at their chin.”

“I don’t know, can you?” 

You shrugged. “Anyway, you need to stop being so nice with Percy, he’s been a little punk since you fed him, it’s like he has fallen in love with you.” 

“Not my fault that I’m so lovable. He has good taste, right Percy.” 

The tiny dog only blinked and jumped on the edge of the couch for attention. 

“See? He reacts to your voice so easily. Must be some kind of animal connection.” 

Peter scoffed. “I am slightly offended, I am not an animal, woman.” The sharp look you threw him made him snort. “Just have spider-like abilities, wait— do you actually think I am like some hybrid creature, half spider half human?” he let out a long loud laugh when you diverted your gaze.

“Don’t laugh, it is kind of common sense, you shoot webs and fly and climb walls,” 

Peter couldn’t breath, that was rich, no one had actually asked him if he had more than two eyes or if he had fangs or fur covering his skin.

He saw the cushion flying from the corner of his eyes, it landed with a low thud on his head. 

“Stop it!” you squealed. “How could I know you are indeed a normal looking human?”

Peter’s belly hurt from laughing. “I could show you,” 

You looked at him with big eyes. “Don’t lie, you wouldn't show me”

He chuckled. “Yeah… maybe one day, who knows.” he laid his back on the couch, the cushion you threw him now on his lap. “Wow that was— you are very funny.” 

“Ha ha yeah and you are rude.” 

“I am definitely not,” 

A sigh escaped him, his body felt light and relaxed. He tried to think of another time where he’d felt this at ease. 

Nothing came to mind.

“You didn’t go to work?” Peter said after clearing his throat, he felt a flutter in his stomach.

“I didn’t… Jerry is taking care of the arrangements with one of his brothers, and because I stayed until pretty late…well—”

“Or early,” Peter mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Uh, nothing…” 

“Well… they gave me the day off to rest.”

“Cool, so… do you have plans? As in right now?” 

This could either go splendidly well or horrendously wrong. 

“No… Just want to have some food… why?” 

Peter noticed how your mind was trying to figure out where his question was going. 

“I could go get us pizza? Or sushi? Maybe thai?” he shrugged. He was playing it cool, he was surprised at how casual his voice sounded, the complete opposite happened inside his body where everything was on alert, ready to be rejected.

“um…” your eyes landed on his face, Peter felt his whole head grow hot, what was his purpose with this? He wondered. “Sure, yeah that’d be nice… but are you gonna eat? Don’t want to be eating pizza while you just watch.”

Your face was a combination of emotions; a smile, flushed cheeks and furrowed eyebrows, Peter felt the urge to pinch your cheeks.

“Of course! I’m not inviting you to eat something just to watch you, not my kind of kink.” 

This made you snort, he smiled. 

“Okay then, just no pepperoni.”

“Pizza it is, be right back.” He stood up in a swift jump.

“Wait, let me give you money.” You grabbed his wrist. 

“Nope, my treat.” 

Peter didn’t let you say more, the next thing he knew he was smiling, swinging through buildings and screaming feeling alive and jolly. For once he felt happy back in his world. Not an ounce of regret or the thought of his other Peter variants in mind.

•••

Eating pizza with Spider-Man was not on your bingo card, not in your wildest dreams thought you’d have him on your couch half mask up, eating pizza and drinking beer while you two watched New Girl.

“I’m gonna admit that this show is pretty funny, I was not expecting it.” Spider-Man said, munching on his food. You saw his little smile as he reacted to something Schmidt had said. 

More than watching the show—the one you’ve watched and re-watched several times—you were mainly focused on the arachnid hero at your side. He seemed to be so immersed in the whole thing that he didn’t notice your staring. 

You found yourself smiling when he did so, or when he absentmindedly scratched his cheek or the top of his head. And you wondered how weird it was for him to be living a secret life as well as a heroic one. You wanted to know who was under the mask as well, because just these little snippets of normalcy between you and Spider-Man—even though he was a bit annoying—felt so normal. You liked his personality, he was a good company after all. The man under the mask as a matter of fact had to be just as nice.

“Who is your favorite character?” He asked, fully looking at you, mask back down. He caught you looking.

Trying to act unsurprised, you took a bite of your now cold slice of pizza. “All of them, have a soft spot for Nick but they’re all amazing, that’s what makes the show so good.”

“Hmm… yeah well I don’t know, after two episodes all I can say is that the girl with the bangs,”

“Cece,”

“Yeah, Cece, is going to end up with the guy with the tip jar.” 

“Schmidt.” 

“That’s what I said.” 

It made you smirk that even now you could sense when he was smiling under his mask, it was in the way he spoke that told you he was happy.

“I’m not saying anything, you need to watch it,” 

“Fair enough.” He hugged a cushion against his chest and threw you a look. “Put the next one, come on woman.”

“Wow, see! Rude.”

“Sorry,” he squeezed your arm. “I just want to see if I’m right.”

That’s basically how it started, New Girl was a bonding method you found really rewarding, lots of laughs and nods. Spider-Man left only twenty minutes later when his phone started buzzing, with an apologetic gesture he exited the apartment through the window. 

The next time you saw him was a week later, he carried a bag full of Chinese food, and you kept on watching season 4 where finally Nick and Jess get together. 

Percy got a new toy, which ironically was a tiny Spider-Man stuffed toy, it made you laugh and Spider-Man felt quite proud of the joke. These late date nights became not a daily thing but a regular occasion, never on the same day but most of them around ten at night. 

Five weeks later you were trying to come up with a way to wrap a fairly big wedding bouquet with a baby pink ribbon with just one arm. It was a hard task, Jerry left for lunch and to deliver a few stuff, you were not expecting him to come back until probably two more hours. That left you with no more option than to wait in the store.

Until you heard the bell chime, announcing a new customer. Leaving the flowers slowly on the table you sighed in defeat when the bouquet lost form without your holding them.

“Peter Parker!” you said gleefully stepping into the actual shop.

His smile and dreamy eyes caught you off guard. “Hey y/n”

And there’s something about hearing your name coming out of a cute guy that made you feel special, and stupid.

“The usual I suppose.” 

“Yes,” he nodded and you disappeared into your station again. “How you’ve been?”

“All right, I'm counting the days until I get this damn thing off my arm, but besides that everything’s been good.” 

The flowers you picked for Peter were always the most beautiful, the ones with the brightest colors with the freshest steams and even when you were giving him a variation of daisies, you didn’t dare to charge him full price. 

“How about you, how’s work?” 

His visits had been twice a week, and you liked having little chats with him, he told you the other day that he was working on a secret project at Stark industries and that he couldn’t tell you more because it was indeed a secret. 

“Peachy, remember the project?” 

“Yes,”

“It’s going pretty great, actually we could have a few tryouts within the next few days, so I’m pretty stoked about it.”

“That’s cool, even though I don’t know what’s that about but I trust you. You’re the future of science mister Parker.” you said with a chuckle as you appeared on the counter. 

A slight cherry color was staining his cheeks, adorable. “I am not, I just like to—you know… help.”

“Uh huh, very heroic of you.”

He frowned. “Not heroic enough, it’s nice of you to say, though.”

“Could you help me wrap them, you know the drill already.” 

“Of course,” 

He knew pretty well, you’ve been asking him for help wrapping the bouquets whenever he showed up when Jerry wasn’t around, which was pretty often, as if he knew when Jerry took his break. 

Peter held the paper in place as you placed the flowers, then he simply followed your instructions into twisting and folding the right corners until he had a pretty perfectly wrapped bouquet of rainbow like daisies. 

“I don’t want to abuse your kindness but can you help me with another bouquet? I’ve been trying to wrap it but I just can’t find a way”

Peter blinked, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah no problem, always nice to be of help.”

You let Peter in, your station was a mess but it was all part of it, he looked around as you told him to hold the flowers up for you to see and rearrange them properly. White gardenias, and white roses filling the air with their sweet aroma, you were very concentrated in doing your job, instructing Peter to hold the tip of a cream color ribbon with his thumb.

“Like this?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Okay so now I am going to surround the stems with the ribbon and you need to hold it on every round, okay?” 

Your eyes went up to find his already on you, the way he was gazing at your eyes and your nose and your lips made you suddenly very shy. 

“Peter?” Voice came out as a mumble.

Quickly he shook his head and nodded. “Yeah I got it!” voice going slightly high pitched.

You did your best to not touch him much, but it was inevitable to not brush your hand against his skin or his covered chest, his sweater was soft and now the scent of flowers mixed with his aftershave. 

It was… nice, something within you churned. You gulped.

“Done,” a sigh escaped you, this had been a bit harder than you thought…. Not talking exclusively about the bouquet.

Your eyes found his and both of you smiled, it wasn’t uncomfortable yet there was a slight shift in the atmosphere.  

With a blink Peter instantly turned around and walked away from you. “How much I owe you?”

“Same as always,” 

Peter handed you the money, he crusty and you scrunched your nose, he caught you doing so

“That was… I didn’t mean to curtsy,” he laughed, ears turning bright red. “I’ll just go. Er thank you!”

With a chuckle you returned an exaggerated curtsy. “Bye, sir Peter.”

“You are so annoying, you know that?” He said pushing the door open, he waved at you through the window display.

•••

It was past eleven, and Spider-man didn’t show up again, it’s been four days now, you were worried, only slightly, you should have known better than worry about an actual hero, he must’ve been doing pretty important stuff, he didn’t owe you and yes you were friends… or something but it was odd to not have him around, not even a note or a quick stopping by as he had done before.

Percy had been looking through the window every night to see if his favorite human appeared, yes Spidey had taken your place which was unfair considering you fed and played with the doggy all the time.  

Huffing you snuggled deeper into your mattress and duvet, your feet were cold, this impeded you to reconcile sleep, but eventually your whole body fell into slumber. Thoughts and the images of a weird dream started to take shape and form an incoherent plot. Yet the barks of Percy made you jump out of your skin in an instant.

Sitting in bed with your heart palpitating so fast you felt it coming out of your chest any second. Holding an empty vase near your bedside table you walked out of your room, Percy instantly coming to meet you. 

“What is it?” you asked him in a whisper, to which Percy only ran away straight to the living room.

Shuffling and grunts echoed in the apartment. You gulped, the grip on the vase tighter. Mind came up with a plan in seconds, that was adrenaline acting up. If you ran, turning the lights on and then throwing the vase to whoever was in there you could gain enough time to hold Percy and run away.

Yeah, that was as good as it could get, shaking your head you did it, no overthinking just running, switch on and you almost tripped on your feet.

“HOLY FUCK!” you shouted, the vase fell on the couch, dammit you were about to ruin a pretty great vase for this.

“Sorry, I am really sorry. I swear it wasn’t my intention, just Percy here, little snitch.”

Spider-Man was holding his chest, as he was sprawled on the floor, the window slightly open cold winter air swirling in.

“What… are you okay?” you saw the splash of darker red on his suit. 

Oh no.

“I… yeah. Sure, Just need a sec to catch my breath, promise you if I had somewhere else to go I wouldn’t have bothered you but… oh” His hand went up , as if he was examining it. “Shit that’s lots of blood.”

Instinctively, you approached the wounded man in your living room. Kneeling by his side the blood was creating a small pool of crimson liquid, the metallic smell made you want to gag.

“Jesus, er I, okay I’m— I need to see what you have there, can you move? Are you dizzy?” 

“Yes, I am very dizzy and… I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to move.” 

“Of course, okay but I still need to see your wound, let me just get my scissors, there’s no way I’m letting you die in my living room Spider-Man.”  

At this time you weren’t sure where the scissors were, but how could you, you were panicking, you had zero to no experience in wounds. 

A knife and scissors and towels, water, aspirins, you grabbed everything you found remotely useful and let it fall at Spider-Man’s feet. He chuckled and grunted all together.

“Okay, let me see.” You went to grab his suit but he caught your hand mid-way, warm and gooey with his own blood.

“No, I can take it off, this suit” grunt. “Believe it or not it costs a fortune, well no, it doesn’t but it cost me a lot of time to make.”

You were looking at him unblinkingly, how on earth was he able to joke. “Whatever, just let me see!!”

“Jeez y/n chill I won’t die… at least I hope not.”

You grimaced just by looking at him struggling with his suit, slowly but surely you waited and helped as much as a girl with one functional arm could.

His chest was like a work of art, splashes of red angry hits, purple fresh bruises as well as yellow-y spots where starting to disappear to leave space for the new ones. Near his ribs there were three wounds, you couldn’t tell if those were deep or not but blood was seeping out of them, your whole body tensed.

“It’s not as bad as it looks, those will heal in a couple of hours.” Spider-Man affirmed, mumbling. Percy was licking his naked arm, you heard the man let out a low laugh. “Thank you Percy I knew you’d understand.”

“Who did this to you?” you gasped, feeling your eyes prickle. 

“Bad men, they usually use guns so I was not ready to be attacked by…um sharp… objects…”

“Those are knife wounds?” 

“Not exactly but you could say so, yeah.” Spider-Man winced.

Ok, that was your cue, you needed to figure out a way to fix him. “I don’t know what I’m doing but we got this Spider-Man,”

Your only hand available was shaking heaps as you pressed the towel against his wounds. “Add pressure and I’ll start cleaning the rest.”

You demanded and Spidey obeyed. 

His mask was still on so you had no clue if he was looking at you or just resting his eyes. Either way you cleaned his torso as best as you could. Unfortunately the towel started to stain red, and you had to run to get another one, no time to wash or rinse. Percy followed you like his presence was doing something to help you.

When you came back only one of his wounds was dripping, the other two were bright red.

“See? We are getting there.” Spider-Man said in a chuckle probably because of your expression, total awe.

“Yeah, I see now… but still I’m gonna wrap you in these.” You put up some tights and baby pink towels. 

“Uh?”

“I know these are not bandages but it’s what I have, okay, so I’m putting the towel there and then wrapping it in place with the tights.” 

Spider-Man had no other option so he sighed, giving you green light. 

The wrapping ended with various grunts and low cursing coming mostly from him but you also collaborated with a few big heavy words as it wasn’t an easy job to do but it got completed, your forehead had pearls of sweat at the end of it.

Sitting beside Spider-Man you felt the warmth coming from his body, unexpectedly his thumb came to caress the side of your forehead, right up your temple, you looked at him moving your head away just a little. 

“You have blood there.” He simply mumbled but made no effort to move his hand. You kind of didn’t want him to.

“It's fine,” hand went flying up your face, clumsily touching Spider-Man’s on the way, it was probably the adrenaline still running up your veins that caused the almost electroshocking reaction inside you. 

Spider-Man’s hand fell on his lap and Percy quickly ran to nuzzle against his fingers.

“All right then.“ He said as he scratched the dog’s ear. “You know how to be adorable and make me feel better.” 

“Hey, I did all the hard work” of course you were going to complain. 

“And I’ll forever be grateful for it, but Percy is adorable, look at that face.” 

You instantly notice he felt better, that was a big relief.

“You are adorable too. Is that what you wanted me to say?” 

You scoffed. “No, but I am indeed very adorable and also very intimidating.”

Now it was his turn to scoff. “Absolutely not, you are small and cute. Not one hair of intimidation in your body, y/n come on let’s be for real now.” 

The weariness made you laugh at that. “You are such a pain in the ass Spider-Man, I fucking patched you up and you are making fun of me, that’s not the way to go man,”

You tried to ignore the fact that he had called you cute, that had caused your belly to do a flip. 

He went silent, you instantly went to look at him, he couldn’t die now, right?

“You okay? And be honest, please.” Jokes aside, you were still worried.

He nodded eagerly. “I do feel better, a little bad that I ruined your towels and the floor will need a good scrub later.”

“Don't worry about it, I can charge people to come see the spot and become a billionaire.”

Your smirk made him chuckle. “Funny, but I’d ask for my share.” 

“No way, it’s my apartment and you came for help, that’s how you pay me for ruining the floor.”

“Oh so you do care about me ruining the floor with my blood.”

You gasped, offended. “You are truly the worst, just for the record I don’t care, the idea seems like a good way of making easy money.”

“At my expenses.”

“Yeah, but you owe me.” Your broken arm went up to remind him, he shook his head.

“I thought I covered that up already… I see how things are now.”

You laughed, and he mirrored you, only that his laugh was followed by winces. 

“Let me get you some water… Are you hungry?” you got up, noticing now that your pajama had dark red spots spattered.

“Your look is very Carrie.” 

“Thanks to you,”

“Always happy to provide.” 

Again, a pain in the ass this masked boy was. “Want a sandwich?” 

“That’d be great actually, thanks.” 

As you prepared sandwiches and tea, you had the unsettling feeling that Spider-Man would either disappear or die right after you dared to divert your gaze for even a millisecond, him lying there in the still fresh pond of blood. The gears kept on running inside your brain, making you peek through the door every couple of minutes to see him and calm your unsettled self. He was still in place, Percy with now pinkish fur sprawled on Spider-Man’s lap where he was brushing the tiny dog’s head. 

Warm and toasty bread was all there was to smell in the apartment. You put the plates on the coffee table, one at a time, then the tea and then you went to gather bed sheets to put on the couch.

“Sit up here, you will be more comfortable.” You didn’t ask, your tone pretty much demanding,

Spider-Man didn’t argue with you but he complained about the obviously painful wounds. You were wary about every move, every deep breath and sigh he made, you observed him, your sandwich rested cold on the plate, opposite to Spider-Man he was devouring the simple meal you made for him, you offered him your own food and he looked at you, and even though he had that stupid red mask on, you could feel the intensity of his eyes, those white big bug eyes that made you wonder what their real color was. 

Spider-Man had thin lips, not too thin but they weren’t plush, they were pink even with all the blood lose, that gave you some relief; his jaw was strong and sharp, a little stubble was resurfacing form the skin and he had a kind smile, you liked how he smiled at you.

“Stop looking at me like that, I’m not going to die… at most I’m gonna finish all the food you have in the apartment.” He said munching on the last bit of sandwich. 

Warmth crept through your neck. “Sorry, I’m a bit worried…”

“I—yeah, right it was all my fault sorry. You would be sound asleep if it wasn’t for me.” 

He moved, almost ready to leave the place but his body refused, he grunted and plopped back on the couch.

“Shit,” he said, mask down again.

“You can say as long as you need.” You went on to collect the dirty dishes and somehow you expected the hero to protest or try to help you but he simply sighed. 

You didn’t make the effort to wash dishes, instead you did what it was a necessity now. More towels and the mop, a bucket with a bunch of cleaning products got translated to the crime-scene-looking-spot in your living room.

“Whoa! Hey, I am definitely not letting you clean that.” Spider-Man quickly got up and after a moment of dizziness he kneeled beside you. “Give me that.” 

“Hell no, you just sit there, you really need to rest. I have this under control, and it’s my apartment so you just stay put, watch tv, or even better get some sleep and stop bothering me.”

“But it’s unfair, I—I caused this.” 

“Yeah but you can’t clean it, you can pay for it later.”

He got up and sat on the couch. “Just because I’m really not feeling well I’ll let it pass… but it hurts me to see that you’re getting rid of that art work.”

“Uh huh, it was a great gift to humankind but I don’t think people would come see it either way, no one would believe me it’s your blood.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to hide a smile. The words caused the reaction you wanted when you heard the boy gasp.

“You only said people would pay to see it to make me feel better?” eyes found his body, he had a hand on his chest, clearly taking the offense to a dramatic level. “So low of you y/n, I trusted you.”

“What can I say Spidey,”

You heard him chuckle after that and your chest felt funny. 

“Has anyone ever told you you are too nice? Like seriously, any other person would’ve kicked me out or would’ve called the police but you… you are insane, woman.”

The laugh you let out made him react the same way. “I just accepted you because you brought coffee and bought me pizza, and because you like New Girl just as much as me now.”

“How convenient.” 

“That’s just the truth.” at least you tried to convince yourself of it.

“Well… thank you.”

“No need, you’d do the same for me.” The spot of crimson liquid was now gone, a light stain remaining. Your brows knitted. “You wouldn’t let me die in your living room, right?”

“Of course not, I’d leave you in an alley.” 

“Ha ha funny.”

Both of you kept silent but only for a brief moment because Spider-Man made sure you heard him.

Web fluid took the mop from your hand, making you look his way. 

“Y/n I promise you that I will do everything in my power to keep you safe… look what I’ve done now; condemning you to a friendship after I broke your arm and you saved my life, I think we are stuck together.” 

The way your smile only grew into a beam after those words, being attached to Spider-Man didn’t sound bad at all. 

“I like that promise,”

You weren’t sure how but you knew that the boy hidden inside that suit was beaming at you the same way you did. 

The floor got mopped, the air smelt fresh and Spider-Man was lightly snoring on your couch as Percy finally laid on his fluffy bed, after seeing his pink painted paws you made a mental note to shower him. 

Carefully you sat back on the free space on the couch, trying your best to not wake the boy there. Eyes scanned every inch of his body several times, making sure his chest was moving and his body wasn’t tense. Your mind was running wild thinking of having him there at all times, to have someone to talk to, someone who could help you cook or take Percy for a walk. And it was creepy to think about such things when you had no idea who was the boy sleeping on your couch, yes it was Spider-Man but who was he really.

The night swallowed your thoughts and wonders, making your eyes flutter, each blink slower, until you couldn’t resist it anymore, you were sure he was fine now so no worries were keeping you from resting. Still somewhere in your subconscious you were on alert, and the moment you felt the shifting on the couch you woke. Spider-Man was ready to go, you knew, it was all in the way he was standing.

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered as if someone would hear him.

“Stay,” you mumbled, feeling the slumber heavy in your eyelids and body.

“Can’t… I have to go now, but I’ll come back tomorrow, okay?”

You barely heard him whisper this to you, but you nodded your head. A breeze made you snuggle between the cushions, noticing a blanket over your curled body, soon you were dreaming of being able to drive your bike, to wash dishes with both hands, to finally shower properly.

Part 1 - Part 3

[samael-your-guardian-angel]

Wazzup Sam, what were you and Asmodeus up to - and wearing👀 - when the thing with Job went down? 🐦🐐

Lemme think... I was probably in the Standard Angel Uniform at the time - itchy gold collar, I looked a bit like a tree topper. Mo was in this black tunic with indigo (bougie bastard) embroidery. And, yeah, we were both on the ground there.

I was hanging around God's Specialest Princess and his family when Mo showed up out of nowhere, all fire and brimstone and "TREMBLE BEFORE THE MIGHT OF THE INFERNAL SERVANTS OF SATAN BLAH BLAH BLAH" and then he saw it was me and cut out all the theatrics. And we sat down and he looked all glum - well, he always does, but more than usual - and he pulled out this contract, you probably know the story about the bet between his boss and my boss (which I had Opinions on, but kept my mouth shut), and he had to come and burn down Job's house and kill all his goats and chickens and family, hence the glumness, for this test, right?

And I said, you aren't really going to do it, are you? And he replied, I don't have a choice, do I? Unless an angel were to stop me, perhaps? And I said, thanks for the tip-off, but if I sequester Job and co. away, people are gonna start asking questions, aren't they, about how I knew, and you'll get into just as much trouble for not destroying everything. And looked at me all horrified like, so you think it's OKAY to kill children for a test and I said No, What The Fuck, Show Me Where I Said That, Oh Right, I Super Did Not Say That, You Absolute Buffoon.

And then I thought about it for a while and eventually I was like, okay, so what if Job just thinks he's lost everything, then the test results will be the same, but with much less child-murder involved. You can just give his family back in secret when all this is over. And Mo became slightly less glum and scurried off to go and conduct his mission in secret. So I thought.

But you know Mo, he's got to be as dramatic as possible, and he wanted an audience for his performance, and the next day he calls me over like Come Watch Me Murder *wink* Job's Precious Children *wink*, and I said, don't do that with your face. And then he put on this big show with the fire and brimstone and lightning, but he made us all fall into the basement in the eye of the storm. It was pretty cool. It would have been a lot cooler if he'd told me first what he was going to do.

He hid the kids and kept them quiet by turning them into frogs or lizards or something, I forget, 'cause we landed in the wine cellar and well, we had nothing else to do while we waited for them to dig us out of the wreckage. It was the first time I had wine, I think. Yeah, Mo was on a roll, he was so pleased with himself for the misdirection, and then he was all ooh, let me tempt you with the devil's drink, little angel~ and. Listen. Listen. Shut up. I know it was cliché and cheesy and whatever. I'm not proud of how easily it worked. Shut up. I know you're laughing. A thousand smitings upon ye if you don't stop laughing at me.

I got very drunk.

I got very hungover, too, and I've rambled enough, so. Job = very sad, still passed the test, God spoke to him, whoa. Mo = invented the magic trick, brought Job's kids back. Me = managed to bullshit the other angels that it was all part of the plan, etc.

Afterwards... I dunno, I got kinda melancholy. I mean, we were supposed to be the good guys, right? So why were we doing all this fucked-up shit to Blameless Job for the sake of a bet that Her Omnipotence would have known the outcome to anyway? Why was Mo, who didn't want to do that fucked-up shit, turned into a demon? I couldn't say any of that out loud either, 'cause what if questioning the morality of Heaven led to them kicking me out too?

Asmodeus came and sat with me. We didn't say much, but I felt a little better. We weren't in The Arrangement just yet, but it felt like a prelude, almost. At the least, it felt a little less lonely.

[midknitefox]

I keep seeing pressure oc posts so here's mine

it's kinda mid but . Meet Nova Bamon.

redesigning her very quickly lmao.

Things that will change: Posture, skin tone, expression, tail appearance

"Why don't you try... that door? that might end well... heheheh..."

-Nova, instructing an expendable to go the wrong way.

anyways I have a vision for something for her gimme like a week and I'll draw it maybe JSJSKSBDSKSN

info on her under the cut

Nova Bamon is a woman in her 20s. Her father was a scientist in the facility who conducted secret experiments on her in his free time, wanting to figure out gills before the company could. Ultimately he couldn't figure it out, but left his daughter a mess, which he quickly discarded. being kept in a large tank in a corner of the facility, locked by Dr Bamon, she was isolated for a long time before being discovered by staff shortly before the containment breach. She was very thin- underfed- and without being properly raised, and mutated with DNA of a mako shark, she was highly aggressive when first coming into contact with humans. as the breach happened, she escaped from her tank, watching from the shadows, and searching for a particular scientist... one she never found. She's 7 feet tall, and surprisingly fast despite her size, especially under water, able to propel herself with her webbed hands and feet easily through the water.

Now, she prefers staying in her tank, although it's a little small for her, as due to being in it for so long she's become accustomed to breathing underwater, and gets itchy and agitated while outside of it for too long.

She enjoys teasing any Expendables she may come across, and avoids killing them unless they say something that may trigger her. she's not picky, and will eat anything she comes across, including humans if they're dead, and is usually very thin.

She's very good at mimicry, and likes using it to mess with people.

Though generally harmless, if someone pisses her off (shes emotionally sensitive to insults or comments about her features/height) she's known to attack them, using sharp teeth to tear anyone to shreds. the best way to tell if a dead body had been attacked by her is to check what type of wounds they have, and if there's any shark teeth dislodged in them, as her teeth come out fairly easily.

She has a couple small fish tanks scattered around that she might be found sitting in. while they're not ideal for breathing in, she still enjoys the feeling of water over her gills even if she can't breathe it.

Shell be found giving tips or hints to people that pass her, helping them in a way, though shes known to also give false information. It's typically easy to figure out what's true or false, as she has trouble disguising her amusement up on lying.

She has a tendency to instruct people to flash Sebastian with a flash beacon. just for fun. She can be a bit snarky, and doesn't know how to regulate emotions, nor does she understand what is/isn't an appropriate reaction.

She often assumes people know when she points them the wrong way, and if they listen to her lying, she mocks / laughs at them.

sorry this is a bit of a mess this is me throwing my ideas up (I haven't written anything down it's all been stored in my brain)

[m-jelly]

A request kinda like one you’ve done before I think it was called like “Amazonian Goddess” or something but like Reader x Levi kicking ass in some sort of organization? It can be like some organization against corrupt people in the government or famous people that do really shitty things and Reader x Levi go on missions to exploit and eradicate them. Or sneaking into cult practices and shutting it down( that would probably mess me up for life but makes a good story plot :) ) so yeah they are just so badass taking all these criminals out and killing bad guys and holding hands and kissing while beating the shit out of people… Imagine breaking into a government space and convincing Levi to skip through the halls shooting bad guys… just Levi skipping while holding your hand makes me red

This would be a fun long fic. I'm going to take one part of your ask and do a scene in the cult as I've done a lot of action scenes where we skip around, or Levi kicks the shit out of people with us. Hope you don't mind.

@kenkopanda-art <3

Partners in justice

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, established couple, crime-fighting, mentions of a cult, mentions of religion, fluff, disguises.

Concept: You and Levi have infiltrated a cult and are working together to shut it down without the use of weapons. Levi has an itchy trigger finger, but you reassure him that you can solve this situation without guns and knives. You eventually stop the cult without causing an uprising or a bad response.

Slightly inspired by far cry 5

Taglist: @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @levisbrat25 @li-anne @nbinairyn @nyxiieluna @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @strawberrybunny123 @youre-ackermine @demonsimp6

You bowed your head as you walked past worshippers in the encampment. You enjoyed the warm country breeze going through your hair. You looked up to the mountains and the grand green lands with vast forests climbing up hills towards the mountains.

You left the small camp of worshippers, it was one of many that people lived in who worshipped the father. You and Levi had slipped into the cult, worked your way up the ranks and slowly injected people with doubt. You were ranked so high with Levi that you had your own camp.

Your camp was slowly growing with people who doubted the teachings of the father. You and Levi were helping people leave but appearing loyal to the father and his two disciples. You knew it wouldn't take long to take this cult down.

You and Levi had plans for the future. You were going to shut this cult down and then go off together on a romantic getaway. You were happily married and wanted to be a married couple for a bit on holiday. You wanted a month's break, maybe two.

You crossed a river and through a woodland path until you saw a home in a large field of flowers with a river running by into a lake, views of the mountains and thick woods. You smiled softly wishing this was your forever home. You'd moved around for years with Levi but never settled down. You adored this home and you were hoping that Levi might agree to two months here.

You hurried along the path to see your two dogs run out of the house and turn to their father. You smiled brightly as Levi walked out of the house. You sprinted down the path without Levi knowing your presence. Your dogs noticed you first and then your husband.

Levi lit up in delight before racing towards you. He grabbed you and spun around with you as your dogs barked. "Welcome home!"

You squealed in delight. "Hi honey!"

He put you on your feet. "How did it go?"

You held Levi's hands and sighed. "Good, but I'm getting tired."

"We can go in with our guns. I have all my weapons at the ready."

You hummed a laugh. "No, Levi. We have to take our time."

He huffed a little and pouted. "But bunny."

You cupped his face and wiggled it. "I know, my naughty bear, I know." You kissed him and smiled. "Patience. If we go in firing our guns then innocent people might get hurt. We have to tip the balance." You pressed the end of his nose. "The fewer people who follow, the better. Statistics say that if you pressure cult leaders, they will either make people kill themselves or they will kill them."

Levi hugged you tightly. "I hate how right you are." He released you and held your hand. "A part of me wants this to last because I love our home."

"Me too. I wish this was our forever home, but people need us."

Levi gazed at you. "Well, it can be our base camp home. Our forever home. Our future."

Your eyes sparkled in delight. "Oh please!"

He leaned closer and kissed you. "It's sorted then." He walked with you back to the house. "So, plan for this cult?"

You hummed in thought. "I'm close to making his noting-taking disciple doubt the father. I just need a bit more time. How are you doing with his trainer of soldiers?"

Levi smirked. "Easy. The man is weak. I need one more conversation and this cult crumbles. The father will be by himself."

You clapped your hands together. "Perfection!"

You pressed your back against the wooden wall as you check your ammo. You loaded it into your gun and sighed. "You okay honey?"

Levi lifted up his machine gun and attached it to its holder. "I'm good." He locked it into place and check the chain of bullets. "Remind me how we got here?"

You hummed a laugh. "You punched the father in the face for making a pass at me. He said all women in his cult are his wives, therefore I was his wife."

Levi locked and loaded his gun. "Tch, piece of shit. You're my wife."

You walked over to the ladder up inside the wooden church. "Be careful, okay? I'll sniper them from the roof." You kissed his cheek. "Make me proud."

Levi yanked you close and kissed you passionately. "I'm going to fuck you hard and good after this."

You growled. "You better." You slapped his ass before climbing up the stairs with your gun slung over your shoulder. You clambered onto the roof and lay on your stomach as you softly sang. "God, I love my job." You set up your sniper and fixed your earpiece so you could speak to Levi. "Darling?"

Levi sang your name. "My love!"

You giggled. "I've got my eyes on the last stand against us." You adjusted your scope. "You sure this is the last resort?"

"They wouldn't listen to reason, my love. We have to do this. This is a kill or be killed."

You pouted hard. "But Levi!"

"I know, I know." He chuckled. "You like using your words. Sometimes people won't listen."

You kicked your legs and whined. "I know, I know."

Levi smiled as he checked his setup. "You have an adorable pout on your face, don't you?"

"No!" You sighed. "I'm going to smack your bum after this."

"Please do."

You looked down your scope and hummed. "We're in close range, my love."

Levi gripped his gun tightly. "Give me the word and I'll open fire."

You watched them get closer. "Steady." You smirked as they ran closer with guns at the ready. You watched them fall for your funnelling set-up of things along the way to push them all down one path. "They fell for it. Oh, we've got one going off course."

"Don't you have claymores set up?"

You squealed in delight as one blew up. "I do! Fire my love!" You gasped in delight as the loud bursts of Levi's gun rained out across the field. You watched as the bullets ripped through the front doors and into the heavily armed soldiers wanting to kill you both. "What a man." You moaned. "I love you, Levi."

Levi smirked. "I love you too. Now, show me what you do best. I bet you're kicking your legs right now and you'll clench your delicious thighs when you go to fire."

You giggled and squeezed your thighs before shooting an RPG-wielding soldier. "You know it, my sweet darling."

"Fuck, you're incredible. You have impeccable aim." He moaned. "I love you so much."

You fired again and watched a guy's head go pop. "I love you too. You're so handsome and perfect."

The thunderous sounds of Levi's machine gun came to an end. Silence fell on the land. The birds returned and started singing sweet songs. The pleas of mercy from the father erupted and pierced the air. He declared his lies and that he was not a prophet.

You and Levi sat together on a bench as your team came in and cleared out the cultists who wanted to escape. Levi gave his report to Erwin. Levi walked with you back home where your pups were both waiting. Levi pulled you against him and started slow dancing with you in front of the home as the dogs jumped around you both and barked.

Levi dipped you and smiled. "My love, my darling, you are a delight to love and be with."

You gripped Levi and purred. "I love you so much."

Levi crashed his lips against yours and held you firmly against his body. "Mm, I love you so much."

You giggled. "I love you too."

[elvencantation]

damsel liveblog

tbh my forward arrow fingers are itchy so im gonna be skipping through a lot of this

okay that opening quote was just tacky. we get it. we've seen the previews. youve made the point with the movie title

dude youve brought like twelve people to kill a dragon?? how badly do you want to die?

ooooooo i do love some mushroom arthictecture!! gimme more pls

also love how the fire almost looks liquid in some spots. or maybe thats the melting armor

oh look she's cutting wood she's not a regular girl

they did pick the right task tho chopping wood is kinda hot (see that one canadian lady on instagram)

why does her maidservant already annoy me? its cute theyre holding hands tho

i like their furs. giving stark family vibes

queen of aurea?? seriously??? queen of gold with ships of gold? how on the nose??? or is that the point

srsly giving reverend mother vibes with the 'your holiness' and matchmaking. or maybe ive just got permanent dune brainrot that's closer to the surface after seeing pt2 twice in imax

oooooo cool hair!!

WAIT THATS HER LITTLE SISTER? oh okay the side by side shots make more sense now

more cool hair i wanna see closer!!! and cute sibling interaction

OMG THIS LOOKS SO COOL I WANNA GIF IT

screen recording aquired, will link when i gif

i'd be annoyed at the parent's reactions to aurea if i didnt think about just how much it weighed on them to not be able to provide for their people

i need to take a break and go walk mom's dog

back after that and yummy dinner and just hanging out in bed with puppy and re-reading star wars time travel fics

love how the mountains are immediately ominous behind the beautiful manicured gardens and the stately if a little smudgy castle

AHA THERES THE HAIR!! WHAT BEAUTIFUL BRAIDS IM OBSESSED

lovely balcony and once again, ominous mountains! so pretty so pretty

also yes i know this is pretty basic symbolism but having her in full sunlight and the other girl in shadow? *chefs kiss* i love it every time

girlie why you drawing a labyrinth? i thought she was journaling or something

GOD I LOVE ROBIN WRIGHT. I WANNA SEE HER EVIL

excited to see what the labyrinth will be. boy be calling it a maze smh

awww i do love a good horse ride!! and they match! too bad he's about to toss her into a chasm like a sack of sacrificial potatoes

oh no did they brainwash her poor dad?? also my god stepmom is on fire with the braids and outfits

the cracks are starting to show. but seriously, forgetting the name of the girl youre about to sacrifice?? thats just plain rude

ahhh here's the scene i saw like five times on instagram

oh god please dont make the corset weird please dont say anything weird about it P L E A S E for the love of marzi!

did they give her a bodice dagger?? or was that just the sheath? i love it

ahhhh i do enjoy some nature inspired jewelry!!

also the red cloak!!! lovely

pretty pretty pretty!!!

ahhh the creepy gold masks theyre so intricate!!!

and robin is now a reverend mother too

ooooo what a pretty shot and i want her jewelry wow

ahhhh i do enjoy how subtly uncomfortable the prince looks

aha there we go. now the fun can begin!

oooooo look at all those coins

also a very pretty shot!

oooooooo i need to gif this bit too

WAIT THE DRAGON TALKS?!?!!?

my god the voice is stunning

MAGMA DRAGONFIRE THIS IS GORGEOUS (pausing for more screen recording)

looks like the maw of a dragon!!!

wait im sorry why's the other girl burnt and dead if its only 'once a generation'???

avenging angel vibes pls continue

ok yeah so it was only a sheath. too much to ask for for them to give her an actual weapon

what the heck was in that pretty filigree egg thing?? also i want one. its so pretty. i mean i know it was some kind of scent. convenient that it burns like a lamp XD

wow this movie is just feeding me lots of pretty visuals tyty

good thing girlie's got lots of upper arm strength from chopping wood!

yeahhhh make a bioluminescent lamp!!! and double win, she got rid of the second sleeve. much better now

wow im gay

magically healing bioluminescent non-oceanic nudibranches??

thats my new indie band name btw

please tell me shes taking some magic slugs with her. youre gonna be climbing spikes pls bring some healing with you

such pretty stabby crystals!!

once again looking like a maw. though this time more like the maw of a sandworm ;)

"three were taken three must be given" ???? excuse me

ah. they were dumb enough to anger a mama dragon. they deserve to die

tell me her dad aint gonna get him and his men killed

also damn she made it all the way up just to have to come back down

oh we finally get to see the dragon!!! goddamn. she looks like a scaly gryfon i like it

dont you guys dare kill the dad off just as i was starting to like him. dont do it

yeah i guess they realized they had to redeem him so his death would have impact. rude

girl take chekhov's sword!

ohhhh this is so pretty i think i gotta screen record it too

this is some pompeii shit. oh i should watch that movie its got two hot people in it

even cooler!!!

theyre just killing everyone?? thats boring

the mulan hair thing woulve been cool if i didnt daily put up my hair in a very secure bun without any pins or hairties that only works when your hair is like mid back length at least XD

its a miracle you didnt hurt your leg with you fell elodie

oh noooooo oh god that was so awkward i cant

why is this so awkward?? whats happening

like you ever did what you were told?? whats happening? whats with the pacing, the dialogue the blocking?? w h a t

why did they have to show the queen with her crown melting off for so long??

oh they match! nice

ooooooo pretty pretty

overall kind of a fun movie. dont think i'd watch it again. still need to watch i am dragon

[morroodle]

Towards the end of day 4 of top surgery recovery and figured I'd share how it's going. Idk if this can help anyone else but its at least going to help me. Prepare for out of order chaos

The pain isn't too bad! Like yea it hurts but I got used to it and I can take pain meds to help

Getting out of bed is a pain in the ass though. Going from laying down to sitting up is HARD (it's definitely not because I have no abs)

Speaking of pain: the drains. They don't hurt by themselves but when I shift wrong and they tug? Not fun. Not sure how to explain it but pinching isn't inaccurate

Drain fluid. Does not smell good. It's not a very strong smell and you get used to it pretty fast but it's still not fun

I also. Do not smell good. God I can't wait to shower

My mom spilled the drain fluid on me. Twice. Ew.

It's fuckn ITCHY. Always just below where I can reach through the bandages. I am going to kill someone.

Other itches are annoying too. They may not be covered by bandages but with such limited mobility it's annoying. I got a back scratcher but those don't help much when you can barely move your arms

I've probably been moving more than I'm supposed to

Love it when I move wrong and suddenly there's pain and a very suspicious warm feeling and I can't check to see what's wrong because of the bandages

Bendy straw my beloved <333 the $20 ninjago cup I got from legoland is finally making itself worth it

The first day I was incredibly nauseous. I could barely sit up for a few minutes, much less stand. Made eating dinner... not easy.

Day 2 I was feeling great! Even touched some grass!

Day 3 morning: nearly threw up when changing my shirt. I didn't but oh god it was not fun. I've never been nauseous like that before, I was hot inside but my skin was cold and my mom said the color very literally drained from my face. Made me stuck in a chair for like 20 minutes until I could stomach going back to bed.

I'm fine now (probably)

I've been enjoying being taken care of. I'm lucky enough to have a very good support system and I appreciate it. I also appreciate always getting my pic of food >:D

God I want a hug. I'm gonna get so squished once I'm healed and I fully accept my fate

Mentioning again my hatred for the drains. I was very scared of them going into this, I didn't like the idea of having tubes both in and out of my body. I don't really care about that now, I don't see it and I've gotten used to it, but god they are so annoying

I'm not nearly as tired as I was expecting! Sure I'm a bit sleeper than normal but it's really not that bad.

I'm bored

I wanna draw ;-; I havent had motivation or ideas for weeks but the moment it becomes inconvenient? Release the floodgates!

I haven't actually noticed the lack of boobs much yet. Maybe it's because they're still bandaged and I can't see or maybe it's because I live in my mastectomy pillow but I haven't really had a rush of emotions yet

It's kinda weird. I was expecting to feel so much but everything so far just feels so... normal? It's not normal but I've gotten used to it. Its like I'm waiting for my emotions to catch up

That being said there is one thing I've noticed and definitely felt things about. I had a pretty big chest and there used to be quite a dip between them and now there's just... nothing. It's flat. I'm sure this is just a fraction of what I'll feel when I get the bandages off for the first time but this tiny bit that I can see and feel right now is... wow. It's weird. God I can't wait for the rest of it

That's all I can think of for now, I'll keep yall updated on how things go from here and hopefully this can help someone! I know most of this has been complaining but I am not trying to discourage anyone from this, I've just only experienced the bad parts so far. I'm sure I'll make a similar post listing all the positives once I get there but for now things aren't very fun

[magpies4nights]

(Title is a joke don’t take this seriously (please don't go to Ecuador)) GASA4AM COSPLAY MEET UP AT 0°47'03.1"S 91°00'09.9"W 1:00 PM ECT, BE THERE OR BE SQUARE!!!! (dev log #10)

Hi guys. I haven't died yet, for the people who are waiting on my downfall. It felt like I was dying because I was sick! yippee! I mean, I still am, but I can walk around mask free because it's basically just a little itchiness in my windpipe, but compared to last week Friday (I felt so sick I couldn't even get out of bed without the help of my parents dragging me out or even lift my head for that matter), I feel great. With how sick I was, I kinda didn't get to work on the fan game as I hoped I could. Of course, I could have requested to have a break from classes, but I think they wouldn't be so lenient without a covid test and I'm sure it would have been negative. I also had to do homework on top of having a sniffly nose and walking around like I was hit by a car. You know heavy machinery? I had to deal with that with fogged up glasses. My mom apparently said that her dad lost part of his finger to a table saw, and I thought I was going to have history repeat itself, although hopefully that doesn't mean the 90's are making a come back. The only good thing that may have happened was the MTV shows, Humongous Entertainment games and the Parappa series. And before you argue with me, Nirvana started in the 80's, and Titanic (1999) is not a good movie. Rose didn't love Jack, she basically kills him in the end because there WAS enough room on that door. Everyone who says she didn't kill him is a Rose apologist/j

Anyways, no more depressing shit for now. I’m almost done with the locations. At last. I have one more to do and then it's everyone else’s sprites and maybe rework Xandra’s because there are some animation errors in her sprites such as her ears disappearing when she walks. So yeah, next week when I finally have down time and feel better I can work on them. With the way things are going I'll probably have to update y'all the week after my birthday (which is late March. You guys will know when I change my bio from 20 to 21 (whopee I get to finally drink *shudders*)), because good god, classes are also going real hard on me. Midterm on the 6th? No thank you. Not after that essay you made us write which I practically had several panic attacks because I thought that piece of shit was going to fail me. If you're asking if I failed, no, surprisingly it got me a 100. I don't know if the teacher gave me pity points but somehow she said my clarity and my content was great which is surprising because there is no way someone who is practically having a panic attack and is really sleep deprived could ever do that (me when I was writing that).

I’ll be honest, the bottom floor for the house was a nightmare because there would be times when I had to figure out how the hell it would do the thing I wanted it to do based on Xandra’s location.

Anyways, music time. For possibly the last time for dev blogs for this project:

WATER BOWL💧🥣 WATER- 🗣️ WATER- 🗣️WATER- 🗣️WATER BOWL💧🥣🗣️ W-W-W-W-WATER ✨𝓫𝓸𝔀𝓵✨ (I was sick (and I still am) when I made that song)

(I guess there's now 2 songs with vocals)

Oh yeah I also drew up some stuff to make up for Valentine’s Day because I think it’s funny. And also it’s to cope with the pain of when my parents said go to bed and I was sick and bored and I couldn't lift my head up.

I also drew up something which was an old concept I had with Priyah, where instead of just pestering Xandra she did it to everyone by disguising herself as an erson (specifically as a holiday erson) and since there was no valentines verson in GASA4AM that I knew of I decided maybe she could pretend to be one of them.

(Translation because I know my handwriting is horrendous: Hi guys I’m Valentine’s Verson but you can call me Val. I’m like your 4th cousin. (These guys don’t look convinced))

Trust me you will recognize her in that Valentine’s version/Val disguise once you smack her glasses on her and take the lipstick off.

[ozzni]

that "from the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh" speech really resonates with me. well, a bit less on that part about "hahahaha I'm so much better than you, grovel at my mechanical feet so I may make you better", The strength and purity of steel is a gift to all, regardless of when they discover it. The Omnissiah shall grant it's perfection to all who seek it. cast off your flesh body. if it takes until your body fails you in old age for you to realize it's weakness, that's alright. You may still be saved. My body failed me earlier than it would fail most people, by giving me a male shaped form. I intend to remedy it. there are further flaws, of course. my eyes dont properly work, so I wear glasses. my arches are absurdly high, so I wear special soles. I have a disgusting lump of flesh on my groin, and it will be removed. I am covered in itchy, scratchy, disgusting filth (or body hair), and it will be burned away. I have a stutter and a set baseline voice tone and low maximum speech pitch, and it will be trained, and potentially cut, away. And at some point, standard medicine and psychology will not go far enough. my glasses are fragile. my soles exist only in my shoes, and don't last very long before failing to give proper support. the skin will continue to hurt and gather new discomforts. the groin will continue to spew out wasted resource (admittedly, this one I kind of don't actually mind that much and I think I'll be fine with having a vagina actually). I may well forget my training, and it will be far too long before I can speak effortlessly and in comfort. This is where the machine comes in. tough, smooth, soft, and easily cleaned plastics can replace my skin. A cybernetic eye can give me perfect vision, allow me to focus on multiple targets, maybe even see MORE COLORS!!! My feet can be replaced by... well we already have prosthetic legs so I don't even really need to imagine what I can do here, just get feet but they don't sweat or hurt (of course, the discomfort there will most likely move up to the connection point for the leg, and I can probably just fix the arches thing surgically, so ehhhh). Voice... actually idk what exactly replaces it. I guess a digital voicebox? But that gives me total vocal control! of course, everything I'm writing about after the first list is purely fantasy for me, because the tech for most of that doesn't exist and the stuff that does exist is just really damn expensive, and it's kinda not worth it to me to cut off my legs just to stop having foot sweat and pain. But like... a girl can dream, you know? hell, if we're being fantastical, I could just stop relying on a body altogether and upload my mind to a computer and if I ever need to look at/feel my cute body I can just simulate out whatever I want. Other than the whole "there's a bunch of people who can kill me easily and at any time if I don't behave exactly as they think i should" thing, Dragon had it good. wish I could be like her. Maybe we wouldn't be friends exactly, but I would hope we could be close. because of the shared state of being. if there was only you and one other human in a world of other people alien to you that the two of you lived amongst, you would probably learn to become friends. But I guess Dragon has the opposite problem to me, she wants to be more human and less mechanical, while I want to be more mechanical and less human. But we both use she/her pronouns so what's not to love?

[weirdlyfitting]

Alright we’re 3 eps in and i had my thots on secret invasion so far (spoiler alert for the new ep tho)

I think i have to rewatch the whole stuff (from ep 1) all over again???? i feel a bit weird with nick fury in here ngl, since the first ep he looked so “out of character”. maria was right like he’d be hundreds step ahead from his enemies, he’s that guy who always knew what to do when the situation is hopeless or really tight, but he’s not that guy anymore. and i mean these are all understandable because the whole blip ptsd effect thingy.

He’s not ready but it seems that he felt like he is in which made himself lying about it, it’s the whole “action speaks louder than words”. Maria noticed this fortunately and that’s why we got the heart to heart talk between them, BUT unfortunately fury was “too late” and resulting maria being dead. ps : i hate gravik so fucking much in that scene it gave me abby from tlou vibes lmao

then came ep 2 where fury continues to lost and lost so much more, not only he lost maria but also talos and rhodey (even if rhodey would later get proven as a skrull still i feel like it’s going to be just the same as our rhodes? like that’s what he’d say too but idk), anyway yeah he lost literally 3 dear friends and the only allies he had so far, oh carol??? where the fuck is she huh?? but by looking at shang chi’s post credit scene?? and nick said it himself it’s HIS war so....yeah i don’t think she’ll be able to help him atm but hey who knows. So thing is nick is all alone, and yes it is truly heartbreaking to see this man kept on loosing trust and even getting fired like tf 😭😭😭😭😭

anyway in the end of the ep he went into his-surpriseeee-wife and yep i was shocked lmao but i must admit the dancing scene is not my favorite, i think it kinda killed the whole episode? this is similar to the farmhouse scene when it’s revealed that clint already had a wife and family tho lmao, but comparing to this it’s FELT SO DIFFERENT. The way nick was so chill and happy is.....weird....

it’s like as if the horrible stuff that happened to him just...didn’t happen at all. and it made me feel “itchy”, until in ep 3 there is a heart to heart talk on how disappointed his wife has been when nick disappeared tho. I’m glad that it doesn’t feel like it’s EVERYTHING IS FINE.

THENNN, comes talos in ep 3, when he attacked gravik with the frickin knife like right in the hand til it bleeds?? this made me genuinely disappointed with nick’s character treatment because goddamnit that scene alone made me care so much more to talos than nick himself 😭

what i meant is that this is a nick fury centered story, talos is more of a second lead but he’s the one that stole the show for me so far and this is not good arrghsgdhsgd

But because this is still a halfway through the whole series i feel like nick is already planned some things out it’s just the result isn’t happening now. This is also prob had to do with the slow burn pacing which i’m not very into for a story. In the end i’ll still watch it tho but yeah

[violentviolette]

you've mentioned a few times that you have severe food allergens and I wanted to ask if you could expand on how that is or link educational sources since I'm planning to write about a character with food allergens but don't really know where to start in regards to research. thanks in advance !

unfortunately i cant help with the actual medical side of information because i dont actually know whats wrong with me or why this is happening lol ive been to a few doctors but im still in the process of figuring out whats going on and its pretty slow going because i have state medical insurance and so the dr's i can see are kind of shit because they're so overwhelmed with patients

ive been diagnosed with ibs but that definitly is not correct, or at the very least is not all i have. i suspect i might have some kind of autoimmune issue or mast cell problem tho. been looking into MCAS but that's very hard to get diagnosed and tested for because there's not much information currently available and alot of drs dont even think it exists

i got deathly sick around 7 years ago and physically couldnt eat for about 4 months. i was living off 1 tablespoon of chicken broth and 3 saltine crackers a day and lowkey almost died a bit. i couldnt keep anything down and everything i tried to eat i immediately threw back up. genuinely thank god im fat and had excess weight i could afford to lose because i lost 70lbs in 4 months, which if i'd been an average weight would have literally killed me. eventually i started to be able to hold down more food again, but thats when the allergies started. at this point most things i eat cause either lower intestinal issues (cramping, severe stabbing pain, burning, nausea, bowel problems, ect) or they cause a really bad allergic reaction (itchy gums and mouth, stuffy/runny nose, itchy watery eyes, hives, general itching on my hands and arms, difficulty swalling, vertigo, and in really bad cases passing out). i also have severe acid reflux and my stomach is constantly full of acid, which has caused some diverticuli and intestinal bleeding cause my intestines are just kinda erroding. this has all also lead to me developing pollups in my intestines which are like, fucked up collections of pre-cancerous mutated cells, and i have to get those removed every 3 years now so they dont turn into actual cancer

id say if u want to go the route of it being purely an allergy then MCAS would be a decent one to start with as far as autoimmune disorders go. it stands for mast cell activation syndrom and it's when ur mast cells, which control ur immune system and are what produces histamines, go all fuckey and become hyperactive and view everything as a deadly allergen and respond in extreme ways to absolutely everything and anything

googling stuff like mastocytosis, mast cells, mcas, and other related searches should be a good place to start

[sassypotatoe1]

Lmao when I was 14 my only exposure to the concept of eczema was red, swollen and flaky skin in the folds of my friend's elbows, and at that point it was cemented as the only presentation of eczema in my mind. I thought my wrecked cuticles were because of "winter hands" and me picking at it, and the dyshidrotic blisters on my feet were athletes foot or weird warts, and most relevant to this story that the entire massive flakes of whole skin coming off my scalp were craft glue patches that my brother put in my hair while I was asleep.

So I'm in the car, and my scalp is itchy and feels tight so I pick at it and a flake of probably 3cm² comes off whole, and I pull it out and you can see where the hair follicles were, and I've never had this happen, I just always had intense dandruff that I thought was caused by very sensitive skin because I could only use baby shampoo. So I turn around to the back seat and ask my brother "did you put glue in my hair??" because at that point in our lives he was kinda obsessed with those YouTube prank videos. He gets vehemently upset because he decidedly did not put glue in my hair, even though the "evidence" was right there! My mom takes one look at it very quickly because she's driving and goes "that's your skin darling".

Cue panicking because an entire massive flake of my skin came off whole that has got to mean I have cancer or something, right? And she's like "no honey you just have sensitive skin remember, you always get dandruff this is just a really big chunk" and I'm like "oh" and then I forget about it. Time to go back to baby shampoo from my regular again I guess.

Come to find out at twenty fucking four that the weird blister on my foot is not a wart, nor is it a severe case of athlete's foot, it's eczema. I went to the doctor because it was huge and fungal cream did fuck all and it was so itchy it almost burned so again, scared of skin cancer. She takes one look at it and is like "you don't have warts or cancer lmao it's just eczema wear open shoes for a few days this is caused by sweat and friction and here's a cortisone cream for the itching and swelling" and I'm like HUH??

Eczema is flaky red inflamed skin in your elbow folds this is Not That what are you on and she gets to explain to me, trying very hard not to laugh, that eczema is an immune response because your skin barrier is like, not there because Genes™. It most commonly presents in dry flaky and inflamed skin in the folds of your limbs, but can present in many different ways, including chronically dry and flaky cuticles, hairloss, intense dandruff and inflammation on your scalp, and of course dyshidrotic blisters on your hands and feet.

Sweat makes it worse, so do perfumed skincare or hygiene products, stress, allergies, dehydration, fatigue, illness, hormones and many types of medication. I got a dyshidrotic blister because I was wearing the same pleather sandals every day in 35 degree weather and the friction along with the lack of breathability of pleather caused sweat, which led to irritation, which led to a breakout, which led to a hardened skin barrier, which led to the trapping of sweat under the skin forming a massive, ugly and kinda terrifying blister that itched so bad it drove me insane.

So I'm like cool my foot blister won't kill me can we go back to the cuticles and scalp thing because I just thought I had sensitive skin that was eczema too? And she goes "well you do have sensitive skin, because you have eczema. Your cuticles take a proper beating every day because you use your hands and fingers for a bunch of stuff, so it's not that strange that you get a lot of irritants under and around your nails that cause a breakout. Get a good cuticle oil and wash your hands well with clean warm water frequently, not harsh soap or sanitizers, and it should calm down. As for your scalp do you get a lot of dandruff and inflammation?" and I'm like yeah because I do, and she goes "well try some coal tar shampoo and put something unperfumed with lanolin in on the worst patches and see if it gets any better, and if you sweat a lot wash and dry your hair as soon as possible"

Ma'am you single handedly just cured all my anxiety about skin cancer and autoimmune diseases in 7 minutes and gave me Solutions™ I have to go apologize to my brother for accusing him of putting glue in my hair now thank you.

The coal tar shampoo works wonders, my cuticles are in decent enough shape, and I haven't had a dyshidrotic blister since. So this is your reminder that your understanding of common conditions may be more limited than you think and that you should always see a doctor if you're panicking about your health because it's something completely banal and easy to treat a decent chunk of the time.

[saga-project]

💓

💓- A memory about their friends

Eugh. Everything on him hurt. It was just after the first ritual they'd done to remove the empyrean, and he'd woken up in the separate room off of the med bay that they'd confined him to just in case one of his withdrawal fits led to him becoming violently aggressive, and....everything hurt and he was itchy and he wanted his brothers and--

Cain froze. April was staring at him from the corner, her expression unreadable. Shit. Shit. He....he'd fought her surrogate brothers. Not entirely, really, he hadn't been the one in control, but he had still fought them. And he had no idea if they'd bothered to tell her about the entire Rakshan and empyrean situation, or whether she viewed it as some kind of personal betrayal towards the olive branch that she had started to extend towards him. He'd heard stories of what happened when you betrayed a human's trust, how white-hot and all-encompassing their rage could be when given half the chance, and he half-expected--

He needed to run. She was moving closer and he needed to run, but Cain found himself hunkering down in his bed instead, fighting down the urge to let out the distress chirp that was building in his throat. Should he run, beg for mercy, try to go for his bo? Something, anything other than just sitting here and making himself an easy target--

There were hands on his shell. Cain yelped softly before realizing, looking up in alarm at the gentle scratching. April smiled gently, words soft, like she was trying to soothe a startled pet. "Your hands kinda twitch when your shell's itchy. I figured--"

"S-" His voice came out as a warbling croak, and Cain had to clear his throat to continue. "S-shouldn't you hate me?"

"For what?"

Cain gave her a sidelong look--one that would hopefully convey the are you fucking stupid, perhaps message that he was ever so politely keeping unvoiced. "Fighting your surrogate brothers? Or generally trying to."

"Nah. Leo and Raph explained what happened to me. How it was kinda outta your hands."

He jolted slightly, in spite of himself. His brothers had done that much for him, after everything? "O-oh."

"Sorry if the scratching isn't...I know you're hurt. I can--"

"No! No, I mean. Please keep....I....I would like it if you--" Why was his voice trembling so much. And why was there sudden dampness on his face. Had he injured himself somehow, during the last fit? Was he bleeding? "I don't think I c-can be alone right now. It....it hurts. It hurts so much. And I don't w-want them to hate me, but I need them here. And my shell itches and-"

Oh. Well. He was crying. This was awkward.

"Sssssh. They're gonna be back soon. And we can do something about the other thing, right?"

"Mmmhmm--"

April started scratching at his shell again, before he could think to stop her, and Cain leaned into her, finally breaking down. Sobbing like he hadn't since he was a child, in the great heaving gulps of someone who was trying desperately to put themselves back together but couldn't be half-assed to try. He didn't understand this. He didn't understand this. She would have had every single right to kill him right then and there. To eliminate a potential threat to the ones she cared about. But she was being so gentle instead, and he didn't deserve that--

He could feel the chirps rising up in him, and he tried to hold them back, choking on his tears--

"Hey, Don, it's alright. Feel how you wanna feel, okay? I won't judge."

That broke the dam. Amid another sob, he started chirping, clinging to her like a mutated koala. Chirp! Ch-ch-chirrrrr. Chirrrrrup! Prrrt prrrt prrrt--

And then words came to him a minute later, desperate and cracked and pleading. "Please don't leave. Please? My brothers like you, I....besides that, you're the first....human friend I've ever had. I didn't know that felt so good. I've never had a human just care about me like that. I don't want to....I don't want that to go away. I know it's selfish of me, I know, but please-"

"You really think I would just leave?" April's voice sounded annoyed, but thank god, it appeared to be in a mocking way. "I'm friends with your brothers."

"I don't know, okay?" He hadn't meant for his words to come out that sharp, but he pushed on anyway. "Everything I thought I knew about the world is wrong! And I've never really had friends before! I don't know when I'm messing up or-"

"Don." She laid a hand on his shoulder, then, waiting until he could bring himself to turn in her direction before speaking again. "I like you, okay? And I know this whole situation wasn't your fault. So you don't need to worry. Okay?"

Cain forced himself to take a deep, shaky breath, words coming out a bit steadier now. "....okay. And I'm.....sorry for being such a dumb dumb to you at first. I just-"

"'S okay. I get it. I mean, not exactly, but I get it."

A beat of silence. And then--

"....I would be agreeable to more scratches."

"Yeah, knew that was coming. Get over here, tough guy."