#black suits fanfiction

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"The Black Suits" Fanfiction-Nato has a sensory overload

Let me just preface that I did the best I could to write this lmao. I literally just listened to the bootleg of it yesterday so sorry if it's ooc 😭😭 But I think it's okay-

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*Beep*

Oh god. That’s annoying.

“Chrissss.” Nato whined. "Smoke alarm” he pointed to the ceiling “You need to change it.”

Chris looked up at the ceiling before going back to setting up the instruments for rehearsal. “Uh, yeah, Nato. I’ll- I’ll get to it. Just one second. I’m kinda in the middle of something.”

*Beep*

“Ugh. Whatever” Nato went back to day-dreaming as he tried to ignore the headache that was brewing from the annoying beep of the smoke alarm. 

“Chrissss.” 

“Yeah, Brandon?” Chris returned without looking up.

“Can I put on some music since we’re still waiting on John?” 

Chris sighed as he checked his watch. 4:15. John was late again. “Yeah, sure, that’s- that’s fine.”

“Awesome.” Brandon turned to Nato. “Nato, any requests?”

Nato thought for a moment. What song did he want? If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want anything on at all. Unless he had his headphones. And he didn’t his have headphones so that sucked. He really needed to look for those later-

“Nato? You in there?” Brandon joked.

Nato refocused. “Hmm?”

“What song should I put on?” 

Nato shrugged. “I don’t know. You choose.”

Brandon shrugged back. “Okay.” 

Seconds later, the speakers filled the garage with 'Back in Black' by AC/DC.

Brandon started jumping around the garage, head banging, and mouthing the words.

He went over to Chris and shook him dramatically by the shoulders as he kept mouthing the lyrics.

Chris smiled and shook his head. He playful swatted Brandon’s arms away and went to adjust the legs of the drum set.  “Stop! I’m in the middle of something!”

“Nerd.” Brandon retorted.

“You’re the nerd.” Chris said, still focused on the drums.

“Am not! Nato, back me up on this.” He turned to Nato who sat on a bean bag with a thousand-yard stare. “Nato?” 

Nato's brain was buzzing from the sounds of AC/DC, Brandon, Chris, and the occasional chirping from the smoke alarm blended together. Brandon was having such a good time right now. He didn’t want to stop him from feeling happy. And he had just told Chris about the alarm so it’d be mean to keep pestering him about, right?

Nato turned to Brandon.

“You good?” Brandon asked, causing Chris to look up from the drums to Nato.

Nato shifted in his seat. “Yeah, just tired.”

“Hey, you sure?” Chris asked. His voice tinged with concern.

Nato gave one quick nod. Brandon and Chris exchanged a quick worried glance with each other but decided to leave it, for now.

“Okay, well, let us know if you need anything.” Brandon said before he sat down on another bean bag and scrolled through his phone as he nodded along to the music. 

Minutes later, John walked in with his backpack on his back and a box of microwave popcorn in his arms. “Hey, guys!”

Brandon looked up from his phone. “John!” 

Chris looked at John with squinted eyes. “You’re late again.”

“Well, I brought food!” He flashed an innocent smile. 

Chris eyes went to the box of popcorn. “That’s not real food.”

John shrugged. “It’s edible. Besides, have you even eaten today?”

Chris thought for a minute. John gave a knowing smirk as Chris looked away.

“…no.”

“Whelp, then you can eat now.”

*Beep*

“And you can fix that smoke alarm while I heat this up.” John dropped his backpack in the garage and went inside the house with the popcorn.

Chris sighed. “ Brandon, can you put the ladder under it for me?”

“Yeah, sure.” Brandon grabbed a ladder in the garage, opened it and propped it under the smoke alarm. 

Nato winced at the awful scraping metal sounds that the ladder made as it opened and got scooted into place. 

Chris rolled open a drawer and grabbed some batteries before going towards the ladder. He hesitated. “Hold it steady, dude. I don’t wanna fall.” 

Brandon got a hold of the ladder.  Chris climbed up. 

*Creek. Creek. Creek*

Nato frowned at the sound.

Chris started unscrewing the alarm but paused and sniffed.

“Do you guys smell that?”

Only seconds later came a sound from inside -

*Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep-*

Along with a muffled “Shit, shit, shit, shit-��

“Shit, John burned the popcorn.” Brandon said as he rushed to open the door and run inside the house. Light smoke poured into the garage. 

The garage smoke alarm started blaring, too. Chris slammed his hands over his ears and stumbled on the ladder. “Ah! Damn it, John!” He climbed down the ladder and ran inside, too; dropping the new batteries and the smoke alarm cap. 

Nato sat alone in the garage. Music blaring, smoke alarm beeping and the smell of burnt popcorn filling his nose. He definitely didn’t want to be alone here so he followed the others inside.  

Brandon was trying to fan the smoke with towels while Chris yelled at John.

Nato’s head pounded even more so he ran upstairs, went to Chris’ bathroom and shut the door, keeping the lights off. He sat down with his knees to his chest and stuck his fingers in his ears.

Downstairs, the boys finally got the beeping to stop. 

John looked around. “Hey, where’s Nato? Is he still in the garage?”

“Is he? It probably stinks in there.” Brandon said.

Chris walked into garage and called out, “Nato?”

He walked back inside. “He’s not in there.” Chris said, his panic growing. 

John put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure he’s fine,dude. How bout’ we check upstairs?”

They all walked upstairs and called around for Nato.

“Maybe he went to the bathroom up here or something?” Brandon suggested.

Chris started picking at his fingers. “The lights are off, though.”

John tried to open the bathroom door. “Guys, it’s locked.” 

They all looked at each other with worry. 

John knocked. “Nato, you in there? It’s John.”

Silence.

Chris eyes watered. “Oh, god. What if he passed out or something-“

Brandon cut in “Hey, let’s not think of the worst, okay? Do you have, like, a key or something that we can use?”

“Yeah, uh…” Chris went into his room and rummaged through his nightstand drawer. He walked back and handed the key to John. 

John took it and unlocked the door before saying, “Nato, we’re coming in.”

The boys came into the dim bathroom and saw Nato curled up in the corner with his fingers in his ears. He looked up at them with glassy eyes. 

“Oh, dude.” John voice got soft. He flipped on the light switch which caused Nato to screw his eyes shut.

“Shit, sorry!” John flipped the light back off. Nato slowly blinked his eyes back open. 

“Can you talk right now?” Brandon added quietly. 

Nato thought for a moment. He could talk. But he’d just end up with a bigger headache. He shook his head no.

“Okay, can you.. type?”

Nato nodded. 

“Okay, here.” Brandon pulled out his phone, opened the notes app and handed it to Nato who very slowly took his fingers out of his ears and took the phone in his hands.

Nato started typing then handed the phone back to Brandon.

They looked at what Nato typed:

Head hurts. Very bad. Dizzy. Need headphones. Don’t have mine.

Chris reached out a hand to Nato, “Okay, why don’t we get you off the floor first?” 

Nato took Chris’ hand and let himself be hoisted up and off the floor.

Chris opened his bedroom door. “Here, you can chill in my room.”

Nato sat on Chris’ bed and toed off his shoes as the boys closed the blinds.

Chris looked to Nato who stared back at him. 

“Here, umm..” Chris scanned his room. He grabbed a pair of headphones and handed them to Nato. “Do you have your phone so you can connect them?”

 Nato nodded. He put on the headphones and went to his phone’s settings to connect the headphones while Chris pulled a weighted blanket out of a basket.

He struggled to hold it up and looked at Nato. 

“Here, lay down”

Nato did and Chris draped the blanket over him. Nato gave Chris a tired smile.

Brandon asked, “Do want us to leave or stay here?” He gestured with his hands while he talked so that Nato could understand him with his headphones on. 

Nato pointed down as if to say “Here.”

So the boys sat on the floor near the bed and just existed with Nato.

Nato finally started to relax and drifted off into a nap.

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Nato blinked his eyes open. Brandon was the first to notice. 

“Oh, look who’s awake.” 

“Hey.” Nato said, his voice raspy from not speaking. His hair was all messed up from sleep.

“You feeling any better?” John said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah. My head still kinda hurts, though.” Nato sat up, grabbed his phone from Chris’ nightstand, and checked the time. It was 6:00.

“Oh my god! I totally burned through our rehearsal time! Chris, I’m so, so, sorry, man. I-“

“Nato!” Chris cut him off. “It’s okay! We’ll have other rehearsals. Besides, you clearly needed the rest. Let me get you some Advil, okay?”

Nato stared at Chris. “…Okay.”

Brandon got up and sat on the end of the bed near John. “Sorry, about earlier, dude. With the music and the smoke and shit. We should’ve noticed you.”

“Yeah, sorry man.” John added.

Nato shrugged. “No, it’s okay. I didn’t say anything. So, it’s not like you knew.”

Chris walked in with one hand holding two Advils and the other holding a glass of water.

He passed the pills and water off to Nato. He gulped down the pills with the water.

“Ugch.” Nato frowned and shivered at the sensation of swallowing the pills. 

“Why don’t you stay over for tonight?” Chris said. “Just so you’re not driving home while you’re all tired or whatever.”

“Uh, sure. Just gotta text my grandma about it. “ Nato paused. “Thanks, by the way.”

Chris shrugged. “No problem.” 

Nato smiled. He looked at his phone, got curious and put on his front camera.

“Oh god, my hair!” 

[ecstarry]

congrats on the followers loveeee!!!

💌 of reg asking effie and monty to marry james?

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Potter,

I write to you with my heart on my sleeve. I have loved James ever since I've know him, and if I'm honest, I believe I have loved him for longer.

As if a part of my heart knew that his love would find me and I needed to save that space for him. I could swear there was piece that had been dormant, patiently awaiting just for James Potter to claim it.

I'm hopeful that you have witnessed just how earnest my love for your son is. That even if words don't always come easy to me, you can testify to the devotion behind my eyes whenever I'm around James.

While I'm no Seer, I'm utterly convinced that I was meant to love your son. In this life and the next one.

I want to marry James.

I want to be a Potter.

I wish to have your blessing. Your word matters grately to me, Sirius and I could not have dreamed of a better place to call our home.

My promise to you is to continue loving James as honestly as I have. I truly don't think I could ever stop doing so.

He holds my heart, tenderly and delicately in his hands, the same hands you have known and cared for all these years and that I wish to continue doing so as long as we keep breathing.

As you finish this letter, and you lift your heads to what is probably the most nervous version of me you've seen, please say I have your blessing.

With all my love,

-R.A.B.

[ultravioletbrit]

“trousers” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 342 words

Regulus has his head resting on James’ chest as James runs his fingers through Regulus’ curls. They’re both blissed out and sated and enjoying the post haze quiet. The peaceful moment is abruptly interrupted when they hear the front door open and close.

“James?” Sirius’ voice calls through the flat. “You home?”

Regulus and James stare at each other for one panicked moment before scrambling out of bed. They frantically search for their clothes and haphazardly throw them on before stumbling out of the bedroom.

They compose themselves as best they can before rounding the corner to find Sirius and Remus at the kitchen counter.

“Hey, James.” Sirius greets then his eyes shift to Regulus. “… and Reggie.”

“Hey.” “Hi.” Regulus and James mumble.

“What were you guys up to?” Remus asks with a smirk.

“Studying.” “Painting.” Regulus and James say at the same time. Regulus turns and gives James a look that clearly says ‘Painting? Really?’

“Painting? Really?” Sirius voices Regulus’ thoughts.

“Yup. Painting.” James tries to maintain his lie and fails miserably.

“Interesting.” Sirius muses and focuses on Regulus with a shit-eating grin. “Reggie, your shirt’s on backwards.” He tells Regulus and his eyes slide over to James and dip down slightly with a very confused look. “And James, your… trousers are on backwards? How does that even happen?”

Regulus can’t help but close his eyes and sigh. Really? I had to fall in love with this idiot? Regulus thinks.

“Really? You fell in love with this idiot?” Okay, Sirius really needs to get out of Regulus’ head.

“You know?” James shouts.

“For quite a while now.” Sirius nods.

“How?” James asks.

“You guys are not subtle at all.” Remus tells them.

“And James is the worst liar I’ve ever met. You should have heard some of his excuses.” Sirius adds with a laugh.

Regulus turns to glare at James who just shrugs slightly with a guilty smile. Regulus rolls his eyes and leans up to kiss him.

“Go fix your damn trousers, idiot.” Regulus tells him fondly and pushes him out of the kitchen.

[hypnodigitalis]

Saw everyone doing their lamb in the PB bunny suit. Of course, I had to hop on with Miralai ;3 Bonus Caxton and Aym reactions

[allllium]

⋮ Matt Murdock / Daredevil ⋮

{ Oneshots }

↳ Pinky Promise ⋮ [Matt tells you he's Daredevil]

↳ Cuddles ⋮ [Tired Matt coming home from patrol]

↳ Cat ⋮ [Reader finds a "cat"]

↳ I Promise I'll Try ⋮ [Reader stays up for Matt]

↳ Peter ⋮ [Matt brings home a kid]

↳ Christmas Eve ⋮ [Matt and Reader celebrate their first Christmas together]

↳ Perfect For Me ⋮ [Matt comforts insecure reader]

↳ Taste Test ⋮ [You don't think Matt's senses are as strong as he says they are]

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[caramelcleopatraa]

First Appointment (Suit & Tie Revised)

Word Count: 1.9k

x: this fic idea won in the polls :) this series was inspired by kayjayxchar on wattpad ( she's A1 ) and then while writing, I decided to make this into sort of a series. no smut in this part ( I know I know, its such a tragedy! ) but don't underestimate what I got in the works :p not proofread... yet

xx: hello :) new caramel typing here. I wanted to revisit this series and fix it up now since I've written more work since I started this. Now enjoy the New and Revised SUIT & TIE <3

Content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, fluff, suggestive themes ( gets a lil steamy ;) ) 18+ Minors Do Not Interact!!

Your fingers type away at your computer, responding to emails from your clients. Your employees are setting up the shop, quickly preparing for another busy day. You were one of the top rated designers in the state of Florida. You’ve been able to travel around the country teaching classes, working your magic for top notch celebrities, and make public appearances. To cut it short, you were living your best life, truly. You got to do what you were passionate about and go against the standard of your families’ traditions and values. And to your surprise, they still supported you. You were proud of yourself that you are successful as you are. There was too much work that you have done to downplay your status, work ethic, and talent.

The chime of your door occupies your attention as a group of people walk in before opening time.

“Wassup biiiiiittch!” One of your closest friends, Trinity, was the first to make herself known. She throws herself on you, and you welcome her sudden embrace. She often visited you at your shop to check on you in her free time, and you always welcomed her company, especially on busy days. Today however, was one of those days where she was coming to you as a client. Because she was your friend and today was one of your busiest days, you told her to come an hour and a half early before you opened. That gave you plenty of time to fit your friends, clean up, and open on time. You scan the group that entered through the door with her. You saw Trinity, her husband Jimmy, his twin Jey and his wife Talia. Your eyes shifted to the larger man that stood behind them, that was accompanied by a shorter, voluptuous woman. It was someone you knew too well. Anyone that lived in Florida had to know his name. Roman Reigns. standing next to him, was what looked like a model. She looked too familiar, and you swore you've seen her somewhere, but you couldn't call it at the moment. The group of six admired your shop, casually walking around and scouting different designs that were displayed on the walls. 

Men’s Side

Women’s Side 

“No matter how many times I come in here, I'm always shocked. Is this new?” Jey says, pointing to the gray suits on your model displays. You knew he would gravitate to those pieces as soon as you came up with the idea a month ago. He always liked black and gray when it came to suits. “Yeah, new in stock. Ya like it?” You sing shakily as Trinity rocked you to death. “Can I take this off ya hands?” “You can after i fit you” You chuckled at his eagerness.

“Anyways..” Talia says, pushing her way through Jimmy and Jey. “This is Roman. I told him that I know a really good designer that can whip up an amazing suit. So he’s here to get fitted as well as the rest of us.” Talia explains to you, looking up in his direction to find him already staring at you. You notice his chocolate brown eyes and brown skin that complimented each other. You try your best to not let that distract you as you reach your hand towards him. You didn’t think he would shake your hand at all. Cold and Dismissive. The two words that would always get thrown around when Roman's name was mentioned.

But he subverted your expectations. You contentedly grinned when his warm hand engulfed yours. “Nice to meet you, beautiful” “Nice to meet you too, handsome.” His voice was smooth and calming. On top of his charming attitude. The perfect voice to coerce someone into doing something illegal. ‘oh my god he’s fine... how am i supposed to stay professional around this man...’

Still, your poker face stayed true as you continued to engage with your client. His partner stayed close to him, latched on at the arm. Almost child like. She pulled on his arm to get his attention, but he simply dismissed her by saying, “Wait over there for me sweets”, and she happily obliged. 

“So how does this whole thing work?” He says, tugging at his black tee. “You’ve never gotten fitted here before and my place runs a little differently than most. We have our scheduled appointments set up so that we can fit our clients, try on potential outfits for you, and send you home with them hours later. There’s a huge inventory that I have attached to this store so as soon as I get done recording your requests, we can get your order started as soon as possible. Any questions?”

Roman smiles smugly and looks at Talia. “She’s good.” Talia retaliates with “I told you so.” You smiled at their comments. To you, it didn’t seem like much. You were simply explaining how your company works so that your client has a basic rundown of how things work. Trinity nudged your shoulder as soon as she noticed your flustered state. You covered your face and did a quick spin, a little habit that formed when you get flustered. The group laughed at your small action. You snapped back into business mode and called your assistant to help you distribute the party of five.

“Aahkilah, can you help me with this party of five?”

 “Coming!” She galloped out to the main area with a work outfit that was damn near cutting dress code, but you didn’t have time to deal with that shit right now. “You can take the couples since they have been fitted before. Be flexible enough to make changes on the spot if our presets don’t fit like they’re supposed to. I’ll take Roman and do the whole process since he’ll be new information in the system.” She was fairly new, and you didn’t trust her just yet with doing an entire fitting appointment on a new client. Plus, you could tell everything that you were saying was going over her head as she basically eye-fucked Roman. Absolutely no work would be done. “But that’s not fairrrruuh! why can’t I take him?” she says, almost mimicking a complaining child. Your eyes close slowly as you sigh and respond, “Because you’re not ready to give a full fitting appointment yet.” 

You wanted to put a nail in this conversation so you could do your job. But, this woman had a damn mission. “You just wanna get him in your private fitting room and fuck him!! You’re not slic-"

“He came here for a fitting! A fitting done by me girl! Please don’t make me have to deal with a child right now.” You were starting to get loud, so you didn’t go back and forth with her like you usually would to whip that bitch into shape. The twins were barely succeeding at hiding their laughter as well as Talia. Roman and Trinity wore smirks on their faces as you reprimanded Aahkilah. She finally buckled down and made sure that the room was ready for the couples. You called in another employee, Gio, to help you with your workload online while you fit your client.

“Oh my god who is that-“ You hit her and stop her sentence and she looks at you like you're crazy. “What!? He’s fine as fuck!” You mentally facepalm as she tries to whisper to you, that ends up more like a whisper scream. “Mhm” You said, as you went behind your desk and pulled up some work for her to do. Sadly, you couldn't stop her when she got to talking. “Oh don’t tell me you don’t think he’s fine! isn’t he right up your alley? Tall? muscular? deep voice? beard? The whole nine?” You took pride in the fact that you took time to know your employees on a personal level and vice versa. You did not think she was going to air out all of the information you told her however. You gave Gio a look that screamed ‘shut the FUCK up’ and she responded to your look by playfully rolling her eyes. You turn the computer towards her. “You’re here to get a bag, not play matchmaker” She groans in response and says “Whatever.” to your dismissive comment. ‘she did not have to embarrass me like that. OMG WHAAT THE FU-‘

“The whole nine huh?” You hear a deep voice mirror your employee’s statement. You turn around to face Roman, the corner of his lips still curled into that mind melting smirk again. He motioned up and down his body, trying to fluster you. And it worked, as your eyes drift over his muscular body. “Little ole me?” ‘LITTLE?’ 

“Little?” Your face contorted into a confused expression, that earns a laugh out of the tall samoan. He starts to walk towards you, decreasing the amount of space between you too. Your momma ain’t raise no bitch so you stood your ground. Well, you tried. You could clearly distinguish the height difference between you and him, and your head raised as your eyes met his. Your hand rested on your hip and your head tilted, slightly sizing him up. “Sir, I will let you know that this is a professional business.” You said, ending off your sentence with an eyebrow raise. Just as you expected, he challenged you back, “Well I'm not invading your personal space, am I?” He said, letting his eyes drift over your body. Anyone in the room would have felt the tension and both of you were desperately waiting on someone to make a move. “Nah, i just don't want a wannabe gangsta playboy fucking up my reputation.” His eyes fluttered closed as he laughed at your statement. You had amused him and peaked his interest. He closed the gap between you two. His breath ghosted over your lips as he said, “So you must know i’m good at fucking something else up, huh?” His eyes glazed over your soft lips, coated with lip gloss. As much as your mind told yourself you had a job to do, his words you had you distracted. It was honestly embarrassing how quick he got you off course. But you wanted to entertain this a little bit. You took a moment to gather yourself before prompting another response. ”Well I wouldn't know cause it’s just rumors.” You shrugged your shoulders looking off to the side. 

“You know how those be.”

“Mhm” He licked his lips. From how close you guys were, you were surprised that his tongue didn't make contact with your bottom lip. “What they been saying about me ma?”

“That apparently you’re good in bed” You raised your pointer and middle fingers bent to imitate quotation marks.

“Mhm, keep going”

“Boy ion know, I really don't be concerned with you.” Your hand returned to your hip. Your attitude started to shine through. 

“Maybe it’s because I haven't taken care of you yet sweetheart” He leans down to whisper the sentence in your ear. You feel his lips lightly touch your ear and your entire body froze. 

You huffed, and said “You say that like you're so sure of yourself.” You challenged his boldness, but nothing could prepare you for what he said to you next.

“Maybe when we hit this fitting room, I can show you how sure I am”

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[murc0ck]

i will always be obsessed with matt murdock in black suit cause the black suit IS SUPREMACY

[kate-the1975]

Here’s a lil look at all the exciting things I have stocked up in the drafts.

Once I actually have a break from work I’ll post them 😭😭

[luciferscowgirl]

“Little Miss Innocent”

A self indulgent one-shot featuring the Cardinal and a first person POV reader.

Sometimes, he gets a little upset with her antics, and surely, he has to do something about it, no?

Cardinal Copia x 1st person POV

AO3 link:

[dayfalwastaken]

Power Testing - Spider-Man fanfic preview.

Mirroring a lightbulb lighting up, he jumped to his feet, his mind racing with a few spots in seconds. The first place he’d thought of was Doc Ock’s underwater base, though that one had been flooded from top to bottom. There was Vulture’s so-called “Nest”, but that… Nope. The Lizard’s hideout in the sewers- a more acceptable alternative if he ignored the smell. Although… Nah, bringing the Symbiote down there would make him eligible to experience the “Lethal Protector Treatment™”, and if that’s what led to Venom he’d have no right to get mad. There were those couple of weapon cashes belonging to Mr. L that he’d busted, but they were too small for what he needed to do. Or…

He finally gave the warehouse a good, long look before letting familiarity take him down the wall and through a broken window. What he saw inside left him with his mouth agape.

Or he could use Mysterio’s old prop house. Peter shook his head. These were too many small miracles one after the other. He knew he shouldn’t jinx it, but something bad was going to happen in return, wasn’t it?

He’d forgotten all about this place after the Police had raided it. The building had been abandoned in every sense of the word so there hadn’t been a reason to keep tabs on it. Every nook and cranny had been inspected, all evidence collected and nothing of interest had been left behind. Even Mysterio had known better than to return here. Before he’d been imprisoned, that was.

“Man, I hope he’s real this time. If it turns out he’s another bot I’m breaking that snow globe of his and leaving him hanging off the Brooklyn Bridge.” He muttered as he dropped to the floor.

The warehouse was huge and filled to the brim with dilapidated movie sets and harmless props, the only things not to be stripped clean by the Police. In front of him was a large theater stage, complete with red curtains with golden accents and spotlights to shine on the would-be actors below. Surrounding it were the sets, which came in all shapes and sizes. One was an old town that looked like it had been ripped straight out of a western, another was a miniaturized castle that belonged in a Disney film. A mockup tropical island was stationed to the far left, featuring fake vegetation, palm trees and a greenscreen where the sea should’ve been.

Near the stage, to its left was a full-sized T-Rex animatronic, sitting behind a row of costumes ranging from astronauts to horror movie monsters and caped crusaders. Other such props were littered about, many in open wooden boxes and on… barrels of all thing. Dust had gathered in absurd quantities on everything, all surfaces having a hazy layer of grey to them. Not even the air had escaped, the roof’s skylight allowing the moon to shine through right in the middle of the warehouse, illuminating the particles throughout. Oh, and there were more cobwebs than he could count.

“Makes you think why a guy with so much money would put on a suit and start robbing banks.” He spoke out loud. He couldn’t say he related to those that chose a life of crime when they already had all they could’ve asked for. Were those types of criminals looking for fulfilment? Something to entertain them and stave off their boredom? Peter would never know.

Hideouts such as these fit the guy’s style more than Peter would’ve considered. Hidden in plain sight, being almost too obvious of a base for people to think they’d actually be used. The bad guys weren’t that dumb, right? Except that kind of reverse psychology was exactly what Mysterio specialized in. It explained why it had taken so long for him to be found out.

Peter walked to one of the barrels and picked it up, checking around to make sure he was alone. He wasn’t sensing… Was that breathing he heard? Or… No, that was literally the wind. A current must’ve formed from all the open windows, which- yep, if he zeroed in on them he could pick up the wind flowing in.

Neat. Couldn’t do that before.

The Symbiote sent something then. It was like a ping, a short vibration at the base of his skull, what his Spider-Sense could have sounded like in another life, to notify him of… He couldn’t tell. Like the tingles, he was given a vague sense of direction, pointing towards the stage, but it was too widespread to say if it was the stage or just in front of him in general. Even more like said power, a feeling of alertness flew through his being, making his hair stand on edge.

Peter took a stance and waited, expecting to be taken by surprise, but nothing happened. The Spidey-Sense itself didn’t trigger, which made him raise a brow. He knew how reliable it was. Unless he was too distracted to listen to it, the early warning system couldn’t fail him no matter what, so… if it didn’t ring then there was no threat in his proximity…

…Was Symby attempting to communicate or was it playing around with his powers, mimicking them for testing purposes? If so, had it gotten the idea from him? He thought the question again, more clearly this time, hoping for an answer only to be met with the usual silence. It was plausible this had been just a test- the Klyntar adapting to his body like he was to its and trying things out. But then… Peter was the host. He was the one who had to accept the foreign being, not the other way around…

And as he pondered that, the lack of ringing in his head kept on confirming he was under no danger. Not being spied upon or anything of the sort.

So… just a fluke? No bug squashing involved at this time?

No response.

Good talk. Well, I hope it was nothing. Because if it was then shouldn’t the faux sense have remained active to keep warning him? Instead, it’d been as brief as it could have, and Peter was fairly convinced it was in both his and the Symbiote’s best interests for enemies to be scoped out if they were hiding somewhere close. Whoever those enemies may’ve been, if they even were that. Keeping information about their surroundings hidden was detrimental to the both of them. A Symbiote, a being whose whole deal about bonding revolved around the “we” aspect would know better than to keep close threats hidden from its host.

So, it must’ve been a fluke. Or a test or whatever it was Symby was doing other than actually warning Peter, since keeping him in the dark about this was a dumb move…

You know, I mean, no rush- I know this is new for you too, but I hope the cold shoulder won’t last long. I’d really appreciate a second opinion in, well, everything really, `cause… if I’m being honest… Most of the time I’m just winging it… That, uh, haha, rolling with the punches- that’s kinda what I do. Even if I shouldn’t when I have all these memories to tell me what I can do better. I haven’t outgrown that yet… Ah, sorry for being impatient- I’d just love it if we could talk, you know?... Probably not. I dunno, sorry. Take your time, buddy. He tried to offer it feelings of encouragement, which he didn’t actually know how to do, but it was the thought that counted, no? Peter hoped so anyway.

A curt blink of acknowledgment was radiated back along with something akin to a metaphorical pat on the head, telling him his concerns were understood and would be addressed, before Symby severed the connection. He smiled slightly.

Heh, coming from the immortal alien goo that’s pretty comforting.

…Symbiotes were so above his paygrade, he couldn’t help but feel a little small when compared to the alien that hailed from the stars. Alien that had been alive for literal eons. The… expectations or standards a being like it must’ve had when it came to-

No, bad Spidey! Don’t thread that way if you don’t want to go into some dark places. Focus on the present.

Just the act of thinking… It was like working to defuse a bomb- trying not to mess things up permanently and second guessing himself at every turn, but then… What else was knew? Typical Parker luck. What was a new weight added to the balancing act, some more confusion to navigate through? He shrugged to relieve the distress.

Redirecting his attention to the barrel at hand, he clasped it with both hands and pressed them closer, caving the metal with a sickening whine. He froze when he realized that may’ve hurt the Other, but when his suit failed to produce a reaction he took it as a sign that he hadn’t accidentally harmed it. Must not have been loud enough, then. Continuing, he was left dissatisfied with the bent plate in his hands. Simply flattening it wasn’t what he wanted, so he crumpled the remains further into a ball the size of his fist. He repeated the process five more times before webbing the spheres together.

Nodding to himself, Peter began crushing it all at once- every one of those one hundred and eighty pounds of steel drums. He actually had to struggle the more pressure he applied, but it didn’t take long for those one eighty pounds to be compressed into something that could fit in his palm. That was over twenty thousand grams per cubic centimeter…

He closed his mouth as soon as it had started hanging open and dropped the metal pebble, staring at his hands. Whether in awe or terror, he wasn’t certain. He was leaning more towards terror.

This was how the Thing felt, wasn’t it? Always having to be mindful of the world around him since he could break it with a mere touch. Like it was made out of tissue paper. That must’ve scared him a little. Peter shared the feeling to a degree, superstrength did that to people, but this… was excessive to say the least. He’d had an understanding of it, but he hadn’t fully grasped just how strong the Symbiote had made him, and… He’d hate to have to use this much power against another human being, or any being for that matter. Ever.

Look on the bright side. Now you can give the world’s best bear hugs.

[avida-heidia-5]

It’s been a while since I’ve drawn anything as I was too focused on writing my fanfics, but I randomly had this sudden urge to start drawing again today. So yay! 🎉😊

The following sketches are all from Chapter 10 of There Is Thunder In Our Hearts, Baby by @kaossbells!!! Yes, I’m back at it again and I will never shut up about it! It’s just, it’s so goooood!!!! 😍😍😍

✂️ New Look:

🥕 An Interesting Shape:

💤 Is This A Bad Time?:

Chapter 11 is already on the way, so keep an eye out for that sometime this week! 🤩😍🥰

For new followers on here, feel free to look for the tag #TITIOHB fanart for more art I’ve created for this wonderful little fanfic. If you want to see my art in general, go to #My art gallery.

[theflatpancakes]

i freaking loved your bmc and TBS crossover fic

AHH TYYY SORRY I DIDNT GET TO THIS SOONER I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT IT 😭😭🙏

I'LL TRY TO CONTINUE IT SOON BUT IDK IF I WILL SO SORRY IF I DONT BUT YIPPEE IF I DO???

[ron456]

Fun thing I learned today!

Hyperventilation can cause a runny nose!

I learned this because I had a anxiety attack earlier today and now my nose is all red and I can only breathe through my mouth

fun times

[irlkisukeurahara]

PULT Character Lineups 1-3

Most of the planned protagonists as of now:

Astrid Grey, 10

Skylar Valks, 17

Kazarah Valks, 47

Professor Hop Walten, 17

Leon Callaghan, 23

Violet Spark, 18

"Dark", 13

Raihan Gharagozlou, 24

Bede Attebury, 18

Miles Flynn, 19

Levy Loranto, 18

Damien Walten, 21

Marion Azul Amor, 18

Drayton Ryuuzaki, 15 (played by @peachyymomo )

Dahlia Patel, 18 (OC by @peachyymomo)

River Iceblade, 18

Jamie Callaghan, 18

[timelord2024]

I had a random thought (that may or may not come true) of what if Heroverse Spider-Man (SMHA) wore the symbiote again, what would he look like?

I’m partial to the first one. I like the gradience, like the red and blue lighting on the classic black suit in the comics.

I don’t know what context he would where the suit again or how it would affect him, but I’d love to somehow explore it if I can!

@alexdrawsagain if your Peter wore the symbiote suit, how would it look? Just classic look, or something else?

[beastsovrevelation]

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