#but she hates the idea of a spider somewhere she can’t see it bc then it’ll pop out. i guess

[c0rpseductor]

my mom asked me to Get a spider and when i went to try to scoop it into a plastic container to take it outsidesies there was no spider in the location she specified. so I told her before she drove off to work that she might’ve imagined the spider or mistaken something else for the spider and she was like “Oh no. There was DEFINITELY a spider.” so now when she gets home from work she wants to use the front door and then do like a spot check of the area. for the spider. i fully understand she’s arachnophobic and can’t help it and i try not to be a jerk but man i don’t like spider hunt

[silkscream]

Not original request.... I know but I've been thinking about this scenario for a looong while. Let's say reader dislikes Spiderman for sooome reason? Ummm and reader is besties buddies chums pals with Peter and she expresses her dislikes all the time, like he's a poser, he's not a real hero blah blah blah. (bc of this peter doesn't want reader to find out his real identity!) One day somehow somewhere reader finds out our dear Peter is spidey. Reader is kinda upset bro,,, hmmm why tho? Let's see why, flashback! An accident, spiderman was there, reader was there, reader was injured badly but survived, all without spideys help. Is this too much? U can ignore or change it i dont mind, i just wanted to tell this idea to someone since i cannot write 🐸thank u

ty for your idea!!! here it is for u bb

Speaking Terms

pairing: peter parker x reader

genres: (one-sided) enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, angst and fluff

warnings: language, vomiting, alcohol use, making out, unedited

summary: you hate spider-man but you love peter parker. what happens when your worlds collide?

wc: 6k (this was going to be short but alas...)

Peter’s swinging through the city, as a Spiderman does, except it’s rush hour during Tuesday and he promised Aunt May that he’d pick up a few things from the grocery store. Happy was coming over for dinner and although Aunt May was notorious for some subpar cooking, the woman knew how to make a mean spaghetti dish, at least. This is why, at the moment, Peter was swinging through the city with a baguette in one hand, flying through florist kiosks and on the tops of halal carts.

You roll your eyes at the sight of him. Having Spiderman as New York City’s mascot wasn’t as fun as you’d think… at least in your opinion. You considered the hero pompous and obnoxious, annoyed by his popularity like the way you would feel about an earnest football quarterback or valedictorian.

The red-suited spider-human nearly hits you on his way. You flinch, causing one of your earbuds to pop out of your ear. Great, I can’t have one walk home without Spiderman interrupting my SZA session.

“Sorry! ‘Scuse me! My bad! Oh hey, cool shirt, I love Star Wars... OOF—“

You try not to laugh but it’s irresistible. Peter plops right into a pole, sliding down with cartoon-esque gravity.

“Try not to get squashed, Web-head!” you call after him.

Peter shakes his head like an etch-a-sketch and turns to you, waving sheepishly with the baguette.

“Thanks,” he mumbles.

___

“Peter, how are you a fucking Avenger, and yet there are so many Tiktoks of you like this?”

The boy turns towards MJ and peers at her phone screen. He groans at the sight of it and wipes his face with his hand. That god-awful Tiktok song with its high-pitched “oh no!” loops over footage of Spiderman swinging right into a pole. Peter softens slightly when he notices your figure in the video.

“Oh, shit, that’s Y/N!” MJ points. Ned gestures for the phone and examines.

“Dude, when are you gonna tell her?” Ned urges Peter. Peter sighs, knowing full well that his friendship with you would be a whole lot easier if you knew about his secret identity, especially considering how close you were getting. Not to mention you were the only one in the group who didn’t know.

“Tell who what? Is it me? Is someone waiting to confess their undying love for me?”

Peter’s head whips around and meets you with a crinkly-eyed smile. You reciprocate it and set your lunch tray across from his.

“Yeah, that and somethin’ else too,” MJ mumbles to herself. She glares at Peter when she feels his black Van sneaker kick her in the shin. In response, she returns the kick, but three times harder, making Peter verbally yelp in his seat.

“Are you guys good?” you frown, raising an eyebrow.

“Peter’s being shy today! You know how he is,” Ned teases. He pokes Peter in the ribs much to his dismay.

“No, everyone at this lunch table has decided to have it out for me, apparently,” mumbles Peter. “Y/N is the only one here who’s actually nice to me.”

You snort. You wouldn’t admit to anyone else (except maybe Michelle, who knows everyone’s business before they can find out, just by observation), but Peter is probably your favorite person at Midtown High. Your small crush on him since last year only grew exponentially over time and would fluctuate drastically once you started hanging out with him, Ned, and MJ.

Ned laughs at his phone and you glance over his shoulder. A red and blue blur flies through the air between the skyscrapers.

“Oh, hey, I was there when he ran into that pole. Idiot,” you muse. “God, it was hilarious.”

“Yeah, shit’s been trending all over TikTok,” MJ quips.

“I seriously don’t get everyone’s obsession with him.”

“Well… he is a superhero,” Peter tries, shrugging. He feels as though his attempts at being casual are futile. He tries not to make it seem like Spiderman is an awkward subject for him, but you notice he always shifts in his seat when you rant about the masked vigilante.

“Yeah? One out of a dozen. And all they do is fuck up the city as if we aren’t already suffering from horrible infrastructure.”

“Well, Mr. Stark is actually really philanthropic—“ You cut Peter off.

“He’s the worst of them! His whole company is weird and capitalistic and the fact that everyone is so obsessed with him and Spiderman just proves that no one gives a fuck about how the Avengers are essentially no better than our own military. Our country is the one breeding terrorists and now we have some dudes parading in leotards helping the government make nuclear weapons.”

The table goes silent. You sigh heavily, hating to be the outlier because you know your friends are rather fond of Spiderman. You know that Peter interns for Tony Stark, but your dislike for superheroes in general manifests itself in an ugly way sometimes.

“Jeez, I thought I was the buzzkill,” MJ attempts, trying to clear the air with her sarcastic humor. You roll your eyes.

“Sorry for talking shit about your boss.” You flash Peter a small, apologetic smile. He returns it, tight-lipped with pinkish cheeks. He shrugs.

“Nah, everything you said was pretty valid. I just don’t get what the problem with Spiderman specifically is, though.”

“Yeah! He’s just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman! Just some guy,” Ned chimes in.

“Yes, just some guy. Nothing special,” you retort. You lock eyes with Peter and swear you see a glint of melancholy in his brown eyes.

__

You and Peter Parker are friends. This is a mantra you have to tell yourself repeatedly. Especially now at this moment, considering you’re at a party watching Liz Allan kiss him square on the lips. You’ve decided now that your little crush is over and was never sustainable in the first place. Instead, you blame your drunken state for your bad mood. Not them. Everything was perfectly fine in your world. At least until you’re able to stuff your tears into your pillow when you get home.

When Peter pulls away from Liz, his eyes flash at you. You can’t fathom the look on his face, wondering if what he feels is pity or guilt. You smile at him, glassy-eyed and grim, before turning your heels to find MJ and another red solo cup to fill at the keg. You sigh a breath of relief once you find her on the patio outside.

“You okay? You look like you just saw a ghost,” MJ says, twirling the straw in her cup.

“Nope, just Liz making out with Parker.”

“No fucking way! Did he cream his pants?” MJ asks with her mouth agape. You shrug nonchalantly and mumble something incoherent. Her eyes soften at you. “You don’t still have a crush on him, do you?”

“No,” you scoff. She looks at you knowingly. You’ve always been a bad liar — it was Michelle who found out about your feelings anyway just by guessing. You weren’t intending to fall asleep with Peter in his hotel bed on the Washington D.C. trip, but you did. And it didn’t help that that had happened another time at Peter’s after a movie marathon. No, it was fine. Liz Allan wasn’t the most popular girl in school for no reason.

“How much did you have to drink?” Michelle cocked an eyebrow.

“Enough. I think I’m gonna head home,” you murmur, downing the rest of your cup.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, no! I need to walk alone. I’ve been feeling weird all night.” Your voice is small and you’re not exactly lying, so MJ simply nods and gives you a soft smile back.

__

You’re only a couple blocks away from your apartment before you hear whistles from around the alley. Inside your denim jacket, you grip the Swiss army knife that your dad had gifted you last Christmas.

“Look at those legs, mama!”

Your hands are digging into your pockets as you walk faster, not bothering to look behind you.

“Hey, baby, where ya goin’?” Two men block your path. They’re probably twenty years your senior, one sporting a goatee and the other with a five o’clock shadow. Their devilish Cheshire-grins make you shiver, or maybe it’s the wind.

“Fuck off,” you mutter. There’s nowhere to go with them blocking the sidewalk, and for once in all of history, the street you’re on is completely empty. Of fucking course.

“You look lonely, babes, wanna hang out with us?” one of them sneers at you. You shake your head and try to keep your face stoic and hard.

“Don’t tease her, Kenny, she doesn’t seem like much of a talker!” roars one of the men. He looks like an older, uglier version of Robert Pattinson in Good Time. You scan him up and down. You’re supposed to remember as many details as you can about your kidnapper, right? You try to memorize his blue eyes and red Carhartt beanie before his buddy speaks up.

“I know something that’ll loosen her up.”

You’re about to sprint when “Kenny” grabs you by the wrist, snaking you towards his body and holding you by the waist. Your heart beats like a bass drum and your senses are overflowing with anger mixed with adrenaline mixed with sheer, unadulterated anxiety. Suddenly, all those self-defense tactics you taught yourself aren’t anywhere in your brain, mind going blank. Your knee-jerk reaction comes eventually within seconds as your canines bite as hard as they can into the man’s flesh, to which he screams and loosens his grip. Red Beanie subdues you immediately, taking over your smaller size and wrapping his arms around your waist.

Right as you twist around and kick him in the groin, a web rapidly hits him hard enough to propel him into a nearby car. You’re distracted for a second. Somehow seeing the red and blue suit perched on the street lamp above you makes you feel angrier despite the relief he was probably giving you.

“I don’t think so, sir!” Spiderman effectively kicks Kenny to the pavement before he’s able to move. The hero’s foot steps harder on the man’s face as blood permeates the asphalt along with one or two teeth. “That’s not how you try to win over a lady’s attention.”

Releasing him, Kenny attempts to throw a punch at Peter but the boy easily escapes with cat-like (spider-like?) reflexes. He subdues the man and webs him to the alley-wall, to which Kenny reacts with a string of expletives and a whole lot of spitting.

“Guess you guys never learned your manners, huh?”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, shivering.

“You okay, miss?” Peter asks you, Spider-eyes wide. He doesn’t understand the scowl on your face — shouldn’t you be relieved that he’d just saved you from attempted assault?

“I’m fine, thanks for asking,” you grumble. “I could’ve handled that myself but thanks for the free entertainment. Have you considered changing your script? It’s a bit corny.”

“What, you don’t like my lines?” Peter jokes. You stare at him blankly. Under his mask, he frowns. It didn’t occur to him how much you actually dislike Spiderman until now.

“Have a good night, Spidey,” you grimace, saluting him and going on your way. Peter clearly can’t take the hint, even though your demeanor is like a light-up sign.

“W-wait! Can I walk you home?”

You scoff, laughing darkly. “If that’s what’s gonna help you sleep tonight.”

“I… don’t understand. Are you mad that I just rescued you?”

“You didn’t rescue me. I’ve lived in New York City all my life, of course, I’ve been mugged once or twice,” you snap.

“Listen, you don’t know what could’ve happened to you if I wasn’t there.”

“Are you demanding a thank you? Because I already said thanks. I’m okay. I’m alive.”

“Sorry,” Peter mumbles, still following you to your home. He scratches his head awkwardly. “Are you really okay, though?”

You sigh. First, your ego gets killed by the sight of your crush with someone else. Second, you nearly become an unsolved true crime case for the NYPD. Now, you were walking home with someone you’d rather not encounter at this close of a proximity ever. You bite your tongue. You’ve been rude enough to the hero — commenting on his Spandex-covered appearance wasn’t going to add anything to your already seething rage.

“No. I’ve had a shit night. This really topped it all off, though.”

“At least you’re safe,” Peter tries. He doesn’t know what to say to you. Even at school and during your hangouts, he’s always been a bit shyer around you, especially because you were the newest to the group and not yet a FOS. If anything, you were a HOS (Hater of Spiderman).

“Uh-huh,” you mumble solemnly.

“Um, I like your outfit. Went to a party or something?”

“Uh-huh,” you reply with the same monotony. You don’t know what time it is but you’re absolutely exhausted. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a teenager probably a few years younger than you on a bicycle. His jaw is wide open and you glare back. Your features soften when you remember your unlikely companion beside you. Spiderman waves at the kid and you hear a whispered “holy shit.” It’s the first time you laugh that whole night.

“Does all this popularity ever get to your head?” you cock your head at your companion.

“Nah. Not everyone likes me. You’re an example.”

You take a breath and look at the masked boy apologetically. You may be a bit drunk, but you get it, kind of. Spiderman’s charm. You liked the sound of his voice, you realize, because it feels like something warm and familiar. You realize he’s probably around your age or only a little bit older. It makes you pity him a bit.

Peter notices how slow you’re walking and offers to swing you to your apartment. Fuck it. You agree.

__

Swinging under Spiderman’s grip was probably the worst idea of the night, because your system is full of mixed liquors, and now New York’s favorite superhero is holding your hair back in your own bathroom while you puke your brains out. You decide your life is a comedy. A black comedy.

Despite your protests, Peter carries you bridal-style to your bed, plopping your body down as he helps you take off your jacket. You’re still in a mildly drunken state so you don’t think about how this stranger is in your room, watching you take off your dress. Peter’s eyes widen and he awkwardly turns around for your own privacy. You chuckle at his shyness.

“What, you never seen a girl naked before?” you tease.

“Not really, no,” Peter mumbles.

“For real? You’re a fucking superhero and you’re telling me you get no hoes.”

Peter shrugs. “Too busy saving people and keeping the streets clean, I guess.”

You roll your eyes, remembering your dislike for Spiderman. Although, maybe it isn’t exactly the person in front of you that you dislike, but rather the association you have with Avengers and cops. You absolutely hated systems of authority and considered Spiderman a pawn for the NYPD. You wouldn’t admit this to him now, though, because, for one, you’re too tired, and secondly, you find yourself entranced by the broadness of the hero’s shoulders and thick thighs. You wonder briefly how he looks underneath his suit.

You’re left in your underwear and an oversized t-shirt, so you tell Spiderman he can turn around again.

“Woooow, I see how it is,” he says, and you cackle. “You did that on purpose!”

He sits on your bed and lightly tugs the hem of your t-shirt sporting Captain America’s logo. For the next three hours, the two of you make interesting conversation (save for your interjections at Spiderman’s… craft). The two of you have more in common than you would’ve guessed, and now you’re cursing yourself slightly for how much you want to kiss the masked stranger in front of you. You’re sitting on your bed together, thighs touching.

Mindlessly, you take his hand, examining the thin material of his red suit.

“Sorry for being so mean, earlier,” you mumble. “Guess it’s just ironic how you actually saved me considering the last time.”

“What do you mean, last time?” Peter asks. A beat passes. Your swallow a lump in your throat.

“You don’t remember, do you?” Peter shakes his head. Has he met you before as Spiderman?

“A year ago, I was walking around 8th and there was this huge explosion. The car bomb, remember? And you were there obviously getting the bad guys and shit but right when it happened, you… you saved my friend instead of me. Like, she was completely unscathed meanwhile I got hit by so much fucking shrapnel and then kept getting nightmares about it for months after.”

You purse your lips.

Peter’s eyes widen when he remembers the incident. Before he saved Liz Allan from falling down the suspending elevator at the Washington monument, he saved her a first time in Manhattan. His senses were loud enough to save her before the bomb had gone off. It was a small explosion, but an explosion nonetheless, big enough to fuck up the pizzeria near Port Authority. He suddenly remembered that Liz was hanging out with you.

Peter didn’t remember the exact moment, but you did. The two of you had locked eyes when you had gotten injured despite all the debris, clouding everyone’s vision, and before he could even think about making his way to you, Liz had hugged him as tightly as she could. Seconds later, he was distracted by the culprit of the crime and swung away after Liz’s affections. You were on the ground, slightly bloodied with a bruised rib that took a few weeks to heal. You didn’t want to feel ill will towards Liz, but the incident stuck in your brain. It felt rude and intentional that Spiderman didn’t bother with even trying to save you, but in reality, Peter was just too scatterbrained to pay attention.

How did he not recognize you? He had noticed you had taken a week off at school, but he wasn’t very close to you. All you knew was that you were close friends with MJ and Liz and you shared a few classes.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry, Y/N”, he whispers, taking his gloved hand to cradle your jaw to look up at him. Your eyes narrow.

“Wait, how do you know my name?”

The boy panics, but luckily his eyes fall onto the birthday card taped to your wall behind you. It was from your 16th from MJ, who had drawn a cartoon version of you and her with your name in bubble letters. He nods to it.

“Oh, right.”

“I’m really sorry, I swear. I… I wish I could go back in time. I’m so sorry.”

You turn your face away from him. You feel embarrassed about your dislike for him. Were you just… jealous of Liz? Maybe. But now your body felt hot from shame because of how sweet you learned Spiderman to be. You also feel nervous about how intimate the current moment feels.

“I always beat myself up about that kind of stuff. Not being able to save everyone. I want you to know that everything that happened that day was… was fucked up, but I didn’t turn away from you on purpose,” Peter breathes.

“I don’t need your pity, Spidey. It may have been traumatizing but you made me realize that I can take care of myself just fine on my own. Without anyone’s help.”

“You didn’t deserve what happened to you.”

For some reason, you decide to touch where his neck meets his collarbone, and you lift his mask the slightest bit. Peter feels like he might choke.

“What are you doing?”

You lift higher but not enough to even see Peter’s nose. You see his pale skin and the sharpness of his jaw and you smooth a thumb over it.

“Just remembering that you’re human,” you muse quietly. “I’m sorry, I’m overstepping, aren’t I?”

“You’re fine.” Peter’s head is reeling. He quite literally forgets how to breathe. When did the two of you get so close to each other?

“I forgive you. Sorry for being a cunt.”

“You aren’t… that.” You chuckle in response.

“What are you thinking about?”

Peter swallows before he answers. He feels like he’s teetering on something where he has a higher chance of falling. There’s a pit in his stomach with your name on it.

“How I wanna kiss you,” he replies, his voice just above a whisper.

“Go ahead, Spidey.”

He puts a hand over your eyes, the other on his face to lift up his mask a little more. Slowly, he puts his lips on yours. Peter knows you can’t see his face, but he feels naked all the same. He’s nearly convinced you can hear how loud his heart is beating. Blood rushes to your cheeks as you sigh into his mouth. His thin lips are softer than you’d expected.

Your hand is clenching his thigh and you do everything in your power to not just climb into his lap. You’re on your knees in your bed lifting your head up to meet Peter’s lips, and he removes his hand from your eyes to cradle your cheeks. As if he’s read your mind, he pulls you towards him so that you’re on his lap straddling him.

A groan tickles its way out of Peter’s throat and it sounds like heaven to your ears. You open your eyes as he pulls away slowly and notices the tiniest cut on the corner of his mouth. You close your eyes again and kiss him there, then his jaw, then down his neck until the fabric of his suit prevents you from going lower. You’re reveling at the fact that you’re making Spiderman moan. How are you going to break this news to Michelle?

“Fuck,” Peter murmurs, eyes fluttering at the feeling of your soft lips on his skin. He tilts your chin up so he can kiss you breathless. Your hands are pawing at him now —you’re desperate to feel skin. Before you nearly get on top of him, Peter pulls away, making you whine.

“We can’t get carried away, baby,” he whispers.

“Why not?”

“It’s… it’s not safe for you.”

“I have condoms,” you grin. He laughs at your statement. It’s a high-pitched, boyish laugh. Where have you heard that before?

“You know what I mean.”

He runs his long fingers through your hair and you purr like a kitten. The fabric of his gloved hands makes it so your hair frizzes a bit, which makes Peter chuckle. You look adorable just like this, under your string lights in just a t-shirt with your hair wild.

It makes his heart ache once he realizes what he’s done. He doesn’t know how he’ll react to seeing you in school, in a setting under awful fluorescent lights, and in a group where you’re known as just his friend.

He’s also guilty because Liz kissed him at the party and he has no idea where that’s going, either. It’s not like he can date Liz and have Spiderman date you. Did he want to date Liz? Did he want to date you? He doesn’t know the answer to either of these questions, but at the moment, he’s absolutely smitten with you, and he realizes that he’s fucked either way.

“I think I should go,” the hero gulps.

“Can you at least stay with me until I fall asleep? Please?” you urge.

He sighs and nods. He might as well enjoy his moments with you, your head curled into his chest with his arms around you. He feels silly that he’s in a girl’s bed wearing his suit. It feels like a cheap costume to him right now. He feels like a fraud.

___

It’s three in the morning when you wake up. You don’t know what wakes you up. You were just having a lovely dream about being on a date with Spiderman, which ended right as you were about to lift his mask. Turning to your side, you see that Spiderman is still in your bed, fast asleep as you just were. The sight makes your heart beat faster.

How strange it was, to have a new crush on someone you disliked. On someone whose identity you didn’t even know, though, after the entire night, you feel like you had grown up with the boy next to you. It takes everything in you to not pry off his mask while he sleeps. You know he’d probably hate you for it and you’d never see him again.

Half an hour passes. Or is it an hour? Either way, you can’t get back to sleep, so naturally, you look at your Twitter feed and check your email and other mundane things on your phone. You finally check your texts, something you’re usually awful at, and chuckle at the texts from your group chat. Peter and Ned were gushing about something related to Dune, which you didn’t care about considering you weren’t a science fiction nerd like them. You hold down on MJ’s text mocking them to give it a heart.

Something vibrates. Your eyebrows furrow, looking for the source of it until your eyes settle on a black backpack near your window. You remembered being curious about the backpack when Spiderman was walking you home, but after swinging with him, your brain was a blur by the time you were vomiting. Carefully, you get out of bed and crawl on your carpeted floor so you don’t disturb Spiderman’s slumber. The front pocket is zipped open slightly, and an iPhone is illuminated. You take it out of its pocket and your eyes widen at what you see.

(Y/N) loved a message

Your mouth gapes open. You see your name on the screen, as well as about four texts from Aunt May. It hits you like a train.

Peter is Spiderman. Spiderman is Peter.

You turn around and look back at the masked vigilante. Peter Parker is asleep in my bed right now.

If you weren't wrecked with tiredness, maybe you’d freak out. Well, you are freaking out, but there was nothing you could do unless you felt like waking Peter up just to yell and interrogate him. Instead, you crawl back to bed and attempt to fall asleep, though you’re aching to take off Peter’s mask just to see his face for real. You fall asleep eventually with Peter stirring and wrapping an arm around you.

___

Peter’s gone by the time you wake up. You contemplate texting him but you can’t. You ignore his texts about the physics homework, and the banter in your group chat, and MJ’s questions about whether or not you made it home safely. You don’t say anything to anyone for the rest of the weekend.

By the time Monday rolls around, you’ve still avoided Peter, but you manage to corner MJ privately.

Before she’s able to ask you what’s wrong, you interrupt her.

“I kissed Peter.”

“What?”

Your lips form a thin line.

“Dude, when? At the party? Or after?”

“After.”

“Holy shit. I thought he got with Liz!” MJ whispers, eyes wide. You bite your lower lip.

“I don’t know if he did or not,” you shrug. “I went home and I almost got mugged but Spiderman saved me and then he walked me home and then he stayed over and now I don’t hate him anymore I guess.”

MJ’s eyes are nearly bugging out of her skull with her forehead crinkling in confusion. Suddenly, her face relaxes but her pupils are still black and wide. You see the realization in her face. She knows. Do they all know?

“If I ask you something, do you promise to tell me the truth?” you ask earnestly. For once, MJ is an open book. Her face reeks of guilt in contrast to your begging eyes.

She opens her mouth as if to answer you but closes it. Conveniently, the bell rings.

“MJ, please.” You tug on her arm but she shakes her head.

“You should talk to Peter.” A beat passes and she walks away from you. You sigh in defeat and gather your books from your locker. In the mirror on your locker door, you see a familiar mop of brown hair. Peter watches you from afar with an expression you can’t put a name to. Before you can catch up to him, he slips away.

___

mj: have you talked to Y/N today?

peter: no i havent

mj: ok

peter: why?

mj: nothing, just wondering

peter: she seems kind of out of it today. i feel like she’s avoiding me

peter: …is she avoiding me?

Peter’s in the darkness of his room, face illuminated by his phone screen. He watches an animated bubble at the bottom of his screen, which suddenly stops. He groans. Usually, MJ and he share everything, but now that you were in the mix, he can’t help but speculate that something was wrong.

He knows it’s a bad idea. He knows. But after last night, his heart’s been yearning for you and you wouldn’t bat an eye at him all day. Considering MJ confirmed your suspicions, you decide that school grounds weren’t the most appropriate place to confront Peter about his secret identity. You didn’t know where a good place was, or when a good time was, so you decided to avoid the ordeal completely. Maybe it was a one-time thing. You did watch Peter make out with Liz, and him making out with you was probably just a fluke because of how you’d just spent hours with one another. He didn’t actually like you. Boys are… boys.

You try not to let it get to you. Even when you notice Peter watching you in English class, to which you flash him a quick smile so that he doesn’t notice your somber demeanor. If you looked back at him for too long, you thought you might’ve cried.

You try to forget about the past twenty-four hours by putting on a random Netflix comedy, but it’s merely background noise to your extremely loud thoughts. You jump at the sound of knocking at your window, and when you peel back your curtains, your eyes widen at the sight of a familiar red and blue-suited figure. He waves at you lamely.

“Can I come in?”

You nod, lifting your window open.

“Hi,” you breathe. You try not to give away your grin. You’ve convinced yourself Peter doesn’t like you, nor does Spiderman, yet the sight in front of you makes your heart ecstatic.

“Hi.”

“Shouldn’t you be fighting bad guys or something?”

“You were more important.” Heat rises to your face. You don’t say anything.

“I feel like I’m putting you in danger just by being here but I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. Couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you,” he says softly.

“Me neither.”

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers and you beam at him, lifting his mask.

Delicately, you kiss him like your mouth is a butterfly landing on his flower of a mouth. He responds with a sweet sigh. It’s like Peter’s brain is short-circuited, glitching, a thousand tabs open in his mind with just you on every page.

He hums as you pull him closer, holding your cheeks until he feels dampness. Opening his eyes, he sees your face littered with tears.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” His heart aches at the sight of you.

“I just feel like no matter what, this is going to end badly.” You don’t say this out loud. Instead, you smile sweetly at him, wiping your tears, and you lock lips again. Peter feels like he’s absorbing your pain. He pushes you towards your bed until you both fall onto it with him on top of you.

He kisses alongside your jaw and squeezes the flesh that’s right above your hip. He’s taking advantage of the fact that you’re wearing a crop top. His hands explore your love handles and the small of your back and the spot in between your underwear and your navel.

“Touch me, Peter,” you whisper. It doesn’t even register in your brain that you actually said that, but Peter hears it as clear as day.

“You called me Peter.”

You don’t know what to say. Your jaw is slack and he pulls away from you, instead sitting at the edge of your bed.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” you stammer. Peter pulls his mask down over his mouth quickly.

“How did you know? Did.. did you know this whole time? And you hate Spiderman and… I don’t…” Peter struggles with things to say because of how off-guard he is. He didn’t know what he was doing. Hell, he was a teenage boy before he was a superhero. He didn’t know what this relationship with you was or how far he was going to let it go, but all he knew was that he wanted to be absorbed in you for however long you’d have him. Separate from his “real life”. Separate from Peter Parker, because God knows how your friendship would be affected.

“I-I didn’t know. Not until last night. We’re in the same group chat, you know,” you explain.

“Fuck, Y/N, you weren’t supposed to find out!” You wince at his raised voice.

“Why not? Doesn’t MJ know? And Ned? Why am I not supposed to know?” you argue.

“You hate Spiderman.”

Your face falls. It hits you that every time you’ve said something harshly negative about Spiderman, Peter was right there to hear it. It makes you sick to your stomach how you must’ve made him feel.

“I love Peter. So I love Spiderman, too. Or I can learn to. I promise.”

“You what?”

“I really like you, Peter.”

With that, Peter takes off his mask and looks at you with his melancholic brown eyes. He stares at you intensely before bridging the gap between you two again. He kisses you properly now like he means it, twirling a lock of your hair in his fingers, leaning into you closer and closer.

“Do you… pity… me?” you mumble in between kisses.

“Why would I?” Peter furrows his brows.

“You like Liz.” You feel pathetic. Everything happening was much too confusing for your brain to handle at the moment.

“I… I thought I liked Liz, but I think I was just in love with the idea of her. I’m pretty sure she kissed me to try to get over Harry Osborn, too. I like you. I didn’t know what to do about it because I feel like there was this weird tension between us and I didn’t know if it was romantic or sexual or negative.”

“Peter, why would it be negative?”

“You just hated Spiderman this whole time that I let myself believe that you hated Peter Parker in the back of your mind, too.”

You laugh and shake your head. You kiss him again passionately, nibbling his lower lip slightly.

“Peter, I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to hate you.”

Before he can answer, his words catch in your throat from being stuffed down with the sensation of your lips. His anxiety dissipates as he takes in the smell of your shampoo and the softness of your skin. He’d stay with you in your room forever if he could.

You didn’t think you’d ever warm up to Spiderman. You were plenty content letting him kiss you all over for the rest of the night — something you wouldn’t be able to fathom a week ago. You sigh at the feeling of Peter’s wet mouth on your neck. The two of you decide that forever can mean just for that night. Eventually, it becomes the next night, then the next, then the next. You never realized how much you actually love red and blue.

[vegalocity]

What would happen if Syntax actually did get cured of the venom? Would he still want to hang around Huntsman and Goliath or would he Think 'huh. Maybe having the people who KIDNAPPED ME around me and my family Probably isn't the best idea.' - Pixel Anon

Uhhhhhhhhhhh yeah I think the answer is Not Good Things Will Happen. I think the answer is ‘Y’all are down an integral clan member hope you didn’t have any plans that hinged on technology or science in general right now.’

Honestly I think you don’t even need to throw Minyi and Xiuying into that equation to make that the answer. Even if you assume Syntax was essentially just alone in the world before spiderfication if he got the spider limbs pulled off and the venom drained from his system, no matter WHAT his Backstory is i think he’d just book it, he’d be OUTTA THERE he is GONE. He’s running before the purple has fully faded from his skin.

And when you THROW IN the ladies, then… well even more so. He’s got Minyi in one arm, a duffel bag in the other and loading into the gd car headed for Xiuying’s cabin to lay low for awhile.

(this gets long so it's under the cut)

Like, most people like to assume that there was a sort of… adjustment period when he had just been spiderfied, usually the flavor of ‘someone (usually Huntsman) reminding him of how he is at his base a human, not a spider, not one of them, and the second he stops being useful is the second he’s only good for how he’ll taste’ and even if he wasn’t afraid of whoever it was in the moment, confident in his ability to manuver extra limbs that aren’t there anymore and speed that wasn’t there either, all the physical additions that being a Spider Demon had are suddenly gone and that threat about being the next meal for the clan suddenly feels a lot more real. Even IF the others had actually grown attached to him and Minyi and even Xiuying, the fact of the matter is if these people decided to kill them all he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

Something I could see having kind of a ‘disney channel cartoon’ resolution in this setup is a thing idk if i’ve mentioned before involving Minyi or not. Bc Minyi, as i know i have mentioned, fucking HATES Spider Queen, and at first for awhile there she was very vocal about it, she hated that her dad was working for her, she hated that he wanted her approval, and most of all she hated that whenever she’d say any of that to him, he’d just sort of… not listen.

Even when even Minyi knows what she’s talking about is silly or irrational, she never really feels like Daddy isn’t listening. Even when she’s wrong and he has to explain to her what it was that was wrong, she still felt like he was listening to her as she talked. But not this. Never this. Minyi’s an observant child, her plotline hinges on it, so she knows when Adults tune her out, she knows when she’s being condescended to. And when Daddy tells her that of course he wants to stay Loyal to Spider Queen and she’s Really Cool Actually she can tell he wasn’t listening to a word she’d actually said. Because he never mentions forgiving her for stealing him, or that he knows it might look like she pushes him around but he knows he’s always in control of the situation, or anything that would actually ANSWER her questions or settle her worries. She just… might as well have stomped her foot and yelled like she was half her age.

And now that his head is clear he can look back on that and be… embarrassed? guilty? His daughter was warning him that whole time out of honest fear and concern that she only barely had the vocabulary and emotional complexity to understand And he brushed her off as if it was nothing. And to rub some salt into it now that his head is clear and the unrelenting force of the Spider demanding subserviance to the Queen is gone it’s obvious that his fucking six year old was right about his ‘boss’ being bad news. So of course he figures he owes Minyi an apology, but Minyi’s just happy that he’s listening to her again so it’s all okay in the end.

And if this is the Cyberhunt timeline then can I get an F in the chat for Huntsman? Bc he ain’t even getting a breakup scene, i don’t think he’d even get a letter outside of the ‘I’m leaving the clan and leaving the city with my family. Don’t try to find us’ that goes out to all of the clan (maybe even still implying that Syntax DOES still have that Spider amplification in him so it’s not just a flimsy ‘stay away’ from an equally flimsy human)

I could see Syntax as being pretty mad at himself for letting the relationship happen at all in that context. Like yeah, his brain was all scrambled up and he can’t ACTUALLY be held accountable for decisions made with the fact that he wasn’t really in his right mind for the whole thing, but it still happened. But now it’s over, and- and it was just some echo of venom that hadn’t quite metabolized yet that left a bitter taste in his mouth to acknowledge that those people weren’t really friends, that he wasn’t really-... His brain is still re-adjusting, he’ll be fine in time.

Minyi I don't think would quite get certain parts about this, in her mind, the big boss is always the bad guy and the other people around are just as scared of the big boss as the person they’re bullying. So to her only Spider Queen was the bad guy. So when Daddy turned back to normal and said that they weren’t safe from the bad guys anymore and needed to go stay at Auntie Xiuying’s cabin for awhile she’d thought that Uncle Huntsman and Uncle Goliath hadn’t come along simply because Uncle Goliath didn’t fit in the car. That they’d catch up with them soon. Because surely, they’d ALL be running away from the REAL bad guy together.

So, she figures they must have gotten lost and had to head back home. Thats not good, surely that means she needs to help them find their way here like how she helped Daddy find his way home. Auntie and Daddy were both too scared of Spider Queen finding them to contact her uncles, but Minyi knew how to evade that!

She knows Uncle Huntsman likes to hang out at their apartment because he loves Daddy (she’ll keep that to herself for now, grownups don’t believe in happily ever afters) so if she mails a letter to the apartment he might find it when he eventually comes over.

She knows Uncle Huntsman doesn’t like puzzles, but he’s good with them when its something important. So she makes a cipher and writes the letter in it, copies down the decoder, and chops it up into distinct shapes, seals it all up in a letter closes the envelope with a sticker on it, and slips it into the mailbox.

Eventually Huntsman does find the letter, written in childish scrawl, the puzzle to decode the letter, and the knowledge that theres only one child on this entire damn continent that would be this obnoxiously enigmatic about sending a fucking letter.

But whatever, he wasn’t gonna do anything except sit in the apartment surrounded by things left behind and feel sorry for himself--er, that is, scavenge for anything that could be used by the Queen and take advantage of the internal heating. So he may as well do something. So he puts together the decoder, she’d just sliced it into fourths. Then translated the letter.

“Hi Uncle Huntsman! If you’re reading this that means you unlocked my letter! Yay! I knew you could! So I know you and Uncle Goliath want to leave the bad lady’s clan too and I know you’re only not here because you guys got lost.” and she just… gave them the coordinates for the place her family was hiding away. (not REALLY hiding, it wouldn’t have taken much to track down the cabin’s whereabouts through Xiuying, but the secluded nature of the cabin may as well have been)

I guess… the way the story ends depends on how you want it to end. Because Huntsman has three options, but really only two. Does he accept defeat and burn the letter, or does he do something with the information he now has? Either way he’d be betraying the queen, but he doesn’t have it in him to turn in the coordinates of their lost clan member and his family. Not this time.

There’s this youtuber i like called Breadsword, he does movie analysis, and in his video about Millenium Actress he says something along the lines of ‘My favorite moment in a romance is somewhere in the last ten minutes, after we’ve followed our characters through the buildup, payoff, and premature destruction of what they had, as they go their separate ways and come to the conclusion that it wasn’t meant to last, one rejects it and takes flight in pursuit of the other... our dreams and our love are the only things truly worth running in the name of.

[bloodpacks-archive]

saved

word count: 3k yay

summary: 5 times Peter saved her, and the one time she saved him.

warnings: mmm general angst?? but it ends very happy i promise you. Also the reader gets attacked at the beginning but nothing happens she’s just shaken up. also talks of grief. but it all ends happy i promise!!

note: aaah two very nice anons gave me the idea to do the five things vs one thing trope and i did it!! you guys are great and I hope you both enjoy this fic!! :)) also i’m posting this at midnight bc fuck posting at a normal time you guys will probably see it eventually who knows

Peter was good at saving people. It was his job, he had to be good at it. What he wasn’t good at, was saving the people he loved. He could do it, and he could get the job done and get them out of danger but every two seconds his mind would go back to what might have happened. How terrifying it would have been if he couldn’t save them. It was something that he couldn’t avoid.

Peter’s out at night, patrolling through Queens as he quietly swings through the city. He loves this part, always has. It’s peaceful. He has time to think, to reflect, and it’s easily one of the best pieces of his day. He’s found that lately, his mind drifts to her.

She happens to be the best part of his day. No competition. Today, she’d laughed when he told a joke and he swears he felt his heart stop. And so, Peter lets his mind drift. It drifts to the way her laugh floats through the room, the way her smile grows so elegantly, the way her voice sounds like honey, it all drifts through his head.

But honestly, Peter’s terrified. He swears she painted every single star in the sky, swears she brightness of her smile comes from the sun itself, but he knows that he’s just Peter. That to her, he’s the physics partner, or the friend.

It hurts to think about.

It’s then when Peter hears a scream, and he’s pulled out of his thoughts. Peter’s quick to swing around the corner, flying past building after building. When he’s finally close enough, he sees two men grabbing a girl, and Peter’s quick to fall to the ground. He lands with a soft thud, and the two men turn to look at him.

“Holy shit.” He hears the girl say, and Peter has to stop himself from letting soft laughter pass his lips.

“C’mon, you were gonna start the party without me?” Peter says. The taller of the two men lunges towards Peter, and he’s quick to dodge out of the way. With a swift movement, Peter webs his arm to the lamp post. Peter then turns to the other man, and webs him to the wall of the nearby building.

It’s then when Peter finally turns to the girl and-

And his eyes widen.

“Oh my god, Spider-Man, thank you I- I didn’t know what I was gonna do and-“

“Hey, whoa, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Peter takes a step closer to her. Her voice still sounds like honey, even though it’s shaking, and her eyes have that sparkle to them, and he wants to help her in any way he can. Peter’s hand rests on her arm, and he can feel her shaking. His heart drops.

“God, thank you, I don’t-“ She pauses, “I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Do you- do you want me to help you home?” He asks.

And it’s timid, like she isn’t sure if her next move is the right move, and like she isn’t really sure of herself anymore, but she nods.

So she tells him where, and he holds her as close as he can, and he’s positive she can hear how fast his heart is beating, how nervous she makes him, but they swing her back home.

It’s just a few blocks, but it’s quiet, and it makes Peter worry more than anything. So when they get to her balcony, Peter helps her down softly, and then he sits on the ledge for a moment.

“Are you okay?” He asks. She nods, but doesn’t make eye contact with him.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

“Listen if you’re scared, and you want me to stay for a while, that’s okay. We can talk for a bit, get your mind off everything.”

It’s then when she finally looks back up at him. Her eyes are red, and he can tell that she’s trying to hold back tears, but she nods again.

“That’d be nice, actually. Thank you.”

And her voice is scratchy, barely there and almost just a hum of noise between them, but it’s enough. So Peter stays for a while, and they talk about anything and everything. They talk about her favorite ice cream, and they talk about the new coffee shop that opened a street down, and they talk about her.

And at the end of it, she seems better. And when Peter says goodbye, telling her to get some rest, his heart almost begs him to stay.

—————

There’s a physics test coming up. To say the least, Peter had noticed she was struggling.  It wasn’t like physics was easy, but he knew he could help because for once he understood all of it and honestly he wasn’t really thinking when he said it but he invited her to study with him.

So now he’s with her at the new coffee shop a street down from her apartment—which is surprisingly good—and she’s sitting across from him, sipping on her drink while she looks over his work.

“So, wait a minute, where did you get this number from?” She asks, and so Peter answers, moving his pencil over the page while he explains it, and he sees something click, and all the sudden she’s doing a problem on her own and she just gets it.

He thinks it’s one of the best things he’s ever seen, because her eyes light up when she finally figures something out, he’s learned, and it’s one of the prettiest looks she has. But if Peter’s being honest, she has a lot of pretty looks. It’s hard to narrow down which one is the best.

And when she gets stuck, she furrows her brows, flicking her pencil between her fingers, and he finds he really likes that tick. Because it’s her. And the more he learns about her, the more he finds to like.

The next day, when she finds out that she passed the physics test with flying colors, she hugs him.

“God, you saved me,” She says, and she’s got that smile, the one that lights up the whole room.

It makes his heart flutter.

—————

They’re studying together again, but this time, they’re sitting on his bed, both of them leaning against his wall while they prop their notebooks up on their laps.

“You know what I hate about physics?” She says suddenly, leaning her head back against the wall and looking over at him.

“What?” Peter glances up from his work, but then quickly returns to finish the problem.

“Friction,” She finishes flatly. Peter looks up at her, eyebrows raised. “It’s a stupid concept! And it makes things harder.”

“But you’re getting better at it,” Peter replies.

She rolls her eyes, letting her head fall onto his shoulder, and Peter holds his breath for just a moment.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t hate it.”

And so Peter laughs, “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

“Can we take a break?” She asks, and when Peter looks down, she’s mock-pouting, and it makes him laugh, so he agrees, and soon enough she’s pushed both of their notebooks to the side so she can lay her legs across his lap.

He thinks he might die.

“What do you think of Spider-Man?” She asks after a beat of silence. Peter almost has to stop himself from coughing, so he takes a breath, a moment to think of what to say.

“I think he’s cool.”

“Yeah? Didn’t you say you used to work with him or something like that?”

“Yeah, yeah something like that.” Peter hopes she doesn’t notice the blush creeping up his neck.

“Man, that’s so cool. It must’ve been nice to know him like that.”

“I didn’t really know him too well. I mean, you probably know him better from the one time he saved you if I’m being honest.”

She shoots up from laying down, eyeing Peter.

“I never told anyone about that,” She says slowly, and Peter feels a pit in his stomach, feels his face heat up.

“I must’ve heard it from somewhere then,” He says.

“No, I never told anyone about that, how would you-“

And just like that, she gets it, her eyes do that thing where they light up, and she looks so pretty but all Peter can think is not right now-

“Holy shit,” She whispers. “Holy shit, you’re Spider-Man?”

“What? No, no that’s-“

But Peter’s face gives it away, and he really curses himself because this was not how he wanted her to find out, much less have her find out at all and-

And then she’s hugging him. Her arms are wrapped around him tightly, her nose in the crook of his neck, and all Peter can do is hug her back, because God, he knows they both need it.

“You saved me,” She whispers. It’s muffled, but Peter hears it all the same, and it makes him just hold her tighter. “Thank you.”

—————

Peter’s swinging through her neighborhood when he hears screaming. And he isn’t sure what is, but something about it just makes him know that it’s her. And It terrifies him. So he’s swinging as fast as he can towards the sound, trying to find her, or whoever it was, and praying that she’s okay.

He sees her dangling off the edge of her balcony, and without really thinking how or why, Peter’s grabbing her and pulling her up, and then he’s holding and she’s-

She’s laughing.

She’s walking back into her room, and she’s laughing, and Peter doesn’t know what to make of it.

“Thank God you’re here, Peter. You weren’t answering my texts and I really need help on this and-“

“What?”

She turns back, and she’s got a confused look on her face, and as mad as he is, she still looks pretty as ever.

“Oh, well you weren’t answering my texts so I figured that I’d get your attention-“

“By pretending you were in danger?”

Her face falls, and suddenly Peter needs out, so he pulls off his mask, taking a deep breath, and just looks up at her.

“Peter, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal-“

“God, I thought you were in danger!”

“Peter, I didn’t-“

“It doesn’t matter!” Peter’s hands are in his hair, and he can feel tears pricking at his eyes, but none of it matters because now he can’t stop thinking about how she tricked him and he feels overdramatic but he was so goddamn terrified. “It doesn’t matter that you didn’t think it was a big deal, okay? I thought you were in danger and I thought you were scared and I thought you could have died, but it was all just a joke to you-“

“That’s not what I thought-“

And it isn’t even Peter that cuts her off, it’s when she looks back up at him, and she sees him. And then her eyebrows knit together, and she’s coming closer to him, because Peter can feel the tears falling down his face, and he feels guilty that he’s reacting like this, but he was just so scared.

“God, Peter, I’m sorry,” She whispers. She moves so her hands are on his cheeks, and she’s wiping away the tears, and Peter’s trying not to lean into her touch, but it’s tempting.

“It’s okay,” Peter whispers.

“No, it’s not. I was taking advantage of you, and that was wrong,” She says. “I won’t do it again, I promise you.”

Peter closes his eyes, and leans forward so that his forehead is leaning against hers. Her hands are at the nape of his neck, lightly playing with his hair while they stay there.

“I’m sorry,” She whispers again. And in reply, Peter just wraps his arms around her waist, and pulls her in as close as he can. His nose is in the crook of her neck, and she’s still running her hands through his hair as they stand there.

And she’s safe.

—————

When Peter shows up on her balcony, it’s unexpected. But there’s light scattered across Queens, and the sunset is dripping orange and red hues across the city, and he thought that no night would be better than tonight, so he knocks on the door to her room, and her face lights up when she sees him.

They aren’t official. There are rumors, and what Peter wishes for, and there’ve been a few times when things seemed like they were a little bit more than friends, but he just isn’t sure. And if he’s honest, he just doesn’t want to overstep. If they make the decision, Peter wants to make the decision together.

So Peter’s on her balcony at 7:30 on a Friday night, and his heart is pounding through his chest.

“What’re you doing here?” She asks as she steps onto her balcony, her cardigan wrapped tightly around her.

“Saving you from a boring night,” Peter says, and he hopes it sounds as smooth as he’d practiced it to be.

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a smile on her face, and she holds her hand out to him.

“Where to?”

And so he grabs her hand, and he’s swinging her to the roof of a building that he thought had the best view of Central Park and the sunset.

“Wow,” She says, “You’re really getting fancy here, huh?”

“Yeah,” Peter replies. “So,” He stops for a moment, “I’ve been wanting to tell you something.”

“And what would that be?” She’s moving to sit on the edge of the building, her legs dangling off the edge, and Peter joins her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

“I just-“ He takes a breath. “I really like you, like a lot, and I really want to be more than friends and I feel like we’re there-“

“Oh we’re definitely more than friends, Peter,” She says. And it catches Peter off-guard, because it was so matter-of-fact and maybe he’s a dumbass but he wasn’t sure if he was reading everything correctly and-

“Peter, stop overthinking.” She turns to him, and brings her hands up to his face. “I feel the same way, I just thought you were taking it slow, honestly.”

Peter laughs.

“God, all those nerves for nothing,” He says, almost to himself.

“You were nervous?”

“Of course I was, I really like you,” He starts, “And I honestly have no clue what I’m doing and I just wanted things to be perfect and-“

“Peter,” She says, and her smile is on her face, and he decides then that her smile is prettier than all the sunsets he’s ever seen. Her hands fall so they lay lazily over his shoulders, fingers playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. “This is perfect.”

And then she’s leaning in, and she’s kissing him, and it’s like Peter can feel his world stop. And he decides that she’s right. This is as perfect as it could be.

—————

There are some days when Peter really misses Tony. Today, he tries not to let it get in the way. He’s with her, and they’re at her house trying to pay attention to Star Wars Episode IV, but he really can’t. Because all he’s thinking about is how much he misses nights when he would make Tony watch Star Wars with him while they worked on upgrades to his suit.

And it really sucks.

Because Peter doesn’t want to cry right now, but every part of his body feels run down and awful and he just can’t get through today. And it’s inevitable, but she notices.

She glances over at him for just a few seconds, but it’s enough, because she sits up from her position laying against him and pauses the movie.

“Hey,” She whispers, and she leans in so that she can place her hand over his, “What’s wrong?”

“Just been a rough day,” Peter replies, but his voice is shaky and rough, and he knows he isn’t convincing, but god he wishes he was.

“Wanna talk about it?” She asks, and then she pulls Peter in so that he can lay on her, and soon enough that changes so that he’s laying with his head in her lap.

“I just really miss Tony,” Peter says, finally. Her hand is holding his, her thumb rubbing soft patterns onto the back of his palm, and he’s just really thankful for it all.

“I thought I’d be fine by now, you know? It’s been months, I thought I would stop feeling like shit some days, but they just keep coming and I don’t know what to do.”

“He was important to you, Peter. That doesn’t just disappear.”

“I just wish I could go back and, I don’t know, sacrifice myself instead of him or something? I don’t know.”

Peter feels tears scratching at the back of his throat, and he hates that. He hates that this feels like it’s never going to end. He just wants to go back to before all of this.

“You know Tony wouldn’t have wanted that,” She whispers. “Tony would be so proud of who you are, of all that you’ve accomplished. And your grief, that’s always gonna be there, but it’ll get better. It won’t be most days, it won’t even be most months eventually. But Tony was important to you, so it’ll never be gone. You’ll still miss him, but it will get better.”

“I just want it to get better now,” Peter says. And it’s pathetic, because for some reason that’s the line that makes the tears slip out, but it’s true. He would do anything to feel better right now.

“I know,” She says, and she brings their hands up so she can press her lips to the back of Peter’s palm. “But you know what? I’ll be there with you every step of the way. I promise you that.”

And somehow, that one promise, that promise that she’ll be there, made his chest feel a little lighter. And Peter’s thankful, because she saved an awful day, and gave it a little bit of her light.

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[chris-evanslover]

All is Fair in Love and War

Summary: Best Friends Tom and OFC Lia get into an argument about Lia flirting with a guy when they go out. Tom’s jealousy snaps and he tells her how he really feels.

Warning: Angst, Fluff Ending (bc im a sap)

Word Count: 2.1K

I slammed the door closed of the Uber Tom and I took back to our shared apartment, stomping up the stairs till I reached our door, Tom following close behind me. He knew better than to talk right now, I was livid. Tom and I are roommates when he's in New York. We’ve known each other for a few years and became really close friends. Best friends if you will. Tom spends a lot of time in New York for press, filming and sometimes just to spend time here. I had extra room in my apartment and I offered for him to keep some stuff here instead of just getting a hotel every-time he comes to the city, which is often.

It was Tom’s idea to go out tonight, I for one was content with binging movies on the couch in our pajamas but Tom knows his puppy eyes can’t be denied by me. That’s how I ended up in a stuffy, crowded and posh nightclub downtown. Tom told me to wait at the bar and order him a drink, he knew some people that would be here tonight and he had to go say hi to them. I took a seat at the bar and ordered Tom a pint and myself a Rum and Coke. Paying close attention to my drink, I saw out of the corner of my eye that someone had slid into the seat next to me. Assuming it was tom I pushed the beer in his direction but when I looked up it wasn’t Tom, it was a very attractive man. He looked about 6 foot tall, had the build of a baseball player with bright green eyes and brown hair, completing his look with some scruff that really fit him.

“Sorry for shoving the beer in your face I thought you were my friend” “I don’t mind when it’s a pretty girl like yourself, I hope the friend isn’t a boyfriend?” So we’re flirting? Okay say less. I laughed and said “No he’s not, he asked me to order him a beer while he said hi to some people” “And he just left you alone at the bar?” “Well-I mean-No, I came here voluntarily instead of following him around while he said his hellos” he laughed and said he was just joking around “I’m Nate, it’s nice to meet you-” he held out his hand for a shake “Lia” I shook his hand, “Lia, very fitting” “Yeah what’s that supposed to mean?” I looked at him while swirling my drink in my hand before taking a sip. “Well you know, elegant name for a beautiful girl” I felt my cheeks heat up and laughed, not used to being flirted with this openly. “Thank you, So Nate tell me about yourself”. Nate began to tell me that he is a trainer for the New York Yankees. Aha I knew he had something to do with baseball. He asked me about my job which I told him I worked for a publishing house and all about my love for reading.

I didn’t realize how long had passed, about 45 minutes I was talking to Nate. He was genuinely nice, not pushy, sweet but a little mischievous, in a good way. I started looking around the club for Tom, a little annoyed he left me this long. Yeah I have Nate to keep me company but Tom doesn’t know that. Nate noticed me looking around and asked if everything was okay. “Yeah yeah I just don’t know where my friend is, he said he wouldn’t be long but I've been sitting here for close to an hour” “Would you like me to help you find him?” “You know what yeah I would thanks, let’s start over here”. Nate and I circled the club looking for Tom, I showed him a picture where you couldn’t really make out his face but you could make out his features, not wanting Nate to freak out if he recognized him. Some people are weird like that when it comes to celebrities.

I spotted Tom’s curls towards the back of the club, he was sitting on a couch with a Blonde model sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck. I scoffed and rolled my eyes but before I could walk back to Nate, we locked eyes and his face dropped. He’s free to do whatever and whoever he wants, we’re just friends but the fact that he left me alone is what i’m particularly mad about. I led Nate back to the bar, telling him I found him and all is good. We continued talking for about a couple minutes when I felt someone come up behind me and slid their arm around my waist and press a kiss to the back of my head. I spun around quickly ready to lay into whatever creep just did this but I was faced with Tom who was obviously drunk. “We should go home Love”. Nate spoke up when he said this “Lia do you know him? if you don’t we can move somewhere you’re not uncomfortable” “Shes not going anywhere with you mate” Tom basically growled out. My jaw dropped. What the actual fuck was his problem.

Not wanting Tom to make a scene no matter the expense (my expense) I told Nate, “I’m sorry, I should really take him home, thanks for a lovely night though” “Wow really, I genuienly wanted to get to know you too, but have fun babysitting” Nate grumbled and went somewhere away from the bar before I turned to Tom who looked unfazed. I was so mad at him but I couldn’t make a scene. Ordering an uber, Tom kept trying to talk to me as if everything was fine and dandy. The uber was 2 minutes away and I just wanted to go to sleep but Thomas wouldn’t keep his trap shut. “You know that guy probably only wanted to fuck you right” “What the actual fuck is wrong with you” “I’m just saying, don’t get so butthurt, I did you a favor” You scoffed at him, he was being an asshole.

Tom was rarely like this, you guys got on so organically and barely argued. Drunk Tom is a different story, all bets are off because he can be quite the little shit when he’s under the influence. I got a notification that the uber had arrived, I told Tom we were leaving and we got in the car which then took off in the direction of our apartment. I could feel Tom looking at me the entire ride but I was too angry with him at the moment to look back. The car parked and I got out with a huff, stomping up the stairs and unlocking our door. I kicked my heels off and made a B-Line for my room. Tom came in the apartment right behind me and called my name “Lia, wait, please”

“Leave me alone Tom” “No-I Fucked up” I turned to him, we’re standing approximately 6 feet apart in the kitchen. “Yeah you did, you really did and I would like to go to bed forgetting about tonight all together so can you give me that. Can you give me the decency of letting me just go to bed” “Can we please talk about this” completely ignored what I just said, thanks Tom. “What’s there to talk about Tom? The fact that you disappeared on me for almost an hour, Or that when I found you, you had some model in your lap. Or the fact that you felt the need to scare off a guy I was actually having a good time with. Or that you think he just wanted to fuck me is that it?” You were bright red in the face starting to raise your voice at Tom, letting all your pent up frustration from the night out, but you weren’t done. “IS THAT ALL I AM IN YOUR EYES TOM, HUH? SOMEONE TO FUCK? WELL IM NOT, IM A HUMAN BEING, WITH FEELINGS. YOU WERE THE LAST PERSON I EVER EXPECTED TO SAY THAT TO ME” He looked at you, slightly nervous.

“I left you alone because I saw you were having a good time and I didn’t want to interrupt” You laughed “You didn’t want to interrupt? What did someone hold a gun to your back and make you interrupt us then? Was it the girl on your lap?” “Stop with that seriously” He raised his voice, I don’t think he’s ever raised his voice at me. “You’re unbelievable” “Why? Why am I the one that’s unbelievable” “Are you being SERIOUS RIGHT NOW! WHY’D YOU INTERRUPT US THEN?” “BECAUSE I CAN’T STAND YOU BEING WITH ANOTHER GUY”

What? Where is this coming from, Tommy give me strength. “Where is this coming from Tom?” you lowered your voice volume by a million, barely whispering. “I didn’t plan on telling you like this Hell, I didn’t plan on telling you this at all. I don’t want to ruin our relationship” “Spit it out Holland” “I’m in Love with you”

I didn’t think my headache could get any more complicated but here we were yelling at each other in our kitchen at 1 in the morning. When I didn’t say anything he kept talking.

“I’ve been in Love with you for as long as I can remember but I pushed it down because I didn’t think you felt the same way. I don’t want our relationship to fall through because of this but looking at you here, now I, I had to tell you, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and seeing you tonight with him? It hurt so much more than I thought it would. So yeah I got wasted and this chick Amber sat on my lap before I pushed her off 2 minutes later, of course though the one time you see me is at that moment when she’s on my lap. I know you’re mad at me and I hate that I’m the one that made you angry but I just ask that you try to see this from my side. I understand if you don’t feel the same way It’s okay, I just, I’m terrified of losing you Lia. You’re the best thing I have.”

I’m speechless, not many times in my life have I been speechless but here I am with one thought only in my head. I really want to kiss him. So I do, I walked the couple steps till I reached Tom and cupped his cheeks in my hands, pulling him down so that our lips could meet. He reciprocated the kiss immediately, Starting off slow but quickly building in speed and passion. When we tore apart he looked at me in the eyes, “I meant every word I said” “I know you did” “What does this mean? Do you feel the same?” “This means I could see myself feeling the same, Make me fall in love with you Tommy” “It’s a big task but I think I can manage” he smiled and kissed you again, you never wanted him to stop.

“Does being Spider-Man get me any brownie points” You teasingly smacked him upside the head to which you both laughed. “C’mon Spidey, let’s watch something” “Yes ma’am, You choose” Oh, you were going to enjoy Tom trying to impress you.

A/N: Ahhh I had so much fun writing this holy shit.

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igneous and/or corona for character ask ?

i am doing both bc Fuck Yeah but ofc under the cut bc of that bc this is kind of Very needlessly long even w/me omitting a section for both of them.,

Igneous:-favorite thing about them: this is. Difficult bc i do actually like a majority of the things about him but ig to keep it simple i will just say his design is good albeit tacky (tho thats why its good tbh..) also the fact that hes a knight is umm.😳

-least favorite thing about them: genuinely dislike if not hate how they wrote him for pretty much all of the nuuma arc cause they had no business suddenly reducing him to just making an unnecessary amt of failed attempts at romance when that was only just barely a part of his character beforehand, but more specifically any of the scenes hes in in ep 36 just downright fucking suck and Thats On That, (sadly)

-favorite line: i do not have a specific line for this but anyways near the start of like, i think its ep 24 or somewhere in that area, after he and hunter finished a round against each other and then like right after that he goes to the side and starts talking to magma abt how they both think hunter has been coming along very well lately in his training and are generally proud of him? that was a very good scene……

-brOTP: this also has an honorable mention for being the otp response but im not rlly as personally invested in it but anyways. igneous/slate dynamic good which is kind of the obvious response but. what else am i supposed to say its just straight up canon ajgsdjahdkj.

-OTP: im sure this goes w/out saying considering who we r talking to but anyways him and magma r boyfriends thats the rules

-nOTP: in an ideal world i wouldn’t have to say anything here bc people would just be normal and not come up with anything weird but ill take this moment to say if you’ve ever thought pairing him w/hunter would be a good idea i can and i will strangle you. like it should be really obvious why thats awful And Yet thats a concept ive had the misfortune of seeing multiple times.

-random headcanon: he usually would not bc he takes training very seriously BUT he Could hold side conversations and the likes while still being perfectly capable in a fight and every now and then does so w/someone else there just to flex on hunter. also hes the like 1 person that would have a genuinely hard time grasping concepts that are specific to the outer world/surface. hunter would try to tell everyone what a car is and he’d have an immediate crisis

-unpopular opinion: honestly this is just a repeat of the notp response, thats the only thing ive seen from ppl that i just. do not like at all because. yea…

-favorite picture of them: technically i have 2 but one of them is already my icon as of rn n i dont need to b redundant so!

Corona:-favorite thing about them: this is very generic perhapse but i will say that i think with the handful of alt outfits she gets throughout the eps for various reasons are always so good i appreciate them so much… we stan a fashion icon

-least favorite thing about them: do not appreciate the running gag about her cooking bc its like “haha lol look at this beautiful girl she seems so perfect but oh she can’t cook well!!” like for starters even if it wasnt cooking i just think she deserves to be able to feel passionate about something without it falling apart n having it b smth she can still be made to feel bad about and also it is just not very respectful to women in general and again she deserves better than that.

-favorite line: edited the parts of this line together Very quickly so it looks a little odd BUT

this specific part still rlly hits different especially with the specific word choices…. thank u ms corona spider riders for saying trans rights..

-brOTP: i think she also has a v good dynamic w/magma actually even if its not like super obvious and all that but they r just genuinely supportive of each other and that is very epic.. incredible display of mlm/wlw solidarity

-OTP: honestly kind of have mixed feelings on sexuality hcs for her which would kind of make or break this but i will say i do think she has a much better dynamic w/hunter in general and thus also on a romantic note so that is something..

-nOTP: cant say i have any bc i havent rlly seen any that strike me as just downright bad thankfully.

-random headcanon: postcanon her and aqune are no longer two queens pitted against each other and would probably hang out p often generally speaking which is where, on top of well, yknow, trying to catch up on the like many years they many years they were separated, aqune would help her pick up better cooking skills and she would help aqune in experimenting more w/fashion on occasion. or generally just those sort of things bc those examples r not the most inch resting but ive already made the answer to this ask wayy too long i think so the point remains.. kjfdlkf

-unpopular opinion: its not rlly debated anyways n i think they do handle it fairly well for the most part but if i had to say one thing i do kinda wish they had given slightly more focus on her and dealing with what her past was and slightly less focus on making her a love interest cause like.. one of those things is kind of a lot more important to the core concepts of the show/plot and it is not the romance.

-favorite picture of them:

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Stuck between a sky scraper and a hard place.

not something that was requested, just an idea that i really liked and have been meaning to write for the longest time and has nothing to do with the fact that i’m having a shit night and really need some positivity right now. if you like it, reblog and maybe leave a nice tag or two bc i won’t bother writing a second part if no one like the first one lmao. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

“Pete, how’re we looking on civilian evac?” Tony asked as he blasted another goop monster into a lifeless puddle. As much as Tony wanted to be funding the future, he had decided about thirty seven minutes ago that he really needed some kind of screening on what highly impressionable young adults he was just handing heaps and heaps of money to.

Because while he totally had the money to just dump millions onto one university to the next, giving the next generation of geniuses the tools they needed to fund their new, initiative, “out of the box” projects that would otherwise never get funded, he was now realizing that not everyone’s “out of the box” ideas should be funded.

Like, as a totally random example, some guy who idolized slash hated Bruce Banner slash the Hulk and attempted to create a “new race” of Hulks that would enslave humanity. Or at least that’s how this nutcase put it in his five minute monologue. Like c’mon, Tony was dramatic, but even he knew how to keep his battle monologues under two minutes max. This guy was just over the fucking top.

Jesus Christ, it’s like the universe can never give Tony Stark a break, in any aspect of his life, ever.

“Good! I think we’ve almost got everyone out of the way!” Peter yelled back over the coms. Tony had given the kid evacuation duty with Cap, while Nat and Clint protected Bruce as he worked on the solution to their problem, and Tony had the pleasure of blasting all the not so tiny green fuckers to bits with Rhodey and Sam. They had a pretty good system going on, Tony was proud to admit.

The one good thing about this guy being obsessed with Bruce was that he had “borrowed” from a lot of his original work, so it was easy for Bruce to find a way to disable all these monsters. They were going to draw them all into one city block and, after Bruce finished making some adjustments to one of the units that kept creating them, using a very specific frequency of Gamma rays, wipe ‘em all out at once.

Tony had done the math in his head, and he concluded that it was gonna be fucking awesome.

“Tony!” Bruce’s voice caught Tony’s attention over the coms. “I’ve got everything ready on this end, are we ready to end this?” He asked.

“Hold up, how much property damage are we gonna have on our hands when this is all said and done?” Rhodey asked. “I’ve got Damage Control breathing down my neck for an estimate.” Though no one could see it, Tony rolled his eyes. They really couldn’t wait until the city wasn’t in danger anymore?

“This entire block at least, maybe a bit further down,” Bruce called back. “That’s about as good of an estimate as they’re gonna get from us right now.”

“Can we stop the chit chat and get to finishing this already?” Sam called out, clearly annoyed as one of the larger monsters pinned him against an apartment complex. Rhodey managed to blast the thing into a puff of green smoke and goop, earning a sighed “Gross,” from the other man, the structural integrity of the building taking the fault for the shock wave.

“Yeah, I left ice cream in my car for this!” Clint added.

“As long as I get the okay from Cap and Spider-Man, I’m ready to blow this popsicle stand!” Bruce yelled out, and it took everything inside of Tony not to fly over to Banner and slap him. And he calls Tony a dad, come on!

“Please, for the love of God don’t ever say that again, or I will vomit.” Tony warned, making fake gagging noises as the rest of his teammates groaned along with him. “And trust me, cleaning puke out of one of these suits is not easy.”

“Fellas, you can fool around all you want after we save the city.” Natasha interrupted sternly. “Spider-Man, Captain, we good to go?”

“We’ve done our part, Natasha,” Steve declared. “Let’s finish these green bastards.” At any other time Tony would’ve shot a gasp and a sarcastic “Language!” towards Cap, but something wasn’t right.

“Cap, is Peter with you? Pete, do you copy?” Tony asked. Peter was never one to go silent over the coms, if anything he would talk over them too much.

“He ran off somewhere, he’s not with you?” Cap questioned back, his voice sounding fuzzy and out of focus in his ear. Tony felt panic rise in his chest.

“Alright guys, I’m firing this thing up, everybody stand clear!” Bruce called out, the power of whatever device Bruce had whipped up interfering with their communication lines.

“Peter?” Tony called again. “Bruce, wait we can’t find Peter!” Tony called, but it was too late. Bruce hadn’t heard him and the machine had already warmed up. Tony watched in horror from high over the city block as a glowing green light emerged from the center of the street, Nat driving Bruce and Clint to safety above the device on a hoverbike.

Tony’s heart stopped when his com buzzed to life one final time before the blast wave rippled through the city.

“I repeat, I have a little girl in a collapsing building, do not start that thing up! Does anyone copy? Hello?!”

But by then it was too late.

Tony had to close his eyes, the blast was so powerful and bright, knocking him off his balance momentarily. A pulse was sent through the air, and by the time the light had disappeared the area below him was filling with smoke from the surrounding structures beginning to collapse. Without hesitation, Tony started rocketing down into the destruction, the once familiar city block now resembling a dystopian YA novel setting. Tony flew around, taking a frantic minute to try and regain his barings.

“Friday? Friday, get me heat signatures, now!” Tony yelled when he found his voice again, knowing until the smoke cleared his eyes would be useless. “Peter?!”

“Two heat signatures in this building to your left, boss.” Friday replied, the AI sounding nervous. Tony turned, a shiver shooting through his body when his eyes met the giant pile of destruction. He raced towards it without so much as a second thought, all but crashing into the rubble, anxiety coursing through his veins.

“Peter, do you copy?” Tony asked sternly and slowly, making his voice as clear as he could manage.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter’s voice came through the line fuzzy, but it was his voice nonetheless. He heard Peter coughing in his ear as the smoke and dust surrounding Tony began to clear.

“Pete! Pete, Peter, are you hurt?” Tony asked. “Friday, can you get me his vitals?”

“Mr. Stark, I’m fine, but I’m not alone.” Peter explained.

“Is that Iron Man?” The voice of a starstruck young girl rang through Tony’s ears. Tony’s heart clenched. He couldn’t freak out now, not with two kids in danger.

“This is Iron Man,” Tony confirmed in as calm a voice as he could manage. “Who’s this?”

“This is Sara, Spider-Man gave me his mask to wear!” The little girl announced excitedly.

“She needs the oxygen,” Peter explained. “Karen scanned our pocket, we’re sealed in airtight.” Peter paused to cough, weaker than before. “I hope you’re working on a way to get us out of here, Karen says we’ve only got about eight minutes of oxygen in here.” He paused for just a second too long. “Correction; I’ve only got eight minutes of oxygen in here.”

“Can you send me the scan?” Tony asked. Five seconds later a scan was popping up in the corner of his eye, and he stood stunned for a moment as the reality of the situation sank in.

The length of the pocket of rubble Peter and this little girl were in left very little space to be desired. Peter was on his side, his arm protectively around the little girl, holding one of her small hands, one leg bent as if he had hunched himself around her as protection, but the other.. “Peter when were you going to tell me your leg is being crushed under a building?” Tony was restraining from yelling and swearing as best he could. He heard Peter chuckle weakly

“Surprise.” His voice was already growing weak. Tony turned away from the building to see the rest of the team approaching him. Rhodey was the first to speak.

“Damage Control is gonna be here in twenty minutes.” He offered. “That’s as fast as they can get here.” Tony immediately flew up into the air, the sound of Peter coughing weakly in his ear burning in his chest.

“Well you tell them twenty minutes is gonna be too late, we need them here now!” Tony yelled as he started blasting at the building with his repulsors. He looked down at the rest of his teammates. “Don’t just stand there we need to get these kids out!”

“Mr. Stark, the suit has enough oxygen for two hours, that’s your time frame.” Peter explained. “Sara is gonna be safe here until then.” Tony only added more power to his blasting.

“Yeah and what about you, Peter? Leaving you down there isn’t an option, kid.” Tony stated firmly.

“Mr. Stark, spiders can survive days without oxygen I’m sure I’ll-” Peter started to explain before Tony cut him off.

“Yeah and you’re not a spider, are you? No, you’re still a human, and humans need oxygen! We’re not discussing this. We’re getting both of you out of there in time.” Tony moved closer to the building when he noticed how little his repulsors were doing to destroy the rubble. “C’mon Friday,” Tony whispered to himself, frustrated. “I need more juice.”

“Boss, there’s not enough power left in the suit do any real damage, there’s just too much here.” Friday said. Tony felt his stomach drop, swearing despite knowing a little kid was listening to him.

“Can we try digging them out?” Tony asked as Friday scanned the building.

“We can try, but they were on the third floor when the building collapsed, they’ve got about 100 feet of rubble on top of and surrounding them, boss.” Tony started running calculations in his head as Friday kept talking. “We won’t be able to reach them in the remaining six minutes fifty seconds.” Tony knew the math, but he wasn’t accepting that as an answer. Man, where was Thor when you needed him? The fucking wizard even, or a-

“We may not be able to, but I know someone who might..” Tony muttered to himself in realization. He flew back down to the ground, finding Bruce among the debris on the street with Clint and Natasha. “Banner, if we’re gonna get to Peter in time we could really use a Hulk.” Banner nodded. “Clint, take Nat and Sam and see if you can clear the roads enough for damage control to get to us. I’ll stay here with Rhodey and Cap.” Everyone nodded in agreement to the plan and set off to work.

“And here I was thinking Bruce was gonna save the day for once.” Bruce chuckled before he transformed into the Hulk. Tony managed to get his attention before he went bezerk.

“Hulk, this is a rescue mission, okay? Spider-Man is trapped under that building with a little girl.” Tony began to lay out the situation. “We need your muscle, but you have to be careful not to trap them under there, you got that?” Hulk nodded down at Tony.

“Hulk won’t hurt little spider or little girl.” He replied, almost solemnly. Tony nodded back as the Hulk lept into action, helping Cap and Rhodey remove wreckage in an attempt to get to Peter and Sara. Tony was right behind him. They all threw themselves into trying to dig Peter and the little girl out of the wrecked apartment, and after a minute of or two of silence on the other end of the coms, Tony spoke up.

“Spider-Man? How’re we holding up, kid?” Tony asked, his voice unsure and strained.

“Spider-Man said he’s sleepy.” Sara replied, causing everyone to pause and pass around a worried look before throwing themselves into working harder.

“Sara, is Spider-Man still awake?” Steve asked, grunting as he yanked at the pile in front of him.

“Just tryin’ to conserve... oxygen.” Peter mumbled, his breathing already becoming shallow. Tony bit his lip. This wasn’t good.

“The pocket you two are in, how structurally sound is it?” Rhodey asked.

“It’s uh…” Peter took a long pause to try and catch his breath, which did nothing to calm Tony in the slightest. “We’re under a.. Jus’ a big slab of concrete… Tilted.. Karen doesn’t think it’ll… It’ll fall in on us…”  Peter coughed weakly again.

“His air’s filling up with CO2 fast, boss.” Friday informed Tony, quietly. ”He doesn’t have a lot of time.” Tony swore under his breath, quiet enough that no one heard him.

“Sara? Can I ask you something?” Tony asked as he and Steve removed a support beam from the rubble in front of them.

“Hi Iron Man!” The little girl replied, and Tony’s heart began to hurt. He knew Peter was keeping her calm under there, and he was so damn proud.

“I need you to keep an eye on Spider-Man for me, okay? If he falls asleep, if he starts changing colours, if he sprouts some new spider legs, I want you to let me know right away, okay?” The question was a serious one, but was trying his best to keep the little girl calm. He heard her giggle in affirmation.

“I promise!”

Tony heard faint sirens getting louder, he was so focused on trying to clear a way to rescue Peter and the girl, he hadn’t noticed Nat, Clint and Sam rushing over to them, damage control close behind. He breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Spidey, you still with us? Damage control is here, you still breathing?” Tony ask urgently as Steve greeted damage control with their current situation.

“Air’s… Air’s gettin’ thin, Tony…” Peter gasped, and Tony knew he was in trouble when Peter didn’t refer to him as ‘Mr. Stark’. Poor kid probably didn’t have enough air to, nor did he sound at all uncomfortable using his mentor’s first name. Also not a good sign.

“It’s okay, Pete, we’ll get you out soon..” Tony said, backing away from what was left of the building and worriedly looking at how little progress the four of them had made. “Friday, how much oxygen does he have left?” Tony asked, not ready for the answer to his question. He kept backing away, trying to distance himself from the answer.

“About a minute and thirty seconds, if my data from Karen is correct.” Friday replied, her tone somber. She said the one thing Tony wasn’t yet ready to admit. “They aren’t going to reach him in time, boss.” Tony looked over the collapsed apartment building, damage control already pulling the rubble apart with their big machines, tools that were much more well equipped to deal with this kind of thing than his suit was. Tony did his best to choke back a sob.

“Pete? Pete, Damage control is working on getting you two out of there as we speak, okay? You’ve just gotta hang on.” Peter let out a tired chuckle.

“We..” He sassed, a grin prominent in his voice. The sob Tony was holding back escaped him as a half laugh. Peter coughed quietly. “Jus’ make sure… Sara…. ‘s out..” Peter coughed weakly again, and at this point coughing was a reassuring noise.

“We will, kid. Sara’s gonna be safe, don’t worry.” Tony reassured, knowing the little girl could hear him. “Both of you are gonna get out safe, we just need you to hang on a little bit longer, kid, please.” His voice was unsteady, afraid he wasn’t telling the truth.

“No.. no one else g-uh-ot… Huhh, hurt, ‘ight?” Peter asked desperately between wheezing gasps, pain evident in his voice for the first time. “We.. we got ev’yone.. Ngh… Out?” The fact that Peter was even asking that question right now made Tony want to scream.

Instead he just tried his best to pretend he couldn’t hear the sound of Peter’s airways seizing up.

“No one else got hurt.” Tony reaffirmed, his head rolling, not sure whether to nod or shake his head. “You and Cap did a great job. You did us all proud, Spider-Man.” Tony heard Peter chuckle, trying to hide a moan of discomfort.

“..I...I’love you... T-uh..Tony…” Tony could hear Peter’s breathless voice straining, trying to make his words clear, his statement sounding more like a question. More like a cry for help.

Tony was about to lose it.

“Tell me that when you’re out here breathing fresh air, kid.” Tony responded, absentmindedly wrapping his arms around himself. “Kid?”

“.. Spider-Man went to sleep.” Sara informed Tony. “And his hand is getting cold.”

“Is he holding your hand?” Tony asked, tears now pricking his eyes but somehow restabilizing his voice for the young girl’s sake.

“He’s always been holding my hand.” Sara replied, a smile evident in her voice. Tony smiled too, wide, feeling the tears slide down his cheeks.

“You... I.. I want you to keep holding his hand, okay? In case he wakes up, so he knows you’re still safe with him, alright?” Tony requested. “And you’ll let me know if anything else changes, won’t you?”

“Of course Iron Man!” The little girl giggled. “I promised! And you’re not supposed to break promises!” Tony shook his head.

“No, you’re not. You’re a very smart little girl, Sara.” Sara giggled out a thank you. Tony wasn’t sure how he was still talking, his body must’ve gone on autopilot. For the sake of the girl. “We’ll have you and Spider-Man out of there really soon, okay? You just keep holding his hand.”

It ended up taking around twenty minutes to find them.

After Peter had gone silent, Tony had pretty much checked out from the rescue mission mentally, his body simply doing whatever it was told to do to help. Steve and Natasha took over talking with Sara. Which at first was odd to everyone. Tony is usually very good at keeping people calm in these types of situations, kids especially, but in those moments he just couldn’t seem to find that in him.

But this time things were completely different. Because this time he was sure that he’d just lost his own fucking kid, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

Sara’s only update on Peter had been that he was starting to turn blue in his sleep. Natasha was quick to make a reference to Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and asked Sara to keep an eye out if Spider-Man started to inflate like a big blueberry.

Each breath Tony took felt like betrayal.

When they were finally found, it felt like everything started moving in slow motion. Paramedics rushed up past him onto the mountain of rubble, carrying their bags and their stretchers, ready to help.

They pulled Sara up first.

Tony got his first glimpse of how Peter had saved her life. His Spider-Man mask was over her head, long auburn hair and a tube leading into Peter’s suit peeking out underneath it. Tony’s mind was suddenly back in his lab with Peter, remembering Peter had made the suggestion to make the oxygen tube to the headpiece adjustable in the first place. Such a small detail at the time, now had saved a little girl’s life.

Upon one of the paramedics removing the mask, the face of a bright green eyed girl was visible. Her hair was messy from wearing the mask, her pale face, red chubby cheeks and nose covered in freckles. She was reaching down to the pit she had just been pulled out of, worry present in her body language and written on her face. Tony wanted to move, wanted to go and help, but he felt completely frozen in place. He wanted to ask Friday if there was some kind of electrical issue with the suit, but his mouth wouldn’t work, either.

It took them eight minutes more to get Peter out.

Because his leg was trapped under more rubble, everyone had to get clear of the structure and the machines had to be brought back in so they could free him. Once they had gotten his leg free, three paramedics jumped down into the hole to get him out.

At this point the little girl was long gone in an ambulance to the local hospital, but Tony hadn’t noticed. His vision was hyper focused on the three heads bobbing up and down, shouting commands and stats at each other Tony wasn’t present enough to try and understand.

“Tony?” It was Bruce that finally tethered Tony back to his body. Hulk was gone, for how long Tony couldn’t know. Long enough for Bruce to redress and recompose himself. He felt Bruce tap lightly on his chest plate, and Tony’s suit was opening up before Tony realized he had opened it. If it wasn’t for Bruce standing right next to him, he would’ve fallen flat on his face. He leaned into his friend, draping one arm around his neck in some sort of desperate hug as he kept reminding himself to breathe.

“He’s.. What’s his… Is he..?” Tony tried to speak, tried to ask if Peter was okay, but his mouth seemed disconnected from his brain.

“They have cars waiting for us, Tony. We’re gonna meet them at the hospital, okay?” Bruce explained, slowly and clearly. Tony still couldn’t pull his eyes away from where Peter was. What the hell was taking them so damn long?

“We.. Why can’t..?” Tony made another unsuccessful attempt at asking a question as Bruce started leading Tony to a now cleared street where cars and emergency vehicles were waiting. “I wanna ride with him.”

“You’ll be able to see him when we get to the hospital, Tony.” Bruce reassured. Tony tripped, once again being saved from falling on his face by Bruce, his panicked gaze falling to the concrete below him as he tried to regain his balance. A gagged breath escaped his lips as he tried to regain his footing, feeling as if the entire world was quaking below him. Bruce helped Tony stand up straight and he started walking again, but what Tony saw in the corner of his eye made him stop dead in his tracks.

Peter, lying lifelessly on a stretcher, surrounded by medical personnel as they wheeled him towards one of many ambulances. He had a brace holding together what Tony knew was a completely shattered leg, and another round his neck. Someone had a bag valve mask pressed to his face, pumping air into his lungs. His face some ungodly shade of blue/grey.

He looked dead.

“He’ll be okay, Tony.” Bruce supplied, pulling Tony’s gaze back to him. “Tony listen to me, he’s gonna be fine.” Tony’s eyes darted back and forth between Bruce’s concerned face, and Peter being loaded into an ambulance. He looked back to his friend, falling further into his embrace as the full weight of the situation finally slammed into him. He didn’t need Friday to do the math for him. He locked eyes with Bruce once again, the familiar sensation of tears sliding down his cheeks.

“No,” His whole body was shaking, “He won’t be.”

[creaturebloom]

this is a 65 question ask meme and im the bitch that’s filling it all out at once to waste time

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? oh yeah definitely, but it’s usually the other way around where everyone else is real and i am not

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? idk like a 2.5 i guess

3. The person you would never want to meet? i mean. i don’t know ??? how can i know who i don’t want to meet until i have met them and decided they’re the worst

4. What is your favorite word? akimbo

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? i would WANT to be a weeping willow, but in all honesty i’d probably be a birch or some type of maple

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? i honestly cannot recall

7. What shirt are you wearing? a grey pajama shirt

8. What do you label yourself as? the skeleton god

9. Bright room or dark room? i mean if we’re talking the absolute brightest room vs the absolute darkest, i suppose i would pick brightest.

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? for once i was actually asleep

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? god probably like 8 years old was good

12. Who told you they loved you last? my dad

13. Your worst enemy? it me

14. What is your current desktop picture? it’s a landscape in the style of like miyazaki movie backgrounds

15. Do you like someone? romantically ? no

16. The last song you listened to? poison vine - noah gundersen

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? just like physically destroy one person ???? idk man. like the consequences of this would probably be too far reaching for me to even fathom. do i get caught ?? does it spark paranoia worldwide ? a string of copy-cat murders ? could i live with myself knowing i killed a human being ?

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? nazis

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? idk like. the idea of a slave that has to do stuff for me for a day is kind of wild. if i can like, make a billionaire my slave and then force them to redistribute their wealth then i’d do that

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) my bones !! i can’t show them to you though, not yet

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? i guess the opposite of nonbinary is SUPER binary so i’d be like half man half woman and i’d look exactly like a halloween costume

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? no, all of my talents are pretty out in the open

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? one unique thing ??? i don’t think anyone really has unique fears. if you dig deep enough they all sort of boil down to the same few things in the end. i guess the most strange fear i have is that spiders will be in my slippers, and so i do not own or wear slippers.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. oh shit ok. idk all the ingredients but one time i ate a vegetarian bahn mi in chicago and it was like the most heavenly sandwich i’ve ever had. i want that again. endlessly.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? honestly at this very moment in time i would buy groceries, and also maybe a pad of watercolor paper

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? oof, leave immediately ??? that limits my choices bc i don’t have a passport. i guess i’d go to like. god idk oregon ? colorado ??? the pacific northwest somewhere.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? wait what am i supposed to figure out if i don’t drink booze ??? like if my plan was to sell it, i’d have to get a liquor license, and that’s a can of worms i don’t care to open. i think i would ask the angel if instead i can get a lifetime supply of, like, that good bahn mi sandwich i was talking about a few questions up.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? no nerds allowed

29. What is your favorite expletive? i’m pretty partial to fuck, but honesly yikes is what i say most often even though that’s not a swear word. petition to make yikes a swear word.

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? hey so one time there was actually the threat of a fire in my house and despite all these questions no one does anything like that. i put on my shoes, grabbed my phone, sunglasses and water bottle because they were all immediately available as i was exiting the house. so as much as i’d love to grab my box of treasures and keepsakes, i absolutely would not and i know this about myself now.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? yikes. i can see the appeal of this for a lot of people, but for myself it’s just uhhh not feasible. i’d always wonder what i erased, and at some point i would uncover the truth. i wouldn’t like to live with that kind of mystery going on.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! oh thank god. i’m moving to a colder climate with universal healthcare.

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? okay i would strike a deal here and let’s say i can bring back two pets instead of one person and in this case i would bring back rusty (family golden retriever), and also kohji (brother’s shepherd mix). i’d like to say i’d bring back my cat, but i have two cats now and i know my brother would really like his dog back.

34. What was your last dream about? i don’t really remember, tbh. i’ve been having a lot of weird dreams tho

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? yes i am a VERY good [something]

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? yes ! it was terrifying and i’d never like to do it again thanks

37. Have you ever built a snowman? no, somehow this was never presented to me as an option any time i’ve been around snow

38. What is the color of your socks? buddy i’ve not worn socks in months. but also generally they are striped with various colors.

39. What type of music do you like? gay stuff

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? sunrises

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? chocolate

42. What football team do you support? oh i sure don’t

43. Do you have any scars? yes, many

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? considering that i am no longer in school, the answer is that i want to do whatever i feel like doing at any given moment

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? i suppose i’d cure my mental illness (which i’m working on, so, this will happen)

46. Are you reliable? oh, no. no thanks. i absolutely am but i hate feeling obligated so i always choose to not put myself in situations where someone needs to rely on me for anything

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? i guess i’d ask if they’re happy

48. Do you hold grudges? i mean. i don’t forget things ........ but i am capable of forgiving people

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? nope ! i’ve seen movies, i know what horror that can cause

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? one time my sister and i were talking to our aunt, and we could not for the life of us figure out if she was trying to GIVE or SELL us some rabbit fur coats she had ......... it’s been over a decade and we still do not know which it was

51. Are you a good liar? yes

52. How long could you go without talking? several million years

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? sorry my hair is indestructible and because of the natural texture it looks great no matter what. i’m blessed and i know it.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? what kind of person doesn’t bake their own cake ????? rich people i guess

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? yes ! but not very well

56. What do you like on your toast? butter, and occasionally cinnamon sugar

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? some cool clouds

58. What would be you dream car? a honda prelude with the pop-up lights

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. i do sing in the shower sometimes, but not loudly

60. Do you believe in aliens? absolutely

61. Do you often read your horoscope? almost every day, but i do my full birth-chart horoscope so that it’s accurate, and not like horoscopes from the newspaper

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? n

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? i mean are they not the same thing. tell me a dinosaur and a dragon are not basically the same things.

64. What do you think about babies? yeah they’re alright. i never want to be in charge of one but i’m alright with them

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of. i guess the most interesting thing i can think to ask myself is which tarot decks i have, and i will tell you. i have the prisma visions tarot (which is amazing), and also the shadowscapes deck (beautiful!), and also a deck of runes that i made myself with a sharpie on a pack of pepsi branded playing cards

[voltronqts]

halloween headcannons

lance

lance is definitely one of those couple/group costumes type of person.

he fucking loves halloween , he still goes trick of treating, this boy does not care.

he actually kind of uses his younger siblings as an excuse to go out and pretends to be watching them. but he’s the first one to snatch his favorite candy out of their bag.

you know those signs on the candy bowl that say, ‘only take one’, he doesn’t take one he takes like three pieces because he’s a rebel™ and doesn’t want to steal all the candy bc he feels bad.

with an s/o he’d do a couple costume, but probably like some pop culture reference one. like grease costume bc that’s really generic, or maybe like some anime character couple (would probably do an ed x winry costume and go all out).

with a group costume he would suggest magic mike without a doubt. everyone says no.

lance trades candy (aka steals it and claims he traded it).

he goes all out with decorations, the house and yard would be filled with Halloween decorations. the best house in the neighborhood™, all the kids love going to his house.

also he has to go to at least once haunted house a year, and surprisingly he doesn’t get scared that easily.

tries to summons demons on halloween and pretends to be possessed. everyone hates him for it smh.

he even still celebrates it while they are in space as best as he can. he gets really excited telling coran and allura about earth holidays.

he spooks everyone too, definitely plays the oujia board. and he tells coran and allura scary stories and urban legends and claims they are 100% true.

keith

surprisingly loves halloween too!!

he doesn’t really dress up but just loves the whole mood during the weeks leading up to halloween.

he watches so many horror movies the whole month and he kind of decorates his room.

he likes the idea of going to haunted house but hasn’t ever been to one. lance promised to take him to one once they get back on earth.

keith would do a generic costume, like a vampire. and like all he does is wear all black, have a cape, and dollar store fake teeth that glow in the dark. buys fake blood and just pats it on his face.

okay he dressed up as the grudge boy one year and freaked everyone out.

he doesn’t go trick or treating.

but he also doesn’t personally give candy out to kids. (i mean he lives in the fucking middle of nowhere) but let’s say he lived in a neighborhood he would just be that person that leaves a bowl of candy out and just tapes a sign on that says, ‘take a few. NOT ALL.’

he has no opinion on couple or group costumes. doesn’t care either way.

wow, get ready for this, but when he gets back on earth after the whole universe is saved and what not. he finally has a family to spend the holidays with and he’s so happy and he will do whatever they want too. he’s just so happy.

oh, he plays along with lance when lance is telling coran and allura about the urban legends and spooky stories. and says that lance isn’t lying that it’s 100% true.

even adds in his own details and makes up so. he’s literally so amazing at playing along.

he finds it really funny how spooked allura and coran are getting and how they keep saying humans are messed up.

he tells allura and coran that, “big foot attacked him in his house one day and he had to fight him.”

oh and he definitely takes a handful of candy when it says only take one. smh

shiro

shiro is a simple man. he enjoys the holidays. he went to halloween parties, he went trick or treating, he went to haunted houses / mazes.

he usually dresses up as a tv show/movie character though, and his costumes were always 10/10.

he enjoys decorating and he doesn’t go all out like lance, he has a cute and neat yard and house. you know like some styrofoam gravestones, an inflatable pumpkin or skeleton, spooky colored lights, spider webs, a skeleton somewhere and a bat. his folks are simple.

enjoys couple and group costumes a lot but hates planning it and getting everyone to go through with it.

watches a lot of halloween movies, not necessarily horror, just kidish movies from his childhood with the occasional spooky one thrown in.

considers the nightmare before christmas a halloween movie.

gives away a lot of candy, like two handfuls per kid bc he just can’t resists how cute and excited they look. always spends way to much on candy every year but it’s worth it seeing the children smile and get amazed. buys the brand names candy too.

he doesn’t play along with lance telling allura and coran about the spooky things on earth. just kind of sits back and relaxes, until he realizes that coran and allura are legitimately getting freaked out.

refuses to let lance play the ouji board. will through hands if necessary (jk shiro wouldn’t do that.)

pidge

the type of person to change their username to something ‘spooky’.

dresses up as a meme, ‘you know i had to do it to em.’

or dresses up as a cartoon character, one year she did mandy from billy and mandy the next year she did raven from teen titans. everyone loved it so fucking much.

queen of creating the best costumes.

‘Nightmare before Christmas is a halloween movie.’ those are fighting words

‘NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS IS A FUCKING CHRISTMAS MOVIE SHIRO!!’

not much of a decorater honestly.

buys candy to give out, but ends up eating it all before halloween comes around. actually doesn’t regret it but pretends too.

she of course watches horror and halloween movies the whole month.

loves scary people. smh evil pidge.

actually takes two handfuls of candy when it only says take one.

doesn’t like group or couple costumes.

definitely plays along with lance when he’s telling allura and coran spooky things.

hunk

always has a small get together for halloween and bakes the best shit. has the best goodie bags and the best decorations.

he either dresses up as gordon ramsey or a witch every year.

doesn’t really care too much for haunted houses or horror movies not that he’s necessarily scared of any of it since he knows it’s fake.

he prefers the more lighthearted side of the holiday.

he never really goes trick or treating he likes staying home and giving out candy. he’s actually the best house on the block all the kids rush to his house. gives out the big candy bars and like capri suns.

loves watching the kid halloween movies, makes him nostalgic.

okay but this boy does like spooking people on halloween. especially lance. will just randomly slam the door open while lance is in the shower wearing a scary mask. works every time to scare lance.

he doesn’t get easily scared though surprisingly.

doesn’t like group costumes so much but likes couple costumes.

says nothing while lance spooks allura and coran with his stories, waits to see how far lance can get before they start doubting him.

bonus

— once they get to earth the group costume is definitely scooby doo or stranger things themed costumes. anything that has a large group. definitely get allura and coran to participate it.

[autumn-in-phandom]

Dan&Phil (with no space)

SOLVE THIS CRIME- Dan and Phil play: ‘Layton's Mystery Journey!’ 

Which I think is very cute, has great banter, cooperation, a sassy Dan, a flirty Phil, with no space between them and is definitely worth a re-watch.

Timestamps below the cut because they are lonnng.

0:01 “Hello Dan and Phil Games ‘detectives’"- Phil 0:03 Magnifying glass hand thing, Tomb Raider sound effect and Phil humming Sherlock theme combined 0:11 "Professor Layton, what what"- Dan with hand motions 0:13 Phil holds his composed angelic face while Dan gives the background info. 0:20 Dan sitting by a rainy window pretending to be intellectual. What an image. 0:27 "Lady Layton"- high pitched Dan (find a guy who can do it all) 0:30 "So today I think I'm going to be Sherlock Holmes and you're going to be Watson" -Phil 0:34 "Whatya sayin?"- Dan with that look.

I don't know how they actually feel about Johnlock. They've both referenced it before but have been kind of vague on their stance. Personally I love the show but don't ship them. But the implication of shipping definitely seems to be present and Dan is at the very least feigning disapproval. That or he just wants to be Sherlock. See below.

0:35 "Well I mean, I'm like the Benedict Cumberbatch, I look like Benedict Cumberbatch, I'm more superior at mystery solving."- Nice try Phil. 

Watching Dan's face here is funny, his feigned grumpiness, transitions to a comical frown with a shrug of agreement when Phil says he looks like BC, then a funny scoff to smile at Phil suggesting he's superior.

0:45 Dan bursts Phil's bubble shooting down Scooby Doo 0:49 Woah what a jump cut between happy open mouth Phil to, what do even call that? Is that Phil's resting bitch face? 0:50 Zoom into Dan talking to give Phil a moment to recover. 0:55 "A sneky prev"- Dan 1:00 Playing in Nederlands would add to the mystery or we could test Dan's French.

1:05 "’Katrielle and the Millionaires' Conspiracy’. Dang."- very dramatic Dan 1:09 "I'm already hooked cause there's a little dog outline."- Phil 1:13 "That's all I need to sign up for an app."- Dan 1:19 "Dan&Phil with no space" (what this video should actually be called) 1:24 "Dan question mark Phil?"- strike a pose

(The iPad also assumed it was a typo as it offers Dan&Phil as a suggestion. Earlier suggestions were "Dance" and "Danisnotonfire")

1:33 Phil's monocle/magnifying glass returns with an "aha". Dan claims Phil is "repeating a joke I made at the beginning of the video", not likely Dan. Phil is all joyous laughter. 1:45 "Stop getting paranoid. Not everyone hating another person is about you, Shirley"- Dan (watching Phil's reaction to Dan's rant is hilarious) 1:50 "Are you ready for a video?"- Phil (aka "are you done?") 1:53 "Yeah."- Dan

2:00 "A misty town, in yesteryear." Dan high voice. "I'll stop ruining this." 2:05 They are both delighted by the anime style art 2:12 ‘Daddy!’ "Daddy"- Dan "Daddy. Is the first word you hear."- Phil "Daddy Layton"- Dan nods knowingly. 2:18 "No, this is not Dream Daddy."- Dan  2:29 Sad, guilt, "just a dream." 2:31 "She's got a house plant, which is a lot more alive than all of ours" 2:37 "She opens the curtains, that's why her house plants are alive."- Dan 2:40 "Ohh, that would make sense."- Phil (see Dan's ls) 2:44 Dan supports unpractical fashion choices 2:46 Phil knows a thing or too about diseased English pigeons. 2:53 "I'm going to see some corpses!"- Dan 3:00 London is not a wholesome town 3:05 "Phily's detective world. Mysteries solved for free."- Phil 3:10 "Please I just want company."- Dan after cracking up.

3:13 "Lady and a Tramp." "Nice." 3:15 "Is she gonna eat some sensual spaghetti?"- Phil 3:16 "She's gonna kiss a dog."- Dan 3:19 "The dog's here!"- Phil 3:20 "ADOPT HIM!"- Dan 3:21 "Pet the dog!"- Phil 3:22 "ADOPT HIM RIGHT NOW!"- Dan (okay boys) 3:24 "The dog has a very strange tail."- Dan 3:26 "It's defying gravity." (Wicked on the mind Phil?) 3:30 "I mean okay, I'm sorry, sign me up for talking dog."- Dan 3:45  "Please help, I'm hallucinating talking dogs."- Dan 3:55 "Is it just gonna secrete a cake through the iPad? Cause I'm down for that."- Phil 4:10 "Presuming that we actually ever *mumble mumble*."- Dan 

4:19 "Spoilers abound."- Phil 4:20 "Protection."- Dan 4:27 "Give me a cake!"- Dan 4:29 "Use more of a baker voice."- Phil 4:37 "The Power of Triangles!"- Dan (nice self reference there) 5:01 "What is wrong with you?"- Dan says with fondness 5:10 "That looks less like a K than miine did."- Phil teasing and so close  5:14 "Delet this."- Dan 5:24 "You need to stop saying 'floppy ding dong'."- Phil (um. truth.) 5:35 Phil thinking outside of the box, inside the box, very literally. 5:40 Dan gets really excited by Phil's idea of negative space. Phil gets excited by Dan moving the shapes around. 5:55 The best iPad sharing here. 6:05 Dan starts to get discouraged just as Phil figures it out. 6:10 Dan’s face 6:15 "Mmm (high five) boom."- Dan 6:26 "Well done Phil."- danisasupportivepartner 6:35 "Don't pay me in money, pay me in cakes, that would be a Dan and Phil's detective agency."- Dan 6:40 "How do you like that doggo?"- Phil 6:41 "Up to scratch. Haha ha ha hm."- Dan 6:45 "A bit of a sexy scratch there wasn't it?"- Phil 6:47 "That was a bit weird there, the dog doesn't support that."- Dan 6:48 "Sorry."- Phil (quick, soft, low, subtle banter)

6:55 "I love her voice it's like Hermione Granger meets Beatrix Potter."- Dan 6:59 "What can I do for you?"- Phil imitates her voice, because not only does he look like Voldemort, but he *is* Hermione. 7:15 "I love his ankles rolls because of his floppy skin."- Dan (talking about the dog of course) 7:18 "Aw it's so anime, I love it."- Phil 7:25 "I wanna solve that mystery. That's an ancient civilization?! That looks like a terrifying dystopian future where mantid lizards exist."- Dan 7:36 "Hello. Is that the Watson in this? That looks like you. I'm Lady Layton, you're that guy."- Dan who apparently is fine with the Johnlock dynamic so long as Phil is the Watson character and Dan gets to be a sassy femme Sherlock. (See below) 

7:44 "Ernest."- P 7:45 "Ernest Greeves."- D 7:46 "That's a strong name."- P 7:46 "Amazing."- D 7:47 "I wish I was called Ernest."- P (I think that's what he says) 7:48 "I ship it!"- Dan says all intense and growly 7:55 "Pugsworth." 8:05 "Sherlock exists in the same cannon as Layton."- Dan 8:07 "What"- Phil 8:10 Phil gives the role of Katrelle to Dan. Phil takes Ernest. Dan takes the dog of course and Phil voices Inspector Hastings. 9:30 "In the 'ole of Britain!"- Both in sync, shaking their faces, having fun 9:51 "Frickin slapped. Ernest and Sherl in the corner of Lady Layton's priorities."- Sassy Dan 

10:07 "The Hand That Feeds" (weird fist motion from Phil) 10:12 "Someone's stolen a hand!"- high pitched Dan 10:17 "That's a whole diddly operation."- Dan 10:19 "It was Spider-Man. Tom Holland wants more attention."- Phil 10:21 "Honestly what a fiend(?)"- very quiet Dan 10:34 "Do the lamppost."- Phil (not innuendo just what Dan should be investigating, Phil is trying to get him back on track but is very amused.) 10:39 "Come on, Kat, what are you dawdlin' there for, eh? The case, woman! The case!"- Phil saying dawdlin' and woman in a northern accent is great.  10:40 "Woman."- Dan echos with attitude. 10:49 "Hmph, teachin' Grandma to suck eggs, are ya?" (more things I didn't know I needed to hear Phil say)

10:55 "What bag?"- danisexcited 10:59 Oh my god both their faces right before they say: 11:00 "Wardrobe!"- Both "Yes!"- Phil 11:02 "We found the content!"- Dan Some simple puzzle solving 11:47 "Wait! I want to go in the bag. This is very important."- Dan 11:50 "Wardrobe!" (Sing it Dan!) "Yes!"- Phil 11:54 "Coatless!"- in sync 11:57 "Dating dress"- Dan "Oohh"- both "Oh hel-lo!"- Dan 12:03 "Tomboy. Equestrian ensemble!"- Dan's over the top gestures and Phil's excited face. 12:05 "I want my ensemble to be that."- Phil (of course you do) mirrors Dan's hand to chest movement. 12:07 "Slay me. Jesus."- Dan 12:12 "Sky blue, statement."- Dan 12:14 Phil with the game info. 12:19 "That's me."- Phil 12:20 "Daddy's girl."- Dan 12:21 "Okay that's not me."- Phil laughs

12:30 "He's shady AF"- Phil 12:35 "'Top o' the mornin' to ha!' Its jacksepticeye"- Phil  12:37 What the hell Dan? Calm down. 12:46 "Investigatink"- Dan 12:47 "I can't do an Irish accent."- Phil, belly laugh  12:48 "This is regional dialect reading test the game."- Dan 13:03 "aforementionedly"- both 13:25 "Stachenscarfen"- Dan 13:26 "That's you."- Phil 13:29 "Auf Deutsch"- Dan 13:38 "In a vay, yes. In a vay, no."- Dan (sounds more Austrian) 13:55 Dan yells into the iPad "Out after midnight are you Stachenscarfen? We're onto you!" (simmer down son)

(I love Phil's hands. They are big yet elegant.)

14:53 "You like twiz the..."- Phil doing circle motions 15:14 "Waiting until its midnight."- Dan says somewhere between cocky and uncertain 15:41 "Yeah. I don't- I mean, sure. Why not? It's like you have lives. Do you have lives?"- Dan 15:46 "Yes!"- Phil "YES!"- Dan 15:49 "But was it for the reason that I said?"- still unsure Dan 16:11 "Oh you want to see a dead body do you Earnest, you want to get real, you want to see crime up in your face? I don't think you can handle it Earnest!"- Dan being extra again 16:38 "Nick Booker" pun 16:48 "Wait I can do this one."- Phil 16:50 "Okay go on Phil, do it."- Dan 16:55 Pause that pose 16:57 "I live for the positive reinforcement of Lady Layton being happy that I'm assembling the clock hand."- Dan 17:03 Phil is distracted momentarily by something off to the side. 

17:05 “Hello copper.”- Dan 17:07 "'Ello 'ello 'ello, Miss Layton.'"-Phil 17:09 "That is exactly what he-"- Dan 17:10 "That's what his face looks like"- Phil 17:11 "With his tiny face!"- squeaky Dan 17:12 "It's so squished."- Phil 17:29 "Yeah get in there."- Phil (what was this about? I forget. Context.)

17:38 Danispanting  17:45 "'Magnificent'."- Dan (inside the clock face) 17:46 "That's just what we were saying."- Phil says so sweet. I think they were admiring the art design but it got cut. 17:52 "I know what gets you going Earnest."- Dan (enormous cogs) 17:58 "Like a corpse."- Dan 18:00 "I wanna do it!"- AssertivePhil (not a corpse mind you) 18:02 "Okay Phil, find the cranny. How good is Phil at finding that spot? He found it. There we go."- danisnotappropriate 18:08 "REDDISH WRISTWATCH!"- x12 nice reference 18:26 "UH CLOCK"- both groaning 18:36 "Get that self esteem, yes!"- high pitched Dan

19:17 "Do you know what you're doing or-?"- Phil with the biggest smile 19:19 "Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!"- Dan 19:20 Jumpcut to zoom in on the terrified children and away from a flirty Phil. 19:28 "Woyah!"- Dan 19:32 "Oh no. Oh we f***ed it. Impasse."- Dan 19:42 "You reckon?"- Dan (then “I reckon”) 20:05 "King of Bubbles."- Dan 20:06 "I would not have been able to do that."- Phil 20:07 "Really? You play a lot of uh, of um, shape popping apps."- Dan 20:11 "True. Maybe. Maybe."- Phil's eyes 

20:17 “Who do you think stole the hand?”- Phil 20:21 "I think it was the dog."- Phil 20:36 "I feel like that's a good taste of the mystery solving experience."- Dan 20:38 "Yeah. You've given it a little lick, but you don't know the full answers. Cause you could go find out yourself-"- Phil 20:43 "You just ruined the nice... description..."- Dan 20:46 "Like you've got the flavor."- Phil 20:47 "Why do you- no, no!"- Dan 20:48 "Like a lollipop."- Phil 20:49 "Stop with the licking!"- Dan 20:50 "Sorry."- back to innocent angel faced Phil

21:00 Price and Promo 21:16 "I'm just here for the anime to be honest, like a show I just started watching."- Dan 21:20 Phil tongue 21:21 "A lick of the Layton Lolly."- holy hell Dan, looking at Phil while saying that was indecent 21:31 "Clicking our buttons."- Phil 21:34 "For more vids, last vid."- Dan 21:38 "I'm gonna go kidnap a talking dog."- Dan 21:39 Sherlock theme outro and eye hand thing by Phil.

[ookamitsu]

50 more interesting questions

Rules: fill this out and tag at least one person you’d like to know more about! Or just fill it out! Or don’t! Answer only some of them! Make up your own questions! “What kind of requirement is that”, you ask? A reasonable one! Who am I to tell you what to do? Anything goes!

tagged by @acrispyapple​ this was very long 

1. What kind of food can’t you stand? really spicy food, tho recently i’ve been getting better at handling spices. Also food that has cauliflower or cilantro

2. If you could choose one minor inconvenience to never have to deal with again, what would you pick? I’d love it if my fish tanks could magically clean themselves and feed the fish, that’d be great

3. Have you got any useless talents? is not being affected by the caffeine in coffee a talent? 

4. If you were really really good at one thing, what would it be? Probably drawing. I have soo many ideas but hardly any artistic talent lol. 

5. Name a few people you think are extremely good-looking gdragon and top from bigbang

6. What was your favorite way to pass the time as a kid? I wasn’t allowed to go outside really when I was younger so all I did was read books, watch tv, rewatch disney movies and harry potter movies over and over. 

7. What is something you’re proud of? eh, I don’t think i’ve done anything worth being proud about yet...ask me again when I have a career

8. What’s one character flaw in people that you just can’t tolerate? I hate when people don’t have proper manners, it’s so annoying. 

9. Do you consider yourself to be more of a leader or a follower? oh a follower for sure. I am but a humble, shy sheep~ leading requires effort lol and it just isn’t interesting for me. Although, if i’m forced into a leadership position I’ll do well, it’s just that I do want to do it. 

10. What kind of student are/were you? a pretty good kiddo. Never gto into trouble, and besides my ap physics grade back in junior year I never had low grades. Had to stay in tip top shape academically in order to get anything I wanted and not be disowned by my mom lol. 

11. Butterfly effect question! Has there ever been a seemingly minor decision you’ve made (at the time) that ended up having a profound influence on your life? eh I don’t really think so but maybe

12. Name your most irrational fear/aversion SPIDERS, they’re the devil’s animal haha. so that and most most insects ughhh 

13. Are there any fictional characters you find especially relatable? hmmm...maybe the mc from kiss him, not me? She’s into weeb shit, I’m into weeb shit. She likes yaoi, I like yaoi lol but she is way more into it than I will ever be. Also she’s surrounded by hot guys, which I am not and that is the ultimate tragedy. 

kind of drunk are you? Alternatively, what sort of person are you at parties? I’m still underage so i dunno. Ask me again in January when my bff turns 21, I’ll let you know. At parties I’m super awkward so I’ll either just stand around looking really awkward or follow my friends around. 

15. Do you fall in love easily? Or does it usually take a long time for you to trust someone? it’ll take a loooong while. I don’t trust guys (or most people). you can’t unlock my tragic backstory that easily if  you date me. 

16. Would you rather have one close friend or 100 casual friends? one. I love having close bonds with people because then I won’t feel lonely. Also who needs that many friends. 

17. Do you consider yourself to be more of a slob or a neat-freak? I like to have things clean for the most part. Though I might get really lazy and just throw things down and not put them away for a few hours lol. Also my desk can get pretty messy sometimes and becomes a sort of organized chaos, but I’ll always fix it anyway since the mess will eventually bother me. 

18. Describe a place (imaginary or real) that you would find incredibly cozy. Somewhere where the weather isn’t terribly hot or cold in their respective seasons and is overcast  most of the time. Or Loches, France. I freaking love that place it’s really nice.

19. Do you have kids? If not, do you want them someday? I’d love to have kids, at least 3. 

20. What was your favorite book as a child? I used to read the goosebumps and fear street series a lot. Also harry potter, a series of unfortunate events and the chronicles of narnia (Though fo some reason I couldn’t remember the books in that series at all but luckily @acrispyapple​ told me to reread it and now I have renewed love for it) 

21. Name one thing you just don’t get what all the hype is about yeah fidget spinners are pretty dumb and I see them wherever I go. 

22. Name one thing that you think is tragically underrated learning how to type properly? I think a lot of people barely know how to type and it upsets me to no end. I hate when people finger peck at the keys, they’re so slow.

23. If you had to be glued to a person for a month, real or fictional (who you have never met), who would you choose? hmm, maybe natsume takashi from natsume yuujinchou. Mostly becuase I really like him. Also being attached to him means I can cuddle nyanko-senesei. Or Nikkari Aoe from touken ranbu because I love him too. 

24. What’s something you’d like the chance to do someday? travel all over! 

25. Do you typically speak your mind when you have a controversial opinion? Or do generally prefer to not rock the boat? I don’t like confrontation so I keep my mouth shut usually. 

26. What’s the dumbest fad you’ve been caught up in? hmm, not sure

27. What’s something you thought was cool as a kid/adolescent, but now cringe at yourself for? *war flashbacks of being emo*

28. What’s a trait you consider to be very admirable? I admire people who can speak their minds without fear, of course they also have to have tact. Also the kind of people who are so good at leading that you’ll naturally want to follow them.

29. Is there a particular kind of item people always tend to give you as gifts? (For instance, people always get you things with ducks on them because you like ducks, etc.) people like to give me things with cats bc cat’s are God’s greatest gift to humanity. I appreciate money just a little more though lol. 

30. Do you speak multiple languages? Which ones? Yup. English, French, and Japanese. I really want to learn Korean, German and Spanish but I usually spend half of my free time on continuing japanese studies so we’ll see. 

31. Would you rather live in the big city or the countryside? Neither. I like the suburbs. Either that or smaller cities at least. 

32. Has there ever been something you were certain you’d hate, but ended up loving? sarada uchiha. When I first saw her at the end of naruto i kinda automaically hated her because I hate sakura. But ever since gaiden and the boruto movie I saw her personality and realized that I lover her haha. So whenever I see her in a boruto ep I’m pretty happy. 

33. Do you mind being the center of attention, or do you prefer the spotlight to be on someone else? nope, I get so uncomfortable. I’m happy enough to not be noticed. 

34. Favorite holiday? Christmas! I’m so obnoxious about it haha. I love singing Christmas songs and I’ll gladly sing along to the Christmas music that plays in stores and stuff. 

35. Are you a more go-with-the-flow type of person, or do you need to have things planned meticulously? a bit of both. For the most part I’m go with the flow but for most important things that happens outside of home life having some kind of plan is logical and for the best .

36. Is there something you loved so much you wish you could forget it and experience it all over again? (A tv show, book, series–anything.) the dragon age series and mass effect series. 

37. What hobbies do you have? reading, running this crap blog, doodling, studying, video games

38. If you could have a superpower, but it was only mildly useful, what ability would you want to have? the ability to make things clean themselves. 

39. Something people are always surprised to learn about you I’m super lazy! I give off the impression that i would never ever be lazy which is just a lie lmao. That doesn’t mean I won’t do the work that I have to do. One can’t be remiss about those things you know, you’ll set yourself up for failure that way. I just hate wasting energy  

40. Something that took you way too long to figure out  I can’t work @cyniccat​‘s sewing machine properly for the life of me.

41. Worst injury you’ve had? I accidentally ripped the skin off of one of my toes with a door. 

42. Any morbid fascinations? idk

43. Describe your sense of humor eh idk, I like sarcasm since I have such rapier wit. I also love really lame jokes lol. but I usually find most things 

44. If you had to be born in another era/place, which would you choose? well I wouldn’t want to live in another era because they weren’t such fun times for poc’s. But If I could live in another place, I’d rather live in either Canada or France. Maybe Japan. 

45. Something you are irredeemably bad at I can’t summarize that well without rambling. 

46. Something that sucked but you’re glad you went through school. Even though it made my cry and my workload stressed me out I met my best friends there and more importantly I got an education. 

47. Would you rather have a really godawful ugly tattoo in a place that is only slightly inconvenient to conceal with clothing (upper arm, thigh, etc.), or the coolest, most beautiful tattoo ever in the middle of your face? (Neither tattoo can be removed or concealed with makeup, and the ugly tattoo will deeply offend anyone who sees it.) I don’t want a tattoo ever, so the ugly one but like what’s so offensive about it??

48. Are you more of an optimist or a pessimist? for a pessimist i’m pretty optimistic 

49. What would be the most flattering compliment someone could give you? “you fight good”. uh i’m not sure. I don’t take compliments well so even if it was the most flattering thing I probably wouldn’t believe whoever said it and just awkwardly laugh and say thanks. 

50. Something you feel people often misunderstand about you hmm people who don’t know me think I like talking irl. I’m more of a listener. 

i’m only tagging two people bc I like to see them suffer with me but this is open to anyone who wants to do it

@krazy19kat @dicksoutforzarkon

[bb-bambam]

question tag

thanks for tagging me @yieniall i love u so much!!! i tag @jacksonwangtastic @jongdaesi @jongins-laugh @cutepimook @jungkookies-cookie only if u want to do it ofc!!

1| how old were you when you had your first kiss?

15 rip lmao 2| What made you decide to have a tumblr blog? for my main blog: soccer and merlin (the tv show) tbh lmaooo and for this blog it was the fact that someone told me 2 tag all my kpop and i was like lmao okay time to Make A New Blog 3| Been depressed: y e a i’m really really trying to overcome this but obvi it’s not easy and there are some rly hard days expecially considering i’m not at home where i can get support from ppl who i trust to talk abt these types of things 4| how many people have you fist fought? lmfaoooo none 5| do you want to have kids? how many? sure do!! probably 2 or 3 !! 6| Do you want to change your name: nah i’m okay with my name 7| Right or left handed: right 8| do you have piercings? how many? my ears (just one in each) and my nose (left nostril)! 9| who was the last person you cried in front of? lmfao one of my college friends bc we watched train to busan and i completely couldn’t handle it i cried 3 times 10| do you believe in soulmates? ya!! i love the idea and i fully believe that everyone has a half that they can find somewhere, whether it be platonic or romantic

11| Zodiac sign: by birth gemini but by personality/temperament/everything else cancer lol! 12| Do you have a dream job? not particularly but i do like the idea of doing smth for nasa or some space-related program someday

13| A crush: there’s this rly cute girl who i literally have never talked to in my life nor do i know her name but she’s so ideal i always catch myself staring at her when i see her walking around campus lmao 14| What do you like about yourself: my hair!!! it’s rly super long rn and i want to cut it but i also don’t bc i’m proud of how i’ve maintained it for so long!! 15| Right now eating: nothing lmaoo it’s 10 pm!! 16| who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? avani of Course 17| Height: 5′5″ 18| what is/are/were your best subject(s)?

math (especially calc 3 which i LOVE LOVE LOVE), physics, spanish (?? somehow), chem, bio (i hate both chem and bio tho lmfao)

19| Met someone who changed you:

does avani count lol i would say probably my best friend bc he really has helped me a lot especially when i was recovering from my worst period of depression and to this day i’ve never met another person who i connect with so well and who i can talk to the way i can with him and idk we’ve gone through our ups and downs but i trust him with my life and idk it’s just really nice to have someone who fits so well with me and can just randomly come over to my house for a family dinner and be unquestioningly welcomed by my whole family

20| do you like someone: is this supposed to be like,,, a crush bc wasn’t this already asked?? lol but idt that counts as “liking” her bc i don’t even know her!! it’s just a crush lol

21| I’m about to: work on my math take-home exam!!! fun stuff -__-

22| do you believe everything happens for a reason? to some extent yeah, but there are some things that i feel like just. can’t be explained or justified 23| Sports I joined: soccer and cross country, but currently i only dance  24| what’s irritating you right now? the fact that i STILL haven’t started either of the two papers i have due on monday lmao 25| do you give out second chances too easily? maybe...my mom always tells me i’m too nice for my own good and that people can easily take advantage of me which is possibly true but i wouldn’t rly know tbh 26| What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i really really wish i had listened to my parents when they tried to make me learn hindi and marathi :/// i always feel so lost when we go to india and it sucks 27| are you mean? i try not to be as much as i can :(( 28| Cried when someone died: so so many times :( when two of my cats died, when my grandparents passed away, and also sometimes when i read news of someone i don’t even know who died i cry 29| Blood type: i’m gonna be honest...i have no clue 30| If you could meet ANY Korean CELEBRITY (Includes Actors, Models, K-Music artists, etc.), who would it be? exo without any doubt at all including the ex members :((( and got7!!

31| Birthday: june 13 32| Been drunk and thrown up: no lmaooo but i did get tipsy off two glasses of wine once and off one shot of soju another time so ya i don’t have the best tolerance lmfaooo 33| are you scared of spiders? i’m terrified of pretty much all moving creatures 34| What would you like to achieve (or experience) before the age of 60?

i want to live in spain for at least some portion of my life!! and also go to an exo concert rip

35| What do you wish for the most to happen? this may sound dumb but for ppl to wake up and realize that issues like global warming and racism are?? real things??? wtf 36| is cheating ever okay? absolutely never never never 37| Do you have any pets: mi babie cats!!! i love and miss them 38| When did you get into kpop and how? december 2015! it was all thanks to avani who showed me danger by bts (yes they were my first group but anyway) it all escalated from there!! 39| Favorite animal? cats <333 40| Love at first sight: i think it’s possible to experience attraction at first sight and the love comes later bc you need to really know a person to really “””love””” them just my opinion idk 41| how do you want to die? peacefully hopefully! 42| Lips or eyes: eyes!!! 43| Hair length: mine is almost past my hips now!! 44| would you go back in time if you were given the chance? lmao as long as no world-ending paradoxes would occur 45| who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? a guy in my abnormal psych class for a group project lmfaooo 46| how exactly are you feeling at the moment? pretty good since i have some nice exo blasting in my room rn 47| Laughed until you cry: soooo many times lmfaooooo 48| favorite food? i’m a sucker for chocolate chip cookies lmaooo 49| when was your last physical fight? LMAO with avani like,,,, 10 years ago?? idk when we stopped fighting physically and became Friends but let me tell u...we were not always the way we are now lmfaooo 50| Do you believe in yourself: on occasion lol

[arorocanada]

ohhhh i'd love to hear more about your ruins caretaker papyrus AU!

Oh, you’re so sweet??? Thank you so much for being interested, and sorry for not answering earlier, I was busy with college ;-;

Also, hm, I know we haven’t actually had a conversation, like, ever, but I know you’re the Queen of Papyrus fics and ideas, so I thought maybe you’d be interested in this @zefive??? (sorry if you aren’t feel free to ignore me)

I haven’t actually thought about that AU in a loooong time. I haven’t even played Undertale in a long time, so I may not remember some things very well. Basically, it all starts as a Genocide Route, where Frisk is in the Ruins and meets Toriel. Frisk kills everyone, then kills Toriel, and then they get out of the Ruins.

Everything keeps happening like in a Genocide Route, until they have to fight Papyrus. And then the miracle happens, they decide to stop killing. Papyrus’s words get to them, and they break down crying, a bit like in this comic.

So now Papyrus has a child who is probably the biggest murderer in the entire Underground but seems to be in shock at the moment, a best friend who will try to kill the child no matter what, a deserted town that will not stay deserted for very long now that the kid has stopped killing, and a brother who doesn’t know anything about this yet.

But! Papyrus doesn’t give up! He can see Frisk suffering for what they did, and he sincerely thinks even the “worst person” can change. So he hides Frisk in the forest (maybe in one of the Sentrty Stations??? The cave??? I’m not sure), with the promise that he’ll visit them every day with food and stuff.

Eventually the habitants of Snowdin come back, really curious about what happened to the murderous human. Papyrus simply lies and says he never met the human, they just didn’t get to Snowdin. Sans doesn’t suspect anything, but is really curious about where the determined human could have gone.

Papyrus tries to act normally, which is… hard. Everyone in Snowdin is mourning the deaths of their friends. The dogs are especially missed, and Papyrus feels extra bad for Doggo (if you kill Papyrus in the Neutral Route Doggo asks for him, so I like to headcanon them as friends). The fact that he’s hiding their murderer makes him feel… weird, but he knows Frisk really regrets it.

Meanwhile Undyne has gone insane. There isn’t a better way of saying it, more than half of his Royal Guard is dead and suddenly the killer disappears??? NO WAY. So she gets obsessed with searching every place in the Underground, and she gets especially obsessed with the Forest.

Papyrus knows the Forest isn’t a safe place for Frisk, but he doesn’t really have any other place. But then Frisk (who is still shaken over everything they have done, and can’t really sleep because of how guilty they feel), guides him to a door. Now, I don’t actually remember this part of the AU very well (????), but Frisk has a way to open the door (a key??? no idea), and they get inside. The fact that there’s a pile of dust in front of the door and that it leads to a house kinda shakes Papyrus, but he keeps going. Frisk tells him everything, how they fell, how they killed everyone, how they killed the nice lady who was going to take care of them, and how hateful her last words were.

Soooo. Now the Ruins are empty (well, there’s a certain ghost, and spiders, but Paps doesn’t know that yet). There’s a big big house, with food, and fire, and a bed, and it is decided that Frisk will stay there, while Papyrus goes back to his routine, occasionally visiting Frisk to bring food and things. Great, right?

No.

Going back to routine when half of the guard is dead (all of which were your friends) sucks. Not being able to help a child who can’t hardly live because of their mistakes sucks. Having your best friend obsess over finding someone to the point that they don’t sleep or eat sucks. Realizing that, after everything that happened, your best friend is still trying to shield you from the world because she thinks you won’t be able to survive sucks. Lying to your brother sucks. And realizing that your brother doesn’t even worry about any of your sudden disappearances sucks even more.

So Papyrus starts spending more time with Frisk in the Ruins, trying to help them, and also because he wants to get away from Sans, from Undyne, and from Snowdin in general. His schedule quickly adapts to this, and Sans doesn’t even seem to notice, which makes him furious. Spending time with Undyne is more and more uncomfortable, and he tries to help, he really does, but nothing he says will cheer her up, and only thing that could help would be finding the killer and he can’t help her with that.

His relationship with both Sans and Undyne starts to deteriorate. At first it isn’t visible, he’s just… distancing himself. But suddenly everything seems to get super fast and he’s fighting with Undyne because she just won’t quit, maybe it would be better if she stopped, maybe if that’s what being a Royal Guard is like he shouldn’t be one. 

And now Undyne is saying that he has changed, that he acts like he doesn’t care about the deaths of their friends, and tells him what Papyrus has always known but didn’t want to accept: that Undyne didn’t want to make him a Royal Guard, that he wasn’t cut out for the job.

(I gotta say Undyne is EXHAUSTED mentally and physically at the moment, she just doesn’t have the energy to be delicate anymore)

Honestly? I don’t remember much more. I mean, I remember Sans and Papyrus had a reeeeeally bad fight that had been building up during the AU (because Sans didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with Paps, and more stuff I don’t remember), but nothing else.

So Papyrus gets fed up. Done. His more important relationships are with Sans and Undyne (since Doggo is dead), and he’s fighting with both of them. He doesn’t have a purpose anymore, and neither Sans or Undyne seem to actually think he can handle the real world, they’re always treating him like a child.

And then, he remembers that, over all his problems, there’s something more important. He has someone to take care of. Someone who depends on him, someone who respects him, someone he can help. Someone who had opened up to him, who had told him about Toriel, about her mission to save the humans who fell to the Underground. And, in that moment, he knows what to do.

He packs all his things, and leaves a detailed note explaining how he feels to Sans. He may be fighting with him, but he doesn’t want his brother to suffer, thinking his lil bro could be dead somewhere. So he just tells him he can’t do it anymore, and he has decided to move somewhere else. At the very last moment, he adds “at least for some time” to the note, because he still loves Sans, and with that, he leaves.

He moves to the Ruins. He cleans the house as much as he can, but he isn’t sure about moving Toriel’s stuff, because, even is she isn’t coming back, that’s still her house. But he cleans everything, throws away any food they can’t eat (why are there so many snails?), and Papyrus and Frisk live there. Papyrus, who has found a new purpose but isn’t sure he can do it, and Frisk, who wants to atone for everything they have done, even if it’s impossible. Together, they walk through the Ruins together, looking for anyone to save.

Aaaand, that’s it???? I mean, I don’t have anything else. Now that I think about it, there are lots of things that could happen: 

- Napstablook (who, canonically, knows Undyne) meeting Papyrus and Frisk (I’m probably the only Papyrus/Napstablook shipper in Tumblr, okay???)

- Does Papyrus figure out Toriel is the Queen??? Who knows

- The spiders returning to the Ruins and telling Muffet about those two

- Undyne getting even more obsessed about finding the human, thinking they’ve done something to Papyrus

- Sans slowly being less and less able to function (because let’s face it, Papyrus is the one who takes care of the house, and kinda takes care of Sans), going to the gate to talk to the nice lady who laughs at his jokes, only to find out she doesn’t answer anymore

- The possibility of Papyrus coming back sometime, bc tbh I think it would be very difficult for him to stay in the Ruins forever

- Anything about Chara and Frisk

- And honestly, anything about Chara, Frisk, Flowey and Papyrus. I mean, the people Flowey finds most interesting in the Underground??? Together??? Why????

And this whole idea started because I thought “hey, why do people portray Sans as caring over his brother? Papyrus is real caretaker of the family”, and resurfaced because of this post. Honestly, don’t question my imagination.

Aaaaand, that’s it, I finished. THIS is the whole story, or what I planned. If you ever want to talk about this AU with me you’re very welcome ^-^

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This is what happens when this menace: @how-about-i-just tags u in things: Name: Lauren Nickname: Call me PJ (there’s also a list of thirty others hidden somewhere but you will never find it) Zodiac Sign: Leo Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff and #proud! But I was a close Gryffindor (my friends and I reckon I’d be a hat stall) Height: 160 cm exactly (5′1″) Orientation: Demisexual!  Ethnicity: ooh boy I am a mixed smoothie of the British Isles (welsh, irish) and Europe (Italy, Germany) and Scandinavia (Norway), so in result I have the palest olive skin until the sun finds me and 50/50 I turn into the Copic marker colour; burnt sienna or I burn like fried eggs, there is no inbetween Favourite fruit: I hate fruit. I know, I’m terrible. But I do like rockmelon Favourite season: Autumn! Just right temperatures! Unless you live in Sydney and the weatherman said ‘cold all week’ but the sun says ‘hah, na m8, summer’s back for four hours, suffer’ Favourite book series: You cannot possibly expect me to choose. You cannot. This is a terrible question. (But Harry Potter, everything Tolkien, various Marvel comics [check out Ms. Marvel, she’s adorable], Narnia, Percy Jackson, the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Journey to the West-- yeah I could go on) Favourite fictional characters: oh God, this question’s worse. (Harry Potter, [book]Ginny Weasley, Newt Scamander, Peter Parker/Spider-Man, Tony Stark/Iron Man, Steve Rogers/Cap, Johnny Storm/Human Torch, Bilbo Baggins, Gimli Gloinson, Peggy fucking Carter, Merlin (bbc merlin), Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Yuri Katsuki, Vax’ildan, Pike Trickfoot, every Voltron character-- nope, nope I can’t do this, I’m trying to make this concise but this physically hurts me, we’ll be here all day) Favourite Flower: idek man, I like ‘em all, but lily of the valley is cute, and blue bells! Favourite scents: I’m one of those weird people who can’t stand strong smells, I have a really sensitive nose, but vanilla’s nice Favourite colour: BLUE Favourite animal: TIGERS. And dogs. All the dogs. Including wolf-dogs, also known as wolves Favourite artist/band: (I have no favourites, i hate choosing, uGH) Panic! At the Disco, Imagine Dragons, Fall Out Boy, Paramore, Sleeping at Last, Ed Sheeran, Vancouver Sleep Clinic, and once again: I could go on Coffee, tea or hot cocoa?: HOT CHOCOLATE MY DUDE, I WOULD LIVE OFF THAT STUFF Average sleep: I’ve got insomnia, so falling asleep is a bad word, but roughly 6-7 hours, sometimes more if my chronic illnesses really wear me out Number of blankets I sleep with: Three currently, in winter, and summer is one Dream trip: um, everywhere. But Europe most definitely since it’s half my heritage, but I’d also love to see Japan and New Zealand. Last thing you googled: wtf is onenote and at the same time diy armour gauntlet How many blogs I follow: 77 Number of followers: 12 (this is a new blog) What I usually post about: Depends on what thing I’m currently obsessed with, but usually Voltron, shitposts, Marvel, memes, DnD/Table top games, Critical Role, random art, shitposts, Yuri on Ice, memes, Harry Potter, MEMES Do I get asks regularly?: noo, bc I’m a tiny, new blog :) What is your aes: idek ,,, i’ve got no clue,,, the colour blue, books, SWEATERS, parkour, story ideas constantly intruding my every thought, hugs (I hope people r getting hugs. if not i will give the hugs), memes, paint brushes n pencils n sketches idk That’s it! I’ve been #exposed

So, @brindebella (have fun getting tagged twice muahaha), @bat-failure and @ohgodsno! Sorry not sorry <3

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The Ultimate Relationship Tag

Aeron && Zelda

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Disagreements:

Who ismore likely to raise their voice? AeronWho threatens to leave but never actually does? ZeldaWho actually keeps their word and leaves? AeronWho trashes the house? Aeron is more likely to do that.Do either of them get physical? I have the feeling that they would, just not towhich extent.How often do they argue/disagree? I can imagine that’d happen more often thanthey’d think.Who is the first to apologize? Neither of them. I think they’d rather agree topretend it never happened.

Sex:

Who ison top? I’d say Aeron. But Z tries to stay on top, you know.Who is on the bottom? ZeldaWho has the strangest desires? I don’t know but I think instead of telling theother they’d just try and go for it in the heat of the moment and see if theother one plays along?Any kinks? Z is into roleplay. I sadly don’t know about Aeron.Who’s dominant in bed? I’d say both.Is head ever in the equation? Z loves to give and also to receive, not sure ifAeron’s into it though?If so, who is better at performing it? Ever had sex in public? I have the feeling they’d go for it.Who moans the most? ZeldaWho leaves the most marks? AeronWho screams the loudest? Well, if he gets her there it’d be definitely her.Who is the more experienced of the two? I think Zelda? She seems more intosocializing and getting to know people to get intimate.Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Don’t ask me why, but I feel like they’d start in-betweenand in the end leaning more towards the first option.Rough or soft? Of those two possibilities, rough. Doesn’t mean that the other things isn’t an option.How long do they usually last? Until they’re satisfied? I only know that Zwouldn’t let Aeron off the hook if he’d think it’s over once he’s done? Andvice versa.Is protection used? I guess?Does it ever get boring? Only if they’re mad at each other, maybe they’d startbut not get into it at all and just stop in the middle of it.Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? In the internal staircase at herhouse? xD I’m thinking of those linked memes and if they can’t go insidebecause of her mother, how about that if he’s up for it?

Family:

Do yourmuses plan on having children/or have children? Right now, not at all.If so, how many children do your muses want/have?Who is the favorite parent? ZeldaWho is the authoritative parent? Also, ZeldaWho is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? AeronWho lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’taround? AeronWho turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? AeronWho goes to parent teacher interviews? I think both would drag each otherthere.Who changes the diapers? ZeldaWho gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? AeronWho spends the most time with the children? AeronWho packs their lunch boxes? ZeldaWho gives their children ‘the talk’? I think they’d be in this together.Reluctantly because it would be awkward.Who cleans up after the kids? ZeldaWho worries the most? ZeldaWho are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Clearly,Aeron.

Affection:

Wholikes to cuddle? I think both but Aeron wouldn’t admit it.Who is the little spoon? Zelda but she’d most likely would also spoon him.Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? I have the impressionboth would.Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Zelda. Her hands are everywhere. How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Until one of theirlimbs falls asleep.Who gives the most kisses? ZeldaWhat is their favourite non-sexual activity? I think we have to figure that outyet.Where is their favourite place to cuddle? At home on the couch where no one candisturb them.Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? If they’re both comfortablearound each other, I think both would.How often do they get time to themselves? Often enough unless something reallyimportant happens.

Sleeping:

Whosnores? Aeron does but it isn’t bad? Z just kicks in her sleep.If both do, who snores the loudest?Do they share a bed or sleep separately? I think they’d end up sharing a bed.If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? I don’tthink they’re super cuddled up together but they’d still touch each othersomehow, even if it’s subtle.Who talks in their sleep? ZeldaWhat do they wear to bed? I only know that Zelda wears panties and an oversizedshirt, but she hopes that Aeron doesn’t sleep with a shirt on xDAre either of your muses insomniacs? I’m not sure, honestly.Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Perhaps.Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? I thinkthey’d be linked somehow but drift apart during sleep.Who wakes up with bed hair? Both do^^Who wakes up first? ZeldaWho prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Zelda What is their favourite sleeping position? Maybe something like this?Who hogs the sheets? AeronDo they set an alarm each night? No, there are exceptions but generally, no.Can a television be found in their bedroom? I don’t think so.Who has nightmares? AeronWho has ridiculous dreams? ZeldaWho sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? AeronWho makes the bed? ZeldaWhat time is bed time? There’s no such thing!Any routines/rituals before bed? I’m not sure, I tend to say no.Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Aeron. He’s even grumpier than her inthe morning, especially if it’s early.

Work:

Who isthe busiest? ZeldaWho rakes in the highest income? Of the two of them, I’d say Z.Are any of your muses unemployed? I have no idea if Aeron has a job, I justrealized that.Who takes the most sick days? Let’s say Aeron?Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Zelda. Because she’s hurrying fromone job to the other.Who sucks up to their boss? Zelda’s more likely to do that than Aeron.What are their jobs? Again – I have no idea about Aeron but Zelda has severalminijobs which aren’t well-payed. She mostly does surveys and knocks onstranger’s doors.Who stresses the most? ZeldaDo your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Z hates it, Aeron:have no idea what he doesAre your muses financially stable? Not really. There are ups and downs.

Home:

Who doesthe washing? ZeldaWho takes out the trash? AeronWho does the ironing? ZeldaWho does the cooking? Zelda because she’s not into eating dinosaur shapedchicken nuggets all the time.Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Aeron but Z’s also notthe most skilled cook, so… xDWho is messier? AeronWho leaves the toilet roll empty? Z would do thatWho leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? BothWho forgets to flush the toilet? I don’t think any of them would.Who is the prankster around the house? ZeldaWho loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? ZeldaWho mows the lawn? AeronWho answers the telephone? ZeldaWho does the vacuuming? ZeldaWho does the groceries? Both bc she wants to reduce the chicken nuggets consumeWho takes the longest to shower? ZeldaWho spends the most time in the bathroom? Zelda ofc

Miscellaneous:

Is moneya problem? Somehow, yes. How many cars do they own? I don’t know if Aeron has a car. Z doesn’t own one.Do they own their home or do they rent? Renting something sounds realistic.Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? I’d say countryside. Do they live in the city or in the country? City.Do they enjoy their surroundings? I guess it never gets boring in the city.What’s their song? I don’t think we ever talked about the one song, so I’m just gonna come up with a song that I still find fitting for them: Crash into me by Dave Matthews Band.What do they do when they’re away from each other? Zelda works most of the times and looks after her mom. I’m not sure what Aeron does?Where did they first meet? On the parking lot of Z’s High School.How did they first meet? Aeron wanted to pick up Eira and agreed to help Zelda out bc her boyfriend just broke up with her and she needed to show off in front of her friends with him.Who spends the most money when out shopping? I’d say Aeron. Dinosaur stuff.Who’s more likely to flash their assets? ZeldaWho finds it amusing when the other trips over? AeronAny mental issues? I think Aeron is more mentally scarred than Z, so I believe there indeed are issues.Who’s terrified of bugs? BothWho kills the spiders around the house? Z would try to capture and take them outside.Their favourite place? Still to be figured out.Who pays the bills? Both stick with their own.Do they have any fears for their future? Zelda - constantly. I think Aeron does, too.Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? ZeldaWho uses up all of the hot water? AeronWho’s the tallest? AeronWho’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? ZeldaWho wanders around in their underwear? Aeron (Z hopes so)Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? ZeldaWhat do they tease each other about? Aeron teases Z about her height, she teases back about his dinosaur affinity.Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? AeronDo they have mutual friends? I don’t think so. If, it would be a coincidence.Who crushed first? ZeldaAny alcohol or substance related problems? From Z’s side, no. I don’t know about Aeron :/Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Aeron?Who swears the most? I think both are even.