#everyone else is better off without him in their lives because hes spiderman. who the hell wants to get involved with that mess.

[mouseratz]

ah. so like issue 31 is where ASM gets actually good and not in the "weird sixties stuff" way. I think it would be worse without the buildup but the buildup isn't particularly special- but this shift in storytelling is pretty obvious despite having many of the same elements. i see why this stands out as a big one

[devotedlykoneshots]

KIM MINGYU: BEST WIFE EVER

Genre: 🔞 minors dni, established relationship, marriage au, best husband mingyu, smut

Word count: 2,906

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Beautiful would be one word to describe your current mood, that's how your husband made you feel.

He quite literally couldn't keep his hands off of you during the entire night, the dress in his words was made for you.

It hugged your figure just right and it wasn't too revealing , just how he liked it.

During the entire event his hands would be placed practically any and everywhere he could get his hands on.

Your thigh, back, arms, waist. Anywhere. Mingyu was a touchy person but not so much in public, definitely not like this.

"You like my dress this much?"you laugh softly as he placed his hands on your waist again and held your drink up to your lips.

He just smiled and leaned closer to whisper in your ear.

"l'm gonna like it a lot

more later, when you take it off"that made you cough, nearly choking on your drink and he smiles as he takes it from you and gulps down the remaining champagne you had.

"What do you say we get out of here?"he asked you and you nodded, he grabs your hand and pulls you along. Unbeknownst to you that you had a few pairs of eyes on you.

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"First time I saw you, you were fast asleep on the bus, clothes covered in paint, with a

kid on your lap."

"And yet you asked me out."- mingyu smiles fondly at the memory, chin rested on your shoulder at the memory and only pulling away when you stand up to turn to him.

His hands hold onto your hips and he smiles at you, you weren't expecting him to say what he said next.

"How about we have a kid of our own?"your eye widened, you didn't think you'd ever hear him say those words.

"Are you sure? Especially with everything going on right now? The company is just getting up and going"mingyu could see right past you, you were nervous about having a kid with him.

"I asked you remember"he reminded you and you nodded.

"Are you not sure?"he asked genuinely,you bite your bottom lip and move past him to sit on the bed.

"It's not that....I just, you don't think it's too soon?"you asked him and he takes a seat beside you, taking your hands in his own and you turn your body towards his.

"I wouldn't want anyone else to be the mother of my kids other than you and I can wait until you're ready"he said and you looked at him with wonder,you could never figure him out.

He never ceased to amaze you.

You thought he could never build his own company but he did that and so much more.

"Why?"you asked curiously and he chuckles, bringing your hand up and kissing your wedding ring.

"Because you're my wife and I love you"he reminded you and you pouted, you felt extremely lucky and a little emotional because of how lucky you were.

If everyone had a mingyu in their lives, the world would be a better place.

"I love you too"you said, pulling him into a kiss.

"I know, you make it your mission to tell me that.... everyday"he joke and you laugh as he pulls you into another kiss.

That night you fell asleep thinking about your future with mingyu and what it'd be like if you had kids.

His kids.

How many kids would he want anyway?

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You knew mingyu loved children but standing in the entry way of your kitchen and watching him entertain your nephew as they both sat on the floor, having a contest on who could color their spiderman drawing with the most colors.

You smiled until you got caught watching and mingyu smiled at you.

"Good morning"you greeted them both as your nephew turned and beamed up at you, you join them on the floor.

"Don't you have a meeting to attend?"you asked him as your nephew gets up and leaves to go play with his toys, not without rubbing it in mingyus face that he won and now mingyu owes him $15.

"That's what my assistant is for, I told her to take my place for the day and even gave her a raise"he tells you as you both get up from the floor and sit on the couch.

"I don't know how I feel about this assistant still"you voice your opinion, mingyu never gets mad at you for these thoughts of doubt.

He knows your past and you know his , he doesn't mind reassuring you that you're the best thing that's ever happened to him.

"Thats because you read too much, you only see the bad side of marriages but you don't see the good"he tells you, you're a counselor and you deal with all different types of people's trauma.

That effects you wether you want to admit it or not.

"The ones that last decades"he brings you out of your thoughts.

"Do you trust me?"he asked , genuinely curious.

"Yes I just-"he cuts you off, taking your hands.

"You know me, I'm not like those men you write about in your books during your free time"he tells you and you close your eyes , nodding your head.

"I know"you said and he cups your cheeks, searching your eyes.

"Then you shouldn't let this assistant phase you because I'd rather hurt myself than hurt you"

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"So how is mingyu?"it'd been a while since you last saw your mother, especially with mingyu having so many events lately.

"He's good, great actually...he wants to have a kid of our own"as soon as those words came out of your mouth she let out a squeal.

"And what did you say?"she asked and you winced.

"I don't know"her smile dropped instantly and she almost wanted to smack some sense into you.

Quite literally.

"You don't know"she repeated, looking annoyed with you and you sighed.

"What if we don't work out after the baby?"you asked her and she rolls her eyes at you.

"You wouldn't have married him if you didn't think it'd work out"she tells you and you shake your head.

"A child complicates things"was your next excuse.

"It's not supposed to, a child is supposed to bring you together. It's the ultimate form of love, creating something beautiful with someone you love"she explained, she was a hopeless romantic but she was right.

"That's your work talking and everyone doesn't have the same experiences in relationships, you just get the bad end of the stick"she continues and you smiled softly.

"That's what mingyu said"you said and she leaned over the counter, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"I don't know if you know this but you've got one of the good ones and those are hard to find, don't push him into the arms of someone else"she said and your thoughts immediately went to his assistant.

"You think I should give him a kid?"you asked her and she smiles at you.

"I think you should listen to your heart, only you can make that choice and you know mingyu like no one else"she reminds you, just as mingyu had earlier that day.

"I hear that all the time, what if he changes?"you asked her and she gives you a look.

"Then you try again until you meet the right one and like I said, you've got yourself a gem and those are hard to come by"those words stick with you the rest of the day.

Were you pushing your husband away? Into the arms of his assistant at that?

Mingyu had to run into the office earlier during your lunch with your mother , so you rushed home to freshen up and waited for him to come home.

Actually you kind of went a little overboard, freshening up actually meant putting on some lingerie that you knew would drive him crazy and pulling on your robe on top of it.

That's how he finds you actually, standing in front of the fireplace and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you back into his chest.

"Hey,what are you thinking about?"he asked and you leaned your head back on his chest.

"You,about how lucky I am and so many other things"you said, turning around to look at him.

"Care to elaborate on that?"he asked you, looking down at you and you shook your head before beginning to unbutton his pants.

"Not tonight"you said and bite your bottom lip, he runs his fingers through your freshly curled hair.

"Did something happen?"he asked and you nodded.

"I had a talk with my mom and she helped me realize how stupid I've been acting, how I've been neglecting you"you told him and he shakes his head.

"It's okay, I told you I can wait"he said and you shook your head, ripped open his shirt and smiled upon hearing him gasp before pushing him on the couch.

"No more waiting"you said and walked closer to him, pushing his legs apart and standing between them.

"Are you sure?"he asked and you took of your robe to reveal the lingerie, his jaw dropping and he bites his bottom lip.

"Holy shit"he said,leaned forward as he lets his lips and tongue lathe over your tummy and hips. He absolutely adored your curves.

"Let me make it up to you, I've been such a bad wife"you push him back against the couch and climb onto his lap, his hands place themselves on your hips.

"It's okay"he reassures you and you spit into your hand before slipping your hand into his pants, wrapping your hand around his half hardened cock.

"No, not to me"you visibly see him take a deep breath as you stroke his cock slowly, biting his bottom lip as he leaned his head back against the couch.

"Fuck-"he said and gulped,your lips place themselves on his neck as you licked and sucked the skin there.

"Shit- what's gotten into you?"he asked no one in particular.

"Just wanna show you I can be a good wife"you told him and move onto your knees in between his thighs, pulling the material down his legs and completely off.

You immediately go to grab at his boxers but his hands stop you, pulling you onto his lap.

"You haven't kissed me yet"he noted and you smiled at him, eyes searching his own.

"I can do that"you said and he grabbed the back of your neck.

"Kiss me"he said and you waste no time in kissing his lips,he moans into the kiss and guides your hips against his crotch.

You suck on his tongue and his hands grab two fistfuls of your ass, slapping the flesh and drinking up your moans that spill from your lips.

"Mingyu"you moan softly and he hums, grinding his hips up against your own and you whimpered. It's been awhile since mingyu has been this intimate like this.

"Let's go upstairs"he stands up with you in his arms and carries you to your bedroom, kissing your lips deeply as he found his favorite scented candles lit up around the room and his favorite flowers decorating the bed.

"You really went all out , didn't you?"he asked as he laid you on the bed gently, finally taking in your lingerie. It was a black sheer mesh bodysuit with ruffles and garter straps around your waist and thighs.

"Anything for you"you said and mingyu looked at you like he could devour you in that very moment.

"Don't just stare, it's all yours"his hands immediately went to your breasts and grabbed a hold of them, his mouth immediately suckling and licking your nipples through the material as he switches back and forth.

You gasp at the sudden pleasure that coursed through your body and you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist and he quickly noted that you weren't wearing a bra or panties.

"All mine"he said dreamily, his mouth moving down to your heat and covering your pussy with his entire mouth as he licks you through the material.

He moans at the taste before ultimately pulling the material to the side and getting a taste directly from the source, your back arching and you cried out as he devours your pussy like a starved man.

Which in a way he was.

"Been so long"he moans before sucking your clit into his mouth and your back arching, he pins you down to the bed and hooks his arms around your thighs to hold you against his mouth.

"Fuck- you're gonna make me cum"that only motivated him to lick you more, pushing two fingers into your entrance and you squirmed underneath him.

"I'm gonna cum"you cried out weakly.

"I know, feels so good , doesn't it?"he asked and you nodded, knowing better than that by now that mingyu loves making you answer him when you're intimate together.

"So good"you gulp and he just thrusts his fingers into you quickly without a warning, waiting until you start cumming to lean down to lick and suck on your clit.

"Oh fuck-"your voice cracks once you feel his tongue on you once again, overwhelmed as your eyes roll back and he helps you ride out your orgasm.

"You look so pretty when you cum for me"he's back to sucking on your breasts through the material and it's not until you fully recover that you feel the presence of his bare cock running through your folds.

"Are you with me?"he asked,looking up at you and you nodded your head.

"You ready?"he doesn't wait for you to answer as he pushes into you slowly and your back arches, whining softly at the intrusion.

"Fuck- oh my god"you breathe, pushing at his lower abdomen but he keeps pushing inside of you until he's fully inside.

"You have this reaction everytime"he chuckles cockily.

"Shut up"you groaned and he chuckles, licking up to your earlobe and sucking softly.

"You first"he whispered into your ear before starting to thrust into you slowly and you cover your mouth with your hand.

"Oh fuck"his hand grips your chin and forcing you to look at him.

"Look at me, focus on me"he said softly over the slapping of his hips gradually getting louder as he fucks you harder.

"Are you here?"he asked and you nodded, not too far gone....yet.

"Yes, fuck-"you cried out and looked at him again.

"You're the best wife, do you understand?"he stated, it wasn't a question.

"Yes, I understand"you said and he starts to pound his cock into you harder, drawing out the sweetest moans from your pretty lips.

"If I have to fuck every hole you have in every room in this house to fuck the doubt out of you then I will, I'm yours and you're mine"he took you by surprise when he said those words, forcing out yet another moan and you grip onto his arm tightly.

"Fuck-"you cried out and nodded.

"Okay! Okay!"you exclaim, almost forgetting what you were talking about for a second.

"No more doubts, no more second guessing yourself or me"he said and you nodded.

"Okay! I won't"you cried out.

"I love you"he said, sincerely and you let out a choked moan as he hit your sweet spot hard once he said that.

"I love you too"you whined and he grips the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him.

"Now, cum all over my fat cock"he said and you tried the arch your back but his grip was too strong.

"Look at me when you cum"he demanded and you dug your nails into his shoulder.

"I'm gonna cumming!"you cried out, not a second later and you're cumming all over his cock.

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum"he cursed under his breath, moving to pull out but your hands slammed down on his ass and you shook your head.

"No! Inside!"you damn near sobbed.

"Fuck- are you sure?"he asked and you nodded.

"Yes please, stuff me full of your cum"you responded and he kisses your lips deeply.

"Yeah, You wanna be a mommy? Wanna be the best mother for my children?"he asked as he seemed to plow his cock into you harder, the bed banging against the wall with every thrust he made into you.

"Yes , yes fuck- yes"you sobbed and cling onto him for dear life, fingers leaving indents in his ass.

"Take it, take all of it"he groaned and moans deeply as he releases his seed deep into you and you whimpered at the feeling of being so full.

"Fuck"he's spent,pulling out of you slowly and laying beside you. He pulls you back against his chest and wraps his arms around you.

"Best wife ever"you both laughed at his joke but you both knew mingyu wasn't joking, he loved you with every bone in his body.

You definitely found a gem among a sea of fishes.

[phantomrose96]

Okay since I'm waiting for laundry, I'm gonna write up some fuller thoughts on the new Spider-verse. Spoilers abound beneath the readmore!

So I'm gonna start with the good, because it really WAS a good movie. The main thing working against it is that it's the successor to the original Spider-verse, which was such a master-class in style and storytelling.

Things I loved:

I'll shout out the animation to start, because how can you not. Absolutely lives up to the original Spider-verse and more with "oh this is giving me chills" style and animation. The whole sequence of Gwen saving people at the Gugenheim absolutely awed me.

Speaking of Gwen, Gwen. That whole first half-hour-ish of Gwen-focused screentime was so, so good... Loved her character-development. Loved her banter. Loved all the jokes and goofs and punch-out back and forth during the Gugenheim fight against... villain whose name I'm forgetting. Miguel showing up was great. Jess showing up was even better.

Gwen unmasking herself to her father was so so good... That was the precise moment I went "oh, yeah, I want to come see this again." This then rolled into Miles's part of the story, and his whole sequence with fighting Spot while trying to get to the parent-teacher conference *chef's kiss*. Amazing animation. Amazing goofs. Amazing humor.

Then... hmm, I have some critiques about much of the middle of the movie... I'll get back to that in the next section. But it still had its highlights: Spider-punk and Pavitr were fantastic, and I feel they were used just the right amount. The gags at Spider H.Q. were excellent. Spiderman-pointing-meme my beloved.

Then when the twist hit... my jaw was on the floor. I'd noticed Rio's eyes were green instead of brown, and just chalked it up to maybe a small production error or an effect of the lighting. Even the "Who's Spiderman?" I was willing to count as just the most hilarious possible identity reveal, to a mom who's just not really paying attention to the street vigilante scene. Then it hit... and the fact that Gwen and Miles were not experiencing the same reality just ah... AH!!!

Things I felt kinda so-so about:

The middle part of the movie felt a bit... lacking in tightness? The tension with his parents felt a bit meandering, seeming to wrap up and then come back, and I feel Rio's attitude toward Miles changed without much reason to have caused it to change.

There was a discomfort to the scene with Miles and Gwen spidering around the city... which I know was largely intentional due to the romantic tension and the "Gwen lying to Miles", but I just Do Not Like romantic tension between characters that did so well as friends. I really didn't care for Miles's jealousy over Hobie.

The Spider H.Q. stuff... I really WANTED to like... but I always feel a sort of perhaps second-hand embarrassment for the kind of stories that are like "yeah there's literally thousands of us in on this, but we didn't invite you because ummmmm 😬".

In addition to that, I also have a distaste for the trope that's like "Every single rational and highly-qualified individual knows that 'X' is a terrible and destructive idea that can get people killed. However our naive and head-strong main character thinks we should do 'X'! So he fights off literally everyone else (and wins, for no reason, considering any one of the highly qualified individuals should out-class him) because he's the main character, and it'll work out okay just because." Like.. personally I had a very hard time rooting for Miles in all that.

Additionally... why did Miguel even tell him that they were all just gonna sit back and let Miles's dad die? Like I get it was necessary for the plot, but it was done with this expectation that Miles would just be like "oh okay I guess :(".

What I would have liked way more would be this: After Miles saves the (should have died) Police Chief from Pavitr's world, Miguel says Miles has "proven himself" and can come to Spider H.Q. to come be trained. (Really, Miguel has recognized Miles is an active threat as a canon-breaker, and he needs to keep Miles distracted for a few days while the canon event of Miles's dad dying takes place in his own dimension.) Gwen and Peter B. understand what's happening, but are forced to go along with it, behaving strangely the whole time. Then when Miles catches them in a lie and the truth comes out, THAT'S when Miles rebels and tries to fight against everyone to get home...

I also would have liked it if maybe there was like... more of a hint of hope for canon-broken universes to be saved. Like if Miguel's policy was "a universe can be saved after canon-breaking, however it's too risky for all the people in that universe to it's Spider Law that we must let our canon events occur. We all make this sacrifice for everyone's mutual protection." then I'd see Miles's defiance as more of a "well I'm breaking from you and will succeed at the risky thing of saving my universe and my dad". They did a little bit hint at this possibility with the fact that Pavitr's dimension is not necessarily doomed, but like if they made this clearer I'd feel better about Miles's defiance being not doomed to kill his entire dimension.

Hmm, I also wanted more out of Peter B. I know this wasn't his movie, but I didn't totally love that so much of his role in this movie was being against Miles. (Next movie, I guess).

And all of this felt just, way less tight than the OG Spider-verse. The OG hit all its marks like a perfect run of Guitar Hero and exploded into an amazing finale. This one... just meandered a bit. In the OG, Miles's leap of faith hit so perfectly. That was THE moment he could make that leap. Vs in this one when he tells his mom ("mom", lol) that he finally faced everyone and won and whatever... it just didn't really hit right.

BUT, I don't wanna end this on a negative note, so actually I wanna talk about the twist again.

Actually before I talk about the twist again, I wanna talk about the scene with Gwen and her dad. The "I quit being a cop halfway through your speech" (and the fact that this may present the loophole that saves her father now). The unspoken fact that Gwen was maybe avoiding coming back because she knew her dad was doomed and didn't want to deal with it. Her dad choosing her over everything. It just. It's good...

BACK to the twist. I am NOT a "talks in the movie theater" person but I couldn't help going "OH his dad is dead in THIS universe :000000" once the reveal hit. And that reveal was like 10 reveals all at once that had me just :0000000

Aaron walking in. The reveal that the whole city is aflame because, as Miguel had called out earlier, this universe doesn't have its Spiderman. The "what did you do to your hair". The mural for Jeff instead. The reveal that Gwen and Miles are nowhere near each other. The overlap of Jeff returning him in the universe Gwen is in with Aaron returning him in the universe Miles is in. Miles getting knocked out and I instantly knew it was Dimension42!Miles that did it to him. The Prowler is thriving and it's Miles this time.

[bi-lavelent]

Lone Wolf (Quinn Fabray x Fem reader part 10)

Warning:Fluff, Angst, Bullying, Cussing

I was waiting outside of Glee the next day for Santana. I had been doing this since I missed being in the class I would move in time to not be seen at the end but I could also hear a couple things like how Mr.Schue wanted them to do ballads for the week.

INNER THOUGHTS

Damn are you kidding me one of the weeks I could actually sing I wasn’t allowed to be in the class I mean hell the only type of music I do song is county and heavy metal and a little bit of rap and hip hop. But I mean come on I deserved to be in that class I would blow everybody’s socks off. Too bad Rachel was the only one without a partner. Since Hope had decided to stay home and help Matt with his Spiderman problems. Maybe he had got bitten in his ear and it had caused for him to become a superhero. That would be cool you know if superhero existed Santana would make a hot black widow or a hot Miss America maybe then she could open a portal to where we could be ourselves. We had been secretly dating for the past couple of weeks. But god I think that I was falling in love with her. She would also make a hot Hawkgirl. Damn having sex with a superhero would be hot. Wait I was thinking about my sister and her boyfriend gross. I wish that I could sing a ballad with Santana everyone wouldn’t think that she was gay because they didn’t get to pick their partners. They would just think that we’re friends. I sat there waiting for Glee to end and when Santana walked out I walked out to the car with her.

“Hey hot stuff how was your day.” I asked

“Good how bout yours?” Santana asked as I drove out of the parking lot

“It was okay I’m just kinda bummed I’m not in Glee I know the chances are slim but singing a ballad with you would be amazing and they wouldn’t even know about us because we wouldn’t have an option but to be with each other.” I said

“Yeah well maybe we could sing a ballad together some other time right know I have to pick a ballad that would be good for me and Britt.” Santana said

“Mine Taylor Swift.”I said

“Oh my god yes. You know that your perfect” Santana said and then leaned over and kissed me

“I know I am.” I said

“What were you thinking for us if we were partners.” Santana said

“Oh I have list know for the ones that we probably could pull of together Delta Dawn. The ones that I really love Forever and Ever amen, Always on my mind, Concrete angel, Blue eyes Crying in the rain, Til the rivers all run dry, Live like you we’re dying. The ones that I would love to do but we definitely can’t do together because I don’t know how your voice would pair with heavy metal Nothing else matter, November rain, Fade to black and Mama said.” I said

“Wow you put a lot of thought into this.” Santana said

“Yeah well I had a lot of time well the human contraceptive fell in love with the teacher. Dude did you see the way she was staring at him it’s the same way I stare at you. The same way Puck stares at Quinn and the same way Finn stares at Rachel and sometimes the same way Quinn stares at Rachel. Oh trust me he gets students who have crushes on him all the time two years ago there was this nerd named Suzy Pepper she would write his name in hearts ask him inappropriate questions and made everyone else uncomfortable. She grew up on a farm and was very religious like super religious. Like she started the Celibacy club. She’s waiting for marriage. I wish I could go to the high school reunion in a while and ask her how that faired for her in the long term. Nothing against the Celibacy club babe. But why are you even in it I know that you had definitely fucked Puckerman before me. Which must have sucked if he was your first time your lucky he didn’t get you pregnant anyway She graduated that year. I think she changed her name to April something to sound better she’s going to John Hopkins medical center she wanted to be some kind of doctor. A surgeon I think.” I said

( I’m sorry I had too for those who understand the reference with April being from Ohio and her being on the show it can’t be a coincidence)

”Okay well how do you know that.” Santana said

“Cause I had fucked most people in the Celibacy club hell I had fucked almost every one in the school by my Sophomore year. Too bad the hot people came the next year. You know the hottest one I saw was one I was supposed to mentor her. I had to drop out last minute because I felt like I had a crush on her the second I saw her. She had long Gorgeous brown hair and a smile that could light up any room that she walked in.But I chickened out last second as I was walking towards her I saw one of my friends and sent one her to mentor her last year well I mentored her kid we promised to never talk about this with anyone ever.” I said

“Oh who were they let me guess Rachel or Mercedes. I need to know who it was so that I can be mad at you and them.” Santana said

“Here name was as beautiful as she was. When she laughed she made me laugh to I would watch from afar never really wanting her to see the way I blushed every time I looked at her and how the red on my cheeks depended every time I heard her voice. She didn’t know who I was but I kept my eye out for her to the point where I had her schedule memorized. I realized that I also started seeing her out and about ofcourse she never looked at me why would she.” I said

“Why would she not trust me it’s hard for me to take my eyes away from you.” Santana said

“It wasn’t last year.” I said smiling at her

“tell me who it is now.” Santana said

“Wow you really are clueless sometimes her name was Santana Lopez.” I said

“Wait me you were like stalking me last year.” Santana said

“I wasn’t stalking you.” I said

“You kinda were. Wait you were friends with toxic homophobic bitch.” Santana said

“Yep best friends.” I said

“What are you still.” Santana asked

“No ofcourse not I’m just waiting for someone who I put first and will also put me first. But everyone I find already has a best friend and I will always put them first and they will always put me in last.” I said

“Okay well what about me.” Santana said

“Yeah go see how Brittnay feels about that and then I would be your third maybe because you have Quinn after Britt and so you won’t work.” I said

“Oh you could easily replace Quinn even if we weren’t fucking each other.” Santana said

“Good to know.” I said

As we pulled up in front of the house I went inside to do homework and Santana also did the same going to her room. People at school Questioned if I was adopted by her family. As I had gotten close with her parents and it showed I wanted them to know that if she did come out and wanted to be with me that they’d be okay with us dating. I called my sister and put her on speakerphone as I got into my pajamas

“Hey” hope said

“Hey” Matt said

“Hi how you feeling.” I said

“They found eggs in my ear.” Matt said

“Hey buddy I totally understand price of living downstairs.” I said

”See she gets me.” Matt said

“I’m sorry that you have to go through that. How are your parents treating you with all of this.” I said

“Good what are they doing in glee has Santana told you?” Matt and hope asked

“There just doing ballads this week your not missing anything.” I said

“How’s the Lopez treating you.” Hope said

“There good a lot better than our family how have the Rutherfords been treating you?” I asked

I didn’t see that Santana had walked in and sat in the chair behind me

“There good can you believe these families eat food together and not just like let you eat anywhere.” Hope said

“It’s nice you know eating together and eating a dinner for the most part and not just our parents saying fend for yourself.” I said

“How long are you staying at the Lopez.” Hope asked

“I don’t know I hope they will keep me till I’m 18 and then I will get my own house and you can move there and will be safe.” I said

“We’re gonna be stuck in fucking Lima, Ohio aren’t we?” Hope asked hearing the sadness in her voice and the words made tears go down my eyes

“You can get out of here. Just keep at Cheerios don’t piss anyone off and get out of here. My last hope was Glee. Without it I will most likely never be leaving here.” I said

“We’ll have fun with Santana and the Lopez.” Hope said

“Have fun with the Rutherford and not to much fun with Matt. I can beat him up and he knows that I will go all boxing Y/N on his ass and she has no remorse.” I said

“You already we know we’ve hooked up you walked in on us once.” Hope said

“I screamed that I would be burning that image out of my mind and we would never mention it again.” I said

“I love you bye.” Hope said

“I love you too cherish being with the Rutherfords well you can we both know this isn’t forever will have to go back to our abusive mom and our neglectful father who is a pastor and won’t even talk to me without threatening to kill me.” I said

“Yeah I will cherish it feels good imagining they were my family. It’s just weird dating my brother when I think about it.” Hope said

“I’m doing the same thing here except the dating thing. Bye love you.” I said hanging up on her

“Your family doesn’t feed you and your parents abuse you?” Santana asked tears running down her eyes

“What you’re telling me your parents have never purposefully run you over with a car (I laughed) because you had an F? or called you a Cunt because you didn’t clean up your room? or tells you every single day that you don’t actually have friends because they don’t talk to you outside of school or Glee or that Nobody will ever love you because of how you act. Your father has never threatened to shoot you if you bring another girl home and he finds you in bed. Your parents didn’t send you off to a conversion camp to try to fix you but the only thing that happened was that you got raped by a camp counselor. Your parents don’t just leave you at home with no food when you were six and told you to fend for yourself.” I said starting to cry as Santana ran over and hugged me

“Hey Hey, Hey I got you. You’re safe here with me I will keep you safe for as long as I need to they won’t lay another finger on you I promise. I will try and help you get that house and protect your sister okay I love you.” Santana said

“You what.” I said

“Nothing.” Santana said

“Okay thank you. You are really the best secret girlfriend anyone could ask for.” I said

“Is there anything else you want to tell me I know that you have been keeping something secret.” Santana said

“I love you too.” I said

Next day at school (Thursday)

An announcement had come over the intercoms from one of the boys saying “We have an issue with Fags at this school we have found the solution everyone either look at the TVs near you or open your laptop and click on the link that we sent you.” The video of me getting rapped was on every Tv and everyone’s laptop.

“Shit,Shit,Shit” I whispered under my breath. I was at the end of the hallway in Mr.Schues room I started to run out of the classroom to the nearest exit he looked at me and I just pointed to the computer. As everyone turned to the TV’S or clicked the link I could see The incident happening over and over and over again as I ran out of the school and to my car and took off to the Lopez household and up to my room I hid in the bathroom so that no one would find me I stayed their all day long crying over the situation. Everyone at school had seen me get rapped I guess that it was no longer a secret that I could hold onto

Later that day in Glee.

“Y/N was hot in that video” Puck said

“Really Puckerman yeah I get she was a Jerk to us but a video of our Friend getting rapped was broadcasted to the whole school.” Rachel said

Mr.Schue walked in as the kids talked about what had happened.

“Look guys I get that everyone was excited to sing our ballad for Finn and Quinn. But I feel like we should focus on what happened today. Trust me when I say that I know that Y/N messed with a lot of us when she had her outburst. But she didn’t deserve this no one does and the fact that this happened is appalling.” Mr.schue said sitting down

“It’s all my fault.” Finn said

“WHAT DID YOU DO FINN?” Quinn yelled asked at him

“I was so mad at Y/N after what they did to me. That I told the guys on the football team who let it spread like wildfire. If I just kept my mouth shut this wouldn’t have happened to her.” Finn said

“Santana you live with her did she tell you anything.” Quinn asked

“No she just said that she didn’t like the campus. I know that she seemed off. I just thought that maybe she saw the father of her child. I didn’t imagine this is what happened.” Santana said

“I don’t feel safe you heard them and saw peoples faces. I’m scared that I might be next. I am also scared that I saw many women and men getting off to it.” Kurt said

“We need to suck up what she said about us and be there for her right now. She needs her friends who didn’t watch the video. Who are gonna stick by her side and protect her.” Mercedes said

“That’s easy for you to say she didn’t say anything about you.” Quinn said

“She right my marriage might be over, Quinn and Finn might be over. But she would have protected all of you and you know it.” Mr.Schue said

“Santana can we all come to your house.” Rachel asked

“I don’t want my privacy invaded but for Y/N I’d do anything.” Santana said

“Good we’re carpooling there now. She needs us now we’re picking up her sister and Matt if he can come and we’re going to comfort her.” Rachel said

“My dad can come get me and other pepole.” Artie said

“Mr.Schue, Quinn, Kurt. You’ll drive. I think that Kurt should go with the freshman first as they all have the best relationship with Y/N. Then Quinn can Drive Santana, Mercedes and Brittnay. You will all go and get as much Ice Cream and Chocolate and Movies that she would Like.” Rachel said

“and pizza.” Santana interrupted “she loves pizza”

”Mr.Schue you’ll drive Finn, Puck , Racheland Me. We will get there after we figure out how to make these assholes pay for what they did to her.” Mike said

“Artie can you try and pick up her sister and Matt and fill them in on what happened?” Quinn asked

“Ofcourse.” Artie said

“Y/N on three okay 1, 2,” Mr.Schue said

“Nope not doing that.” Puck said

“Uh uh” Brittnay and Santana said

“Okay let’s get going.” Santana said

“Kurt here’s my keys don’t lose them don’t steal them just go protect her with them pls and then give them back when I get there.” Santana said

Soon enough Kurt and the freshman pulled up in front of the Lopez house and got out of Kurt’s car. Tina jiggled the keys into the door and opened it up.

“Okay Tina go check down stairs, I’ll check upstairs and then we will both go upstairs and check.” Kurt said

“Okay” Tina said

They both went looking around the house running opening every door looking for me. Soon enough they went upstairs and checked in all the bedrooms eventually finding me in my bathroom with a broken mirror as I decided to punch it when I got angry. Kurt ran over to me and wrapped his arms around me as i cried into them. Tina sat in front of me handing me tissues.

A few minutes later Quinn pulled up to the Lopez household they ran straight in as Santana grabbed the keys off the table and put them in her pocket. She ran upstairs to my room and saw me and the others sitting on the floor. Kurt saw the worry on Santanas face and decided to get up and switch spots with her. I snuggled deeper into her calming down a little bit at the feel of her arms around me.

“Rachel thought that food would make you feel better.” Santana said

“Shiva” Kurt said

“Isn’t that when someone dies. I haven’t died.” I said

“Your innocence did” Artie said as he wheeled in having been carried up the stairs by Matt and Hope

“Oh..” I said before getting cut off

“That died along time.” My sister said cuddling into my other side

“We got you we’re not mad at you anymore. You need a support system and me and the others will gladly be that.” Quinn said

“Where’s everyone else.” Matt said

“There trying to figure out if there’s anything they can do about this.” Quinn said

“You mean besides send these assholes to prison.” Santana said rubbing my back

“They can’t go to prison.” Tina said

“Yes the can they put underage porn on the internet.” I said

“Who was underage all of the boys were 18 except the one who was filming was a sophomore.” Matt said

“I am I’m only seventeen I turn eighteen this summer and if you mean to tell me that the people who rapped me are adults than there In even more trouble.” I said

“We ain’t leaving you okay we all already called our parents and they are okay with us staying here.” Artie said

“What about your parents.” Hope said looking at Santana

“They’re out of town for a medical conference.” Santana said

“Are they ever home.” Tina asked

“Yeah actually they are. But that’s coming from someone whose parents just leave them for weeks on end.” I said

Soon enough Mr.Schue came by with Puck, Rachel, Mike and Finn

“Is there anything we need to do Mike asked we could kick there asses.” Mike said

“I’m not even gonna talk you guys out of it this time.” Mr.Schue said

“Did you guys find anything.” I asked

“Yeah the cops will be there tomorrow.” Mr.Schue said

“Look as nice as this is I just feel uncomfortable okay you all saw me naked.” I said

“We didn’t watch the video we saw who it was in the mirror of the bathroom. Heard what they said and turned it off before anything happened.” Artie said

“I’m gonna leave you kids be. I already contacted your parents and the school if you want to all take some time off to comfort Y/N.” Mr.Schue said

“I also called my dad you don’t need to go to work he will continue to pay you. But you don’t need to show up.” Kurt said

“Can someone go get the food and movies.” Santana said

“We’re on it” Finn, Matt, Mike, and Puck said

“Kurt are you doing okay.” I asked still snuggled into Santanas arms

“What about the other gay kids at school.”Kurt said “What about me if they did this to someone everyone in the school was scared in what stops them from doing it to me.”

“We will we’re gonna protect you two at all cost. We’re your own secret service.” Rachel said

“I just want things to go back to normal. I know you guys didn’t see me naked but everybody else did. I just wish that I had a Time Machine.” I said

They boys came up with the movies and the snacks as Santana picked me up and carried me over to the bed.

Santana layer next to me in the bed. Hope and Matt layer on the flour with a pillow from Santanas bedroom. Mercedes, Quinn and Brittnay all sat against the wall. With a blanket they had found down stairs Artie sat in his chair outside the room. Tina sat on the side of the bed I was laying on with Rachel. Kurt and Mike sat in the doorway. Well Puck and Finn sat outside the door in the hallway. Mr.Schue came back to check on us a couple times.

I hade woken up in the middle screaming after having a nightmare about the event happening again. Santana shot up with me rubbing my back. As everyone else stated to wake up. I was breathing really heavy and was having a hard time talking.

“Is everything okay?” Quinn asked

“You okay Y/N?” Kurt said

“Did something happen?” Finn asked rubbing his eyes

I burst into tears as Santana moved over Quinn and Brittnay ran to me hugging me.

“Are you okay?” Mercedes asked

“I’m so sorry I just had a nightmare.” I said

“About what ?” Santana asked

“I guess I can’t lie to you guys anymore it wasn’t a nightmare I was reliving it. Everytime I close my eyes I see it happening. It hasn’t stopped it’s been happening since it happened.” I said

“Is there anything we can do to comfort her?” Santana asked looking at hope

“I don’t know usually her waited blanket calms her down. But it’s at our house.” Hope said

“Are you able to go back there?” Artie said

“I guess.” Hope said leaving the room

“Finn, Mike, Puck and Matt pls go with her.” Santana said

“Matt pls protect her from them.” I said he looked at me knowingly and nodded

“Is there anything we can do til then ?” Quinn asked laying her arms over my legs to try to calm down.

“I have thousands of blankets downstairs.” Santana said

“We will all go get them.” Quinn said

They all left and Artie rolled across the hallway to use the restroom.

“What can do for you baby?” Santana asked

“Human weighted blanket once the blankets on me can you cuddle me please.” I said

“Ofcourse.” Santana said

“How much of the video did you watch? Tell me the truth please.” I said

“Why are you asking.” Santana said

“Santana you were in the lunchroom you had access to TVs everywhere around you.” I said

“I watched the beginning and then I saw what they were doing to you and i tried to look away but no matter where I looked I saw what was happening to you. Why didn’t you tell me.” Santana said

“Because I was scared of how you would react. I was scared if you would say something like that’s every women’s dream.” I said

“We had sex that night for the first time. Were you just trying to wash them out or did you actually want it.” Santana asked

“I wanted it. Trust me if I could delete that day I wouldn’t because as horrible as it was the end of the day was amazing. You made that day change for me you turned one of the saddest most unsafe days of my life. Turn into the hottest, Sexiest, happiest most safe days of my life.” I said

“I love you.” Santana said

“I love you too.” I said

“Hey babe, Hey Y/N” Puck said as he entered

“Hi” I said

“Can you Scoot over so that I can kiss my girlfriend.” Puck said

“Sure I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” I said giving Santana sad eyes

I walked out and saw Artie standing at the bathroom door in front of the room I pushed him into it and turned on the light.

“What What What What?” Artie yelled

“How much of that did you see and hear.” I said

“YOU AND” Artie yelled

“Shhh be quiet.” I said

“You and Santana are dating each other.” Artie said looking at me

“Yes Artie you can’t til anyone she doesn’t want to come out of the closet yet.” I said

Meanwhile

“I don’t wanna kiss right now I want to comfort my friend. Why are you jealous.” Santana said

“No not jealous. Just I let you spend time alone with those dudes during football games and I know they raped her because she was gay but what if they did it to you.” Puck said

“But they didn’t and she needs us.” Santana said

Soon enough I left the bathroom with Artie and headed back to the room everyone else was already in there laying down again. Except for hope and the boys. I laid down let me snuggle back into her. She wrapped her legs around me I quickly fell back to sleep.

During the night Santana needed to get up so Quinn Switched spots with her. It switched throughout the night and the next day by the time I woke up I was in Brittnay’s arms.

“Good morning.” Brittnay said

“Tell me it didn’t actually happen?” I said

Santana and Quinn were stood at the door. “It happened.” Quinn said

“Where is everyone?” I asked

“Some of them are out getting food.” Santana said sitting on the bed and pulling me close to her as Quinn sat down

“Others went to get clothes and supplies to stay here again.” Quinn said

“Me and Matt went to get your school work. The cops want to talk to you at the school.” Hope said

“No I can’t. I can’t go back there all the kids are gonna look at me. The Sam way Puckerman did the second he saw me. They all watched the video including him.” I said

“You knew he saw it?” Quinn asked

“He was practically undressing me with his eyes.” I said

“Could we get the cops here?” Quinn asked

“NO NO NO cops. I can barely talk to you guys.” I said

“Okay No cops.” Santana said

“We will go get you some food.” Hope said dragging Matt with her

I leaned over to Santayana and whispered into her ear “Damn I don’t except that this how the three hottest cheerleaders at school would be in my bed. I thought about this and I was never crying.” I said

“Shut up” Santana said

“What did she say?” Quinn asked

“Nothing important she just said that she feels safe with strong women only being in the room with her.” Santana said

“Two strong women one strong sexy Latina goddess.” I whispered

“She just said I told you not to say that.” Santana said

“Well thank you for the compliment.” Quinn said

“Why isn’t Brittnay talking.” I asked turning over to see a sleeping Brittnay

“She didn’t sleep last night a lot of us didn’t our parents keep coming to check in on us.” Quinn said

“How are you feeling?” I asked

“Finn told my family about the baby so know I’m living with him and his mom.” Quinn said

“Are you still selling the baby to Off her Meds.” I asked

“No your freak out made me realize how stupid I was being plus she was giving me no money.” Quinn said

“What’s it like living with your ex-boyfriend.” I asked

“It’s better than her living with mine.” Santana said

“Don’t worry I told them. We realized after your outburst that maybe a friendship that has a ton of lies isn’t a good friendship.” Quinn said

“Well maybe you should go for puck.” I said reaching down for Santanas upper thigh

“Yeah you can have him he’s not that good anyway.” Santana said

“Finns family is nice.” Quinn said

Later that day I tried to go downstairs and eat dinner with everybody when there was a knock at the door. We were all sat down talking and eating takeout from Breadstix.

“Wait so you mean to tell me that the school has been shut down because of the incident.” I asked As Mr.Schue sat down with us.

“Not quit its shutdown until we know that it is completely safe for everyone.” Mr.Schue said

“Well I guess it is a better time than ever.” I said

“For what” everyone said looking at me.

“I called Principal Figgins today we both decided to have me go back for a week and if it doesn’t do good then I will transfer to Crawford Country Day.” I said

“What’s that?” Kurt asked

“I’ve heard of it it’s a girls only private school with a no bullying policy.” Mr.Schue said

“How do you know?” Finn asked

“They’re against us at sectionals.” Mr.Schue said

“Wait that means most likely we will be up against each other.” Santana asked

“Yes” Mr.Schue said

“Let’s talk about something else.” I said

“Like what.” Hope said

“Like what this means because I don’t even understand why you all are here what the second I step back into that school will you all disappear again.” I said

“You’re back in Glee.” Mr.Schue said

“Wait really.” I said

“Yes even if you don’t stay we will all support you.” Mr.Schue said

“Let’s change the subject before she starts to cry.” Santana said

I through a Breadstix at her

“My dad is gonna stop by later. With your stuff. He went and emptied out your locker at school and work.” Kurt said

“Thank you.” I said

As time went on Mr.Schue left and we were all sat on the couch watching a movie. I was sat over by Artie. As Santana and Puck made out. Artie grabbed my hand and pulled me away from looking at them. Tina and Kurt were sitting in front of us on the ground at our feet. When there was a knock on the door Santana went up to get it. I walked into the kitchen which was just off the living room but not visible from the door. Kurt had walked towards the stairs which was right in front of the door.

“We heard that hot fag who was in the sex tape. Was staying here. Oh wow you got two of them here. Hi faggy (he waved at kurt) we want a time like those guys got.” The guy said

“Yeah no you’re not going anywhere near her.” Santana said

“Why are you a Lesbo to?” The guys asked

“If we were.” Quinn asked

“Yeah” Rachel said

“You think you could take all of us” Hope said

“She dosent need to be fixed” Mercedes said

“Well I could change all of you.” He said

“Get away from the girls.” Puck said

I walked over there they weren’t getting hurt to protect me

“Wait aren’t you one of the guys who were there wait you all were the guys.” I said

“Ready for round two darling.” He said as he pushed Santana to the side Quinn put her arm in front of you

“Aren’t the cops looking for you.” I said

“Why would we get arrested we’re a bunch of consenting adults. The sad thing is that you have a bunch of underclassman protect you.” He said

“Yeah well you see we all might be seniors but guess what you all might have birthdays after October.” I said

“Yeah so what.” He said

“I have a Summer birthday which means that I am only 17.” I said

“Shit.” He said

The football boys tried to tackle most of them given it was 4 to 5. The boys tackled most of them Mr. Hummel arrived just in time pulling up and seeing the guy running he tackled him.

“I’m gonna call the cops.” Tina said

As she called the cops Santana lead you over to the spot where her and Puck used to be sitting. You layer your head on her lap and the rest of your body went over Quinn and Brittnay with your legs going on Mercedes and your feet on your sister they put a blanket over you. Santana messaged your head something she usually only did after you guys had sex. The cops came and arrested the guys

“Is she able to talk right now.” The cop asked Mr. Hummel

“Yes.” I said

”Okay can everyone leave.” The cop asked

“Can someone stay.” I asked

“Yes but they have to be someone who you will be okay with hearing you talk about it.” The cop said

Pucks definitely out, So is your sister she didn’t need to hear it all. “Burt can you stay.” I said looking at him near the tv

“She needs her friends after this so if you guys could just go upstairs or downstairs or something.” The cop said

“What do you remember?” The cop asked

“I have blacked a lot of it out, but they didn’t cut anything out of the video.” I said

“You watched the video?” Mr. Hummel asked

“Yeah I know that I probably shouldn’t have but everyone had seen me weak and vulnerable I kept replaying it in my head but it kept stopping when they all had a sick inside of me and then it would start over again. I wanted to watch them leave the room. I want to watch them leave me.” I said

“Okay are you sure those guys were the ones that rapped you.” The cop asked

“Yes those face are burned into my mind no matter what I do.” I said

“Sir will you be okay if your daughter’s friends stay over.” The cop asked Burt

“Yes, now can you bring those guys away before I do something that I will regret.” Burt said

The cops left

“Why did you go along when they said I was your daughter.” I asked

“Look I know that you’re not my actual child but I love you and care for you like one. You treat Kurt like a brother. Also I have been here two days and I have seen every other kids parents except for yours and you are the one who are hurt. Clearly your dad isn’t willing to be manly enough to take care of you so you are our daughter. Trust me I love you like a child and I am sure that a lot of the other parents you know feel the same way.” He said

“Thank you.” I said hugging him and crying

“GUYS THERE GONE.” I yelled

Everyone came upstairs.

“We all need to get some sleep.” I said

“Boys you can sleep in the Guest room downstairs me and the girls will sleep upstairs with her. That way she feels safe.” Rachel said

We all went our different ways. I went upstairs and went to my room. Well everyone else went to Santanas.

“I’ll go first.” Santana said

she went down the hallway to my room. Came into my room and locked the door.

“Come here.” Santana said

I ran into her arms and we kissed each other.

“Your boyfriends here.” I said

“I know.” She said

“They why.” I asked

“Because I saw how me making out with him during the movie affected you and I wanted to apologize. It’s you okay trust me if I fell for a man he would be a lot hotter than Noah.” Santana said

“Who’s Noah? Oh my god is that Pucks real name.” I said

“You will never let him live that down will you.” Santana asked leading me to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

After I brushed my teeth she was brushing hers with the brush she kept in my bathroom. “You wanna take a shower together?” I whispered in her ear.

“Hell yeah will just have to be quiet.” Santana said

“Okay.” I said

We both got naked and jumped into the shower.

“We have been talking about men touching you all week and how to cheer you up. I think that I can remind you why you like women and cheer you up.” Santana said

As she got on her knees and started opening me up with her fingers and then putting her tongue inside me. She was in the middle of doing it when I heard the door open. I popped my head out the curtain to see who it was. Shit shit shit it was Puckerman

“Hey what do you need?” I said

“Oh hey Y/N do you know where Santana is.” Puck asked

I tried my best not to moan as she brought me to my climax.

“Yeah I asked her to go buy me some Carmel ice cream and a hot tea. Before bed she asked me if there was anything that I needed. She should be back soon. If you wanna go downstairs and play video games with the dudes I’ll send her down there when she come back.” I said

“Do you know how long?” He asked

“Well she was gonna walk down the street to the house her parents were staying at and drive with her dad. So I don’t know maybe like 30-40 minutes. If she comes here first I will be sure to send her down to you. Just pls no sex she is the first one protecting me tonight.” I said

“Yeah no problem. Thanks Y/N you are a really good friend.” Puck said as he left and shut the door

I gripped onto the sides finally allowing myself to orgasm.

“you taste so good.” She said coming up to kiss me

“No no no I had a full blown conversation with your boyfriend as you fucked me.” I said

”Okay so what do you want me to do?” Santana asked

“I don’t know. He can beat me up okay if he could til that you were actually here instead of at the store I would be dead.” I said

“Okay well you gave us 30-40 minutes I can think of several things I can do you just have to lie down.” Santana said

“You know I want that. But you can’t look like you just got out of the shower he will kill me.” I said

“Okay well we are finishing this when this whole situation is over. Okay the second it’s just you and me in this house we are having hot steamy shower sex.” Santana said

“Oh please yes.” I said

“I’m just scared okay come on there’s women letting you snuggle into them all night long and I’m scared you’ll fall for one of them. Okay you already have a crush on Brittnay and Quinn what if they develop feelings and you leave me.” Santana said

“I will never leave you I promise.” I said

“Oh really.” Santana said

How was I supposed to tell her that we only had a few months left this summer this June we would have to over legally.

“Yes” I said

Santana dried off and put some clothes on and went downstairs. I was laying in bed waiting for my Latina Goddess. When Mercedes came in.

“Hey chocolate angle. What’s up?” I asked

“There’s so much drama going on I don’t know who’s gonna stay and who gonna leave. Everyone except for Rachel and Finn. Have found out that Pucks the father. Because he told me and I opened my stupid mouth.” Mercedes said

“Well Santana might be mad at Quinn for sleeping with her boyfriend.” Mercedes said

Santana came up stairs “No Me Gusta , No me Gusta” she said crying as she went into the room and shut the door

“Well I guess I’m all yours still in secret but I am all yours.” Santana said smiling and kissing me

“Finally.” I said

I woke up in the middle of the night cuddling into I don’t know who I went to grab my water from the side of the better. Falling on top of the person.

“Babe what do you need? It’s me Santana” Santana said

“Oh good I just need my water.” I said

“We aren’t switching tonight we decided that since you were scared to sleep alone that we just shouldn’t switch. As you need someone you trust.” Santana said

“Good okay well I’m going back to sleep.” I said

The next day I woke up late in the afternoon as I had been. From all the crying. “Hey sleepy head.” Quinn said

“Coffee” I said like a zombie

“Do you wanna do anything today?” Kurt asked

“Coffee” I said like a zombie

Just as I said it Santana rounded the corner with a coffee for me

“You’re my favorite.” I said grabbing the Coffee from here

I sat down at the table with everyone. “You know we really do feel like a family like this. I feel like we are a family just one where half the people have slept with each other.” I said

“Oh shut up. Atleast we ask the people we like out.” Quinn said

“You try being gay every hot dude is straight.” Kurt said

“Yeah every hot woman is straight. You guys are the luckiest sexuality.” I said

“You’re hot and you’re a lesbian so there clearly are hot women who like women.” Puck said

“Thanks Puck but find another hot woman who likes women and we will talk.” I said

“There’s plenty of hot lesbian celebrities.” Rachel said

“Like who and don’t say Ellen or Portia.” I said

“Well there’s or there’s.” Rachel said

“Suze Orman , Cynthia Nixon” Kurt said

“K fine one. The gay community has plenty.” I said

“Sure we do like who.” Kurt said

“Ricky Martin, Neil Patrick Harris, Johnathan Groff, Rock Hudson, Cary Grant, Tab Hunter, Roman Novarro.” I said

“Okay well if we’re going that route you also got Audrey Hepburn.” Kurt said

“Not my type.” I said

“Hot, Can pull off short hair.” I said

“Yeah well.” Kurt said

“Face it most hot celebrity men are gay.” I said

“Most lesbian look like they crawled out of spending a week in Lowe’s .” Kurt said

“Lowe’s .” I said

“What?” Quinn questioned

“Kurt why did you do this?” Hope asked

“What did he do?” Rachel asked

“He said the word you know how you don’t say candy around kids. You really shouldn’t say the H word or the L word near Lesbians. You also shouldn’t watch the L word with Lesbians they go feral.” Hope said

“That we’re I wanna go today Lowe’s .” I said

“We don’t have a Lowe’s .” Rachel said

“No but Columbus does.” I said

“We aren’t going to Lowe’s .” Santana said

“Plssssss. It will make me happy.” I said

“Fine but only a few of us are coming” Santana said

”Okay I’ll go get my clothes on” I said running up the stairs

“Lowe’s is a lesbians Sephora.” Kurt said

“Nothing in that sentence made sense but I like Lowe’s so I’ll go with her.” Puck said

“Do you really think that it’s a good idea to go with your ex-girlfriend.” Artie asked

“Actually Wheels is right. But us footballers need to go just in case she runs into people from school.” Puck said

“Lowe’s is my happy place I could get lost in there for hours. My use to just drop me and my dad off when it opened and we stay there til it closed.” Matt said

“Okay well whatever makes her happy right.” Finn said

“Okay who’s coming.” I said as I looked for my keys

Once Matt, Finn, Puck, Mike and Me were in the car we drove off. Santana wanted to stay back with the girls and Kurt who were watching the notebook and getting a pedicure and manicure. That would suck on a Santana I guess you weren’t getting fucked anytime soon. Artie got picked up by his parents during breakfast they wanted him to go home and be able to function around normally.

We headed on the hour long drive. “Do you guys wanna listen to music.” I asked

“What do you have.” Mike asked

“Don’t judge me I have Nickelback, Limp Bizkit and Metallica.” I said

“Oh my god Yes. I thought that you were gonna say something like Justin Biber” Finn said

“I bet your girlfriend loves those first four words.” I said

“Are you kidding me none of the hot girls at our school will let anyone to fuck them.” Mike said

“Wait I thought that they were atleast giving it to the dude’s. I dated one of the Cheerios the one in the Neck brace for like 1 year and 2 months and nothing.” I said

“Have you pulled anybody.” Matt said

“Well I know that you have pulled my sister Matt and Puck pulled Santana. I have a cheerio who I have pulled.” I said

“So I guess me and Mike are the only virgins.” Finn said

“Speak for yourself buddy.” Mike said

“You’re a Virgin?” I said

“Not for the lack of trying.” Finn said

“Let’s just listen to music and not listen to Finsters pathetic sex life.” Puck said

“Puck you fucked his girlfriend don’t think that you can say much. Well you had the hottest girl in the school giving you access. Nothing against Quinn she’s okay but Santanas really hot.” I said

“Wow sounds like you have a crush on our girls.” Finn said

“They’re not your property.” I said “Also it isn’t for the lack of trying to get a crush on anyone else I just have good taste. Don’t worry we haven’t done anything.” I said

“can we just listen to the radio.” Matt said

“Sure.” I said

Popping in the disk for Limp Bizkit. With in seconds we were all singing along.

It's just one of those days When you don't wanna wake up Everything is fucked Everybody sucks You don't really know why But you wanna justify Rippin' someone's head off No human contact And if you interact Your life is on contract Your best bet is to stay away, motherfucker! It's just one of those days

It's all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit lettin' shit slip Or you'll be leavin' with a fat lip It's all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit talkin' that shit

It's just one of those days Feelin' like a freight train First one to complain Leaves with a blood stain Damn right, I'm a maniac You better watch your back 'Cause I'm fuckin' up your program And if you're stuck up You're just lucked up Next in line to get fucked up Your best bet is to stay away, motherfucker! It's just one of those days

It's all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit lettin' shit slip Or you'll be leavin' with a fat lip It's all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit talkin' that shit Punk, so come and get it

I feel like shit My suggestion is to keep your distance 'Cause right now I'm dangerous We've all felt like shit And been treated like shit All those motherfuckers that want to step up I hope you know I pack a chain saw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight I pack a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight I pack a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break your fuckin' face tonight

Give me somethin' to break Give me somethin' to break Just give me somethin' to break How 'bout your fuckin' face? I hope you know I pack a chainsaw (what?) A chainsaw (what?) A motherfuckin' chainsaw (what?) So come and get it

It's all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit lettin' shit slip Or you'll be leavin' with a fat lip It's all about the he says/she says bullshit I think you better quit talkin' that shit Punk, so come and get it

We were soon coming close to the Home Depot. “Damn why didn’t you sing with us. During the Girls vs Boys week.” Finn asked

“Same reason Kurt had to perform with you guys. Mr.Schue dosen’t care what kind of voice you have. Even if I have a bass voice. (I imagine this character being able to hit almost every note but most comfortable at bass Tim foust level) What he told me was to sing at a higher range to match the girls. So that you boys had something to sing” I said

“But none of us can go that low.” Puck said

“Yeah well I won’t have to hide my ability if I switched schools actually I would be used a lot because they do Acapella.” I said

“What’s that” They all asked

“They don’t use any instruments they use there mouths.” I said

“So many gay jokes just popped in my head” Puck said

“You know I actually like having straight friends.” I said

We pulled into the Lowe’s parking lot around 3:00. We all entered and went our separate ways I found some cool lights that went on the ceiling they were meant for kids which I legally still was. I grabbed a Princes one, A space one, A car one and A couple that had music notes. I grabbed an extra Princess one for Brittnay and when I grabbed it I found a ton of superhero ones. I just decided to get all of them I pull all of the cases in my cart. They were only 50 cents each. I moved farther back into the store looking for stuff for my bedroom. When I went to the Key section. Santanas Dad had give me his since I moved in I might as well get one of my own. I walked over to the worker and looked at the designs.

“Do you guys add pictures to keys?” I asked

“Yes we can.” He said “Do you have the photo”

“Yes.” I said pulling up a picture of me and Glee Club

“Oh yes just send that to this machine it has the email on the screen.” He said

As it popped up on the screen. He asked “Who are those people.”

“The club I am in at school.” I said

“Oh what club.” He asked

“Glee club.” I said

“What highschool.” He asked

“McKinley high” I said

“Oh my god my niece goes there Santana Lopez.” He said

“Oh my god she’s in that photo.” I said

“Are you to close.” He asked

“Yes we’re friends.” I said

“Do you know this kid she’s letting live with them. That’s so sweet that they’re doing that.” He said

“Yes it is given that I am that kid It is extremely sweet of them.” I said

“Oh my god My brother love you he says he wishes you were part of the family. He sees you as a daughter.” He said

“That’s nice to know. Hey do you know if Santana would like anything here.” I asked

“Yes here’s your keys. I’ll lead you over to it.” He said

Leading me over to there summer stuff and over to a Dunk tank.

“Are you sure?” I asked

“She’s been saving up money for the past 4 years to buy it. It’s been her dream to have one since she was a kid.” He said

“Really it’s been my dream too. I just don’t have space for it.” I said

“I’m one of the drivers I could drive it over to there house and put it in there backyard if you can afford it.” He said

“Oh don’t worry I’m a senior and I got a job my freshman year that makes me 150$ dollars an hour and I have been saving so.” I said

“You must be really good friends.” He said “ Here’s the tag just say I need Lopez to drive it. I’ll give you a family discount.”

I went walking around and found the perfect gift for Kurt and Rachel a light switch with musical theater Quotes on it. I found lights for Wheelchairs for Artie since his went out and a cushion to make him more comfortable. I found a boyfriend pillow for Quinn. I was walking around and found the perfect gift for Puck was Light switch cover that looked like well looked like a dick. I found supply’s to build a portable dance floor for Mike and a mini fridge for Finn and one for me. A nice head lamp for Matt since I had broken his on accident. I found a decorative pillow set for my sister. I don’t even realize how long I had been in the store until I heard them say that they were closing in 20 minutes they closed at 11:00pm wow I totally lost track of time. Luckily I saw that the boys had too. I went and checked out. I saw Mr.Lopez and waved him over and asked him to drop the dunk tank and the mini fridges off tomorrow around 7:00am. I looked at the total nothing unusual from my usual shopping spree at Home Depot. It was only 4,000 dollars but it was worth the smile my friends would have. We all drove back and arrived at midnight luckily we had my key the boys went downstairs I locked the front door and went outside and out to the shed with Mr.Lopez and My power tools and started working on mikes dance floor. It was waist to add the hinges and the foldable part. After that I easily added the kick down stands and a handle. I had just started painting it when I heard the door open.

“Hi, what are you doing” Santana asked wrapping her arms around me

“What time is it?” I asked

”Four I couldn’t sleep without you.” Santana said

“Wow am I making Santana Lopez soft.” I said

“No.” Santana said

“You sleep without me all the time.” I said

“it’s different I know where you are.” Santana said as I continued to paint

“What are you doing.” She asked

“I can’t tell you the suprise would be ruined.” I said

“Go back upstairs I will be up there in 30 minutes. I love you” I said

“Love you too.” Santana said

I finished painting the board it roughly looked like

(Pardon my bad art skills I just use them usually for construction)

I left it out to dry and head upstairs into my bedroom. I shut the door I took my clothes off threw a t- shirt on and went and cuddled into Santana. Setting my alarm clock to go off quietly at 6:00am. I went to sleep at 4:50 and got almost an hour and 20 minutes of sleep. Then I woke up to my alarm and headed downstairs. I made myself some coffee and drank it and then I ate a plantain. I headed outside and grabbed a table from the Garage and set up a nice area to eat and put everyone’s gift at there spot except for Santana, Finn, Mine, Mikes and Quinn’s. I waited until Mr.Lopez pulled into the backyard and dropped all the big stuff off. I knew that it must have waked a lot of people up. Luckily I had also Santanas dad get six dozen donuts and some juices. From actual good places not Lima.

Soon enough everyone started coming downstairs and heading outside.

“What is this?” Rachel asked

”it’s just a thank you for what you all did. We have donuts, Juice, Gifts that you will hopefully like.” I said

“What ever gift you think I would get for you is where you sit.” I said

“Hey do I not have a gift.” Mike said walking over too you

“The big platform over there.” I said

Soon Santana walked downstairs

“Hey Y/N do we have any gifts?” Finn asked and pointed between him and his ex-girlfriend

“Yep Finn I got you that mini fridge over there and I got you this I said holding up the boyfriend pillow.” I said

“What is it?” Quinn asked

”It’s a boyfriend pillow it helps during your pregnancy but it also really helps after if you just want something to hold in your arms.” I said

“Thank you it’s good to have someone who knows what I’m going through back.” Quinn said

“What is this?” Santana said walking over too you

“The suprise. I was working on Mikes dance floor last night and this is your gift.” I said moving out of the way of the dunk tank

“How did you know?” She asked

“I ran into your uncle.” I said

“Don’t worry they don’t know that it’s for you. I got you that mini fridge over there if they ask even though it’s actually mine now come on and let’s go eat donuts with everyone else.” I said

“Okay well I know that this isn’t a fancy dinner or anything but I have a toast. Thank you I don’t know how I would have made it through the past four days without you. Okay as I’m standing up I’m realizing how much this looks like a fast and furious scene except a lot more white pepole. Anyway you guys are my family and friends I never believed it when other clubs said that or seniors said that but you guys are my family. I can’t wait to be apart of it again even if I leave I need you guys by my side. This next week is gonna be the hardest week of my life so far and I’m glad that I can run to you guys if I need anything. I get that I am the upperclassman here but we’re all in highschool. Nothing changes the older you get time just goes by quicker I’m glad I get this year and hopefully next year being your friend.” I said

I sat down and put my hand on her hip

“Who am I?” She whispered in my ear

“What do you mean who are you?” I said

“You said this is fast and furious am I Mia or Letty.” She asked

Oh my god She was a Letty and I was a Brian. Lefty’s don’t need Brian’s they need Dom’s

“You’re a Letty. A hot ass Latina badass just like you.” I said

We all sat there having our family breakfast before the hell fire the next day.

“Hey Rachel how’s your crush on our teacher going?” I asked

“How did you know?” She said

“Because you ain’t the first before you guys started there was a really hot female teacher.” I said

“Why couldn’t I have been there.” Puck said

“She was a lesbian.” I said

“What happened?” Rachel asked

“Nothing she was an Olympic swimmer before she started teaching she taught for one year and then left to be a swimsuit model.” I said

“Oh so she was like hot enough to be a model.” Puck asked

“She was hot enough to be more than a swimsuit model if she wanted to be.” I said

“Damn” puck said

Santana started to pinch me I had clearly had gone too far. I wasn’t used to being in a stable relationship. I would have to get used to this. After breakfast everybody left.

“So what do you want to do before my parents get home tomorrow.” Santana asked

“I want to watch a movie with you if that’s okay.” I said

“You wanna watch a movie and make out.” Santana asked

“We’re not upstairs what if we get caught?” I said

“We can go watch on the Tv downstairs.” Santana said

“Awsome.” I said Grabbing a hold of her hand and pulling her downstairs

“What do you wanna watch?” Santana asked

“Transformers?” I said

“Wow did I just switch Puck out for a female Puck.” I said

“How are you not like Puck.” Santana asked

“four fold one I can’t get anyone pregnant, two According to you I am better at Sex than he is, three I will NEVER cheat on you and four I have you in my arms right now and he doesn’t.” I said leaning down to kiss her

“Cuddles?” She asked as she snuggled into me

“Yes Cuddles” I said

The next day

Was decent except for it being obvious that pretty much everyone was picturing me naked all day. It was towards the end of the day. I only had one period left so 50 minutes. I kept my head down luckily this was one of my electives. Which was weight lifting the room was divided into the boys and girls. I just needed a physical education credit and didn’t like working with others so I signed up for this. Which was only taught one period but anyone in sports had to take it. Which made me very uncomfortable as the dudes kept staring.

“Okay split up into groups of two so that you can have spotters.” Coach Sylvester said

“Hey Britt can you be my spotter.” Quinn asked

“Yeah sure let’s go find a Bench.” Brittnay said

“Looks like I’m your partner.” Santana said smiling

“They keep staring at me.” I said

I got up and walked over to the single bench in the corner away from the others

“How much?” Santana asked

“What are we doing today?” I asked

Santana came closer and whispered “We’re doing bench babe are you okay.” Santana asked

“150 lbs” I said

I said as I lied down on the bench

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked

”No the girls kept staring at me as I changed. I felt horrible. I expected it from the guys but not from other girls. One of them when I got naked shouted out the same thing that the dude said when he saw me naked.I think that I might just stay in these clothes til we get home.” I said

“No you’ll come into the sports side of the changing room.” Santana said

“You will get introuble.” I said

Sue was making her rounds “Hey coach?” Santana asked quietly

“Yes Santana?” Sue said

“Look with the video situation. Can Y/N change in the Cheerio locker room when it’s mine and Quinn and Brittnay’s time.” Santana asked

“Yes” Sue said

“Thank you Coach” I said

“Are you gonna stay here?” Santana asked

“You know I would but I’ve just wanted to cry all day today.” I said changing the weights for her

“Yeah well I will come watch everything you do with the private school.” Santana said

“I will come support you to. Nothing is gonna change much.” I said

“Are you kidding me I walk certain ways to my classes just so that I can see you.” Santana said

“Okay well we will see each other’s performances. Trust me you’re the only reason I watch high school football games and I will come watch sectionals. I will see you before school and after school and on the weekends.” I said

“I’m gonna miss you.” Santana said

“Can you do one thing for me?” I asked

“Of course what?” Santana asked

“Protect Hope treat her like how I would I need someone to protect her but also tease her.” I said

“Ofcourse I already pretty much do that. Let’s head to the Locker room we can’t be late to your first glee club meeting back and last glee meeting.” Santana said

We went to the Cheerio Locker room and changed. Then we both headed to Glee club.

“Y/N you said you have a songs that you wanted to sing.” Mr.Schue said

“Yes sir.” I said

You tell me it gets better, it gets better in time You say I'll pull myself together, pull it together You'll be fine Tell me what the hell do you know What do you know Tell me how the hell could you know How could you know

'Til it happens to you, you don't know How it feels How it feels 'Til it happens to you, you won't know It won't be real No it won't be real Won't know how it feels

You tell me hold your head up Hold your head up and be strong 'Cause when you fall, you gotta get up You gotta get up and move on

Tell me, how the hell could you talk How could you talk? 'Cause until you walk where I walk It's just all talk

'Til it happens to you, you don't know How it feels How it feels 'Til it happens to you, you won't know It won't be real (how could you know?) No it won't be real (how could you know?) Won't know how I feel

'Til your world burns and crashes 'Til you're at the end, the end of your rope 'Til you're standing in my shoes, I don't wanna hear nothing from you From you, from you, 'cause you don't know

'Til it happens to you, you don't know How I feel How I feel How I feel 'Til it happens to you, you won't know It won't be real (how could you know?) No it won't be real (how could you know?) Won't know how it feels

'Til it happens to you, happens to you Happens to you Happens to you, happens to you Happens to you (how could you know?)

'Til it happens to you, you won't know how I feel

“Can I sing my last song at the end?” I asked

“Ofcourse.” Mr.Schue said

“We have prepared a song for you Y/N” Finn said

Everyone in Glee club except you got down

Santana

Hope

Quinn

Finn

Puck

Rachel

Mercedes

Tina

Kurt

Brittnay

Artie

Everyone

And I never thought I'd feel this way And as far as I'm concerned I'm glad I got the chance to say  That I do believe I love you And if I should ever go away Well, then close your eyes and try To feel the way we do today  And then if you can remember

Keep smilin', keep shinin' Knowing you can always count on me for sure That's what friends are for

For good times and bad times I'll be on your side forever more That's what friends are

Well, you came and opened me And now there's so much more I see And so by the way I thank you

Oh and then for the times when we're apart Well, then close your eyes and know These words are coming from my heart And then if you can remember

Oh, keep smilin' and keep shinin' Knowing you can always count on me for sure That's what friends are for

In good times and bad times I'll be on your side forever more Oh, that's what friends are for

Keep smilin', keep shinin' Knowing you can always count on me for sure That's what friends are for For good times and bad times I'll be on your side forever more That's what friends are for

Keep smilin', keep shinin' Knowing you can always count on me for sure 'Cause I tell you that's what friends are for For good times and for bad times

I'll be on your side forever more That's what friends are for (that's what friends are for, ya)

On me for sure (count on me for sure, count on me for sure) That's what friends are for

Keep smilin', keep shinin'

“Thank you.” I said crying “ I’m gonna miss seeing you guys every day I wrote my phone number on the board and you all know where I live if you need anything.”

I walked over and grabbed the gutair and sat on a stool.

Daddy, I'm afraid, won't you stay a little while? Keep me safe 'cause there's monsters right outside Daddy, please don't go, I don't wanna be alone 'Cause the second that you're gone they're gonna know Before he went to bed he grabbed my hand and said

Just 'cause I'm leavin' It don't mean that I won't be right by your side When you need me And you can't see me in the middle of the night Just close your eyes and say a prayer It's okay, I know you're scared when I'm not here But I'll always be right there Even though I'm leavin', I ain't goin' nowhere

Dad, we'll be late, and Uncle Sam don't like to wait He's got a big old plane that's gonna take me far away I know I act tough, but there's a churnin' in my gut 'Cause I just can't call you up when things get rough Before I left, he hugged my neck and said

Just 'cause you're leavin' It don't mean that I won't be right by your side When you need me And you can't see me in the middle of the night Just close your eyes and say a prayer It's okay, I know you're scared, I might be here But I'll always be right there Even though you're leavin', I ain't goin' nowhere

Daddy, I'm afraid, won't you stay a little while? I never thought I'd see the day I had to say goodbye Daddy, please don't go, I can't do this on my own There's no way that I can walk this road alone Well, daddy grabbed my hand and said

Just 'cause I'm leavin' It don't mean that I won't be right by your side When you need me And you can't see me in the middle of the night Just close your eyes and say a prayer It's okay, boy, I ain't scared I won't be here, but I'll always be right there Even though I'm leavin', I ain't goin' nowhere I ain't goin' nowhere

“Okay well everyone go home.” Mr.Schue said

“You’re really not here. Anymore” Santana said putter her arm around me

“Your officialy our competition.” Kurt said

“Not until regionals they had to change groups so that we had more time to practice with me joining. I said

“Oh will make it to regionals and you’re going down.” Rachel said

“Bye guys” I said waving and dragging Santana towards the car

I pounce we got in the car I put my head in my hands

“Well this isn’t what I planned for this year at all. I planned on keeping my head down and not doing anything. I planned on staying here at McKinley staying in the closet and being single. But I will choose this everytime.” I said putting one hand on the steering wheel and holding Santanas hand with the other.

[thebleedingeffect]

Watched spiderverse a second time yesterday hoping I would get Miguel better and man, it just made me sympathize with Miles more than I already did. Cause like, Miles feels like he has so little control of his own life cause everyone from the ones he loves to strangers are trying to tell him what to do. He's stretched so thin and has no friends to talk to or that understand him, he's basically been isolated for more than a year and has nothing to help take the edge off. If anything you can tell that it actively depresses him that Peter and Gwen have just, disappeared without a word, and he's left with the grief of losing the few that truly understood him.

Doesn't help he can't even tell his parents cause he's so consumed by the fear that they'll hate him instead of continuing to love him. Everything from being spiderman, struggling to balance both work and normal life, dealing with isolation, the grief of losing the handful of true connections you have, and having the ones who love not understand because you're scared that if you do they'll just resent you. But despite all that, I think it brings me a special kind of pain that you can tell that Miles tries, he tries despite everything, he's trying to do the right thing no matter what while battling with that innate urge to not be alone. In his anxiety and stress he always continues to be spiderman, even if he gets none of the credit, the spotlight, or the understanding- he does it because he simply wants to help no matter the cost.

Miles is just that good a person that the question of whether or not to save someone is a completely unthinkable thought to him. Part of me thinks that Miles is actually outrageously guilty for Spot's existence despite not having the slightest idea that he got caught in the crossfire. It's a case of Miles wants everyone to be safe and happy but at the cost of himself, while fighting to keep his own life in his hands as he feels so out of control and bring pulled in so many directions that it's a wonder he hasn't cracked more. In a way, I think Miguel and Miles work as mirrors somewhat. Miguel is someone with a ridiculous amount of power and respect, no one else can tell him what to do and he holds so many lives in the palm of his hands.

Miles, in contrast, feels like he isn't being taken seriously and nearly has his physical autonomy stripped away from him. Miguel has lost a child, yes, he is dealing with outrageous amounts of grief after losing such a happy family- but it's only made him lose hope in simply trying. To risk yourself is to be willing that things will go wrong, that you'll get hurt, and he made that risk- and got burned for it. Does it make being happy wrong? Does it make fighting fate misguided? No, but Miguel has been so twisted by grief and anger that he relies on these strict self-imposed rules to feel at all in control of himself.

Miles, to me, frustrates Miguel so much as he's someone who defies against all reason and while knowing that something might break, might shatter- what's the alternative? Simply allowing others to die while continuing their mock existence of saying that they protect people? Miles refuses to accept the thought of "it's all for the greater good" as he would much rather risk it all trying to save both than just accept that one is hopeless and doomed to fate. Despite betrayal, despite grief, despite the unknown, Miles keeps pushing forward and looking for the solution that will defy everything because the thought of losing something again hurts him to much to put into words.

Which is why the Miles of earth 42 is so painful because this is a version of him that never got the opportunity to become spiderman. He lost his father and we can assume that he began to go down the route of prowler soon after. And just like Miguel, this Miles has much more power than the Miles we know but he has sacrificed himself and others to get to that position. This is a Miles who's first priority isn't to save as just like Miguel, he's been burned by grief and the ghost of his father quite literally looks down on him surrounded by the destruction he would've fought to prevent.

Of course Miguel fights against Miles, of course Miles fights against Miguel, they've both experienced loss but have interpreted it in such vastly different ways that they're at direct odds with each other. Miguel will never accept that there's a way to fight back as to break out of the rigorous rules is to put everyone and everything at risk, it's opening yourself to the potential of pain once again. Miles will never surrender to Miguel as he must try to save the ones he loves even if it costs everything, because if he didn't- who is he sparing? Himself? Or is he just trying to act brave while making the most cowardly of actions by letting people die without even trying to lift a finger?

Miles is just, very precious to me, what a good damn character and what a good kid I feel like he needs the break can we give it to him

[giyyuzz]

stay with me — yang jungwon.

pairing. spiderman!jungwon x f!reader.

genre. superhero!au, angst, slight fluff.

warning(s). mentions of death, blood and injuries, almost a panic attack.

wc. 2.3k

this wasn't easy for jungwon.

what was he supposed to do when he was just a simple teenager like everyone else and from one moment to another the city and people's lives were on his shoulders?

it was never easy.

every day he fought his mind to do the right thing and not make any mistakes. he didn't have time for mistakes, damn he didn't even have time to sit and breathe or heal his wounds because someone needed him and he had to be constantly going from one place to another.

as a hero it was his duty to be aware of what was happening around him at all times, he was so busy with it that sometimes he completely forgot himself.

he forgot yang jungwon to be spiderman.

sometimes he wanted to disappear from the face of the earth, or to forget his responsibilities and be with his friends without worrying about anything other than making his girlfriend happy.

his girlfriend, you, the only person who until now knew his identity and all because you were someone a little more curious than the rest. you were the only one he could lean on and the one who could understand him perfectly with just one look.

-

jungwon couldn't even sleep that night, he was coming back from saving some kids from falling off a building and in the process he had injured his leg from preventing someone from slipping and now he couldn't even walk properly.

when he made sure that there was no one near him he was finally able to enter his room, he took off his mask letting out a long sigh as tears threatened to come out of his eyes.

he went to get the first aid box to start treating that wound, which by the way didn't look good at all, but a knock on his door interrupted him and made his heart almost jump out of his chest.

"coming!"

he cursed under his breath trying to ignore the pain as he removed his suit as fast as he could.

he carefully opened the door, hiding half of his face so they wouldn't see his injuries even though he already had a hood that hid it quite well.

and seeing you there made his heart want to leave his chest again, but now for other reasons.

"hey jungwon... can we talk?" your smile was still one of the most beautiful things he saw in his life.

"sorry, hi! yeah sure" he wanted to curse when he got so nervous and shook his head when he realized that he stared at you too long and stepped aside to let you pass.

you took the time to look at all the photos he had on his wall and the little details in his room, you ran your hand delicately over the furniture trying to remember all the textures and wanting your curiosity to take over your body to see everything more closely, until you saw his camera. your eyes shone and you grabbed it with some fear trying not to drop it, you put it in position ready to take a picture and you turned to jungwon who was right behind you.

"your grandma let me in and told me that..." you almost dropped the camera the moment you saw his face.

you covered your mouth with surprise and concern, holding back the scream that wanted to come out of your throat. you put the camera aside and raised your hand to touch the cheek that had a large dark bruise but he moved away from you and took steps back, you noticed the pain on his face when he moved his leg. that ended up breaking your heart.

"jungwon what happened? was it the boys from school again? why-"

"no!" he yelled overwhelmed, he didn't want to talk about it, he just wanted to sleep and wake up a week later as a new person. but when he saw how it scared you, he tried to calm down "i'm sorry, no, it was just me... I hit the door" he let out a small laugh to hide his lie but he knew it was useless, you knew him better from no one.

"don't lie to me..." you got closer again and he didn't move away this time. you raised your hand carefully, as if you were afraid of scaring a little stray kitten.

you touched his wounded cheek and he did nothing but cling to your touch looking for more warmth and comfort putting his hand on yours, fearing that you would move away. he really did look like a cat, and you didn't know how to react.

his eyes were closed enjoying that short moment and you were convinced that he could fall asleep at any moment. with your free hand you pulled the hood off him revealing more wounds, and by that time your eyes were already full of tears.

jungwon separated from you even if he didn't want to, you looked into each other's eyes wanting to say so many things but no words left your lips.

"you should go" he turned his face away from you, approaching the door for you to leave.

he was doing it again, whenever something happened to him he locked himself away and didn't tell you anything, he took you away from him and you could spend days without knowing anything about him, he didn't bother to answer your messages and much less go to school, you could see how much he was suffering every time you looked into his eyes and you couldn't allow yourself to sit idly by.

you couldn't let this be the last time you see him, much less knowing that he needed help.

"no" your voice was firm and jungwon noticed the determination in your eyes.

"please, please, please y/n... just go"

"no jungwon, i'm not going anywhere" the air wanted to come out of your lungs but you managed to get those words out of your mouth "you are spiderman... right?"

jungwon's body tensed, his hand began to sweat as he squeezed the door handle tightly and his heart began to pound.

"pfft what are you talking about now?" he wanted to lie the best he could so you would leave him alone, he really wanted to, but the tears that were already falling down his cheeks spoke for themselves.

you wasted no time and ran to hug him tightly, jungwon instantly clung to your body until he made sure there was not a single inch separating you.

if his heart left his chest at that moment he wouldn't mind, because you were there with him and you were the only one he would give it without hesitation.

the pain in his leg by then had become unbearable so he was falling to the floor slowly, without letting go of you a single second. you could feel his tears wetting your shirt and how yours ruined his messy hair, his chest rose and fell rapidly as you rubbed his back waiting for him to let out everything he had been holding for months.

your chest hurt, you could feel everything that was going through his body and it hurt to know that he was carrying all that alone.

"i'm sorry... i just..." he spoke between sobs, he didn't even have air in his lungs to speak and his grip was tighter. you just left a little kiss on his head, letting him know that he didn't have to say anything to apologize for and you'd wait until he's okay.

when his breathing returned to normal you were sure that he had fallen asleep in your arms but his words let you know that he had not.

"this is so difficult... i can't even be myself because everyone needs spiderman all the time and i... i feel so tired, i just want to sleep and be someone normal without feeling that the weight of the world falls on my shoulders... i'm so scared and i don't know what to do anymore "

"it's okay... you can breathe now" jungwon finally let out the sigh that he kept since he started talking "you're not alone anymore, i'm here with you, you're okay now"

now you stroked his hair while you spoke in his ear, like a scared little boy seeking comfort. although that was exactly what it was.

"i knew" you were both silent for a while, and when jungwon moved a little you knew it was to keep you talking "i suspected it for a long time but i was able to confirm it the same night that you left my balcony"

jungwon couldn't help but be embarrassed at that moment, he had been sure you hadn't seen him but it seems that he was wrong. that night he had gone to your room because he needed someone, the weight on his chest was getting bigger and bigger and he was about to tell you everything but he saw you sleeping, after thinking for a few minutes in which he could calm down and get cold his head, he decided to go swinging, he mentally cursed himself for not having been more cautious.

but that didn't matter now. if a person knew he was glad it was you.

"and i could see your suit there" you moved a few inches away from him to point out where he left the suit, in full view of anyone entering the room.

jungwon just laughed softly and you joined him while you wiped away his tears.

he hid again between your neck wrapping his arms around you, fearing that if he left your warmth the world would collapse on top of him.

he just wished that moment would last forever, everything was fine when you were with him.

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it was never easy to carry with that great responsibility, but now he felt much better than before having someone who would help him unconditionally.

now he enjoyed being a hero a little more, he enjoyed feeling the wind travel all over his body as he swung through the city and played in the big buildings.

but today was different.

now he was swinging, desperately running through his veins as he carried your unconscious body.

his tears and his mask didn't let him see clearly, he even almost fell on you several times for not being able to concentrate enough, each time the air in his lungs was decreasing but he was determined to get to the hospital before it's too late.

for a moment he brought your body closer to his and he could feel that you were no longer breathing. thousands of thoughts crossed his mind and the only thing he was able to do before bringing you both down was stop in an alley.

he carefully placed you on the ground, he took off his mask trying to recover some air but it was impossible, the tears fell from his eyes like a waterfall, getting to wet your face.

he held you in his trembling hands, pushed the hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear with affection, dirtying his suit with blood.

"you'll be fine" his voice had barely come out loud, his throat tightening with each passing second.

that was the main reason why he didn't want you to know his identity, the idea of ​​losing you and something bad happening to you won out over him, he preferred hundreds of times that you hate him for walking away than that you end up hurt because of him.

"stay with me... stay with me please" his voice cracked for the tenth time, his sobs coming out of his mouth without being able to control them.

he hid his face in your neck and clung to your body carefully, fearing to hurt you even more, just like that time you found out that he was spiderman. only now he could no longer feel the warmth of your body.

this was all his fault. he was selfish and wanted to have you by his side to make the burden of being a super hero a little less heavy, he never had to have done that, he never had to let you enter his complicated life.

he lost total control of his body, the air couldn't enter or leave his body anymore, he wasn't even able to see what was happening around him due to the tears that clouded his vision. he felt how his chest was getting smaller and smaller, squeezing his heart preventing him from beating once more.

is this where it all ends? was he going to lose you? what was he going to do without you? was he going to be alone again? he couldn't think of a universe where you weren't with him. the very idea broke his heart.

he would do everything in his power to turn back time and prevent you from being hurt. he wasn't ready to lose you and he never would be.

"jungwon..."

the sound of your voice feels like his soul is returning to his body.

seeing your eyes again releases the pressure on his chest and now he holds you tightly, thanking whatever it is for keeping you by his side.

"you're fine, you're here, god i thought i was going to lose you, i'm so sorry, this is all my fault and i..." you brought his lips together with yours in a soft kiss, preventing him from speaking.

your body ached and you could barely move, but you still made the effort for him. you brought your foreheads together for a few seconds, not wanting to get away from each other.

"i'm so sorry, love"

you wanted to laugh but the pang in your chest didn't allow it, so you just smiled at him with all the love in the world you had for him.

"it's okay, you have nothing to worry about now... but please take me to the hospital, the pain is unbearable"

"oh yeah! sorry" jungwon finally reacted and carried you in his arms again.

now you were both swinging through the city, hurt but relieved, enjoying the night wind and the lights, knowing you both had each other.

permanent taglist: @soobnny

[rendevousz]

little hacker

avengers x fem!teen!reader

characters: brief clint barton, tony stark, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, peter parker

summary: you hacked into tony's systems and he, along with the team, track you down.

warnings: mentions of death and a car crash, hacking written by someone who has no idea how it works

word count: 3241

note: hi um this is my first oneshot on tumblr i hope you like it!!

you were 14 when you first met the avengers. your family had gotten into a tragic car accident and you were the only one who made it out alive, leaving you in excessive guilt and burden; guilt because you were the only one granted a second chance at life and burden because you had to live your life, barely scraping by as you were dropped the responsibility of taking care of your sick grandmother.

at 11, where all that the kids your age had to worry about was whether their pocket money was enough to get themselves an after-school snack, you worried whether or not the money left to your name was enough to survive.

at 11, where girls worried about their changing bodies and asked their mothers about it, you had to figure it all out yourself and with the help of your trusty laptop, the only gadget you had, one that your dad had gifted to you after you had gotten 100s for all your tests at age 8. he thought you were his little prodigy and figured a laptop would treat you well. you took care of it well because while you didn't want to spend the last of your money left, —that was specifically set aside for your grandmother's hospital bills— you wanted to hold on to the laptop for as long as you could, as a reminder of your loving father, as well as the memories the item held, after you've watched movies with pretty much all of your passed family members on that laptop at different points in your life. that was why whenever the thing lagged due to how much you've been using it, you almost always figure out how to fix it until it was good as new.

at 12, while your classmates had their parents to protect them when they were out at night, you feared for your life whenever you were out past dark. which led you to learning self defence from youtube videos. you learned them pretty quickly and with your sharp-wittedness, you no longer feared to be out at night. you even had the honours of trying out your skills when some men thought they could get you just because you were smaller than them.

at 12, where kids your age were having fun, enjoying their childhood, you had no choice but to be mature and think for the good of yourself and your sick grandmother. you were forced to grow up and you were probably more mature and intelligent than the rest of your classmates combined.

and at 13, you realised that money wasn't going to grow on trees and the money you were left with wasn't going to last forever. it had to last until you were old enough to work. but with your grandmother's condition getting worse and worse, you were forced to drop out of school. you were upset because you loved it. you loved knowledge. but family came first and the only thing that your knowledge increased on was on computers.

which led to you being able to hack into tony stark's bank account at only 14. you had no other choice than to steal money and who better to steal it from than a guy whose pocket change could probably last you another five years or so? you knew who tony stark was, the whole world knows who he is. and you thought that maybe he would be too preoccupied with his alter ego saving the whole world, along with his group of earth's mightiest heroes that he wouldn't notice the tiny bit of money you'd stolen from him.

of course the billionaire had been alerted immediately by his AI when you'd accessed into his systems. "security breach?" he exclaimed, immediately dropping the tool he was tinkering his suit with in his lab.

he spent about 3 minutes, that was how long you took touring around in his systems, observing what you did in it. he watched as you did nothing about the highly confidential information he had and instead, stole....5 grand from his bank account? that was barely a scratch to his account. what was going on?

he had requested FRIDAY to track down the hacker, mainly because he was perplexed that someone had hacked into his well protected system just to steal a tiny bit of money but it seems that even FRIDAY couldn't track down where it came from.

he told the team and it was then that everyone worried how dangerous the hacker could possibly be.

"who steals just 5 grand after hacking into a billionaire's bank account?" clint frowned after tony had explained the whole situation. "i mean, if i managed to hack into your systems, i'd do way more than just steal a couple bucks."

"exactly. and who knows? they might just be waiting for the right moment to install dangerous malware into the system and until we find the culprit, they're roaming somewhere out there with all our confidential information right at the tip of their fingers. if they decide to use it against us..." tony trailed off, for once having a worried expression on his otherwise nonchalant face. he's never been this clueless about what to do with any sort of technical issues concerning the avengers or himself.

you on the other hand, after getting complacent that you weren't caught, kept doing so for the next couple months or so. you had no ill intentions, just trying to scrape by. the whole situation puzzled tony. he didn't care how much you've taken from him in total now, you were right; it was merely pocket change to him. but you were still considered a threat since you had free access to his systems and he didn't even know who you were or where you were.

that was until you made a tiny mistake, one that if tony wasn't spending every waking moment trying to track you down he wouldn't have noticed. and though it was a small mistake, it certainly was going to change how things ran from then on.

that afternoon, after having just gotten back from visiting your grandmother at the hospital, you were planning to get more money from the billionaire's bank account at the comfort of your own home. god, hospital bills were expensive. once you had had a little snack, you settled down on the couch and opened your laptop. but being the quick-witted person you were, before the screen in front of you lit up, you saw movement from behind you.

your heart raced. you could handle fighting people but those usually happened in alleys at nighttime. this was in your home, your safe place. you made sure to lock the doors and there weren't fire escapes outside your windows so how did the intruder get in?

you could tell they were trying to be inconspicuous to get to you and so you let them. you let the person think that they were going to get you without a fight but when they were right behind you, you swiftly turned your body around and jumped over the couch. the masked intruder let out a surprised yelp and the two of you fought for a bit. before you knew it, you had them pinned under you in just ten seconds.

"wha– how– what?" it sounded like a boy. you looked down at him and noticed his red and blue spandex suit. you frowned. wasn't this the friendly neighbourhood spiderman guy or something? why was a superhero breaking into your home?

he was coughing from your knee pressing down onto his chest and you lifted it slightly, enough for him to breathe but not enough to escape. he seemed grateful though because he muttered a seemingly embarrassed 'thanks'.

"get off the kid or i'll blast you off of him myself."

you look up and saw the iron man repulsor aimed right at you, and obviously iron man himself was standing right there in the middle of your small apartment. behind him stood a redhead, who you knew as the black widow, aiming a pistol at you, and a man with a shield, captain america. the spiderboy must've come in through the window and unlocked the door for them.

when you made eye contact with steve, he frowned in confusion. you looked way too young to be the culprit they had expected. he muttered a quiet 'wait, what?' before tony stark revealed himself, his iron man faceplate opening.

"um...kid? where are your parents? or guardian? we need to see them because there's been some highly illegal activity coming from this address." the man in the suit spoke. you stayed still, knee still pressing against the boy under you, frowning at the adults in the room. they noticed your apprehensiveness and slowly lowered their weapons. "we're not here to hurt you, you can release the boy now," steve told you gently.

you usually weren't one to trust easily but since these people were known superheroes, you reluctantly stood up, still anxious of the possibilities of what they could do to you. the spiderboy got up too and dusted his back, before going to stand next to steve. you were confused as to why these heroes were breaking in your home until you remembered what you had been up to for the past weeks. how could you forget when that was the only reason you were still surviving?

your eyes widened with fear when they met tony's soft ones. he looked at you with such care and worry that you were reminded of your late dad. the man in front of you wasn't the arrogant man you've watched on youtube. you felt bad for stealing from him now. you used to think that he deserved it, despite how little you took compared to how much he had. the man knelt down before you so he didn't appear so big in front of you, seeing your frightened expression. little did he know you were frightened for a totally different reason.

"anyone else living here, kid? because i tracked down this address and someone has been stealing money from me. i might need to have a little talk with them." he explained, looking around the house. you fiddled with the hem of your shirt nervously, scared of what would come once you came clean about your actions. you were scared you were going to be taken in for juvenile crime but you were also scared of the consequences of lying straight to their faces. so you took a deep breath before deciding to just tell the truth.

"t–that would be me, sir." you admitted in a small voice, avoiding eye contact with the billionaire you had been stealing from. a few shocked looks from the team and an incredulous 'what?' from tony had you biting the inside of your cheeks in fear.

"i'm truly sorry about that, sir. i..." you trailed off, debating whether or not to justify your actions because you thought that he might not even want to listen to it. "i had to pay off my grandmother's hospital bills because she is very sick. my family died a few years ago in a car crash and i was the only one who made it. i was left some money to my name but having to survive on that along with paying off nana's bills, it was bound to run out. i...i thought that since you were a billionaire, stealing a few thousands wouldn't matter to you...i'm so sorry, sir. i– i'll start working to pay you back.." you stuttered out, holding your hands together so it would minimise the shaking.

tony's mouth opened and closed, like fish out of water, not knowing what to say to you. he stood up and you were on the verge of breaking down right then and there, feeling as small as you did before he knelt before you. "p–please don't report me, sir. i– i don't know what would happen to my nana if you do.. i swear to you that i didn't mess with your other files. i only accessed the system for your bank account and that was it. i have no ill intentions, please don't report me.." you were now the one kneeling down in front of him, begging.

the team were flabbergasted at the scene unfolding before them and tony was quick to get you off your knees, which scared you even more because the death grip of his metal hands on your forearms had your mind running wild at the millions of possibilities of what he would do to you. was he going to kill you and leave you somewhere that people were never going to find your body? or was he going to dispose of you and use his power to remove you permanently from the system so no one came looking for you? he had the power to ruin your life and you feared that.

snapping you out of your mental breakdown, he spoke softly. "hey, it's okay." and that was when you realised the 'death grip' he had on your forearms had only been your paranoia getting the best of you. he was barely even touching you. your teary eyes looked up at his soft, brown ones in fear.

then he smiled at you.

"it's okay. i understand the reason why you did what you did. you're a good kid, your nana is so lucky to have you. what's your name?" he knelt down before you once again, knowing that him standing tall in his iron man suit terrified you. "y/n." you responded timidly.

"how old are you, y/n?" this time, it was steve who asked. you had forgotten that there were other people in the room, too consumed by your fear for your life a few moments ago. "i'm fourteen, mr america, sir." you whispered out, the sight of captain america in person intimidating you until you saw a kind smile on his face.

"you're pretty young to be doing what you've been doing, y/n. are you aware that you're the first person to be able to hack into my heavily protected, supposedly impenetrable network? many have tried to do so and failed, and they were really smart people too. have you been doing this for a while?" tony asked.

"um...my father gifted me this laptop when i was 8 because i did exceptionally well in school. he believed i was a child prodigy and let me have a laptop since he knew my studies wouldn't be affected by the distraction of entertainment. i used to only hack into games to cheat my way up the ranks but only recently i tried something else since i had nothing better to do and i've been out of school for a while now. i knew you were a billionaire so i tried just for the heck of it and surprised myself when i got in on the first try. and then i saw your bank account details and i really needed money so i stole some... again, i'm so sorry about that." you apologised, looking down at your feet.

he couldn't believe it. you were just messing around and you managed to get into his system? you, a mere fourteen year old who was out of school, managed to single handedly do what geniuses around the world had failed to do?

he was initially just going to have a talk with the hacker, and in case they were dangerous and had backup, he brought his own. but bringing steve, natasha and peter proved to be unnecessary when the culprit turned out to be you.

"where did you learn those moves?" natasha stepped closer towards you. you looked up at the redhead, noticing the glare she had on you when she aimed her pistols at you was replaced with curiosity.

you fiddled with the hem of your shirt even more, embarrassed to tell her that you learned to fight from a couple of youtube videos when she had gotten years of actual training. you were pathetic compared to her. "i, um, i learned them from some youtube videos."

her eyebrows raised in surprise at the revelation. you hadn't gotten professional training yet you moved like you had. peter had superhuman strength, agility and endurance yet you took him down in under ten seconds. sure it may have been a disadvantage to peter because he was caught off guard but he should've been able to take you down still.

now was tony going to let the chance of a lifetime slip by? no, of course he was immediately thinking of recruiting you. your dad had been right about you being a prodigy. you adapted to new skills quickly and you were perfect for recruitment.

"hey kid, wanna be an avenger?"

your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in shock. steve immediately turned to him, an incredulous look on his face as he glared dangerously at the billionaire. "stark, you wanna think about this for a minute?"

"thank about what, cap? you saw what she did to the spiderling. and she successfully hacked into my system on her first try and we took weeks to trace her. romanoff back me up here," he saw how impressed natasha was by you and he knew the redhead wasn't going to disagree. "stark's right, steve. she's only fourteen and she's capable of so much already. we need someone like her."

"exactly! she's only fourteen! this life is dangerous for her!" steve argued. peter then tapped his shoulder to get his attention. "hey, mr rogers, i'm a sixteen-year-old avenger and she took me down easily. not gonna lie, it hurt my pride, also my back when you flipped me over your shoulder," he turned to you but you didn't say anything because you couldn't see his facial expression. "but i think she's going to be okay, sir."

steve sighed before turning to you, the defeated expression on his face softening when you looked up at him with your doe eyes and a small smile. you didn't answer to tony just yet since it seemed that steve had a say in it as well but you were dying to say yes. not only were you not going to be reported for your crimes but to be recruited by iron man himself to be an avenger? who could say no to that? not you, at least, since you had nothing better to do with your life at the moment.

"well, what do you say, kid?"

your smile grew and you nodded happily. the team couldn't help but crack a smile at how happy you looked for the first time since they've encountered you.

"well, you should go pack your important stuff so we can go back to the tower. you're going to be moving in if you're an official member of the avengers." tony told you and you nodded, walking towards your room to start packing while the team sat on the couch to wait for you.

"wait, what's going to happen to my nana?" you turned back towards them, worry etched onto you face. "don't worry about it, kid. you can give me the details later and i'll settle it. she'll be in good hands." he assured. "okay." you mumbled in response.

you were actually going to be an avenger. "awesome.." you grinned to yourself as you packed.

[wizkiddx]

supercluster

this is my entry for @hollandsrecs 'toms birthday fanfic fest' event - go check it out!!! I know its a early but im v bored so have it now. also im acc kinda really proud of this one, any feedback would be v appreciated 🤍

the prompt was: 'you and tom are best friends and you tell him that you love him on his birthday'

summary: its toms birthday but he has a few things to get off his chest and into the night sky, y/n joins in with a bit of a revelation too

best friends -> lovers

warnings: mentions of alcohol, bit angsty but promise ends all fluffy and a shit tonne of dialogue

wc: 3.5k ishhh

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Everything got a little too wild and stuffy in the living area, Haz and Harry screaming sweet caroline, whilst Greg (Tom’s stunt man) was pouring *another* round of shots. The sweatiness and clamminess of the room meant Y/n took a moment to escape, sliding out the double doors, and closing them softly behind her to ensure no one would notice her little escape. Something about the midnight air, the slightly dewy smell of the neighbouring fields, felt like it was refreshing Y/n from the inside out. When she turned around, back facing the fancy rented house, she was slightly shocked by Tom standing in the garden. It was his birthday party after all. In all honesty, Y/n felt a bit guilty she hadn’t noticed he wasn’t in the thick of it with his brothers and castmates.

His silhouette was set against the clear night sky, the stars extra prominent this evening and the moon casting a soft glow off the left side of his face, exaggerating the natural contours of his jawline and cheekbones. Clearly, he was enraptured by the sky, staring up at it with a thoughtful look on his face.

And Y/n recognised that look instantly; she knew what he was doing.

In fact, he had taught her to do precisely the same thing. As kids, the Hollands, Y/n’s family and another two families from the local area all went camping together. It was an annual event, ‘the Kingston collective camping adventure’ as Dom had named it. Y/n couldn’t remember a year when they hadn’t gone actually - it was that much of a tradition.

One year, though, when she and Tom were about 9, her mothers’ due date coincided with the camping dates. So, sensibly, the decision had been made that Y/n and her brother would just be looked after by the Hollands - whilst her mum and dad were safely tucked up in bed at home, awaiting the arrival of her littlest brother.

Y/n, her brother Alex, and Tom were all sharing a tent, and it must’ve been at least midnight that Tom was awoken by shuffling and zipping up of the tent. He’d realised she was gone through sleepy eyes and, without a second thought, went to go find her. Sure enough, she wasn’t far away, not even 50 metres from the tent, crouched on the grass. Immediately Tom’s presence had been noticed, making Y/m quickly snivel and wipe her face.

“Are you upset?”

“Go away Tom.” The comment didn’t do a lot, though; instead, 9-year-old Tom had planted himself down next to her - his pyjamas getting wet on the moist grass floor.

“Are you missing Auntie Sarah and Uncle Mike?” In the same way that Y/n called Nikki and Dom auntie and uncle, the Holland boys mirrored the nicknames for her parents. Y/n replied with a long sigh before hiccuping, failing to control the stream of tears. Yes, he was right - this was her first night away from her parents- but she wasn't about to spill her heart out to the 'stupid boy' who had stolen one of her marshmallows that evening. Tom’s little brown eyes swelled, looking slightly terrified and out of his depth, whilst with all his 9 years of wisdom, trying to come up with an answer.

“Do you want to play football to forget about it?”

Unsurprisingly Y/n shook her head violently. Tom cursed inwardly at himself for saying the wrong thing, apparently football wasn't the answer to everything. The two children went back to silence until Tom had the metaphorical light bulb moment. “My mum told me something for when I got to sleepovers? Look!” He grabbed Y/n’s little hand, extending it upwards towards the night sky.

“No matter where you are, you’re all looking at the same stars too, right?”

Tom jumped a little before looking over his shoulder and recognising Y/n with the softest smile that grew across his face. Y/n slowly walked to his side, arms crossed over her chest to try and keep the cold at bay, joining Tom in staring up at the starry expanse.

“How do you always know?” Tom spoke in a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly. It was true, she did always know - but his question was somewhat irrelevant. They'd spent most their childhood together, they were as easy to read as a children’s book to each other.

“Missing home?”

“Sort of, I got my own slice of home with the boys and-and you but… pads, mum dad yeh, feel like on your birthday your always supposed to see your family.”

Although Harry, Harrison, Sam and Y/n had managed to fly out to surprise Tom on his birthday- prior commitments meant his parents and youngest brother hadn’t been able to make it. They four arrived yesterday, greeted by a very shocked and pretty emotional Tom - who had clearly been missing the sense of home somewhat. He’d been away shooting a film, then straight away launching into press for the next spiderman movie. It had been a long while since he’d been in London - half a year in fact.

This time too, he’d been away without a single family member or friend - that was another truth he’d learnt about growing up. Your friends and family, they all get lives of their own. Tom used to be a trailblazer, the first to get a job, the one everyone was super proud of. They still were, of course, but didn’t dote on him in quite the same way - everyone had their own shit to deal with. It was yet another reason Tom wasn’t welcoming his birthday as much as he usually would.

“Your parents did always spoil you rotten.”

“They spoilt you worst and you’re not technically their kid.” Y/n rolled her eyes, even if it might slightly true - muttering a ‘touche’ at the brown-haired boy next to her. Their families had always been close; naturally the adults seemed to gravitate more to the kids that weren’t their own. The ones who you could ‘give back’ at the end of the day. It just so happened Nikki and Dom had always loved having Y/n around, maybe a bit more than anyone else.

“Have you had a good birthday then? You should be in there with Greg pouring that shitty vodka down your throat.” Y/n questioned, whilst shrugging back toward the house, the dull thump of Jacob's playlist just audible. Still, both stared upwards, standing close enough that their upper arms were both pressed up against each other. She expected a jovial answer, but even from his tone, it was evident there was something up. He sounded…weary?

“I’m bloody glad you all came...don’t get me wrong, I love Z and Jacob and everyone but….”

“Shitty week?”

“Shitty birthday week of promo and press.” Tom scathed, and Y/n nodded. Even if she couldn’t understand what was so bad about press, she knew that Tom hated it passionately. And in the same way, he loved all his castmates dearly, but they hadn’t known him his whole life. They didn’t understand why he did every little thing; their values lay just that bit apart. It just wasn’t the same as being surrounded with his family - you and Harrison adopted Hollands too.

“I just feel like I’ve spent all week trapped in a room answering the most stupid, irrelevant and inconsequential questions... Everything’s just so surface level and fake and, and I-“He cut himself off, for the first time meeting Y/n’s eyes. In all honesty, Tom got a bit caught up in the stars reflecting off her piercing y/e/c eyes before changing tack.

“Will you do me a favour?”

This wasn’t spoken with the normal Tom tone. It wasn’t joking or jovial; it wasn’t an ‘off the tongue’ thing. This was spoken with such seriousness and gravitas coming from his deep voice that Y/n replied equally truthfully.

“Always T, you know that.”

“Will you please ask me a personal and serious and deep question?”

She got where he was coming from too.

Clearly, even though the evening was supposed to be a light piss up in celebration, it had instead unearthed some darker thoughts that Tom had been harbouring away. Perhaps he never even realised he needed such seriousness, or perhaps with his castmates he hadn’t felt comfortable exposing himself like that. Either way, Y/n was going to respect him now. It was technically his birthday, too; the clocks had already struck 12 - it was now his day.

It wasn’t tricky to think of one; she’d often wondered the same question of him - never with the opportunity to ask. The question popped into her head again, almost as soon as Tom asked for one.

“Okay…. What’s your deepest regret that makes you feel guilty for feeling because in the grand scheme of things, it minor? Like such a 'first world problem'." What do you regret that’s just completely selfish?”

Tom immediately stiffened, his jaw tensing as he worked through his thoughts in his head. Scared she’d pushed it too far, Y/n averted her gaze back to the sky, chewing her bottom lip slightly. It took a moment, but then she saw Tom turn towards her, in the peripheries of her vision. With a tightly closed-lip smirk on his face he joked “If your gonna ask questions like that, we better sit down.”

And so they did, both sitting crossed legged on the ground, knees brushing against each other. Just on the grass lawn, almost mirroring themselves all those years ago as kids in that camping site. Y/n wondered if she should offer to play football instead - to cheer him up.

“Missing out. I miss out months at a time. Miss out on seeing mum and dad, miss out on the pub quizzes with the boys, miss out seeing you… I mean, I didn’t even know you had a new job until you mentioned it this morning. I miss out on time with nana Tess and all my grandparents, and that’s scary cos… well, every time I go, it could be the last time… I don’t know, I just… I get so much, get to travel, to see the world, but… sometimes it feels like I’m sacrificing the foundations. And without the foundations….”

“The walls come crumbling down.” Y/n finished off his sentence quietly, barely whispering the words - but from Tom’s nod of agreement, it seemed like she’d hit the nail on the head. There was silence for a beat till Y/n whispered to him.

“Well, happy birthday to you” Trying to bring the mood up a little, she bumped his shoulder, and Tom chuckled breathily.

“Seriously! This is helping me out. I-I just need to get everything out and start my 25th year fresh.”

“Hey, if that’s all you want, I’m getting a refund on my present- we can just get deep and interview each other.”

“I’m game, except I’m keeping the present too.”

“Just because it’s your birthday and I’m a bit tipsy, I’ll allow it.”

“Okay, well then, Y/n L/n”, He spoke formally, leaning in closer and making her giggle a little. “What’s your biggest regret?”

“Honestly?” Tom just repeated her in reply, but this time it was a statement.

"Honestly."

He really was going deep too. No holding back now. Y/n sucked on her cheek before replying. “Not travelling with you when we were 19… I was just so determined to get to uni and start grown-up life, but… well, grown-up life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I should’ve tried to stay a kid longer, messing about on your film sets and pretending it was work. I think I would’ve learnt more from seeing the world with you.”

“Well, I am very knowledgable.”

“Shut up, you drop out- who didn't know what a drag race was.” She wasn’t wrong, and whilst yes, he had dropped out to be a film star - he was still a dropout. (with exceptionally poor knowledge of RuPaul) He scowled, then leaning back on his hands, so he was half reclined on the grass as Y/n thought of her next question.

“Whats your biggest worry?”

“Easy.” He chuffed, making Y/n furrow her brows at him. Clearly, he’d already thought of this. “That I finally settle down with the love of my life, and then the fans or press or paps ruin it.”

It made sense; every time Tom had gone public with a relationship, it had ended in a minor car crash. Typically it was also the girl who got hurt; she was the ‘victim’ in everything. Though Y/n had seen first hand the effect it had had on Tom - he never made it out damage-free.

“You make it sound like you’ve already got this dream girl queued and waiting.”

“I wish”, Tom sighed, as Y/n took the opportunity to completely lie down on the grass, staring up at the dark abyss. She’d always loved the stars and had become a bit of a geek on them as they’d grown up too- and maybe it was all down to Tom on that camping trip. Following suit, Tom copied her, his head resting on his hands that were crossed behind his head, taking in the moment of pure peace as they lay on the grass.

“You see that bright one there?” Pointing up, Y/n shimmied closer to him so that he definitely saw the same thing as her. “It’s actually not one. Look closer.” Humming, Tom shifted a bit closer, so her shoulder slotted under the side of his body just the teeniest bit. It meant he could follow her direction and squinted up at the little patch of the sky.

“ 5…maybe 6? What is it?”

“The pliedes supercluster…. basically a big group of stars that all were born from the same place- the same stellar nursery.”

“But they’re moving now?” She hummed in confirmation to his question, briefly glancing at the way his eyes were fixed on the sky. For the first time he seemed genuinely interested in hearing her stories of the stars. It usually was an eye roll and ‘you’re so lame’.

“They’re called the sibling stars… like everything in life, as they get older they drift apart but…. but to us down here? They’ll always be associated together because they have a gravitational effect on each other. They’ll always have their thing tying them together. Like an invisible string.”

“Sounds like you’re being metaphorical.” Tom chuckled, expecting a taunt back but receiving nothing except a gentle agreement.

“Theres also actually 7. The last one people can only sometimes see… it’s a pulsing star, so comes and goes.”

“They do that?”

“Yeh, and no matter what… if you can see it or not, it’s always there. Always having an impact on its family.”

Biting his lower lip slightly, Tom repositioned his head slightly, Y/n’s words taking time to be fully absorbed. He was sure she was making parallels to him. Barely there, appearing and disappearing, but always a part of the family.

“You are being metaphorical.”

“Maybe.” She whispered shortly. “Metaphors depend on who’s listening and if they draw parallels to their own life. It’s subjective. You can’t tell anyone what is and isn’t metaphor…. it takes the beauty out of it.”

“Right, sure... But if you were…. me, harry, Sam, pads, you, Haz, Tuwaine? That the 7?” Y/n held back the little smile at his words. Tom wasn’t as ‘head in the clouds’ as she was- he was literal. Also, he was bloody stubborn when he wanted to be.

“I wasn’t being metaphorical T.” He knew she was lying. She knew that he knew. But it still helped him, made him feel a bit better. That he was always, in some way, having some effect... lives always intertwined with the people he cared about the most.

“Tell me another story about another star.”

Time for the rest of the night kind of got lost. The two young adults just lay on the grass, entirely in their own little world, using each others body heat to keep themselves warm through the early hours. Neither felt remotely tired, Y/n whispering her little stories of both the myths and science of the old stars, pointing out each planet. Meanwhile, Tom listened in awe, for once not taking the mick out of her incredibly geeky hobby. Instead, he found himself getting fascinated by all the little intricacies Y/n was so passionate about.

It was only when the stars began to fade, as orangey-red hue started to seep up from the horizon the either noticed the time. It was now the morning of the next day, the house long since had turned silent behind them - presumably, everyone finally passing out shit faced.

As the stars’ light was overtaken by the rising sun, Y/n ran out of stories; the two settled into silence - neither quite ready to go to bed yet.

“It’s still my turn,” Tom spoke into the sky before pivoting his head to look Y/n in the eye, seeing the confusion in her furrowed brows. “It’s my question to ask. My turn.”

“Aren’t you sick of my voice yet?” There was absolutely no reason that they were both whispering. It wasn’t like anyone was trying to listen or that they’d disturb anyone else my talking normally. But it was nicer that way. It felt calming... intimate even.

“One more. And then you get one more… and then we really should probably go to bed.” He didn’t want the night to end; he was immensely enjoying this weird grey time between being 25 and 26. But it was cold, Tom could tell Y/n had started to feel it a little more. To be fair, she was only in a floral day dress, not much in the way of warmth. With a hum of agreement, Y/n smiled lightly at him, urging his question.

“Whats the biggest secret you’ve kept from me?”

With a bit of a scoff, Y/n sighed and closed her eyes, trying to draw some strength she wasn’t sure she had. It wasn’t like she needed to wrack her brains to come up with it - she knew instantly. Almost painfully too.

“Uhm, honestly?” Now even more intrigued, Tom nodded, using his foot for nudge hers - encouraging her to speak. “Probably how much you mean to me.”

“Oh” He couldn’t help it; the sound just slipped out his mouth without checking with his brain first. That answer had just been so unexpected. He had honestly been thinking that it would be something about how ‘fame had changed him’. After hearing that, Y/n turned her head up the sky again, feeling like her cheeks were on fire with embarrassed heat. Tom knew he had fucked up.

“No, I… I didn’t mean- just just ask me too.” With a sigh, Y/n waved off his stumbled answer as he tried to cover himself.

“This is stup-“

“Ask me!” For the first time in 5 hours, Tom spoke at an normal volume - but it felt painfully loud, like a shout.

“What’s the biggest secret you kept from me?” Her tone was defeated, but nevertheless, he answered.

“How upset I was when you didn’t come when we were 19. I got why, but it was still annoying. Felt like you were picking uni friends over me-“ At this point on any other evening, Y/n would have interjected and argued. None of this situation was normal, though, so she chose to hear him out. “- I know it’s stupid, but…. I guess that’s how much you meant an-and still mean to me too.”

There was silence for a couple minutes, waiting whilst the sun started to peep over the horizon, the lone witness to an otherwise very private conversation. That was until Y/n barely spoke, more like mouthed 2 simple words.

“I lied.” The intensity of the way Tom stared at her made Y/n wish that the sun hadn’t been so bright, that they were back in the darkness that hid her face more. “Biggest lie I’ve told you … that I’m not in love with you.”

Y/n didn’t see because she couldn’t face looking at him, but Tom’s face erupted into the most prominent, toothiest smile. Whilst Tom was enjoying the moment of being absolutely ecstatic, Y/n was waiting for a response- feeling her world come crashing in. That she'd just destroyed one of the most important friendships in her life too.

But then he said the opposite of what she thought he would.

“I lied too.”

That had her attention, whipping her head toward him as Tom rolled onto his side on the lawn, balancing with his head resting on one hand. “I lied that I’ve not been completely under your spell since we were kids at that campsite, and you were homesick.”

Y/n’s heart was literally in her mouth, brain overwhelmed but one overriding thought oh so bloody clear.

She’d lost control of everything, arching up to mirror Tom. Using one hand, she reached out to cup Tom’s jaw, to which he instinctively leant toward - until their lips were mere centimetres apart, hot breath fanning over each other.

Y/n no control as she whispered those 3 words against his lips. No control at how immediately after he pressed his to hers; no control as Tom guided her to roll on top of him, knees either side of his torso as his strong arms wrapped around her back.

Once again, time was lost between the two, only pulling apart when their lungs burned for oxygen.

“For the record, I love you too.” Grinning from ear to ear, Tom used one hand to gently stroke his thumb across her cheek, switching his focus from her left to right eye - in wonder at how the early morning sun reflected from her y/e/c irises. He’d always thought she was beyond beautiful, but when she was this close to him, with the sun rising behind her in such a way - she looked damn ethereal.

“Happy birthday T.” Nodding in agreement, Tom chuckled before finding her lips once again, whispering against them.

“Yeh, happy damn birthday to me.”

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Plank All Over Me - Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

Plank All Over Me Masterlist

“Welcome back to Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts.” James Cordan said to the camera. “I’m here with Tom and Y/n Holland.”

“Oh my God.” Tom looked at you with wide eyes as you both thought the same thing.

“He introduced us.” You realized. “We can’t do our bit.”

“You’re my wife now, darling. You get to do anything you want.” Tom stated at he looked at James. “James, we’re actually Dave and James Franco.”

“Who’s who?” James humored you, well aware of the way you and Tom acted in interviews.

“I’m clearly the James.” You mumbled as you smoothed your dress.

“Dave is more attractive.” Tom shrugged sassily and you made a face at him.

“Can we start the game?” James playfully interrupted and you and Tom sat up straight.

“Yes, sorry.” You nodded as James began to explain the rules of the game. You’d seen the bit enough times to know how to play, so you tuned James out a little. You didn’t mean to, you just had a lot on your mind lately. There was something you needed to tell Tom and you hadn’t found the right way to do it yet.

“The first question is for Y/n and since I love her so much I’m going to give her the hot sauce.” James smiled wickedly as he got the hot sauce in front of you.

“Mmm.” You said sarcastically and grimaced at the camera.

“Who got the drunkest at your wedding?” James read off the card before looking at you. You pursed your lips as you thought about the answer before chuckling.

“Probably Tom.” You laughed as you pointed at your husband who was sat across the table from you. His face lit up with laughter as he folded his arms.

“Yeah, I was gonna say. Ryan Reynolds and I had a drinking competition that I definitely won.” He said smugly, making the audience cheer.

“I never imagined I’d be standing by Blake Lively’s side on my wedding day, screaming “CHUG” at my husband, but I’m glad it happened. You made me proud.” You said to Tom with a fond pout on your face.

“Aw.” Tom held his hand over his heart as you stared at each other lovingly.

“Gross.” James deadpanned, making the two of you laugh.

“Next question is for Tom and I am going to give you the cockroaches.” You said as you spun the table. “Love you, honey.”

“It’s looking at me.” Tom gagged as he picked up a cockroach and quickly dropped it back in the little glass bowl.

“How dare that slutty, dead cockroach stare at you.” You joked. “Tell it you’re married.”

“I swear, you two are the strangest couple I had ever sat with.” James shook his head as he laughed.

“We get that a lot.” You and Tom said in unison.

“Okay, Tom, who is the most unprofessional Avenger on set?” You read off your card before setting it back on the table.

“Ooo. That’s a tough one since they’re all so badly behaved.” Tom clicked his tongue and the audience laughed gleefully.

“No, I’m joking.” He smiled at the reaction. “I’m gonna go with Evans because he’s pretty much a ten year old. Like, he carries around one of those tiny skateboards - what are they called?”

“Tech Decks.” You told him.

“Yeah. He carried around a Tech Deck and runs it over everyone’s arms when we’re blocking scenes.” Tom explained as he did the motion of the mini skateboard on the table.

“I have also seen him covered in Cheeto dust countless times.” You added. “He will straight up come to set with orange fingers. He is the opposite of Captain America.”

“I hate that. We call them Wotsitz in England and it makes me cringe.” Tom shuddered as he moved the table. “James, I’m gonna give you the bird saliva.”

“It looks warm.” James commented as he picked it up to examine it. “That’s so unsettling.”

“Ick.” Tom grimaced and picked up a card. “James, which guest would you not invite back to the show?”

The audience reacted accordingly and you raised your eyebrows at the host.

“I can’t answer that.” James held his hand over his mouth as he stared at the bird saliva in front of him.

“Then why do you get asked that in every installment of Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts?” You asked bluntly, making the audience laugh.

“That’s an excellent question and I’m going to think about it while I drink this bird saliva.” James looked you right in the eyes as he took a sip from the small glass. You cringed when he swallowed it and immediately went to take a sip of water.

“Ew. Is it thick?” You wondered as he coughed into his elbow.

“You don’t want to know.” James said hoarsely, shaking his head.

“Do I go now?” Tom asked, already forgetting the order of turns.

“Yes, you pick for Y/n.” James told him as he wiped his mouth.

“Okay.” Tom smiled deviantly and spun the table. “I’m gonna give you the turkey testicles because I know how much you love-“

“Tom.” You cut him off with a stern look.

“Turkey burgers.” He finished his sentence. “She loves turkey burgers.”

You squinted your eyes at him as he laughed devilishly.

“I’m about to walk out.” You threatened him once your fate was put in front of you.

“It’s not a true interview with us unless one of us threatens to leave.” Tom noted as he picked up his card. “Who do you think is the smallest Avenger?”

“Oh, definitely Mackie.” You answered confidently, relieved you didn’t have to eat the “food” in front of you.

“But he’s taller than me.” Tom tilted his head in confusion and your eyes widened.

“Oh you meant height?” You asked, fully misunderstanding the original question. The audience erupted into laughter and you felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

“WHAT?” James asked as he wiped tears from his eyes.

“I thought you were asking about something else.” You said sheepishly as you shrunk in your seat.

“This is CBS.” He reminded you and you have an apologetic grin.

“Next question.” You requested, wanted to move on from your lapse in judgment.

“This ones for Tom and I’m giving you the salmon smoothie.” James decided. “Tom, how much did you get paid for Spiderman: Far From Home?”

“Enough to put a 20 karat ring on Y/n’s finger.” Tom response was immediate and you lit up in delight. You held your hand up to your ear so the camera could see it.

“With matching earrings.” You said coyly before letting out a laugh, all while Tom watched you with a childlike grin.

“My turn. I’m gonna give you the tarantula. James.” You decided and picked up a card. “Who was your least favorite guest on Carpool Karaoke?”

You held the card to your chest as you looked at him expectantly, knowing he’d never answer it.

“I can’t answer that.” He shook his head. “I have an answer but I can’t say it.”

“When you met Lin Manuel Miranda, did he bite his lip?” The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Tom burst out laughing at you, knowing exactly what you were talking about.

“Oh my God. She’s obsessed with that one picture of the guy.” Tom explained.

“It’s so funny. EUHYYYHY WE WERE MARRIED THAT NIGHT.” You imitated the countless singing videos of Lin Manuel Miranda you’d seen on Tik Tok that left you in tears of laughter every night.

“I hear this everyday.” Tom told James as you laughed at yourself.

“I can’t. I can’t. Sorry Lin.” You giggled again before calming down.

“Lin was perfectly lovely and we would love to have him back.” James brought the conversation back to the question. “I have an answer but I just can’t say who it was.”

“Then you better put that spider in your mouth.” Tom nodded towards the spider.

“It’s easy. I do it all the time. Wink wink.” You gave the camera an over exaggerated wink.

“Oh My God. Every time.” Tom scolded you as you made yet another innuendo.

“It smells horrible.” James whined as he leaned down to sniff the tarantula.

“Well it’s a dead bug. Were you expecting Japanese Cherry Blossom?” You sassed him.

“Oh God. Here we go.” James plugged his nose and took a tiny bite of the spiders leg.

“How is it?” Tom wondered as he watched in disgust. “Is it crunchy?”

“It’s gooey.” James told him before wiping his face with his napkin.

“I could’ve told you that.” You shrugged, causing Tom to give you a stern look that told you to behave.

“Stop it.” He couldn’t contain his laughter. “Who’s turn is it?”

“It’s my turn to ask Y/n.” James said as he looked around the table for what hadn’t been used yet.

“Fire away.” You said casually despite the butterflies in your tummy over what he could possible ask you.

“Okay Y/n, I’m gonna give you the grasshoppers.” You bit your tongue between your teeth as James moved the table towards you.

“Delicious.” You grimaced as you poked around in the bowl of grasshoppers.

“Y/n, if you had to date one of Tom’s brothers to save his life, which would you pick?” James read off the card and the audience murmured with anticipation.

“How would I get into that situation?” You stalled your answer, knowing you’d have to pick between hurting Toms feelings or eating a bug.

“And how do I prevent her from getting into that situation?” Tom added, making you laugh. He was trying to keep his cool but you knew the question bothered him.

“You have to answer the question or get to eating. Come on now, before they hop away.” James joked, making the audience laugh. You stared into the bowl of grasshoppers and knew there was no way you could put it on your mouth without throwing up. You gulped and looked at your husband, giving him an apologetic pout before looking at James.

“I guess Sam.” You said weakly and quickly moved the grasshoppers away from you.

“Why Sam?” James asked, always trying to get the best response he could.

“That’s not the question.” You quipped as you taped the card with your fingernail.

“I want to know too.” Tom spoke up, making your stomach drop. You shrugged and folded your arms to look relaxed.

“He was the first one that came to mind and I don’t think you’d want me to sit here and go over the pro’s and con’s of dating all your brothers. Plus, he’s a great chef.” You answered, and to your surprise, Tom smiled.

“That’s true.” He nodded. “Good job, baby.”

“Thank you.” You blew him a playful kiss which he caught and then pretended to throw away to get a laugh. You shot him a look before returning your attention to the table.

“Stop it.” You warned. “Who’s turn is it?”

“It’s your turn, Mrs. Holland.” Tom said, always taking the opportunity to call you that.

“Okay. I’m gonna give you the bulls penis.” You said lovingly as you moved the table.

“You’re too kind, my love.” He teased as it landed in front of him.

“I know. It’s my gift since you always give me the-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Tom cut you off. “I don’t even want to know how it ends.”

“Fine. I won’t.” You gave the audience a pointed look and they laughed at your antics. You picked up your card and read the question, immediately laughing at what it asked. You were about to read the question when an idea popped into your head. Tom noticed the way your expression changed and sensed something was up.

“Oh no. I’m scared already.” He smiled nervously as you looked at the card again. Finally, you looked Tom in the eye and gave him a soft smile.

“Are you excited to be a father?” You asked the question that had been weighing on your mind ever since you took a pregnancy test in an airport bathroom two days ago. You wanted to break the news in a memorable way, and constantly being on planes or in cars made that difficult.

This show, however, made it easy.

Toms face melted from a playful smile to wide eyes at your question. The audience quieted down as everyone waited for Tom’s response.

“What?” He asked slowly, studying your face closely to see if you were joking.

“That’s what it says.” You put it simply, makes Toms face shift into a smile. James took the card fork where you had set it down, knowing damn well his writers hadn’t put that as a question, and read it.

“This card says “how big is it?”” James read off the card as he looked at you, making you chuckle slightly.

“I took a creative liberty.” You shrugged. Tom and James looked at each other, both thinking the other was up to something.

“Are you pregnant?” Tom leaned closer to you from across the table to ask.

“You don’t get to ask a question until you’ve chosen what food I have to eat.” You reminded him as you gestured to the table.

“Not to make this about me, but It’s also not your turn.” James threw in a joke as he watched the drama unfold.

“Cow tongue.” Tom said quickly and shifted the table so the cow tongue was in front of you. He looked up at you with all the hope in the world as you gagged at the tongue. “There. Are you really pregnant?”

“Oof.” You blew out a breath. “That’s a toughy.”

“That’s a toughy?” Tom asked in exasperation. You could see his leg bouncing under the table from anticipation but you wanted to drag it out just a little longer.

“Yeah. I mean, I really want to tell you, but this cow tongue also looks really good.” You teased him, making him let out a whine.

“She’s got a point, there.” James nodded, squeezing your hand under the table to congratulate you.

“No she doesn’t!” Tom exclaimed. “Baby? Are you actually pregnant?”

You knew Tom couldn’t take the suspense anymore and broke into a grin.

“Yes.” You told him. “I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.”

“Really? We’re gonna have a baby?” Toms eyes welled with tears as he covered his mouth with both his hands. He’d been wanting to start a family for a while now but you hadn’t had any luck in conceiving.

Until now.

“Yeah, honey. We’re gonna have a baby.” You reached across the table and rubbed his hand with your thumb before pointing finger guns at the camera. “Keep watching to find out who the father is!”

The audience, who had been busy cheering at your news, switched to laughter.

“She’s kidding. It’s me.” Tom assured the audience.

“He’s kidding.” You insisted. “It’s Benedict!”

“Congratulations to the both of you.” James said sincerely. “I think that just about wraps this up this segment. My producer is going to be very happy with me for getting that information out of you without even asking.”

“You’re welcome.” You smiled at him as he leaned in to press a congratulatory kiss on your cheek. Tom finally broke out of his shocked state and got out of his chair, rushing to you and practically pulling you out of your seat to hug you. His hug was firm but gentle all at the same time, especially around your tummy. He pressed your face into his neck and you heard him sniffle, making you take his hand and put it on your tummy.

“We have about three minutes of commercial break. Excellent job guys.” James said as he got out of his seat. “That was definitely the best Spill Your Guts we’ve ever done. I might have to hire Y/n as a writer here.” He joked.

“Thanks for having us James. All three of us.” You said as you pulled away from Tom. Tom kept a protective hand on your tummy as you rubbed circles on his back.

“I can’t believe you’re pregnant. I’m so happy for you both. That’s beautiful.” James shook Toms hand to congratulate him as well.

“Well when you plank all over someone and don’t use a-

“That’s enough.” Tom cut you off but kept his smile on. “That’s enough for today.”

You leaned into him and took his hand, kissing the back of it as you all walked back towards the main stage.

“Can you believe we met planking on each other for a video and now we’re having a baby?” You asked him.

“I know.” He shook his head in pleasant shock. “We should name our baby BBC, since we met at BBC radio 1.

“You suggesting that tells me you don’t know the other meaning of BBC.” You laughed as you took a seat on James’s couch.

“What’s the other meaning?” Tom looked at you in confusion. You laughed gleefully and patted Toms cheek, always delighted by his innocence.

“Oh, Tom.” You sighed. “I’ll let you google that one.”

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[jossambird]

The scent on your coat P5

Summary: Otto spends time to reflect on his life and his encounter with you and decides to go find you… Only to meet someone else.

Otto Octavius x F!Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: Fighting, mentions of bleeding, NS/FW Subjects, Doc Yearning, Doc Jealousy,

AO3 Link for Previous Parts or on my masterlist!

For the next few days after your encounter, Otto couldn’t shake the feeling inside his stomach after seeing you again, heart beating happily as the image of you sprawled out for him reappeared in his mind. Just how long had it been?

Nearly a year had he been forced into a life of criminality, and no matter how much time would have passed, nothing could have ever changed his ever growing love for you.

The stars over his head remained hidden, just like he had been after his accident. The memory of it all felt fabricated, like a story out of the newspapers, but it wasn’t, and here he was, tentacles and all, no longer living the same life as before.

The night he had broken into Oscorp, everything had felt much too nostalgic for his taste, yourself included. You weren’t supposed to be there, served like a decadent meal on display for anyone to see. But you had been, and now, that image would remain forever ingrained in his memory.

Seeing you again in his lab, panting and touching yourself had caused him to feel all kinds of emotions all over again, mainly jealousy coursing through his system until he heard his own name escape your lips as you came.

“Ive only ever wanted you.” The very words replayed in his mind, heart beating faster at the thought. Did you also harbour a deeper emotion for him, just like he did for you? During your employment together, becoming close to you had felt like heaven, your smiles and gentle accidental touches always making his days better.

Otto sighed, eyes turning back to the endless black sky, and wondered if you were looking up too.

The state of his marriage to Rosalie had laid heavy on his mind, long before your employment as his assistant. Otto could still remember the moment he knew it was done, knew that his heart had stopped beating for Rosalie: You had smiled at a successful test, a simple little thing really, but the beauty in that moment, witnessing first hand your joy, had gotten him.

The love he had once felt for Rosalie had long since passed before that moment, just as her love for him had as well.

He had always felt jealous when Harry would come and see you, touching you innocently infront of him and everyone. Though, the very act of watching you always reject Harry Osborn’s advances left fire in his veins, pride radiating off him when you would turn back to him, smiling shyly as Harry left. Oh how he had always wanted to push you against his desk and take you right there, show Harry who you belonged to.

Now, in hindsight, he regretted becoming distant after the whole Harry hug ordeal, remembering how you would try to talk to him afterwards, worry painting your beautiful features with each passing day.

Most of all, he regretted not being able to properly tell you how much he had missed you, and just how much he loved you…

He started moving in seconds, claws burying themselves into the brick and steel of buildings, making his way towards the hideous Oscorp building. Perhaps, you would be working a late night shift again, and perhaps, you would be open to speaking with a villain and old colleague once more.

‘Speaking’ was perhaps not the right word to employ for what could potentially transpire between the two of you after his previous promise to you but he held no expectations, excitement coursing through his veins at the mere idea of seeing you again.

As he approached the Oscorp building and scaled up to the roof, he was met with a bizarre sight, momentary confusion equally held in the other man’s eyes.

Before him, on the very top of Oscorp Industries, sat Spider-Man. In seconds, Otto launched himself at the younger man, frustration rolling off of him in waves at the idea of not being able to see you tonight because of little Peter Parker.

A few moments passed, attacks flying left and right, yet… Something felt off, Otto thought, watching as Peter merely deflected his attacks and stood out of the way, never stepping forward to actually harm him or to the tentacles. He was taking the hits alright, but never retaliating, only receiving, as if to punish himself-

“S-Say Doc Oc- Doctor Octavius, can I ask you something?” Spiderman stuttered out, barely standing in place, face turned away from the older man. The younger man paused, mind jumbled while the villain remained still before him.

Otto didn't know what to do with this bizarre turn of events, looking at Parker in confusion and suspicion. He must have hit the boy on the head, or perhaps he was drunk, using his name for the first time in ages. Otto huffed out in annoyance, he’d much rather go back to trying to throw him across town then answer whatever stupid questions-

“If you loved someone… TRULY loved them, and you found out they loved another… Would you let them go?” Peter cut off his train of thought, making the elder man freeze at the intimate question.

Otto Octavius, renowned Scientist and villain, felt speechless. Of all people whom Peter Parker could have asked… Why him? Was this why Parker kept missing his attacks, barely avoiding his claws, tumbling left and right like a drunk? A broken heart?

“Yes, I would set them free.” Otto uttered without a beat, instantly regretting opening his damn mouth at the sight before him.

“How am I supposed to do that?” Peter tried to let out, a loud sob escaping as he staggered to the rooftops ground, mask in hand while the other hand furiously wiped his tears away.

Otto suddenly felt as if he were back in his old apartment, answering all of Peter’s questions, laughing and thinking just how bright and kind this young man was. But now, it was another woman roaming the halls of his apartment in his mind, another woman turning the corner to see him, your brilliant eyes shining as you smiled at him.

“Sometimes, to do what's right… we must be steady and give up the things we desire the most. Even our dreams.” Otto threw back the boy's own words that he had told him ages ago, knowing that despite everything, it was true. It was hard not to remember just how human they both were, and just how young Peter Parker was.

His eyes landed on the younger man once more, watching as Peter tried to regain a sense of decorum, despite the sobs that still shook his shoulders.

“Are they the one who told you they love someone else?” He asked after a beat, mild curiosity coursing through him as he tried to remember who Peter Parker had been interested in except that poor Mary Jane. The younger man let out a wet chuckle, surprising Otto as the boy smiled widely, fondly.

“She didn’t need to, she's always loved him, even if he didn’t know.” Peter uttered but shook his head, unmasked eyes turning up to look at the villain.

“She- she worked with him. They were pretty close.” Peter swallowed, sorrowful eyes turning away from the man.

“He left, and never came back, for her or his work. I'm the one who helped her pick up the pieces.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, our wedding is in a few days.” Parker smiled softly as if reliving a memory, eyes and skin blotchy red from his tears. He lifted his hand in the air, wedding band shining in the moonlight.

Silence reigned between the two men, a gentle breeze caressing Otto’s cheek as his mind ran wild, trying to discern who Peter kept alluding to, eyes turning towards the city around-

“You know, she loved you. Really love you.” Peter whispered with a laugh, but it didn’t matter, Otto had heard him loud and clear, body freezing at the younger man's implication.

“She loved you, waited for you. But you never came.” Parker continued, taking the man's silence as an invitation to be quiet.

The silence felt all too stifling, until a tentacle shot out from behind Dr Octavius, grabbing Peter by the throat and throwing him against the brick wall beside them. Emotions swirled in Otto, thoughts and memories flashing before his eyes as he imagined you with Peter Parker, imagined you under the boy, moaning Peter’s name instead of his own. Soon to be married, Y/N Parker.

The very thought of it all and the thought that Peter had had you under him caused liquid hate to course through the Scientist’s veins, wondering if Peter had ever been able to make you cum just as he had, remembering the way you’d gripped his hair and moaned HIS name, crumbling so beautifully under his tongue.

A growl escaped him as he launched after Peter, tentacles whipping right and left to try and catch the little shit.

Most of all, he imagined you disappearing forever, married to a boy, never to see HIM again. Never again would he hear you moan, never again would he hear you say his name, and most of all, never again would he see you smile for him. All of the dreams he had had of a life with you, ripped away because of Peter Parker.

Otto blinked, looking up to see the tentacles enthusiastically attacking Peter of their own volition, reacting to his jealousy, anger and sorrow. Though the scene before him took Otto Octavius by surprise, watching as Peter barely avoided the Claws, taking each hit that landed.

Otto watched the young man for a moment and decided, upper right Claw clasping itself around Peter’s throat, dragging the boy forward. Blood trailed down Parker’s mouth and nose but his quick hands reached out and grabbed Otto’s coat, hazy eyes focusing on his ex-Mentor.

Suddenly, Peter’s blue eyes sharpened, mouth opening to try and speak.

“P-Please, tell me… Could you love someone, be IN love with someone, as you are now?” Peter whispered, coughing up blood as he ground out his words, red splattering over Otto’s black turtleneck and leather coat.

���Pardon me?” Dr Octavius bite out, faltering for a moment at the way Peter watched him, as if trying to discern something important, shaking hands firmly balled in his coat.

“If you had that one chance right now, to tell her- to tell the person that you love that you want to be with them for the rest of your life and make them happy as you are now, tentacles and all, would you do it?” Peter asked, and in the brief second that followed his question, no matter how jealous he felt at the fact that Peter Parker had had you first, images of you coursed through his mind, your voice repeating every sentence you had ever told him. Peter’s little blunder had also not escaped him, the word ‘her’ ringing in his ears.

“In a heartbeat.”

Peter remained still under the claws hold, visibly debating something.

“Sometimes, to do what's right, we must be steady and give up the things we desire the most. Even our dreams.” The boy repeated once more, and even though Peter had thrown those words at him once before, now, it seemed the words weren’t for him. No no, instead, they were for Peter himself. Tears rolled down Peter’s cheeks once more but a smile appeared, tired eyes looking up at Otto.

[britishassistant]

I accept your adopted reporter!Yuu au, but what if they ran away from the families and got adopted by Crewel's sister. Like, Yuu just gets overwhelmed with being starved and abused by Miss Rosehearts, always being pitied for not having magic like the rest of the Kingschoolar family, having to basically be bellow the Asim all the time, or be prepared to die in order to protec Malleus Draconia. So they just run away. It was such a cold night when they left their "home". They were shivering, trembeling, maybe from the cold or fear they didn't know. In the midlle of nowhere they heard a loud bark, then the sound became higher and for some reason it multiplied, the fragille child just gave up after hearring it, laying on the ground accepting their fate, when the dogs got near the kid they closed their eyes, only to be licked multiple times in the face, confused they made a decision to open their eyes. The dogs were just puppies, they signed in relief, the adorable fluffy balls started guiding the to a house, where there was a woman and her husband frantically looking for their dalmatians, when they look at the entrace of their house and see their small angels with a shivering child they immediatly take them in. Since the previous family didn't even bother to search for them, the lovely couple just adopt the child.

(Sorry for the long ask and bad grammar, English is not my first language)

-Lz

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

(And don’t worry about it! Your English is fine! I love long asks anyways!!)

And oooh, there’s so much potential here!

Especially for Divus coming to visit one weekend and just spiderman pointing at experiment #Y26 sitting in the center of the living room in a puppy pile, like “how did you get here?!?”

While little Yuu is just bug-eyed at being pointed at by a stranger, hugging a puppy close.

Heartslaybul:

Yuu tries to get Riddle to come with them when running away from the Rosehearts household. Riddle refuses point blank. Running away would be against the rules. He can’t break the rules. Yuu breaks so many rules and gets so hurt...and Mother was so angry when she realized they’d broken the rules together on Riddle’s birthday. They have a fight about it, with Riddle screaming that Yuu should just go if they’re going, or he’ll tell Mother! That’s the last conversation they have as Rosehearts siblings.

Yuu sends back letters, constantly coaxing Riddle to join them, telling him he’d love the puppies, that he could eat all the strawberry tart he wanted, that there’s always room for one more in the Radcliffe family. Mrs. Rosehearts found the tenth one while Riddle was reading it. She tore it up, confiscated all his others, and destroyed any new ones that came in, telling Riddle to forget them, that he had no sibling. It’s telling that when kidnapped by Royal Flush, Yuu recognizes Trey first before figuring out who the supervillain now holding them hostage is. Riddle for his part is hardly able to keep his masquerade together when he realizes who was the one involved in the destruction of his precious fertilizer.

It’s a very awkward reunion, not helped by Chen’ya deciding to ‘save’ them at the most inopportune moment and dropping them off a balcony. Yuu makes an effort to stick their nose into Royal Flush’s schemes and get kidnapped by his minions more on purpose. They refuse to leave him behind again. Riddle won’t say he’s grateful for the clumsy attempts to make up lost time, but he’s more irritated when other supervillains keep kidnapping his sibling and putting them in danger, especially when none of them are suitable for Yuu!

Savannaclaw:

It doesn’t help when everyone tells Yuu that they’re not cut out to be a Kingscholar. Yuu tries their best, tries so hard, but it always feels like it’s not enough, never enough, when even Leona-nii tells them it’d be better if they weren’t in this family, if a powerless human like them just disappeared. So they follow his advice. It hurts them badly when no one even comes looking, when their ex-parents send them a letter later in life forbidding them from attending the celebration of Farena-nii’s first child, their nephew, saying they’ll have them arrested for trespasssing if they don’t turn down their oldest brother’s invitation.

They try to stay away from news of the Kingscholars, only exchanging brief letters and emails with Farena-nii, Leona hasn’t even replied to the first letter they sent him. They do well, becoming a fine reporter and shining on their own merits and hard work. They get embroiled with Royal Flush, becoming far more entangled with a supervillain than their common sense says is wise. And then they get kidnapped from Royal Flush’s lair by a rival, have a selfie taken with this new villain’s minions.

They recognize Leona-nii’s drawl as they’re set down in a cheap chair. He at least looks as rudely surprised as they do when the bag is pulled off of their head again. A very tense reunion, with accusations about abandonment and cowardice and not replying to letters being thrown back and forth. Ruggie, Jack and the other minions very much wish they weren’t in the room for this. Then Royal Flush and his Card Guards show up to rescue Yuu, and Leona decides now is the best time to play the overprotective big brother, much to Yuu’s exasperation.

Scarabia:

Yuu wouldn’t run from the Vipers just because they were constantly being told they were lesser. They could endure that, even as it slowly broke them. But if they failed to protect the Asim they were supposed to guard with their life? If they couldn’t stop him from getting hurt, and were deemed a failure as a bodyguard, not as naturally clever and cautious as Jamil and his sister? Then they would run, for fear of what the Asim would do to a failure of a servant who couldn’t fulfill their duty.

Jamil’s the one who tells them to, and has Kalim create a diversion so they can get out. He burns every letter they send back without reading them—they’re proof his sibling is alive, but also a potential way for them to be tracked down and cause problems. Yuu recognizes Snake Charmer within a minute of being kidnapped, because who else would do that tongue thing he always did when he was winning at mancala when they were kids? And then they realize to their horror who that means Water Boy is. Cue furious muffled whispering between the pair about why he would rope Kalim into becoming a supervillain, he can’t keep a secret to save his life, that it wasn’t his idea, Kalim just invited himself along for the ride, you know how hard it is to get him to quit when he’s set on something!

Kalim is just really happy to see Yuu-chan again! They’re alive! And okay! And look good! And not dead! He’s really, really glad they’re not dead! And feel so nice to hug now! Jamil, don’t they feel nice to hug now! Jamil feels many, many alarm bells going off in his head, and it’s not just because of all the other supervillains who are sniffing around his sibling.

Diasomnia:

The one family that lets Yuu go willingly and stays in touch with them after they end up with the Radcliffes. Lilia is upset when comforting Yuu about their persistent nightmares about being incapable of protecting Malleus, cleaning them up when the stress makes them physically ill and strains their previously excellent relationship with the young master and the other guards nearly to the breaking point. It’s breaking Malleus’ young heart to see his ‘younger sibling’ push themselves like this, only to hate themselves when they fall short. He wishes they could go back to before, when he’d walk around with them as a chubby little baby in his arms and all they worried about was whether he was mispronouncing the gargoyle terms in his architecture books.

Maleficent is also sad when Lilia reports that he doesn’t think Yuu’s cut out for the type of work the Silver and Sebek have taken to with such ease. She’s fond of the child, so she personally searches out the best family she thinks will take care of Yuu while being safe enough for Malleus to visit if he wants to. The Radcliffes are an unexpected gem, relatives of an old acquaintance who already has a vested interest in Yuu’s survival and who knows better than to cross her. Plus Malleus and Yuu both seemed very taken by the puppies, which scored major points.

Malleus, Silver, Lilia, and Sebek will often visit Yuu on weekends and certain holidays when they’re growing up. Anita and Roger need to stop Maleficent trying to pay for everything when Yuu’s growing up. Yuu is initially concerned when Malleus becomes a supervillain, especially when he takes the childhood nickname they gave him as his supervillain name, but does their best to support him. Malleus, for his part, is having the time of his life, enjoying his late night walks and tea parties with his sibling now they’ve both grown up. But his colleagues’ interest in the little reporter make him and his closest lieutenants worry about Yuu, especially when the love potion and marriage contracts come into play...

[elliesguitarstrings]

Promises, Promises (Teaser)

Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: You and Tom were childhood best friends turned lovers, and he made a promise to be with you forever. But some promises are just meant to be broken.

Warnings: angst, language, some fluff (ribs by lorde energy)

A/N: i've been working on this fic for A WHILE and I'm almost finished with it! be prepared this is gonna be a long (and sad) one but i absolutely love it, so i decided to post a little teaser bc i’m so excited about it hehe

Flashbacks are in italics

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"I got the part! Holy shit I actually got the part!" Tom throws his computer across the bed in disbelief, almost hitting you.

"Wait, like THE part? Like Spiderman?" you question excitedly.

"YES!!! Check the Marvel Instagram right now!" he crawls over to you as you whip out your phone and quickly search up the account. You scan the page to see a post captioned, "Click the link in our bio to see who the new Spider-Man is!" You quickly find the link and impatiently wait for the page to load. And then you see it, boldface print and giant letters across your phone.

The new Marvel Cinematic Universe Spider-Man will be played by: TOM HOLLAND

"HOLY SHIT TOM! You're fucking Spiderman!" you tackle him with a hug, squeezing him so tightly that he has to fight for breath. "I'm so proud of you, I knew you were gonna do big things." you smile brightly.

"We have to go tell everyone else, come on!" Tom pulls you off of him, dragging you out of his bedroom and down the stairs to give his family the big news.

The rest of the Hollands were already together in the family room, and they immediately took notice of yours and Tom's excitement as the two of you are bounding down the stairs.

Out of breath, Tom sprints to the center of the room. "Attention everyone, I have an extremely important announcement to make!" He pauses for dramatic effect, his family waiting in anticipation. "I'M GONNA BE SPIDERMAN!"

This causes an outburst of cheers and applause from his parents and brothers, each one of them getting up to hug Tom and congratulate him on this huge achievement.

Paddy piped up, "How did you get the news? Did they call you or something?"

"Um, not exactly. They posted it on their Instagram and on the Marvel website as well, wanna see?" He turns to you, "Y/N, show them your phone!"

You pull out your phone and open the screen you were just looking at, showing the Hollands the Instagram post and article.

"No way, they're totally hacked." Harry remarks, earning disapproving looks from Nikki and Dom. "if you were really gonna be the next Spiderman, they would have called you."

Before Tom has the time to argue back, his phone rings, as if on cue. Tom pulls it out of his back pocket and nervously studies the number across the screen.

"Well, what are you waiting for div, answer it!" Sam chirps impatiently.

The rest of the room is silent while Tom listens intently to the person the other line. You can't make out what they are saying, but the eventual smile on Tom's face completely gives it away.

"Yes, thank you. Thank you so much for this opportunity," he holds while the other person talks again. "Yeah, I'll be in touch, definitely. Thank you again." Tom ends the call and lets out a sigh of relief. "That was fucking Kevin Feige! I got the part! I actually am gonna be the next Spiderman!"

You and the rest of his family cheered even louder than before, enveloping him in a giant group hug.

"I say we celebrate!" Nikki announces. "How about we go out for a nice dinner?"

Tom smiles, "If I'm honest mum, as nice as that would be, I'd rather just stay in and celebrate here tonight. I like your cooking better than any fancy restaurant anyways."

"Of course honey, I'll make your favorite. We can have a nice big family dinner, how does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect mum, thank you."

She dashes into the kitchen followed by Sam, the aspiring chef of the family, while Dom, Harry, and Paddy go to dress the table.

You take this as your cue to leave, seeing as you don't want to disrupt the rest of Tom's night with his family. "I guess I should get going then," you turn to Tom, hugging him once again. "Congratulations again, I'm so proud of you Tommy." you smile as you head to grab your things before you leave.

"Nonsense! You're staying for dinner too!" Tom stops you.

"Tom, I can't, you should spend this night celebrating with your family." you try to reason with him.

"But I want you here too!" he pouts.

"And you are family!" Nikki pipes in from the kitchen, earning nods of agreement from the rest of the family.

"See, everyone wants you here Y/N, please celebrate with us?" Tom cups your face.

"Are you sure? I really don't want to-"

Nikki cuts you off, piping in once again, "Y/N, I insist you stay for dinner with us. You've been a part of this family for so long, and you know that. So please stay and celebrate with us!" she smiles.

You giggle, "Well, I guess I can't say no to that." Tom smiles, giddily engulfing you in another hug.

After a long and delicious dinner, you and Tom now lay under the stars in the treehouse in his backyard. Dom had built it for you two when you were eight years old, and it's been your special place ever since then. Obviously, it has been upgraded and redecorated since then, now that you and Tom were both eighteen, but it still takes you back to the old days when you were just carefree little kids.

You cuddle into Tom's chest, looking up at the night sky through the small window in the roof of the treehouse. "I wish we could stay here forever," you whisper.

"Me too." Tom pulls you closer, kissing your forehead.

"I don't want things to change Tommy. We're graduating in two weeks, and then you leave for America to go film. I'm so proud of you and so excited for you because I know this is like, your dream, but I really don't know what I'm gonna do without you." A small tear rolls down your cheek which doesn't go unnoticed by Tom.

He wipes the tear off your face with his thumb, cupping your chin to make you face him. "Hey, hey, look at me. Things might be changing, but that doesn't mean we have to. I'm only gonna be gone for a few months, and then I'll be back. I love you so much, and a few hundred miles is never going to change that. I will never let anything come between us, ever, okay?"

You smile softly, "You promise?"

"I promise darling. It's you and me forever. I'm never letting you go. Never in a million years." he kisses you lovingly, and you swear you could just live in this moment for the rest of eternity with him, and only him.

That was six years ago. And what Tom said was true, everything did change. You just wish everything else he had said that night was true too.

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FULL FIC COMING SOON! i hope y'all are excited :)

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[sturchling]

Hey I have a question can you do a reveal. You know the scene where Spiderman saves a train without his mask and the people help him from falling which in turns reveals his identity to the people on the train. Can you do that but with Ladybug instead please and thank you.

Sorry I have been away for so long guys. I haven't been doing to well lately and needed to take some time to myself. I'm sorta feeling better now though, not 100%, but I am going to try to write more now. Anyway, sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy the story.

To say things had gone very wrong with this akuma is a bit of an understatement. A woman, Cherise, who had just finished training to be an electrician had been demeaned and told she wouldn't be hired because she was a woman. Obviously, this was infuriating and insulting, which made her a perfect target for Hawkmoth. All that rage and hurt had made Elektra one of the most powerful akumas to date, with the ability to manipulate electricity and all electronics.

Elektra was trying to track down the man who had insulted her to make him pay. But Ladybug kept getting in her way! Elektra needed her out of the way for a bit, so she could get her revenge. Then she would get Hawkmoth what he wanted. So, when she saw one of those new electric trains the mayor had recently commissioned, she saw the perfect opportunity. Elektra used her abilities to sabotage the train, sending it careening down the tracks, with no way of stopping. To make matters worse, she also used her powers to switch the tracks, so the train was now racing down an uncompleted stretch of track, instead of its normal path. Ladybug would have to stop and help them now!

Ladybug was already having a tough time with this akuma. Chat had told her earlier in the week that he had a prior engagement in his personal life that he couldn't get out of with out drawing suspicion. Ladybug had thought she would be fine on her own for a few days, as Hawkmoth had just sent a major akuma attack recently and there was typically a pause after such a large scale attack. But this time, he sent Elektra much sooner than normal. And now Ladybug was struggling to handle this on her own. And with Elektra causing as much damage as she is, Ladybug hadn't had time to go get miraculous from Master Fu to gather her temporary heroes. Ladybug was truly on her own for this one.

Ladybug was just catching up to Elektra again, when she saw the run away train she had caused. As much as Ladybug didn't want to lose her and let her hurt more people, she couldn't stand idly by and let this train crash somewhere down the line. Ladybug raced to the front of the train and tried to thing of something. She tried jumping down to the track and digging her heels in, but that didn't do anything but hurt her leg. Marinette had already called her lucky charm earlier, so that was no help, and now the time on her transformation was running out. And now, she could see in the distance the end of the uncompleted track, which ended abruptly above a construction site. She didn't have much longer.

Suddenly, she had an idea. She used her yoyo to grab onto the buildings on the side of the track, hoping that would help slow the train. Her first attempt didn't work at all, and the building she had latched onto caved under the force of the train. She tried again, and this time she had much more success, but still, the building eventually broke. She could feel her energy draining from her body and could hear the now near constant beeping from her earrings, and knew she only had moments before she detransformed. She tried one more time in a desperate attempt to stop the train. She threw her yoyo and latched onto a very solid looking building, wrapping the yoyo string around both the entire train and the entire building. She held on for dear life, hoping that the building held.

The train began to slow, the yoyo seemingly working. As they approached the very literal end of the line, the train tipped over the edge slightly, before settling back on the track. Ladybug heard all the passengers let out a sigh of relief. She let out one herself, before it became to much, and she was enveloped by the darkness.

The passengers on the train, including a few students from Dupont were all thankful that they survived. Alya was thrilled to have caught such an amazing save by Ladybug on video for the Ladyblog. She also hoped that maybe she could ask LB some questions before she left, but knew there was slim chance of that. As some of the passengers turned to thank Ladybug, they saw a flash of pink light and then a young girl's body was left standing at the front of the train. The girl wavered for a moment, before tipping and almost falling off the track. But the passengers quickly grabbed her and gently pulled her inside, unsure if she was injured.

They brought her further back into the train car, and laid her on the ground. Everyone was shocked at how young she was, barely a teenager. But those that knew her were shocked to see that Ladybug, the girl who had been protecting them for over a year now, was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Alya was completely shocked. Marinette was Ladybug? Marinette started to come around, waking to see the crowd of passengers staring at her. She looked around her and noticed that she was detransformed. Just as Marinette started to panic, Alya stepped towards her. She may be confused on how Marinette is Ladybug, but that won't stop her from helping her friend. "It's ok girl. None of us will say a word about this." Marinette was shocked.

As Marinette watched, Alya deleted the footage of the rescue, which had also caught this accidental reveal. No cool video was worth risking her friend and hero's safety. Marinette looked around at the crowd of passengers, who were all smiling and nodding at her. Alya spotted Tikki laying on the ground at the end of the train, trying to get to Marinette. Alya went and scooped her up, and brought her over to Marinette. Marinette absentmindedly gave Tikki a cookie to recharge, still in shock that everyone on this train knew her identity and was willing to protect it. After Tikki had recharged, Alya said to Marinette, "Go on. Go be the hero. I'll stay here and help get everyone off the train. Don't worry, we will be ok." With one last look at everyone here, Marinette called out, "Tikki, spots on!" Another flash of pink blinded the passengers, and there Ladybug was in front of them again. With one last nod to Alya, Ladybug left the train and went to find Elektra again.

Ladybug finally was able to beat Elektra, and return her to normal. Cherise apologized for everything and felt horrible for what had happened while she was akumatized. Ladybug told her it was ok, and even promised to help her find a job somewhere else as soon as she could. Things returned to quiet normalcy for a while after that, and Marinette was surprised to find that all of those people on the train had really managed to keep her secret. And they all went to great lengths to minimize the chance they would get akumatized and be forced to reveal it. Marinette would sometimes pass them on the street and they would nod or smile at her. A few would buy her ice cream or a small treat after an akuma attack. But they never shared the secret, and they would protect it for the rest of their lives.

[farfromharry]

The one without the suit | Peter’s girl

Summary: Peter doesn’t know where to go when Mr Stark takes his suit away from him after the ferry incident so he comes to you. You spend the rest of the night comforting the distraught boy.

Word count - 2746

Warnings - language? i don’t think there’s anything else

A/n - i’m gonna try and do regular updates for this again, but it probably won’t happen😳

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It all kept replaying in Peter’s head, all those people he’d put in danger just because he couldn’t let this go. Even you had told him he needed to stop, so why couldn’t he?

He sat and stared into the water with a frown, his legs dangling over the side of the building while his mask sat beside him on the ledge. God how had he messed up so bad, Mr Stark must be so angry.

Speaking of, he heard the suit before he saw it, his eyes squeezing shut as he braced himself to get yelled at by his mentor. Swinging his legs over the side and beginning to head in the direction of where the iron man suit stood, probably empty of the real Tony Stark, just like the time at the lake.

The words he was saying- yelling, weren’t really registering in the boy’s head, Peter was wanting nothing more than to skip the lecture and just apologise to the man for everything he’d caused. He didn’t even really care how this was going to affect him, not while he didn’t know the aftermath of the boat. 

“Is everyone okay?”  That was all he really cared about, knowing that no one had gotten hurt all because he screwed up, again. 

“No thanks to you.” 

The next few minutes had been a blur of Peter raising his voice angrily, finding it very difficult to believe that even after all that happened where he’d just tried to help, Mr Stark was still blaming this entirely on him. He remembered apologising profusely, not seeing the anger in Mr Stark’s eyes falter for even a second.

“I’m gonna need the suit back.” He felt like his entire body was shutting down, his heart shattering and a lump building in the back of his throat. Peter begged him, trying to change his mind with empty promises that meant nothing.

“F-For how long?”

“Forever.”

That one word kept repeating in the boy’s mind.  Forever. He was never getting the suit back, God he fucked up again. Walking down the streets of New York in clothes that weren’t his own was probably mortifying on a normal day, but he felt like there was a cloud of shame hanging over his head that everyone could see, and that was much worse.

He didn’t know where his feet were taking him at first, making the subconscious decision that he wasn’t yet ready to go home to his aunt in this state. Peter wasn’t sure if he’d ever been this disappointed or embarrassed with himself. He managed to fuck up so bad that the Tony Stark, his idol, his mentor, took away his suit. 

He was disappointed in him. 

Granted Peter was only a kid, heck he was still a teenager, but he felt like he owed it to Tony to be the best, to be better and apparently Mr Stark thought so too. 

He was growing increasingly self conscious walking through the streets of Queens in clothing they’d gotten from lost and found at the ferry dock. He probably should’ve gone home. May was definitely worried sick about him right now, but he didn’t have the strength to go and face a lecture when all he wanted to do was curl into a ball and let his emotions out.

He had to stop for a minute to realise that he’d been walking to your apartment on instinct. 

It felt like a second nature for Peter now to go to your window every time he was in need of help.

But it hurt him in a way he couldn’t explain when he realised he was unable to swing his way up there, not having either of his suits or his web shooters. The boy sniffled quietly, deciding he was just going to have to show up at your front door, hopefully not disturbing your parents.

He took the elevator up, giving him a chance to think everything over again, the boy deciding he needed some kind of distraction at least to ease his mind. His feet carried him from the elevator to your apartment door, the boy knocking before he'd even registered he was doing so.

“I’ll get it,” you yelled. You paused the movie you were watching on the TV, getting up from the couch. You didn’t bother to check you looked presentable, assuring yourself it was probably just your neighbour, she was a very old lady that often forgot the keys to her apartment and would always ask if she could use your spare that your parents had made just for this situation.

You grabbed the key that resided in a bowl beside your front door, pulling it open with a small smile on your lips. “Forgot your keys again Mrs Ka- Oh, Peter hi.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly as you stared at the distraught expression that had overtaken your friend’s face. He sniffled slightly, his head raising from where his eyes were locked on the floor. You stepped forward and carefully placed your hand on his arm.

“Pete, what’s wrong?” you asked. His eyes were bloodshot and dark when he looked at you, the boy looking like a kicked puppy. Your heart ached just at the sight of him.

“He took my suit,” he whispered, so quietly you didn’t hear him. You stepped closer, placing your hand on his cheek gently.

“What?” 

“Mr Stark took my suit, I let him down.” 

That was the final straw for him. He let out a heart wrenching sob, falling into your arms utterly broken. You weren’t sure what you were meant to do, having never seen him in such a state, so you simply wrapped your arms around him and cradled his head against your chest.

With all the hugs you’d shared with Peter, he’d never held you so tightly, but he’d also never been so upset in view of another person, not even May. Not when his parents died and not when his Uncle Ben died, his tears were restricted to the eyes of him and him only. 

His crying had obviously alerted your mother, seeing her head pop in to look in the living room where you were cradling a crying Peter. She raised her eyebrows, her eyes softening out of motherly concern.

She took your word for it when you just shook your head, promising you’d help him and stay with him until he calmed down.

“Come on, Pete.” You helped the boy up off of the floor and towards your room. He’d been in your room plenty of times over the past few weeks so he took it upon himself to crash on your bed instantly. You didn’t know what to do, you’d never had to deal with consoling a superhero that got their suit taken away from them, so you didn’t fully understand what that suit meant to Peter, even if you did know how much he enjoyed being Spiderman. 

“Peter, I-“ you sighed, sitting on the bed beside his exhausted body. “I’m sure you didn’t disappoint Mr Stark.” 

He scoffed, running his hands over his face exasperatedly. His heart was aching. “You didn’t see it in his eyes. You didn’t hear it.”

Your heart ached listening to the words muffled by the covers of your bed. You could hear his quiet sniffles as he tried to calm himself down, the deep breaths not doing much of the sort. You took a seat beside him awkwardly, your nose scrunching up when you caught a whiff of the boy’s unusual scent.

Your mind told you that a hot bath might help him, as it was always a comfort to you when you were having one of your days. You gently laid your hand on his back, rubbing over the material of his shirt softly for a few moments before you suggested your idea. 

“Why don’t you go take a hot bath? They help me when I’m down,” you said, seeing him turn his face to the side on the bed so he could look at you. “Plus you smell like garbage,” you teased. 

He clearly wasn’t in much of a joking mood when he simply stood up with a nod of his head, his eyes still morphed into puppy dog eyes. You flashed him a tight lipped smile, mentally scolding yourself for how badly your attempt at lightening the mood had gone. 

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You’d generously offered to wash Peter’s hair for him when he stated that he didn’t think he was up to it. He was flustered as he agreed, listening to your promises about just washing his hair for him, no peeking or anything, and then you’d be out of there. 

“You promise you won’t look?” he asked, a stern look in his eyes as he wasn’t sure he could do this if you even took as much as a tiny peek. You rolled your eyes, cursing him for having no faith in you. “Peter, I don’t even want to look.”

He seemed to take offense to those words too, his nose scrunching in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

You huffed at his childish behaviour, telling him there was not a single chance you were about to have this discussion with him about why you didn’t want to see his dick, that was a whole other story.

Eventually he took your word and headed for the bathroom, calling you in when he was ready and sure you wouldn’t be exposed to anything you didn’t want to see.

“Thank you,” he whispered, sending you a genuine smile as you lathered up the coconut scented shampoo on your hands. You shook your head, dismissing his thanks by telling him it was just what friends did. Maybe not all friends, as you couldn’t imagine too many people had to console their superhero friend after their hero suit was taken away from them by their billionaire mentor. So maybe it was just a you and Peter thing. 

He hummed quietly as your fingers threaded through his locks, gently tugging when your fingers would encounter some kind of tangle. You muttered apologies under your breath but they went unheard by the boy who looked as though he was in complete bliss.

“Pete.” It took him a few seconds to hear you calling his name, his eyes snapping up to yours with a shy, apologetic smile. You giggled at his shyness, gently guiding his head to tip backwards so you could wash the soap from his hair.

You repeated the process of washing and rinsing one more time to ensure he no longer smelled like dirty garbage, before leaving him to finish up and dry off in your bathroom.

You started to worry when he began taking his time, scared that something bad had happened, even though you knew he was able to take care of himself.

But your worries died down when he came out of the bathroom with the same clothes he’d worn earlier, pulling a small amused smile from you at the sight of him in hello kitty pyjamas.

“You okay?” you asked, noting that he hadn’t yet said a word since emerging from the bathroom. His voice came out slightly scratchy, a sign of all the sobs that had wracked his body. “Yeah, jus’ need a hug.” 

Your heart warmed in your chest, arms opening for the boy to crawl into. “I can do that.” 

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“I’m so tired,” he mumbled, harshly rubbing at his still teary eyes with his fists. You frowned, taking his hands in yours and moving them away from his face so he couldn’t hurt himself. He’d cried so hard and so much in such a short time that he was physically exhausted. 

You wrapped his arms around your waist, letting him lay his head on your chest so you could hold him. Your hands threaded in his freshly washed hair, the scent filling your senses much more pleasant than the one he’d originally arrived with. You gently untangled any knots that had developed in his curls over the course of them drying from the water, the boy humming softly. 

The feeling of your fingers gently scratching at his scalp and playing with his hair was almost enough to soothe him completely to sleep, but you could feel that his body was fighting it off as he probably didn’t want to feel like he was burdening you with another thing.

“Peter?” you whispered. He hummed tiredly in response, nuzzling his face closer to you. “You’re kinda heavy.”

He gasped, finding the energy to raise his head and gape at you as you held back your giggle. He couldn’t say he wasn’t grateful for you trying to put a smile on his face, even if that was through an insult. 

“That was so mean,” he whined, a smile threatening to form on his lips. The first smile you would see from him today.

“M sorry, but you are. Are you forgetting you’re literally built like a God?” He rolled his eyes, cheeks flushing a soft pink at the hint of a compliment. You let out a loud laugh, trying to shuffle away from him as you muttered his name repeatedly. He was laughing now too and the sound, after everything you’d seen from his attitude tonight, was music to your ears.

“Pete, stop!” you squealed. He collapsed down beside you on the bed, the two of you catching your breath as your stomachs began to ache from all the laughing. He still had a grin on his face when you turned your head to look at him, smiling softly as you noticed that familiar sparkle in his eye.

“Pete?” you asked, after your laughter had died down into a comfortable silence. “Yeah?” 

You sighed. “Does May know you’re here?” 

He didn’t respond for a few minutes, answering pretty much everything you needed to know. He could feel your eyes on him, making him feel even more guilty about the whole situation.

“No, she doesn’t,” he finally admitted.

You took his hand in yours, the action still making Peter’s breath hitch even after the many times the two of you had embraced recently. “You should call her, she’s probably worried about you.” 

It took a bit of convincing, but after a while he did call May. He moved out into the hall so he could have a little bit of privacy, not wanting you to hear the earful he was about to get from her.  She was angry, and rightfully so, scolding him for leaving her in the dark, but she was still mainly more worried about her nephew’s safety.

He came back with a rather sullen look on his face, phone in hand as he stood awkwardly in your door frame, like he was uncomfortable.

“I-I have to go, May wants me home,” he mumbled. You nodded your head, flashing him an understanding smile. You’d already guessed that May was going to be upset with him, so you could only pray for him for when he got home. You took a deep breath, pushing yourself up off of your bed and heading straight to Peter to hug him.

“I’m sorry,” you started. “About everything that happened tonight. It’ll all be okay,” you promised, rubbing your hand up and down his back. He pursed his lips, nodding as he pulled away.

“Thank you, Y/N.” 

You followed him from your room to the door of your apartment, seeing the way he dragged his feet sadly along the wooden floorboards. He sent you one last look over his shoulder, and in the light the rings of redness around his eyes were accentuated. 

You watched him walk out of your apartment with a small frown on your face, waving goodbye to him with a rather quiet, “Bye Peter.”

You closed the door with a sigh, your heart aching at the situation Peter had been put in. You knew how much he loved being Spiderman and you knew this wouldn’t stop him, which would probably only cause him more harm, but you trusted him and you hoped that Stark would be able to see he made a mistake.

“Did Peter leave?” You turned and looked at your mother, nodding your head. 

“Is he okay?” she asked. You plastered on a fake smile, nodding your head and pretending as though your last few hours consoling the teenager hadn’t happened. 

“Just some family problems, but I'm sure everything will be fine.” 

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peter’s girl taglist → @sunsetholland @captainamirica @tomsirishgirlx @givebuckyhisplumsnow @lou-la-lou @slutforsr @tayyx @gog0juice @minejungwoo @creatorofthegalaxy @annathesillyfriend @paninipress @bvttercupbby @peterswebshooters @whoeveniskendall @itsallyscorner @hoodpankow @sunwardsss @hallecarey1 @writingrem @mamaparker28

[47crayons]

THE WICKED WITHIN—A COMIC SANS WIP REINTRO

!!!!! it's here :D the wip that started to consume me and has been continuing to do so since, now with a much better sense of what exactly is Happening

current tww taglist let me know to be +/- !! @a-completely-normal-writer @writing-is-a-martial-art @wannabeauthorzofija @magic-is-something-we-create @croctears @writeblrfantasy @opes-magnas @author-a-holmes @zoya-writes@fuyugomori @ink-fireplace-coffee

transcript is under the cut!!!

[transcript: a powerpoint presentation of black text on white background, written entirely in comic sans.

start slide one the top left corner reads in red, "warnings (most relevant) war, death, drugs (& addiction), poison". in the center, "the wicked within", and underneath it in smaller font, "a comic sans reintro by @47crayons". the comments around the entire slide read "a family that is so found!!!", "gang rivalry :D and gang content in general", "crime found family basically", "childhood friends to STILL FRIENDS", "all queer cast :p", "eat the rich (not quite, but it’s the right sentiment aldskjfls)", "kickass women, yeah bay bee", "nuanced relationships between different groups :D", "morally grey characters!!!", "so many different governments!!!", "a (mostly alsjflksdj) stable relationship!!!" end slide one

start slide two in the beginning of time… there were four gods: eltenjer, he/him, earth; skari, he/him, fire; aenged, they/them, air; thilda, she/her, water. i didn’t /mean/ for them to have genders, but a quiet breeze whispered “psst. i use they/them.” in the beginning? so you mean… they’re not there anymore? kind of! the gods need followers to survive, and after several unfortunate events, they lost the majority of their followers. the aforementioned unfortunate events: the great ruination, in which natural disasters caused several years of famine and other hardship. the restoration era, in which renovation led people to believe they can live without the gods. if the gods are dead, what’s the point? the gods aren’t /really/ dead, closer to dormant. they can’t actively interact with the mortal realm, but IF they had followers, they would come back to life. oh. did i mention that they control the magic. end slide two

start slide three the dormant gods who can't do... anything control the magic??? hey, no one said magic always has to work. foreshadowing alert huge foreshadowing alert. let’s talk about how magic works, shall we :D people use the Spirit to do magic. people have a Vessel (representation of stamina or how much Sprit can be used at once, can be trained!). people also have a Strength (a type of magic that works well with the user, these have varying frequencies which also depends on location). there’s too much i could say here, but the important thing is the main characters’ Strengths. the right depicts an image of a flowchart showing that gods need followers and produce sprit. people need spirit to do magic. end slide three

start slide four okay but where are we??? where could the magic be so fucked? well, here, of course! the left side shows a line art map, split into five parts going clockwise: portingdale, worchester, the hooks, elderwood, unlabeled. the legend shows that there are mountains in portingdale, forests in elderwood, and rivers that run from portingdale to everywhere else. the place where the four labeled regions meet is called the Inner City. the text on the right reads. welcome to Kjer! there are 3 districts. but wait! there are five? sections? and one isn’t even labelled. worchester used to be a district,,, but it left after the war began. the unlabeled section is the disputed region (re: war). let’s talk more about this war. elderwood wanted easier access to water (see: the rivers in the Wetlands) elderwood & portingdale have been fighting there on and off for over half a century. the hooks has three wards: west (hella rich), south (lower income), north (somewhere in between). end slide four

start slide five whomst. skip to the next slide if you want the actual characters. character basics: the unnecessarily-winded-and-cram-a-lot-of-lore-in version. in the North Ward of The Hooks, there are three main gangs. Kaer Styen, meaning “wicked ones”, Ghetfaer Skarnen, meaning “trickster lords”, Ad Knesten, meaning “the grumbles”. that was so many capital letters i don’t like capital letters alskjdflksjd. they have rivalries and conflicts from time to time, but it’s pretty rare. the tww cast is kaer styen !!! their main means of profit is a drug called jezdin. relieves physical and mental pain. lethal in high. quantities/ when tampered with. can also be addictive. they operate out of a dingy tavern-like building, and they live upstairs!!! okay so this is purely for vibes. how did u know. end slide five

start slide six the Gang. literally :3 Kaer Styen, my beloved. the first thing in each of their bios is their Strength (re: the magic slide). artbreeders!!! i fixed quite a few of them, but my artbreeder skills are questionable at best. this slide is split into three columns. the first column shows a white person with short, brown, curly hair and a firm, but not angry, facial expression. len, he/him, pan. Shifter (can manipulate physical properties). cynical, very cynical (because he has killer instincts). “oh people are dying? am i dying? are you dying? why should i care?” in a relationship with cal. the second column shows a person who appears east asian with long, black, wavy hair and fair skin. chloe, she/her, aroace. Chemist (chemistry but magical). literal archery god. also she’s so quiet it’s SCARY. seems welcoming, emphasis on /seems/ she’ll destroy your ass. knows what you’re feeling. she just. knows. the third column shows a white person with dirty blonde hair. they are smiling. cal, they/them, bi. Whisperer (can persuade others through speech/music). so casually funny all your burdens disappear for a hot minute. gets very attached very deeply. grew up in Portingdale which becomes Important later. end slide six

start slide seven cont. also they have piercings!!!! maybe i will make some picrews later (listen, i KNOW i’ve said this before but. maybe i’m for realsies this time, okay?) this slide is also split into three columns. the first a smiling white female with light blonde hair. eden, she/her?, demi lesbian. Healer (healing magic <3). seen hell and doesn’t want others to suffer. still believes in the gods’ existence. we Don’t talk about her awful parents. raised by a lovely woman in the South Ward, known as Nana. this eye (left) is almost PURPLE which i didn’t do on purpose but is honestly such a cool idea. the second column shows a partially smiling black man with short curly hair. jereth, he/him, gay. powerful life magic thing (will be spoilers if i talk any more). joins them at the beginning. honestly kind of scared of them (who wouldn’t be), but wants to live up to expectations. throws himself into stuff to avoid Thoughts. the third column shows a woman with brown skin, black wavy hair, and a small smile. she is NOT a member of Kaer Styen, but i’m talking about her here all the same. adalaide, she/her, bi (i didn’t like the e in adelaide alskdfjlsj). Melder (metals and the like). heir to the Portingdale throne (assuming her dad doesn’t disown her). Cal’s ex from a few~ years ago she’s still a lil’ hung up on them. technically an antagonist but i love her. so all my characters are queer sue me </3 end slide seven

start slide eight some semblance of plot? coming right up!! the four (jereth isn’t there yet!) are attacked in the Inner City. turns out it’s portingdale soldiers. and then they discover that portingdale has been poisoning the southern rivers (affects worchester and the south ward) because worchester doesn’t really contribute to Kjer as a whole. word gets out, and elderwood, naturally, is even angrier at portingdale (remember, they've been at war). so, they try to stop portingdale from being power hungry enough to poison the entirety of a country while learning about why worchester is so isolated while ALSO trying not to get killed by everyone who hates them. end slide eight

start slide nine memes :> the first is the meme of spongebob reading a sheet of paper and burning it. the paper reads, "going into worchester by yourself is going to get you KILLED", and spongebob is labelled "chloe". the second is the levels of brain template labelled "jereth". from the weakest to most powerful: "trying to figure out his magic", "doing it by accident", "saving everyone's lives". the third is the sleeping person and brain meme. brain: "you're going to portingdale". cal: yeah, i know. brain: you'll see adalaide. cal's eyes are wide open in fear. the fourth says "corporate needs you to find the difference between this image and this image". the first image says, "family", and the second one says, "len, chloe, cal, jereth." eden says, "they're the same picture". the fifth is the spiderman copycat meme where jereth is copying len. end slide nine

/end transcript]

[fruitcoops]

Have you ever seen where they get kids to ask the players tough questions and there all dress up and have fake beards and stuff. Maybe you could do that with Jules and Katie asking the team all these really hard questions?????

Thank you for giving me an excuse to spend an hour and a half watching adorable kids ask questions and melt the hearts of celebrities. You’re my hero. There are no fake beards here, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Sweater Weather characters belong to the incredible @lumosinlove!

“These chairs are so small,” James said as he scooted closer to the table. He nearly knocked Talker over with his elbow as the four of them squeezed in; the two kids on the other side shared a look.

“Ready, everyone?” Dorcas asked. When she received six thumbs up, she turned to the camera with a cheerful smile. “Hello, Lions fans, and welcome to Lion Pride! We have a couple of very special guests today to do the introductions.”

“Hello! I’m Katie and I’m six!” She held up six fingers and all four hockey players melted a little bit.

“I’m Julian, and I’m ten.” He waved, a little shy.

Dorcas smiled. “And how are you two related to our favorite Lions?”

Katie lit up and pointed behind the camera. “That’s my dad!”

There was a chuckle in the background. “Can you tell them my name, mon chou?”

“Pascal Dumais, but everyone calls you Dumo.” She swung her legs and her tulle skirt fluffed out.

“Remus Lupin is my older brother,��� Jules said with a grin. “But Finn thought he was my dad.”

“It was an honest mistake!” Finn protested around a laugh. “Cut me some slack, Little Loops!”

“Do you want to do the intros for the guys, too?” Dorcas asked. Katie tugged on Jules’ sleeve.

“Can I go first?” she whispered. When he nodded, she hopped out of her chair and ran to the other side of the table, tapping each player on the shoulder. “This is Pots, Talker, Harzy, and Sirius.”

“Aw, man, I didn’t get to do any of them,” Jules pouted.

“You can ask the first question,” Dorcas said, hiding her smile behind her clipboard. “A quick reminder for our Lions: if you refuse to answer any of these, it means you hate children. Take it away, Jules!”

“Okay.” He cleared his throat and looked across the table with a solemn expression. “How many sticks have each of you broken?”

“Oh, that’s a tough one,” James mused. “A lot, but not always on purpose.”

“I haven’t broken that many,” Talker said. “I’ve forgotten to return quite a few to the rink after games, though. I think I have about five in my trunk that I keep meaning to put back.”

“Maybe…ten? Fifteen?” Finn rested his chin on his hand. “I should start a tally board.”

“Too many,” Sirius laughed. “I need to be more careful.”

Katie wiggled in her seat as she picked up the question card. “Why do you swear so much?”

Matching expressions of shock painted all four players’ faces. “Have we sworn in front of you?” Finn asked in a small voice.

“Yeah.”

“Mon dieu, I’m the worst person on earth,” Sirius murmured as Talker leaned his forehead on the table.

James opened and closed his mouth a couple times before answering. “Uh. Well. I don’t know, Katie. Instead of answering, I’m going to take this time to personally apologize to you and your dad, who is laughing his a—his rear end off in the back, as well as promising to form better habits.”

“If you could be any superhero, who would it be?” Jules asked, seemingly unfazed by the previous question. Wordlessly, Sirius gestured to his Captain America t-shirt.

“Spiderman,” Finn said without hesitation. “He’s the coolest.”

James unzipped his jacket to reveal a Superman shirt. “We didn’t coordinate this,” he said, tilting his head toward Sirius. “But yeah, Superman’s the best.”

Talker thought for a moment. “I really like Hawkeye. Are we talking Marvel or DC here?”

“Anything.”

“Anything? Hmm. I’m going to go with the Flash, then.”

“Nice.” Jules reached over to give him a high-five.

“I got Jules’ approval, everyone else can go home.”

“What’s your greatest fear?” Katie asked, still swinging her legs.

The table went silent. Sirius turned to Dorcas. “Is this the plan? Get us rolling with fun stuff and then give the hard ones to the five-year-old in a princess dress?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Cool. Well, munchkin, I don’t like bugs and I’m not a huge fan of the dark.”

“Vegetables,” Finn said sagely, which sent both kids into a fit of giggles and made all the adults break into sunny smiles. “God, you guys are cute.”

“Pomeranians freak me out,” Talker answered once they had calmed down a bit. “They have those tiny little eyes and sharp teeth.”

James shrugged. “I’m not a fan of heights.”

“I thought you wanted to be Superman?” Jules frowned. “He flies all the time.”

“I think I’d be less afraid of heights if I knew I could fly.”

“So you’re afraid of falling, not heights.”

James looked to the camera. “And now I’m getting psychoanalyzed by a ten-year-old. Uh, yeah buddy, I guess so.”

“Hmm.” Jules looked back to the question card. “Who would win in a fight, you or our moms?”

“Your moms,” Talker said immediately as the others nodded. “No contest.”

“How would we even get in that situation?” Sirius asked. “What the did we do to make the nicest women in the world that mad?”

“Stole brownies,” Katie said with great gravity for one so young. “Mom says you four are the worst about it.”

“Mom wouldn’t even have to fight you.” Jules cocked his head to the side. “I feel like she could just give you a disappointed look and that would be enough. Katie, your turn.”

“Yay!” She brightened again. “What is your favorite cereal?”

Sirius smiled. “Fruit Loops.”

“Cheerios,” Talker said. “They’re good for you physically and emotionally.”

“I’m with Talkie on this one,” James agreed.

Finn gave them all disappointed looks. “You’re so old. Mine’s Lucky Charms.”

“Okay, Leprechaun Boy,” James snorted. Finn reached over and smacked the back of his head. “Hey!”

“Do you ever play hockey at home?” Jules asked. “I feel like Sirius doesn’t have to answer this one since it’s so obvious.”

Finn laughed. “Does tapping a puck around on the carpet with brooms counts?”

“Yeah, that counts.”

“Then yeah, sometimes.”

“I have no space in my apartment to play hockey,” Talker said. “Though I plan on moving someday and then the answer will be yes.”

“I made a rink in my backyard.” James smiled slightly. “Lily likes to skate sometimes while I run drills.”

“My turn, my turn!” Katie scooted her chair closer. “Okay. Out of everyone on the team, what two people would you take with you on a dessert island?”

“Desert,” Jules corrected quietly.

“Desert island. Are there deserts on islands?”

“I think they mean like super sandy beaches with no people on them.”

“Oooooohhh.”

James mouthed a thank you to Dorcas, who gave him a thumbs-up in return. The other three looked at the kids with unbearable softness. “Well, I’d feel awful if I took your dad with me, so I think I’m going to go with Finn and maybe Kasey. We’d have a blast.”

“Nice, dude.” Finn fist-bumped him. “Unfortunately for you, my choices are going to be Leo and Logan, since I already know we could live together without starting a war on the third day.”

Sirius thought for a second. “I think Nado would actually be able to survive on a desert island, so I’ll bring him along, and for the second one…maybe Kasey? Yeah, Kasey’s cool.”

In the ensuing silence, Jules gave him a significant look. “Aren’t you forgetting someone?”

“You’re not on the t—” The realization hit him like a truck; his eyes went wide and he slumped in his seat as the others burst out laughing. “Oh no. Oh, no, no, no.”

“Your own fiancé.”

“Please don’t tell him.”

“He’s gonna laugh so hard,” Jules cackled, leaning back in his chair. Even the camera crew was losing it in the background. Dorcas had to step out of frame. “You’re never going to live it down.”

“Well, the first person I would bring with me is Remus Lupin, because he’s read a lot of books and definitely knows how to survive on a desert island,” Talker said around his snickering. “And then I’d bring Cap, because God knows that would get entertaining after Loops finds out about this. The sarcasm would be off the charts.”

“Okay, next question.” Dorcas came back into view, still grinning. “Jules, go for it.”

“Can I ask Katie’s question again so Sirius can give a better answer?” he asked gleefully. Dorcas hesitated, then shook her head. “Bummer. What was cool when you were young that isn’t cool now?”

“When?” Finn looked scandalized. “I’m 24!”

“Yeah, and?”

“Ugh. Um, maybe Furbies? People were really into Furbies when I was in high school, though I can’t say I’m sorry to see them go out of style.”

James bit his lip in thought. “Tamagotchis.”

“I loved those things!” Talker said excitedly. “My sisters and I used to go nuts with those things!”

Sirius smiled. “Lite Brites.”

Finn’s eyes went wide. “I forgot about those!”

“Regulus and I each had one and we loved them. That was the only thing we agreed on and we used to sit—” He paused for a second to laugh. “—we used to sit in the middle of the ice rink in the backyard, still in our skates and everything, and do Lite Brites for literal hours.”

“That’s so cute, oh my god.” Talker shook his head. “What a nostalgia trip.”

Katie knelt on her seat and rested her arms on the table. “Who skates faster, you or me?”

“You,” all four answered in unison.

Jules rolled his eyes, but he was clearly hiding a smile. “How many push ups can you do?”

“How many can you do?” James countered. A flash of competition lit on Jules’ face and all the guys grinned. “Uh-oh, there’s the Lupin glare.”

“How about we have a little competition?” Dorcas suggested. “See how many everyone can do in thirty seconds?”

“Absolutely,” Finn said. The four of them had a little bit of trouble getting their knees out from under the kid-sized table, but eventually they succeeded and gathered in the middle of the room. “Katie, are you joining us?”

She smiled innocently. “No, I know I’d win.”

“Get ready.” Dorcas pulled her phone out as they knelt. “On your marks, get set, go!”

The guys went easy on Jules from the outset, but they made it look like those pushups were the hardest exercise they had ever done in their lives. Talker took a second to dramatically wipe his forehead and James’ wheezing was almost comical; Jules, however, was giving it his best shot. When the timer finally went off, Finn collapsed with a groan. “I forfeit.”

“Did I win?” Jules panted, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“You did, congratulations!” Dorcas put her timer away and winked at the camera as they headed back to the table. “Great job, everyone. Katie, your turn.”

“Do you live in a mansion?”

“I live in an apartment,” Finn said.

“Same.”

Sirius shook his head. “My house might be big, but it’s not a mansion.”

“Does a two-story house count as a mansion?” James asked. “No? Then no, I don’t.”

“Who is your least favorite person on the team and why?” Jules turned to Sirius with raised eyebrows. “Are we going to have another desert island problem?”

Sirius threw his hands in the air, speechless, as the other three cracked up. “Jules, can I adopt you?” James begged around his laughter. “Please?”

“You’ll have to fight my mom for that, I think.”

“My least favorite person on the team is James Potter,” Sirius sighed. “Not the person I’m getting married to.”

“We could get married. Lily might mind, though.”

“Full offense, but I know way too much about you to ever consider that.”

James ruffled his hair and turned back to the kids. “My least favorite person on the team is Remus Lupin, because he ran me over in practice the other day.”

Finn side-eyed him. “Didn’t you trip him after he stole the puck from you?”

“He ran me over.”

“Sure, Pots. Um, my least favorite is Kasey Winter. He threw ice at me while we were in the ice baths.”

“Logan took my Gatorade last week and hid it all over the rink,” Talker said. “I’ll never forgive him for such a crime.”

“Oh, I like this one!” Katie exclaimed as she looked at her card. “What’s the best birthday party you’ve ever had?”

“My tenth birthday was at Red Robin and I got a Power Ranger outfit.” Talker grinned. “I was the coolest kid on the block.”

“My eighteenth birthday was pretty fun,” Finn said. “There was a bouncy house and Alex almost broke it because we were jumping too hard.”

“Does it have to be my birthday?” James asked. “Because my son’s first birthday party was awesome.”

“Why?”

“He threw cake in Sirius’ face and a food fight broke out in the backyard.”

“That was a pretty great day,” Sirius agreed. “My last birthday party was my favorite.”

“You spent the night with us!” Katie said happily.

“I did, yeah,” he laughed. “And I had a really good time.”

Jules perked up when he read the next question. “I love this one! Do you have a lucky pair of underwear?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, totally.”

“Of course I do.”

“Is there a superstition I don’t have?”

Jules looked especially pleased with those answers as Katie picked up her card. “This is the last one,” she warned. “And it’s super important and super hard. What kind of dog would you be and why? You can take your time, I don’t mind.”

“Thank you, Katie, we’ll need it,” Talker said as he desperately tried to contain his smile. “I’ll go first, if nobody minds. I would be a border collie because one, I love them; two, they have a lot of energy; and three, they love making friends.”

“That’s a good one,” she said seriously. “They’re also very soft.”

“Yes, they are.”

Once Finn managed to suppress his quiet laughter, he raised his hand. “Can I go next?” Katie nodded. “I’d be an Irish setter. They have red hair and they’re really affectionate. Plus, I met one the other day at the park and haven’t stopped thinking about him.”

“This was a tough question, Katie, but I think I’m going to go with a golden retriever,” James said after a moment. “They’re good family dogs and they like to be on the ice with those big ol’ paws.”

“That’s what I was going to say!” She beamed at him. “Sirius, you don’t have to go. I already know what you’d be.”

He raised his eyebrows, looking highly amused. “Do you now? Can everyone else know, too?”

“Well, it’s obvious,” she said. “You’d be Hattie. She looks just like you and she gives the best hugs.”

A small puff of air left Sirius’ lungs and he blinked as James reached over and patted his shoulder. “Oh. Okay.”

“That wraps us up,” Dorcas said, looking between them with a soft smile. “Any closing statements from our guest stars?”

“Ready?” Jules muttered to Katie, who nodded rapidly. “On three. One, two, three!”

“Go Lions!” they shouted in unison with matching grins. The camera crew cheered and the players applauded, all laughing.

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