#god i wanna watch spiderman again

[that0nespecialfriend]

I arise with spidersona art..

This is Kinetic-Spider (yes, I misspelled it on the drawing, I am a dumbass)! They're

-On the ref, you can see that they're from Earth-4709, a universe where global warming has taken full effect.

Personal info:

-They're Demisexual, Demiromantic, and Gender fluid. They go by any pronouns.

-Their name is Kettle, they don't like sharing their last name because of their family.

-They are 17, birthday being May 9th.

-They are 5'4 with a mostly athletic build having been a competitive cheerleader in the past.

-They're afraid of spiders.

(yes, they are technically a self insert of me)

Powers:

-They have temperature based power, mostly for adaptation and can only control their own body temperature, but they can melt metal and even free helium.

-When in water, the farthest they can freeze with their body is about a 20ft radius, and can also evaporate a 20ft radius at their current max.

-When hot enough, they can make opponents hallucinate (like when it's hot in the desert and you see a mirage)

-Can survive long periods of time without food and water, bone can't break (can be pierced though), can also survive in the vacuum of space if they really wanted to.

-Their temperature can effect how well their webs work, either melting them entirely or freezing them in the web shooter.

-They get massive headaches from being in either state too long (depending on their outside environment), they have a chance of their limbs dying or their blood vessels bursting (but they have a specialized suit to protect them from this and specialized gloves and boots to help), slowed movement when cold, and dehydration.

Some backstory:

-They were bitten by a radioactive tardigrade spider, so they're really adaptable.

-The spider was an experiment that broke loose from Alchemax, that experiment being in the same vein of deep water gigantification, seeing how animals may fuse together in the hot temperatures of their world to survive.

-They're a 17-year-old who moved from Denver Colorado to NYC after becoming emancipated from their abusive family. NYC is where they were bitten by that spider (a really ugly looking spider too).

-Their canon event was when they shared their identity to their best friend's family. Their best friend's mom flew off the handle, trying to kill them, but their best friend stepped in the way, getting killed in the process. The mother was arrested, the youngest kid went into the foster system, and they buried their best friend. This left them all alone.

-Now, they're a senior in highschool, living in a shitty apartment in a shitty part of town, working a job whenever they can, paying off debts, and trying their best to afford food. All of this while still being the Kinetic-Spider for NYC.

Baddies:

-Will have the standard spiderman villains, but creepy because they're all genetic experiments.

-Alchemax in specific will be an antagonist because they want Kettle's DNA for further experimentation. So they want to catch them alive. They've done past experiments with blood samples, injecting a serum into someone. When they injected the serum, the person overheated then rapidly cooled to extreme temperatures, blowing up the room, killing everyone inside that room.

-Mercenaries hired by Alchemax to find and capture Kettle.

-Family keeps harassing them

- Obviously going to have school and work issues. They've just got a lot on their plate :(

How they joined the Spider Society:

-Was probably fighting an anomaly when someone came to help them (probably Lego spiderman smh my head).

-They noticed their powers and abilities and said "why the hell not?" And just scooped them up.

-bada-bing bada-boom, in the spider society.

-They now spend most of their time in the spider society HQ, finding it WAY better than their live back home.

-They probably spend most of their time with Pav, Hobie, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir, and Gwen, loving the chaotic energy, but they're willing to hangout with everyone.

-Probably didn't join the chase for Miles Morales because they didn't want to kill him on accident, and everyone was too close if they wanted to use their powers. (They got yelled at by Miguel for that, but not kicked out because they've never actually seen Miles).

Small headcanons/details:

-When they first got their spider powers, they probably melted through their bed and froze the melted mattress over night. Definitely didn't show up to school for a week till they understood their powers, claiming that they were at a mental hospital or something.

-They're an artist, having designed and made their whole suit over time.

-Their spider sense was horrifying at first because they couldn't feel when people were looking at them or were near them till the got the spider sense, so now they're hyper aware of it all.

-Probably almost killed a bad guy in an early fight, also being the one to call an ambulance for them.

-Has anxiety and probably AuDHD, so there's a LOT of sensory issues that they have to deal with, but being too hot is no longer a problem. They can adjust their body temperature till they're comfortable.

-On hot days at HQ, they're used as the walking AC (can also be a space heater on cold days).

-Peter B Parker and Pav have asked for them to heat up their food on many occasions (sometimes resulting in a melted storage container on bad days).

-Definitely pranks Miguel with Hobie and Pav, and definitely has had their ass handed to them by Miguel.

-Didn't realized that their costume was similar to Pav's till someone pointed it out.

-Would help out Miles once Hobie explains the situation to them.

[skunkes]

is al still from the same oc universe as his old gang? (wyatt, kim, etc) or has his lore changed through the years? ive been following for forever but i wasnt active for a long time so i missed some stuff lol

They are still from the same universe, yes!

I had just been thinking about how they'd still interact because well they are Al's closest friends... if there was more space in my brain I'd reintroduce em more especially since they could all interact with talon

I personally just get disconnected from old ocs because i realize my writing sucks and rewriting lore or coming up with new interesting things from scratch is Hard. they're just regular boring People ive already fixated on for a long time previously, not very interesting 😞

[achilles-rage]

Cherry

summary: after putting out a small kitchen fire at a bar, the bar owner offers buck a night of fun. when presented with his girls, he chooses you.

word count: 4.5k (oops)

a/n: this idea came to me in a dream after i read @spidermans-l-o-v-e-r ‘s glory hole fic, and i wrote this in one sitting. i have no idea what came over me but i was feral for this idea. thank you for posting your fic, it was delicious and i loved it<33 i had no intention of posting something today because i’ve already posted 2 days in a row and have more coming the next 2 days, but i felt the need to share this immediately after i finished. enjoy<3

warnings: smut, big titty reader (self indulgent, sue me<3), mentions of abuse (nothing graphic), no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

MDNI- 18+ Only!

Buck has absolutely no idea how he got here; how he got messed up in all of this. He’s standing in the large back room of an old bar in downtown LA, with ten women presented in front of him. His choice.

Earlier in the week, his team responded to a call here. When they finally put out the small fire in the kitchen, the owner had told him to come back later in the week for free drinks and a good time, and who is he to turn down free drinks?

He wasn’t expecting this, though; ten of the owner’s “girls” standing in a line in front of him. “Free for the night,” the owner had said.

His eyes had immediately been drawn to you when you walked in with the rest of the line. You were much different than the rest of the girls. While the rest had their heads up, giving him bright, flirty smiles, your face remained angled towards the floor. When they all stopped and faced him, you kept your head down; he could hardly even see your face.

Even so, he was drawn to your plush figure.

While the rest of the girls were slimmer, showing off lots of skin, you had opted for a pink long sleeve shirt. You were wearing a black miniskirt, and some god awful heels almost identical to the rest of the girls that the owner of the bar had told Buck “really shows them off,” and a pink long sleeve shirt low-cut enough that Buck could see your large tits practically spilling out of your bra.

He almost feels bad standing here. He’s never done anything like this before, but who is he to turn down a warm cunt for the night?

“So, who will it be?” the owner asks, a smirk on his face as he watches Buck taking in all his girls.

Buck begins to walk towards the girls, hands behind his back as his eyes travel the length of the line up. Then, he stops in front of you, but once again, you keep your head down. Surely he wants one of the girls beside you.

You’re surprised when he uses a finger to gently raise your gaze up to his, and your knees almost buckle. It’s the softest anyone’s touched you in months.

“You wanna come with me, sweetheart?” he asks you in a soft voice, and you swallow quickly before nodding your head. He’s gorgeous.

“Yes.”

He grins, then takes your hand and pulls you back towards where he was previously standing beside the owner of the bar. He gives him a smile while you stand almost behind him, eyes trained on his broad shoulders and muscular back.

“You sure you want that one?” the owner says, and you blink slowly, trying to fight back tears threatening to spill as you force your eyes down to the floor again. He’s always treated you like this, but you don’t have any other choice but to stay.

“Positive.” Buck replies smugly, fighting the urge to glare at the man’s condescending tone. He looks over his shoulder at you, and all he sees is a sweet little thing that he’s not sure he’s going to want to let go at the end of the night. How could the other man see anything different?

With that, the owner of the bar waves a hand, and the rest of the girls file out and go back out to the main area of the bar to pick up men, and Buck leads you out of the bar with his hand on the small of your back.

“Are you okay?” he asks once you’re out on the street and walking towards his car parked down the street. You furrow your brows, lifting your head to meet his gaze.

“What do you mean?” He tilts his head, raising a brow before his eyes move down to your feet. You’re almost limping in the heels you’re wearing, but they’re what you have to wear, so you shake your head quickly.

“Oh, I’m fine. Part of the uniform.” you try to joke, but he isn’t having it. It almost pains him to see you in pain. In one swift movement, he pulls you towards him and lifts you into his arms, one arm under your legs and the other behind your back. You squeal, and you can’t help the giggle that escapes your throat. He looks strong, sure, but you didn’t think he'd actually be able to lift you. You didn’t think he’d actually do it, either. It’s not like he has to be nice to you.

Once you’re in the car, he drives you to a hotel not too far from the bar. He doesn’t want to scare you by taking you to his house; as much as he wants to see you sprawled out on his bed, so he opts for the nicest hotel close to the bar.

Your eyes widen in surprise when you see the hotel he’s chosen. You’re not used to anything like this. You’re used to dingy motels, or the bathroom in the bar, or if you’re lucky, the backseat of a nice car. But never this.

He keeps an arm around your waist as he pays for the room, and he kisses the back of your hand when he grabs it to lead you up to the 3rd floor, keeping your hand firmly in his the whole way up.

When you get to the room and the door is firmly closed behind you, Buck steps further into the room, setting the key card, his wallet, and his keys on the dresser. You follow behind him slowly, then in one swift movement, lift your shirt over your head. You know what you’re here for, as much as his sweet actions make butterflies swarm your tummy.

His eyes widen when he turns back to you, his eyes darting down to steal a quick glance at your large tits practically teasing him in your see through lace bra. He closes the distance between you, grabbing your hands as you let go of your shirt and let it fall to the ground.

“Hey, no, wait. If it’s okay, I wanna talk first. Haven’t really done this before.” he tells you, his admission coming out a little softer than the beginning of his sentence. He feels a little weird about what he’s walked himself into, and he wants to know more about you before splitting you open on his cock.

“Sorry.” you tell him sheepishly. You bite your lip as you watch him shake his head.

“Don’t apologize, baby. Here, let’s get you out of those shoes first, yeah?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he gets down on one knee, kneeling in front of you and placing his hand on the back of your calf to urge you to raise your leg. You hold one of his shoulders as you lift one foot off the grounf, feeling your whole body heat up as you watch him take one shoe off, and then the other.

You let out a sigh when your feet hit the soft carpet, thankful to finally be out of those damn shoes. He smiles when he stands up, noticing that you’ve already relaxed a little more.

“What’s your name?” he asks, his voice almost a whisper. You give him a sheepish smile, shrugging as your eyes move down to your chest.

“He calls me Cherry.” you murmur when you look back up at him, a hint of a frown on your pretty lips. He tilts his head to the side, and he almost laughs at the name, knowing exactly where it came from.

His eyes glance back down at your heavy tits, getting a better look now that he’s standing directly in front of you. He can see the beginning of a cherry tattoo beneath your bra, right in the valley of your breasts, and he sighs. From the way the owner of the bar was treating you earlier, he’s half convinced that he’s made you get that tattoo, and you’re not very happy about the nickname.

“What’s your real name?” he asks softly, eyes darting back up to meet yours. His hand moves to your cheek, caressing it gently, and you chew the inside of your cheek nervously as you hesitate. No names. That was one of the first rules he had given you. But even so, your name is on the tip of your tongue, threatening to fall from your lips.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to tell me, it just doesn’t seem like you like that nickname very much.” he urges you gently. His eyes search yours as you stay quiet for a moment, and then, you tell him. Your voice is barely audible, but he heard you loud and clear, and a smile breaks onto his face.

He repeats it, and you nod, a small smile forming on your face.

With the way he’s looking at you, you can’t help but feel admired, and beautiful. That’s why you’re not surprised when the next words that tumble from your mouth are “kiss me, please.”

He smirks before he brings your lips to his, a hand cupping your jaw as he tilts your head up into the kiss and the other on your plush hip. His thumb gently moves across your hip as he kisses you gently, and while his grip is firm on your jaw, his kiss is soft and tender, which makes your head spin.

As his tongue pushes past your lips and begins to explore your mouth, you kiss him harder, teeth clicking together and breathing becoming heavy as both of your hands move to his cheeks. When one of his hands slides down to your ass and squeezes, it’s like a switch flips, and you’re quick to flip him around and walk him back towards the bed.

You break the kiss as you push him to sit on the edge of the bed, and then you kneel in front of him, hands going to his pants as you keep your eyes on his. Another rule: make sure the customer is pleased. When you’re at a motel and it’s clear he’s in no rush, use your mouth first, and then let him fuck you.

You’re surprised when his hands come out to stop you from undoing his belt, and your eyes are wide as you look up at his face.

“Whoa, wait a minute. What are you doing?” he asks, and you furrow your brows. He’s surprised by your sudden switch up, and while his cock twitches at the thought of your mouth around him, he sees the way your face changed. He notices the way your eyes almost become glossed over and unfocused, almost as if you’re on autopilot, like this is merely a job for you. Of course, he knows it is, but he doesn’t want you to wrap your lips around his cock unless you actually want to.

“Isn’t this what you want?” you ask, a little unsure. You’re feeling a little self conscious now. You’ve never had a man turn something like this down, and your insecurities from earlier about why he would choose you enter your mind again.

“Honestly, all I want right now is to taste you.” he tells you earnestly, and you look down, trying to hide the smile on your face. “But first, I want to ask you a question.”

You look back up at him, nodding slowly. He can see the insecurities inside of you, they’re practically written across your face. It’s the same look you had back at the bar.

“How long have you been doing this?” he asks. He hopes he hasn’t crossed a line, but with the way you don’t look away, he’s sure he hasn’t. Of course the answer doesn’t really matter to him, he’s just curious.

“A few weeks.” you reply with a shrug. He smiles, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“And how many times has someone picked one of the other girls over you?” He can’t fathom someone picking another girl over the soft, sweet thing kneeling in front of him. He had his pick, for Christ sake; all of the girls looked eager to leave with him, and he still picked you.

“A couple.” you admit sheepishly, feeling embarrassed at your admission. It’s happened more than a couple times, but you don’t want to admit that to him. Most of the time, it seems like the men want one of the more experienced girls, or one that’s easier to throw around.

“Can’t imagine why. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” he murmurs, eyes studying your face as a smile erupts on your face. “Can I taste you now? Please?”

You nod, and that’s all it takes for Buck to stand up, help you to your feet and then push you onto the bed, in the same position you just had him in.

He yanks your skirt and panties down in one go as you lift your hips off the bed, and then he puts a large hand over your soft tummy, pushing you to lay back.

He spreads your legs enough for his broad shoulders to fit between, and then he begins placing feather-light kisses to your inner thighs as his arms loop around your legs to hold you in place.

You watch him with a heaving chest as his lips make their way to your dripping core, sitting up on your elbows to ensure you have a view of him between your thick thighs.

As soon as he makes eye contact with you, he gives you a smirk, then dives into your cunt, licking and sucking greedily as he lets out a low groan.

“Taste so sweet, baby. Like heaven.” he moans against your folds, although you can barely hear him. You fall back down onto your back, your hands gripping the sheets as his tongue darts in and out of you slowly, his nose nudging at your clit deliciously with each movement.

He grunts as he notices your hands beside you, and he unhooks one arm from your thigh to grab your wrist, moving your hand to the back of his head. You whimper softly as your fingers weave through his hair, but you don’t pull it; you’re not sure what exactly he wants.

His arms loops back around your thigh again, keeping his face pressed as close to you as possible as he switches between suctioning to your clit and drawing lazy circles around it with his tongue. When he notices that your hand is merely placed on his head, however, he grunts again, unlooking his arm from around you and diving two fingers into your dripping cunt. You moan loudly as he curls his fingers against that spot inside of you, you back almost lifting off the bed as you squirm. Your grip tightens on his hair as he sucks on your clit at the same time, and when he lets out a low moan, you realize that he likes when you pull his hair.

You pull his hair a little harder, and you can feel the pit in your belly growing bigger as you get closer and closer to the edge.

In a few moments, you’re falling apart against him, whimpering loudly as he continues his movements, working you through your orgasm. When he finally pulls away, he straightens up, beaming at you as you raise back up onto your elbows, chest heaving.

“So good for me, sweetheart.” he purrs, and you watch him as he stands up, towering over you. “You think you can take my cock now?”

You nod quickly, and he smirks as his hands move down to his belt. You notice the tent in his pants as he undoes his belt, and then his jeans, and your eyes widen at the size of him as he pulls his pants and boxers down.

Your mouth is watering as he steps out of his pants and then lifts his shirt over his head, and he feels his ego soar as he takes in your eager expression.

He wastes no time crawling on top of you, letting you move up the bed to rest your head on the pillow as he goes. He kneels between your legs as he straightens up, now that you’re where he wants you, and grabs your hands to make you sit up. Once you do, one of his hands moves to the back of your bra and unhooks it easily. He slides the straps down your shoulders and moans when your heavy tits bounce slightly, finally free from your bra.

“If I didn’t want you so bad right now, I’d fuck those pretty tits first.” he purrs. You whimper softly as you bite your lip, looking up at him with sparkling eyes.

“Please.” you whisper, and he lowers himself back onto you, holding himself up with his hands on either side of your head as he begins to grind against you.

“Please, what? Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” he tells you, and you trail your hands down his chest, desperate to feel him.

“Fuck me. Please.” He smirks, giving you a chaste kiss before he reaches down to grab his cock. He looks down as he lines himself up with your entrance, then slowly pushes past your folds, groaning as he feels your greedy cunt stretch around him.

“God, baby. So tight.” he murmurs into your ear, his face beside yours and his lips grazing your neck. You whimper as he stretches you out, feeling slightly overwhelmed as he keeps bullying himself further into your sopping cunt, inch by inch.

Once he’s buried himself to the hilt, he moves his hips back and then snaps them back against yours, testing. When you throw your head back in pure ecstasy, he repeats his actions, thrusting into you eagerly as he kisses your neck. You keep a hand on the back of his neck as he fucks you, fingers finding the hair on the back of his head and pulling it gently.

He whispers sweet praises as his lips continue down from your neck to your collarbone, and then to your tits. He kisses around one breast, then brings your nipple into his mouth, using one of his hands to roughly squeeze and tug on your other breast.

“Such gorgeous tits, baby. Beautiful girl.” he whispers against your skin, and your back arches off the bed at all the attention he’s giving your body.

His thrusts are strong, and when he uses one of his legs to hike your leg up to his waist, you whimper loudly, your fingers tugging on his hair as he hits the spot that makes you see stars.

“How many times you say they’ve picked another girl?” he asks in a low voice, and in your bliss, you barely even register what he’s asking.

“A lot.” you answer truthfully, too cock drunk to lie.

“God, they’re missing out. Such a sweet little pussy. And all mine, isn’t that right?” he asks, lifting his head and looking down to see that you’re struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Yes.” is all you can get out, but that’s all he wants to hear. He continues with his rough thrusts, and after a couple more, he’s twitching inside of you, balls tightening as he teeters on the edge.

“You gonna cum with me, pretty girl? Cum on my cock?” he asks, and you nod as your hands move to his shoulders. You can feel your high quickly approaching, and your nails dig into his shoulders when his fingers start to rub circles over your clit, sloppy and eager.

He feels you clench around him, and he groans, having to close his eyes before he cums too soon.

“Cum for me, baby.” With these words, you’re squeezing your eyes shut as your body goes tense. He tuts, bringing his hand away from your clit and tapping your face lightly, urging you to open your eyes.

When you finally do, he cums hard, hot white release filling you up and threatening to leak out of your pulsing cunt.

You look up at him as he lets go, watching his face contorting in pleasure, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your mouth. He practically collapses on you as you both try to catch your breath, and he presses soft kisses to your neck and chest as you both come down from your high. A few minutes later, he pulls out with a groan, watching your mixed releases drip down your thighs and onto the clean sheets.

He gets up and goes to the bathroom, then comes back with a damp cloth, cleaning up what’s dripped out of you and onto the bed. He throws it to the side, then lays beside you, urging you to lay your head on his chest. For a minute, you both forget the situation, too blissed out to do anything but revel in each other’s company.

“What’s your name?” you ask, your mind finally coming back into focus. Usually, you couldn’t care less about the man’s name, but now, you need to know.

“Evan. Buckley. Buck.” he says slowly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You hum, nodding against his chest, but don’t say anything else. You’re perfectly content with laying her with Buck for as long as he’ll let you. You’re afraid that if you disturb the silence, he’ll tell you it’s time to go.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asks after a minute of silence, and you nod.

“How did you get into this?” You shrug, thinking for a moment. You’re not sure you should tell him.

Another rule: no personal details shared.

Even with his rules echoing through your mind, you feel like you have to tell him. He’s been so sweet, and you don’t think you can hold it in any longer. You haven’t told anyone else this.

“He’s my boyfriend. The owner. Thought he loved me, and I asked him for money to help pay rent because I lost my job. He gave it to me, but when I couldn’t pay him back quick enough, he told me to pay him back like this.” you tell him softly. His body tenses at your words. What the hell kind of boyfriend would make you do something like this to pay him back? He wants to storm back into that bar and beat him to a bloody pulp, but he knows that’s not exactly a good idea.

“How much?” he asks you softly, trying to keep his voice calm as he rubs your back gently.

“$800.” He scoffs at your words. $800 and he’s making you do this? You’ve been working a couple weeks; that’s what you said, and he can’t believe that you haven’t made him that money back yet.

“You’ve been working for weeks, and he still doesn’t have that money?” you sigh again, shrugging.

“There’s a place near the bar where he makes me live with some of the other girls. He takes the money I make and uses it for that too, so when I do make money, almost all of it goes to that.” You’re sure you’d be better off if you were more outgoing; more willing to go up to men in the bar rather than letting them come to you. You’d get much more money, probably. You’re much too shy to do that though, and you’re still not used to what you do.

He wants more than anything to get you out of this situation. He can tell that you’re less than happy about it, but he doesn’t know what to do. Then, an idea comes to him, and he speaks in a hopeful tone.

“Can I see you again?” he asks, and you smile, raising your head off his chest and looking up at him as you nod.

“Of course.” you reply, and he grins, leaning down to kiss you deeply.

You both fall asleep not long after that, and in the morning, he drives you back to the bar, but not before he gets your number.

Your arrangement goes on for months. You meet him once a week, sometimes twice, and after a month, you let him take you to his apartment. He’s easy to trust; and you know what he does for a living, so you don’t feel nervous at all when he pulls you into his apartment and pins you to the door, kissing down your neck.

He gives you money after each time too, far more than what he’s meant to pay you, but he insists. You try to argue, try to tell him that you can’t charge him anything, not when there’s feelings involved, but he doesn’t want to hear it.

He figures if he can give you enough money to pay back the $800 plus your current housing, you’d be able to leave and be with him, for real, sooner rather than later.

He’s surprised when there’s a knock on his door late one night, and his eyes widen when he sees you, teary eyed and a cut across your cheek.

“He won’t let me leave.” you whisper, and he’s quick to pull you into the safety of his apartment. He pulls you into a hug, shushing you as you cry into his chest. His body is tense as he thinks about your boyfriend, who he has just learned is now your ex as you babble into his chest about what happened, but he’s more focused on you.

He pulls you to the couch, and he listens as you restart your story, sniffling softly here and there and finally calming down now that you know you’re safe.

He listens to you tell him that you confronted him, asking him how much you still owe him, and about how he laughed in your face. He listens as you tell him that your ex boyfriend told you that your debt has been paid, but you’ve become good at what you do, and you bring in too much money for him to let go of you.

He clenches his fists as you tell him that when you tried to argue, he tried to force you into submission; pushing you against a wall and slapping you, resulting in the cut on your cheek.

He vows to protect you, that you’re safe with him now. He brings you up to bed, undressing you gingerly and pulling you against him as you both lay in bed. He kisses the back of your neck as you fall asleep, your back pressed tightly against his chest.

You’re never going back there again, he’ll make sure of it. He’ll find out where your things are, and go pick them up when your ex isn’t there, and you’ll stay with him from now on. You’re already his anyway, pretty much, so you’re his to protect. He’ll help you land on your feet, and when you’re ready, he’ll let you find your own place, but he hopes to anyone that will listen that you’ll stay with him. Forever.

the prequel

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✦ MISS CRAZY CAT LADY, M. VERSTAPPEN

when he dates her, everybody just know that his girlfriend is a crazy cat lady.

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yourusername it's been 1095 mornings ever since marc joins me in bed. and so much more to come<3 🎂🐈

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username HE'S SO BIG ALREADY!!

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maxverstappen1 jimmy and sassy says their happy birthday to marc

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caption: just watched spiderman last night with jimmy and sassy (also max) but he's gone the whole movie, so i decided to surprise him😉

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yourusername i'm fine, and he just get his the bath on his life (arguably). but i promise we're good 😄👍

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username jimmy be honest what are you saying to her until she make this

⤷ username i think you should say those things to max instead maxverstappen1

username ‘i promise we're good’ BAHSHAHAH Y/N WHAT'RE YOU DOINNN

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username right now i'm still curious about her reply on that comment on a pet insta topic

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maxverstappen1 it's been 8766 days since my crazy cat lady is being born!! happy birthday, lovely. more and more hours to be with you🫶🏻🫶🏻🎂🥳

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username she looks high already😂😂

username AW THEEE CAKKEEEEE

yourusername I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOO MUUCHHHHH TO THE MOON AND BACK

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username the way he copies her birthday wishes for marc I'M CACKLING AJAJAKAJJAJA

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⤷ maxverstappen1 i'm not by the way

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charles_leclerc happy birthday to max's cat lady. i hope your cat doesn't attack me again

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⤷ charles_leclerc I'M NOT! don't listen to her guys

landonorris wishing you all the best, y/n!🥳🥳

maudeapatow happy birthday for you miss crazy cat lady from meeee<3😂😁

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username wait y/n's cat have attacked charles before?

⤷ maxverstappen1 nobody knows

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[sugarcubeindulgent]

friend… i have no freak in me at this very moment, i was gonna ask for smut but the brainrot is too bad… pls can i request bill anything,,, i want that geeky white boy in my sheets !! it dont even gotta be smut, id be happy just kissing on him😣😣 i #need that nerd. i wanna sit on his lap and make out with him. on my hands and knees begging 🙏

synopsis. you're coming home from a party, turns out your brother was having one of his sleepover's. you run into his friend. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's his pathetic cuteness that makes you want to do a bit of the unthinkable.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ contents. explicit content. established relationship. dry humping(?). premature ejaculation. everyone is an adult. intoxication.

a/n: thank you for the request, anon!

The taste of cherry vodka plagues the entirety of your mouth as you half-heartedly wave to your friends in the car behind you. Hearing the loud music fading away as they drive away, you whine softly and rub at your eye that’s no doubt already smeared in your makeup enough. Cold air brushes against your exposed legs and the entirety of your exposed back as you stumble up the steps to the porch of your family home. Praying to God you don’t find your mom sitting on the living room recliner, you fumble to get your keys out of the bag on your shoulder. Once you manage, your eyes struggling to focus burn into the door lock. Suddenly it looks like the most difficult puzzle in the world.

It takes fifteen minutes, so says your thin silver watch around your other loud bangles. But you eventually manage to get inside.

Easing off your high heels next to the shoes in the entryway, your eyebrows furrow and a soft frown tugs down at your glossy lips. The air smells like…soda, hand sanitizer, and fried chicken. Immediately, you groan under your breath realizing Josh has his friends over. Already, even in your drunken state, you know you’re going to be woken up to shouting and yelling that’ll feel like an ax to the head. Frowning a bit while you continue to walk towards the steps to your bedroom, not stumbling so much without your heels, you breathe out deeply and smell the alcohol on your tongue.

Managing to get up the steps in one piece, you walk down the corridor to your room only to enter and stop the moment your eyes meet a pair of dark greenish ones.

You recognize Josh’s little friend, a senior like Josh and a little ball of anger as far as you’ve seen and heard your brother bitching about – Bill. But Bill looks a bit…endearing when he immediately freezes up and seems to awaken from a bleary state that tells you he must’ve just woken up. In a pair of Spiderman pajama bottoms and a Poison Ivy shirt, his chestnut hair is messy and glasses low on his nose.

As endearing – almost cute – as he looks, you frown a bit and look around your bedroom glowing with the warm lamp on your nightstand. “Why are you in my room?”,you ask, hoping you sound and look more sober than you feel. Bill’s eyes look you up and down before he immediately looks away with his eyebrows furrowing, he always does that. He always immediately looks away from you, he doesn’t leer like the unibrow one or simply stare like a meerkat like the blonde.

“U-Uhm…”,he clears his throat when it cracks, wincing a bit before fixing his glasses,”The uhm – bathroom downstairs got fucked–messed up. Josh just said to use yours so…” Sighing in obvious annoyance, dropping your bag down to your hand you make a mental note to stomp on one of Josh’s lego sets again. Bill looks at you immediately when you sigh and he shakes his head while gripping the hem of his shirt. “I’m sorry, he said you wouldn’t be back tonight. Something about you with your boyfriend.”

His voice is so tense, like he’s holding his breath. It’s cute. Just like the redness spreading on his face as he takes in your mini-dress. Your hands fall to grip your hips and you purse your lips a bit. For a few moments you have to think, your mind a foggy mess of alcohol. “First of all.”,you finally manage,”I don’t have a boyfriend. My loser brother just thinks guys and girls can’t be friends.” You walk closer to Bill who’s eyes widen and body stiffens, almost freezing in place. “Second of all…didn’t I tell you guys to not come into my room when you guys have your sleepovers and fuck up the bathroom?”

Bill swallows thickly, his adam’s apple bobs and he doesn’t even blink. Nodding stiffly, his eyes don’t leave you. “Yes.” You stop right in front of him while taking off your bracelets to toss onto your bed he stands beside. He flinches when the bracelets make a noise together and quickly speaks. “I–I just – sorry.”,he exhales deeply, seemingly shrinking in on himself. You press your glossy lips and eye him up and down while your hands fall to your sides.

Maybe it’s the alcohol but Bill seems cute. You’ve only ever seen him an angry ball, like a chihuahua. He’s endearing, all…nervous and anxious around you. You know your brother, you doubt his friends have ever held a conversation with a woman not related to them so Bill must not be any different. Deciding to skip the lecture, you roll your eyes and sigh. “Fine. But help me take this necklace off, yeah? I had to ask my mom to put it on earlier. I doubt I can take it off.” And you turn before he can even answer, moving anything in the way so he can see the clasps to your locket.

“O-Oh sure…”,murmurs Bill.

When Bill steps forward, you feel how clammy his hands are and how badly they’re shaking as he grabs the necklace clasped together. A small smirk toys at the corners of your lips while your eyebrows twitch, looking at your door left slightly open. Bill struggles with the clasp, inhaling sharply every time his knuckles brush your skin. Some warmth begins to fill up your face already warm from the alcohol, hearing his little swears every time he lets go of the clasps on accident makes your stomach feel a bit fluttery.

Finally, he unclasps it and breathes in relief. “Ha…”,he chuckles a bit shakily,”There you go.”

What a fucking geek…the thought races through your mind when you turn slowly and grasp the locket portion. Looking at Bill who looks up at you almost…afraid – you tilt your head and you smile a bit. “Do I make you nervous, Bill?” He flinches, eyes widening behind his glasses and he looks along your features. When you raise your eyebrows expectantly, he inhales deeply and opens his mouth. But nothing comes out. For some reason you feel hotter, when he almost seems like he may just piss himself with the way he seems to cringe a bit.

You reach out and tilt your head the other direction. “I–You–”

“You’re pretty cute.”,you comment, manicured hands cradling his cheeks that almost burn your palms. Bill can’t seem to even process what’s happening before your mouth is on his.

“Mmf!”,he muffles against your glossy mouth. For a few moments while you kiss him, he’s stiff and trembling like a chihuahua. But then he leans in and his clammy, shaking hands cup your cheeks hesitantly. Bill kisses you back, obviously inexperienced with how clumsy his lips are in kissing you but that only seems to make you feel hotter.

There’s a gentle heartbeat between your legs when your tongue sweeps the slit of his lips and he whimpers against your mouth. His mouth tastes like sour gummy worms while your tongue explores his inexperienced mouth. His tongue is a bit overeager, slipping and sliding along your tongue and even tasting your teeth before tonguing the insides of your cheek - but his little whines and groans make your cunt flutter.

Stepping forward, he steps back until he falls back onto your bed with a gasp. Your lips disconnect and you’re left looking down at Bill, straddling his waist while he’s nearly hyperventilating while looking up at you with more red on his face than skin color. Smiling down at him, you reach up and begin to undo the halter tie of your dress. Greenish eyes watch you as if you’re performing some mind-boggling magic trick.

“Y-You taste like strawb-berries…”,he stammers out, voice cracking while you clumsily work at the tie on the nape of your neck.

Smiling bigger, you raise your eyebrows. “Yeah? Wanna taste more?”,you slur your words a bit, letting the lacing go. Bill’s eyes shoot so wide you’re almost afraid they’ll knock against the inside lens of his glasses. His mouth opens and shuts like a fish out of water when his eyes marvel at the sight of your tits. Blinking rapidly, screwing his eyes shut and bursting them open, you laugh quietly and reach down to his clammy hands gripping the fabric of his shirt over his heart.

“Have you ever felt up a girl before?”,you ask, knowing the answer when you cup your breasts with his hands. Bill shakes his head rapidly, groaning softly when he feels your tits in his palms. You press down a bit onto the bulge you feel in his soft pajama bottoms.

Bill is staring at your tits in his hands when your hands fall down to rest on his chest. He’s nearly hyperventilating still, squeezing tentatively. Slowly squeezing then releasing. You inhale softly when his thumbs brush over your nipples, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensitive stimulation. Swallowing hard, your head foggy and your cunt throbbing more than it ever has with the most experienced and older guys – you watch Bill as he squeezes more comfortably, earnestly with the dopiest grin spilling across his red face.

“Oh my fucking God…”,he whines, swearing harshly. “They’re so soft…you smell so good.”

You slowly begin to rock your hips against his boner, sighing at the feeling against your clothed cunt. Bill groans and he whines, but his hands suddenly fall and grip your hips, he shakes his head. “W-Wait n-no ‘m gonna–” And you know what’s happening when he takes three sharp inhales and exhales but covers his mouth to muffle his loud groan, his hips stuttering up against your ass. Some disappointment hangs in you but you’re also somehow even more turned on watching his face twist with pleasure, head dipping back as he cums in his pajama bottoms.

Smiling softly, you slip off of his lap and sit down beside him while covering your tits with your arms. Bill is panting heavily, a dark and messy spot in his pajama bottoms. With a small smile, you can’t help but reach out and gently flick at his cock through the fabric. Immediately, he whines and he slowly sits up. “That was quick.”,you tease, looking at him. He looks away in humiliation, swearing under his breath and almost scolding himself while shaking his head.

“I-I’m sorry I–”

“Don’t worry.”,you laugh a bit. Reaching out, one arm still covering your tits, you touch his cheek to bring his eyes to you. You nod at him, his face painted in humiliation and a bright, beaming red. “It always happens the first time anyways. You should go clean up…I need some sleep anyway.”

Then, his angry humiliated expression softens and he nods gently. Swallowing thickly, he stands while covering his crotch and looking away. Your hand falls to your lap.

Walking to your door, Bill pauses once he holds the doorknob. Then he turns and looks at you, his glasses low on his nose. He looks like he wants to say something but when you smile and tilt his head, he quickly leaves and shuts the door a little too hard behind him. You smile to yourself, wondering whether or not you’ll have the same thought you’re currently having when you’re sober.

You really want to fuck him blind. Well – blinder.

[webslingingslasher]

i was thinking about how boyfriend!frat peter would swing his way back to trouble and like thinking if she needs something or what she was doing all the time he was on patrol like

"has she seen the episode we didn't get to finish?"

"nah, she wouldn't... right?"

"i hope she forgot bout it"

"i think she ran out of toilet paper"

"gonna be so mad if she saw that episode without me"

kinda messy in a peter way but he likes to find himself thinking about her after being spiderman because sets him down to earth again <3

the second peter had his hand on your window, your laptop slammed shut. you were sitting a little too straight up, your hands in plain sight.

'were you watching porn?' you sputter, the idea making your chest feel warm. 'no! i was just looking at stuff.' peter's eyebrow quirks, 'porn stuff?'

'no!' your eyes flash around the room, it's a guilty look. 'oh, c'mon, it can't be that bad. what kind of stuff are you into?' peter swears he's joking, but when he playfully reaches for your computer you flatten yourself on top of it.

'holy shit, it really is porn.'

'it's not porn! it's... it's... for you. yeah, it's for you and it's a surprise!' your boyfriend blinks, 'you have to believe the lie to sell it, trouble.'

you couldn't be caught, peter would never forgive you.

'you got me at a bad time, you were supposed to call me on your way over.'

'did you miss me that bad? you had to pregame my arrival?' you huff, sitting up and fixing your hair, you don't realize how close your boyfriend got.

'i wasn't doing that!'

'you were about to.'

'no!'

peter's having way too much fun, 'then what were you doing?'

'i already told you, nothing!'

peter's quick, he grabs your laptop but not before you catch the other side. a gentle game of tug and war. 'i'm gonna look.' you tug, it's useless, peter could rip it from your grasp in a second.

'no! not allowed!'

'then tell me what you're hiding.'

'no!' you screech louder when he takes total ownership of the machine. guilt washes over you, you've been caught red handed. the only solution was looking at your knees.

your boyfriend gasps in horror at the screen, it sounds like how you knew he'd feel about it.

'i'm sorry, peter. you were never supposed to find out.'

'how could you do this to me? to us?'

you can't even make eye contact. 'i know, i'm sorry.'

it's like it chokes him to say, 'how long has this been going on?' you look up at him, if you plead he may accept your apology.

'not long, i promise! it was just today.... and maybe last week. but i swear i'll never do it again.'

'this hurts, trouble. this really hurts me.'

sure, maybe you did betray his trust a little. but he's the one that got you hooked in the first place, he can't push all the blame on you.

'but you've already seen it! and i really wanted to see the next episode and you weren't here and i figured it would be okay... but that was four episodes ago.'

'fine. but you need to keep me updated, because the only reason i'm rewatching it is so i can experience it with you.'

a subtle confession, something you weren't supposed to take to heart, but you did. the whole reason peter got you watching was so he could relive all his favorite parts, but with you.

you pout, peter pushes your computer back in your hands and points at your bottom lip. 'no. you dug your grave, you don't get to be sad that i'm sad.'

'but i'm really sorry.'

'sorry you got caught.'

'no! i'll never watch it without you, i promise.' except you were in the middle of a very juicy scene and you're itching to press play. peter can read you like a book.

'you wanna do it right now, don't you?'

'no.' ..... 'yes.' ..... 'but i won't.'

'god gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers.'

peter doesn't understand the restraint you're showing. 'you stink, go take a shower.'

'promise you won't keep watching?'

it's hard, but you can do it for him.

'promise.' 

[nervousgardenerkid]

Private, not secret

a/n: me being happy cause my no sabo ass can finally start using the little spanish sayings i've learned/said throughout my life😭😭not sure how to feel about this or how it ended....just the thought of miguel coming home and COMPLETELY unwinding and being putty in ur hands....it does something to me okay?? i just wanna take care of him pls as always i hope u all enjoy this and credit to the gif owner! <3

warnings: none really! cursing, some spanish, (that's probs not good i'm sorry my luvs i wasn't taught my native language </3) miguel being soft then grumpy lol, not proofread (that's a warning itself).

no pronouns are used in this story and there wasn't any specific races mentioned so everyone can read!! i'll probs do a translation of the phrases i used later👁️👄👁️

There was one thing that was certain about Miguel O’Hara, and that one thing was how private he was about his life. It was no surprise to anyone at headquarters how private he was about his life outside of Spiderman. For all they knew, Miguel practically lives in his office. From the moment they stepped foot into the building, to the moment they walked out, Miguel would be there staring at the screens that were in front of him.

There was something different about today though. Something different about this week. It hadn't been the best week for any of the Spider-people down at headquarters, meaning it definitely wasn't a good week for Miguel. Anomalies were escaping, villains were destroying cities, and Hobie missed a morning debrief again, yet Miguel hasn't blown up yet. Not even a cold icy glare was sent their way.

“This is weird…” Peter mumbled to himself as Mayday crawled up his body, sitting on his shoulders giggling as he watched Miguel talk to Hobie calmly.

Gwen lowered herself down from the ceiling hanging upside down beside him.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

She flips over, landing on her feet effortlessly.

“Doesn't he usually start yelling by this point?” Pavitr asked, following closely behind Gwen.

Peter slowly nods his head, his eyes not leaving the sight in front of him, but widening more when he sees Miguel laugh at something Hobie says.

“Did he just…?” Peter mumbles quietly to himself

“Oh yeah, he did,” Gwen says while grabbing onto Mayday.

“Awe nah,” Miles said, swinging next to them.

“Yall remember when he tried literally killing me?! Ain't no way bros just out here laughing now.”

“Laughing with me too at that,” Hobie said while turning around and watching Miguel leave before facing his friends again with a sly smile.

“You all thinking what I'm thinking?” Hobie asked.

“We go home early?” Peter asked while taking Mayday back from Gwen, placing her in her carrier.

“We kidnap him for questioning-”

“We follow him home-”

“We leave him alone to bathe in his happiness!”

Four pairs of eyes all fall on Pavitr as soon as the words leave his mouth, causing him to nervously clear his throat.

“I’m just saying…maybe it's best if we leave him alone. I mean, do we really want Miguel to be angry and start yelling at us again?”

-

“I guess we do want Miguel to yell at us.”

Pavitr whispered harshly, earning four loud shushes as they hung off of a random building.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Miles asked quietly as he put his hands up near his eyes, peering into the window.

“Has to be,” Hobie replied with a smile as he grabbed onto Mayday who was crawling up to the roof.

“We followed him here ourselves!” Gwen exclaimed. “He has to be here.”

Peter gasps and ducks out of your eyesight, pulling down Gwen and Pavitr with him and shushing everyone.

“Oh my god, we should've listened to Pav-”

“Yes, you should have.” Pav cut off with a smile.

“This is someone else’s house!”

Miles whispered as he kept looking at the window, silently thanking the universe for his invisibility powers.

“Miles! Get down already!” Gwen said while looking up at him, but her words go into one of Miles’ ears and out the other as he watches Miguel walk into the home with a familiar scowl on his face.

“Wait! Miguel just walked in.”

Interest peaked from everyone as they all make their way over to the window, peeking inside and gasping when they see you jump into Miguel’s arms

“I don't believe it…” Gwen quietly said to herself.

“Huh, well that's something I didn't expect.” Peter followed.

“Oh, this is great! Miguel is in love with someone! Do you think anyone else knows? What about Jess? Or maybe even-”

Pav’s words are cut short when Mayday starts banging on the window when she sees the large familiar man her father works with. Gasps leave the mouths of everyone when they hear the exchange between you and Miguel.

“Miguel…why is there a baby sticking to our window?”

“Dios mío, pinche Parker…”

Peter feels his heart drop when his last name leaves Miguel’s lips. He reaches up ready to grab his beautiful daughter (and possibly say his last words to her) but grabs onto a chiseled face instead.

“Oi, he's a dead man now, yeah?” Hobie whispers to his friends.

Peter slowly looks up, giggling nervously when he sees Miguel's face in his hands still.

“Parker, let go of my face.”

Peter quickly drops his hands and starts stuttering over his words to explain why he's there with everyone until Miguel holds up a hand to stop him.

“You five,” he said, gesturing to the group. “In the house.”

The group wastes no time as they all swing into Miguel’s house carefully trying not to knock anything over. It's now that they take the time to look around his decorated home, smiling when they see pictures scattered along the wall. The place is nice, it screams Miguel and someone else, they just don't know who yet.

“Parker. Your baby, please.”

Peter looks back over at Miguel who stands perfectly still as Mayday begins to climb over him into the arms of a giggling you.

“She is just adorable! Mira que lindo, Miggy! Don't you just want to eat her up?”

Peter’s heart swells when Mayday giggles at your compliments, his eyes widening a bit when he sees Miguel smile at you.

“Yes, cariño she's cute, but I think she needs to go back with Peter.”

Peter steps forward with his arms out, chuckling when Mayday jumps into them. Miguel turns to face them all, ready to send them back home when he sees the looks on their faces.

“Fine,” he sighs. “Ask away.”

“Are you the reason he’s nicer now?”

“How long has this been going on?!”

“Does he glare at you when you mess up things too?”

“This couch is lovely. I have to know where you got it from.”

You laugh softly as questions are thrown your way a mile a minute. Miguel grumbles to himself as he walks over to the kitchen table, your hand in his as he drags you to sit onto his lap.

“You happier at work now guapo? Hm?”

The team collectively gasps when a pretty rose color makes itself evident across his cheeks as your hands run through his hair, tangling itself with the strands resting on the back of his neck.

“Mi alma...not in front of them.” he quietly whines while hiding his face on your shoulder.

“No way he's blushing right now,” Miles mumbles under his breath to Hobie.

Miguel shoots him a glare, his eyes glowing red as you let out soft coos and bring his head against your chest.

“Yah Miggy, cálmate por favor,”

You look over at the spider people standing around in your living room, getting up from Miguel’s lap and walking over to the fridge.

“Are you guys hungry?” you asked while looking over your shoulder and smiling at them.

“I didn't make enough dinner for all of us but I'm sure I can find something to cook real quick!”

“Amor, they were just leaving-” Miguel starts, but is cut off quickly.

“I could eat some food.”

“I'll take some water if that's okay!”

Peter walks over to Miguel’s food, grabbing a piece of food from his plate and humming in contentment when the flavors melt on his tongue.

“This is amazing! What seasonings did you use?”

Miguel can't even comprehend what's happening as everyone rushes over toward you, stealing your attention away from him. He takes a moment to let everything sink in as his eyes fall on you smiling and laughing while holding Mayday in your arms. His heart swells at the sight in front of him, feeling nothing but happiness at the fact that you get along with people he's grown close to over time. That happy little bubble he's in quickly pops when he sees Peter standing over the stove with Hobie and Miles, eating the food you cooked as if they haven't eaten in years.

“Please, have some. We insist.” Miguel said under his breath, his arms crossing over his chest.

“Fank…you!” Miles said with a mouthful of food. Homie and Peter followed him giving him a thumbs up with a smile.

Miguel takes a deep breath, his hands flying to his face pinching the bridge of his nose as he makes his way over to you while mumbling under his breath.

“No puedo mas, no puedo mas, no puedo mas.”

He smiles as Mayday jumps from your arms into his, his hands finding their way under her tiny arms as he lifts her into the air laughing with her.

“Do you really need your daddy Mayday? I'm sure you can stay with me and mi vida, no?”

Mayday laughs, her hands loudly coming together as she claps, then puts her hand into her mouth when Miguel settles her onto his shoulders.

Peter quickly gulps down the food that was in his mouth as Gwen lets out an awkward chuckle.

“Something tells me we’ve overstayed our welcome…”

Peter nods his head quickly, snatching Mayday off of Miguel and offering you a smile.

“Yeah, we should head out soon, pretty sure MJ is cooking lasagna tonight.”

The rest of the group walked toward the window they entered in, their heads looking over their shoulders waving goodbye to you as they thank you and hope to meet again soon. Miguel wraps his arms around you from behind as he watches them all filter out the room one by one, swinging their way back home.

He sighs and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Everything okay Miggy?” you ask quietly as you reach out behind you to play with his hair.

He nods his head, his arms squeezing you just a bit tighter as he starts to leave kisses where your shoulder and neck meet.

“Just tired cariño, even when I'm away from work I can't escape them.”

You chuckle and turn around to face him, your arms draping around his shoulders as you place a kiss on his cheek.

“They just wanna see what's got you so happy at work now guapo,” you whisper quietly. “They’re your friends and they love you.

Your hands come to rest on his cheeks, your thumbs gently caressing his skin. He leans into your touch, a small scoff leaving his lips.

“They aren't my-”

“They are your friends.” you lean up a bit to gently place a kiss on his lips, smiling when you pull away and watch him follow your lips.

“They're your friends and you love them, Miguel.”

He smiles, placing another kiss on you as his hand tangles itself in your hair, attempting to bring you closer to him.

“Fine,” he mumbles, pulling away with a smile. “They're my friends and I love them, but not as much as I love you.”

Your hands slide down to his chest and grip the shirt he's wearing, bringing him closer to you, ready to get lost in the feeling of him before a voice breaks you both away.

“Awe, we love you too Miguel.”

“Pinche cabrón- Parker! Go home!”

[stardust-thief]

The Amazing Spencer [M]Reid

an: i thought of this idea at work and i cldnt get it out my head, spencer as spiderman is so chefs kiss, i kinda wanna do more with this au but idk!!! i like the idea of the entire bau being friends and some of them are seceretly superheroes around nyc, also the title works shut up

synopsis: spiderman!au where spencer is spiderman and his best friend penelope is his guy in the chair/very worried medic, 0.7k words

cw: mentions of past violence, descriptions of bodily harm/wounds, tobias hankel is the lizard/dr curtis connors, very ooc spencer im so sorry

masterlist

Spencer had been doing this for a long time, he was used to coming home late - if at all - bloodied and bruised. The constant fear for his life had dulled over time. Of course, it was something he still worried about, especially when it impacted his friends and family, but the guilt wasn’t all consuming anymore.

Earlier that evening Spencer got a tip that the Lizard, also known as Tobias Hankel, had escaped from prison and was running loose across New York City. He remembered the first time Hankel had been a problem, those were not memories he looked back on fondly. Especially because he was too high to remember most of them. This time, he intended to put his years of experience to good use and not get kidnapped and drugged! His plan was relatively successful, it left Hankel beaten on the doorstep of the prison he escaped from and left Spencer feeling only mildly loopy from blood loss.

Landing in the fire escape, he slowly lifted the window pane to his apartment. “Garcia? Are you awake?” Penelope Garcia had figured out about Spencer’s double life pretty quickly, she could always tell what Spencer was thinking. At first she had completely refused to believe it, how on earth could her beanpole of a best friend swing around New York and beat on bad guys? Eventually, her resolve had softened and she swore that she would help in any way she could. Her first suggestion had been to rebrand as “The Boy Wonder”, but that would’ve just got Spencer ridiculed even more so that was an immediate veto. Normally she gathers intel on the people Spiderman is hunting, and sometimes she would stay over to help with the first aid Spencer would inevitably need.

“Spencer?” Her soft, slipper-clad footsteps hurried to the living room (they were pink cats with sparkles on the ears, Spencer had got them for her one Christmas). “Oh my god, Spencer what happened? You look like you were thrown off 12 buildings and mauled by 20 cats, consecutively.”

He shrugged, “you’re close. Although I would have preferred the cats.” Spencer stumbled over to the couch and unceremoniously flopped onto it. “Hankel got out, had to grapple with him to get him to go back. Prison really changes a man, he had a lot more tricks up his sleeve for me.”

“Tobias Han- Spencer,” she moved to stand in front of him, jaw dropped, “Spencer, Tobias-freaking-Hankel escaped and you didn’t tell me? You just went out to fight him, are you crazy? What if he kidnapped you again Spence, no one would know and you would be hurt and alone-”

“Pen, I’m okay, I promise. I didn’t tell you because I knew you would freak out. But I’ve grown a lot since facing him the first time, I wouldn’t have let anything bad happen.” He loved Penelope Garcia with all his heart, but she could worry and work herself up about every little thing. It made him feel so guilty that he added onto it with this whole Spiderman thing. “Look, I’m sorry I kept you blind about it, I will let you know next time. Now, if it’s not too much trouble, could you maybe help me with this.” He gestured down to his thoroughly torn open chest, Hankel had set his claws in deep and the wound was burning.

Spencer watched as Garcia’s eyes followed down to his chest, “Oh my god you’re bleeding out! Spencer this should’ve been the first thing you said! Okay, I’ll get the first aid kit, but oh- Spencer, that looks really bad, we might need to go to the hospital.”

“I’ll be fine, I don’t have super healing for nothing,” he gave her the cheekiest smirk, then softened, “We’ll see after you clean me up, honestly I think you have some superpowers too, I always feel better when you patch me up.”

She narrowed her eyes, failing to hide the beaming grin on her face. Spencer watched as she turned to find the medkit in the bathroom. Sometimes, days like these were hard. Getting beat on by gigantic lizard monsters was never anyone's idea of fun. But it was all worth it when he remembered why he did it. He was eternally grateful for Penelope’s help, she was the most devoted person he had ever met. Without her he probably would be long dead already, New York left without its protector. If she could help patch him up at the end of the day, then he could easily swing around the city, and maybe catch a bad guy or two on the way.

[the-bitch-files]

Best Closing Lines in Film

"One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach: all the damn vampires." - The Lost Boys (1987)

"I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having an old friend for dinner." - The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

"I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12. Jesus, does anyone?" - Stand By Me (1987)

“We’re under a lot of pressure, you know, and you put us there. Nothing’s riding on this except the, uh, First Amendment to the Constitution, freedom of the press, and maybe the future of the country. Not that any of that matters, but if you guysfuck up again, I’m gonna get mad. Goodnight.” - All the President's Men (1974)

“Ernest Hemingway once wrote: ‘the world is a fine place and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.” - Seven (1995)

“I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.” - The Shawshank Redemption (1994)

“He’s not our hero. He’s a silent guardian, a watchful protector. A dark knight.” - The Dark Knight (2008)

“The haters always say ‘Tonya, tell the truth.’ But there’s no such thing as truth. It’s bullshit. Everyone has their own truth. And life just does whatever the fuck it wants. That’s the story of my life… and that’s the fucking truth!” - I, Tonya (2017)

“The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he doesn’t exist. And like that, he is gone.” - The Usual Suspects (1995)

“If you hang on to the past, you die a little every day. And for myself, I know I’d rather live.” - Cape Fear (1991)

“A man’s got to know his limitations.” - Magnum Force (1973)

“Whatever life has in store for me, I will never forget these words: ‘with great power comes great responsibility.’ This is my gift. My curse. Who am I? I’m Spiderman.” - Spider-Man (2002)

“Are you Paul Sheldon? … cause I just wanna tell you, I’m your number one fan.” / “That’s very sweet of you.” - Misery (1990)

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: life moves pretty fast, if you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” - Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986)

“To live would be an awfully big adventure.” - Hook (1991)

“They say they’re gonna repeal Prohibition. What will you do then?” / “I think I’ll have a drink.” - The Untouchables (1987)

"Forget it, Jake; it's Chinatown." - Chinatown (1974)

"Thank you boys." - Dead Poets Society (1989)

“You met me at a very strange time in my life.” - Fight Club (1999)

“God damn you! Damn you all to hell!” - Planet of the Apes (1968)

[frankoceanluvrr]

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2 — 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

pairing : friends to lovers , fem!reader , college!peter, college!au

warnings : nothing too serious. english isn’t my first language, urdu is! so please tell me about grammatical errors like spelling and punctuation as those i struggle with

summary : [Name] and Peter have been friends since college started. He soon finds out his friend has a ‘crush’ on the masked vigilante Spiderman, and cant help but feel a little jealous.

part 1 here! : https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/frankoceanluvrr/715754434612838400

a/n : @natashamaximoff69 requested! thank you for 10 followers !!!!! ❤️ sorry this is a bit rushed

“I hate studying.” You groaned, putting your head on the table.

“Well, maybe you hate it because you’re always doodling instead of actually learning. Who do you draw again? What’s he called? Spiderman?” Peter teased.

“I hate you so much” you laughed lifting your head up.

You guys weren’t even studying for anything important. You both just wanted to spend time together, even if it meant studying topics in advance.

“I gotta go,” Peter said, looking at his watch, “See you tomorrow?”

“Uh, actually, you wanna go see a movie tonight?” You asked, not even looking at him.

“What? Like a date?” He asked quickly.

“Yeah, like a date.” You breathed, meeting his soft but excited gaze.

“What time?” He said, shocked this was even happening.

“Just text me when you’re done doing whatever you’re doing.” You said, putting all your things in your bag, “should I walk you to wherever you’re going?”

“Wow, you’re really the gentleman [Name],” he smirked, “but no it’s fine, thanks though”

“Be safe” you smiled as he walked away.

You ran to your friends as soon as you saw him leave.

“Did you ask?” Your friend Gwen asked, grabbing both your arms.

“He said yes!” You smiled widely.

“Geez, calm down [Name]” Your other friend Mj laughed, “it’s just a date right?”

“Well, I might ask him to be my boyfriend by the end of it. I don’t know though, what if he thought it’s just like.. a friend date? Oh my God that would be so embarrassing—” You rambled before being cut off.

“Friend dates exist?” Gwen looked puzzled, “anyway, don’t overthink it [Name]. He so obviously likes you back.”

“Yeah [Name], you practically have nothing to worry about. We can help you get ready for it too” Mj smiled.

You spent the whole day with them in your dorm planning everything down to potential conversation answers. He spent the day.. differently. Being Spiderman wasn’t easy. He was obviously excited for the date, but he had other problems.

It was now 10pm, you were staring at your phone. It was off on your bed and your friends were staring with you.

“Maybe you should go over to his dorm, he’s probably nervous.” Gwen sighed, passing you your phone.

“You sure he’s not just standing me up?” You frowned, looking at your friends.

“No, and even if he was, he’d be making a big mistake. You’re a catch.” Gwen smiled, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“[Name], just go to his dorm, he might be waiting for you or something.” Mj laughed, pushing you on your way.

You got to his dorm and knocked on the door. The door opened slightly, and you could see a figure crawling through the window. You furrowed your eyebrows, opening the door even more until it made a noise. The figure stopped and began to turn around, you hid behind the door but it started to open even more revealing you.

Then you saw him. Spiderman? Breaking into Peters dorm?

You reached into your pockets frantically to ring the police. He rushed towards you.

“I’m not a criminal I promise.” His tone panicked, shutting the door behind you.

And with that, he took the mask off revealing himself.

“Peter?” You said, eyes widened.

“Hey” He said sheepishly, the shock not even settling in for him yet.

You were the first person to know he was Spiderman.

“How? When? What?” Your questions could barely get out your mouth, “you’re Spiderman??”

“Well, to answer your first questions, a radioactive spider bit me when I was 15. I’ve never told anyone about this, and neither can you. Secret identity you know?”

“That won’t be a problem, but are you okay?” You said, noticing his face was slightly bruised.

“I’m fine now” He smiled softly, taking your hands.

“Do you have like 8 hidden eyes?” You said standing back slightly, taking in the information given to you.

“What?” He laughed, “no, [Name], I don’t have 8 eyes unfortunately.”

“This cant be real” You furrowed your eyebrows, “I thought you said Spiderman was old and had bleached hair?”

His face flushed, “I was jealous.”

“Of yourself?” You laughed, pushing his arm.

“Shut up, it’s just the way you were talking about him”

“I was talking about you though.”

“Whatever, why don’t we just go to the movies hm? I heard they’re re-running scream.” He said attempting to shift the conversation.

“Good idea.” You smiled, “but I still have more questions you know.”

“Ask me on the way, let me get changed.” He said running off to the bathroom, “you look really beautiful by the way.”

And that’s when it really settled in that he was Spiderman. He was the one who was complimenting you. The one helping you and thousands of others. You began to worry about him as he was getting ready. He had to face danger everyday. Risking his life everyday. Before your thoughts could get any worse, he came out dressed like Peter Parker. The Peter you fell in love with, not Spiderman.

“I hope you know I don’t like you more because you’re Spiderman, I still hate you” You smirked.

“Yeah yeah whatever you say [Name].”

In reality, he was scared you might only like him now because he’s Spiderman. He’s never been so wrong about you.

The walk to the movies was filled with every question you could think of, and Peter didn’t mind. He loved the fact he could talk to someone about this, but he loved talking to you more.

[voidhyune]

chilling : skz han jisung x reader wc:446(no smut)!(just saw hannie posted today and i got some inspiration<3)

you and han were forever besties. (or you thought.) you hang out a lot, almost every day. he was your safe place and you were his.

it happened one day that the two of you were sitting on two chairs in han's parents' basement. nobody really used it anymore but you two. you could say it was like a hangout place.

"how's life goin' " the boy asked you.

"hm?" you asked back, returning from your imagination.

"i asked you how's life going y/n. what were you thinking about?" he looked at you and giggled.

god. his giggles were your favorites.

"doesn't matter." you spoke, turning your head away so he couldn't see you blushing. "wanna smoke?"

"sure. why not?" he nodded, then pulled out a little box from under the table. this is what you loved about him. he never pushed anything on you.

he took the cigarettes out and a pink hello kitty lighter. and yes, you two had matching lighters. han had the hello kitty one, which reminded him of you. and you had a spiderman one because of him.

han passed you his lighter after he lit his cigarette.

"thanks." you mumbled.

"hm." he hummed, taking a puff. "do you mind if i turn on some songs?"

"no, not at all." you smiled at him.

he put on his and also your favorite songs. both of you loved my chemical romance and deftones. they always played if you two were together.

"hey, can i ask a stupid question?" after asking, you looked at him and studied his head and expression.

"you always ask stupid questions y/n." he laughed, before taking a puff. "but yeah, go ahead, love."

your eyes grew bigger. did you hear that right? did he just call you 'love'?

"c-can i kiss you?"

he didn't asnwear, instead he just leaned in, cupping your now red cheeks and kissing you slowly.

the kiss was gentle and sweet. you could taste his strawberry-flavored lips. it also was your favorite.

when you pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours, touching your nose with his.

"i love you y/n" han said and with that he took the last puff out of his cigarette. you watched him in awe.

"i lov-" you couldn't even finish your sentence, because he connected to your lips again and blew the smoke into your mouth.

this reminded you the first time you ever kissed. it was with him, at the age of 15. so 7 years ago. you really wanted to try shotgun kissing so why not with your best friend?

and now here you were. shotgun kissing. with your best friend, well not anymore.

a/n: don't smoke please :( sorry for mistakes i really rushed w this...

[ducktollers]

god i wish that new spiderman cartoon had hired josh keaton again for the main voice actor cuz i dont wanna watch it entirely bc this new voice actor seems like a fucking loser. like the animation looks kinda cool i wish it wasnt 3d but at least it looks intriguing. and i like the suit design cuz it looks so fucking silly and its kinda giving hockey jersey and i like that. and the premise in general seems cool. BUT THAT VOICE ACTOR MAN every time peter says anything im gonna think abt how the guy voicing him said he was scared the show would be annoying and woke. how is the guy voicing spiderman the type of guy who uses woke like a conservative dogwhistle. like are u fucking joking PLEASE fire him and get josh keaton back im serious

[fanfictiongirlie]

Marvel: Honey, Superheroes Don't Exist Where I Come From - Chapter Three

Parings: Unsure x First Person Reader

Description: Y/N wakes up, and Bruce Banner is standing there, but wait, he is from a movie.. She falls into the universe of Marvel, and needs to work out how to get home.. but does she wanna go home?

Rating: Unrated for the moment.

Warnings: Swearing, Alternate Universes - Everyone lives, Maybe eventual smut?

Words: Currently 2,248

Okay, so this is a fic I started writing in 2020. And I wrote three chapters for it, and that's it, I lost interest, but I don't wanna lost interest in things I write. So I thought I'd post it, see what people think, and maybe get some motivation to continue writing it. It's a weird idea, and I'm not sure if I want my main character to end with Loki or Bucky. (Maybe I could do a poll) Also, maybe I could challenge myself and write for a different character. Like Thor or something. I just don't know. I think this is such a cool idea for a fic, and I'm just stumped xD

" I heard there was a newbie" A voice suddenly spoke, I looked up to see Loki, sitting opposite me on the couch with a book in hand. What the fuck. 

"And you're in my room because?" I ask, he looked at me and raises his eyebrow. Maybe I shouldn't insult a god?

"I was curious" He spoke, I really liked his accent, it was calming. "Also I wanted to know if there was a version of me in your world?" He asked. 

I shook my head to say no, then stopped. 

"You're not a being in my world, but you are stuff of legends, like mythology, you're still seen as a god" I explained, confusing myself in the process. 

"I'd love to hear more darling, but I was sent here with a purpose" He smirks, the book in his hand disappearing. It shocked me, I had yet to see magic. 

"And what's the purpose?" I asked, he stood up and extended his hand for me to take, I didn't. 

"Dinner is ready" He said, and then disappeared. I rolled my eyes, I would not get used to that. I was almost disappointed I couldn't do magic however. 

I placed my book down on the coffee table and then lefts my room, not forgetting my key and walked towards the dining room, I was anxious, I'd be meeting more people, I was sure. 

My stomach growled as I neared the dining room, I could smell the food too. It smelled amazing. I walked in, and looked around the room, the long table was crowed, there were so many people, some I had never seen before. But the ones I recognised were:

Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Tony, Thor, Loki, Wanda, Vision, Bucky.. I had met them so far. 

"Hi Y/N" Someone said excited waving their hand at me, I looked to see who, it was Spiderman, I smiled and blushed, he was so cute. 

"Here, you can sit in-between me and Bucky Y/N" Steve spoke politely. My breath hitched, as much as I fancied Bucky, he made me feel nervous. I walked over however and took my seat, a plate of food was already in front of me, and a empty wine glass. I frowned, I could use a glass of wine right about now.

"Would you care for some wine?" Loki asked, obviously he had seen my frown at my lack of wine. I nodded and watched my glass fill up with a deep red liquid. 

"Could I have white instead please?" I asked, Loki nodded and with a flick of his wrist the red liquid became the colour of white wine. I smiled taking the glass in my hand. 

"Wait!" Steve stopped me before I could take a sip, a sip which would of maybe been drinking the entire contents, after the day I've had. 

"Are you even of age to drink?" He then asked, I rolled my eyes and chuckled. 

"Yes, I'm 23, so well over the age limit" I assured him, and brought my focus back to my drink, I did down the entire glass, and Loki refilled it for me. I could defiantly get used to that. 

I downed the second glass too, but decided to take my third slowly, I did not want to be drunk in front of these guys. 

When I had finished the second glass I heard a quiet laugh that came from Bucky, I turned to him and our eyes met again, causing my heart to flutter. I wasn't sure why. He smirked at me, quickly and then turned back to his food. 

I smiled and started to eat watching the others joke and talk to one another, it was bizarre, I still couldn't believe this was real, it wasn't the same universe I knew though, it was different from the movies. Then again Doctor Strange had said there could be thousands, endless realities. I wonder if I was going to meet Doctor Strange too, I'd love that.

I chuckled to myself, I was slowly meeting all of my Marvel crushes, I suppose there could be worse places to be stuck. Imagine if I was transported into the Supernatural universe, pretty sure I would of been eaten by a vampire or something by now. I was so caught up in my thoughts of different universes to be stuck in, I didn't notice Peter asking me something. 

I looked up and everyone was patiently watching me, I laughed nervously and smiled. 

"What did I miss?" I asked. 

"We're going to have a little movie night later, I asked if you would like to join?" Peter asked again, I nodded. 

"Yeah sure, that sounds fun" I smiled, relax tonight and then tomorrow I was going to go back to Dr Banner's lab and find out how to get home..

[littencloud9]

for the ask: 🕯️🍄🍬

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

hmm. like a 6. i like it because im a self-indulgent writer so it's like getting to read exactly what i wanna see. but also editing is a PAIN especially when it comes to paragraphs that are just like. what am i even talking about. or sometimes i skip scenes and i just stick in smth like [they talk] [funny joke idk] and having to cross the bridge i have gotten to is not fun HELP

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

omg!!! putting a few because nobody can stop me:

🐉🐯 sskk -> akutagawa calls atsushi 'my love' or 'my darling' while atsushi calls akutagawa 'ryuu'

📗🧡 kunichuu -> is this even a hc. SPIDERMAN KISS. wait but also chuuya getting flustered and losing control over his ability and he goes crashing down after the spiderman kiss

🌸🐾 itafushi -> megumi's shikigami popping up (out of his control) when hes watching yuuji because they love yuuji as much as he loves yuuji. mostly the dogs and the rabbits

💛🧡🤎 kunichuuzai -> cane user dazai x chronic pain chuuya x knkd with hand tremors. important to me

🗡️🔪 tachigin -> sometimes gin doesnt want to talk so tachihara learned sign language specifically for them and convinced most of the port mafia to learn it too

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

oh my god UMMM okay. lets talk about gojo satoru.

a lot of the fandom believes that he only cares about geto and that frustrates me a lot because while yes, a lot of gojo's reckless decisions are based on geto and he always looks to him for guidance, it has been shown time and time again that gojo cares for many others. he would not sacrifice his students to save geto. he is selfish, but he is not irrational. gojo loves his students. he loves nanami and shoko. we've seen how affected he is at nanami's death, the pure rage at the higher ups who wanted to kill yuta and now yuuji, how highly he thinks of megumi and his power etc. he believes in creating a future for jujutsu society that isnt corrupt, one which his very own students will run. while stsg share an undeniable bond, so deep that gojo is still paralysed by geto's body even after years of not seeing each other again, he would not choose geto over what he believes is the saving grace of jujutsu society. gojo will fight and scream and sink his fangs into whatever he can to get geto back, but his love and loyalty is not limited to just that. at the end of the day, hes the strongest, and he is lonely. why would he abandon those he keeps dear to his heart? for geto? that would go against his character and the future he is working so hard to create. he can love more than one person

SORRY THIS IS SUCH A LONG REPLY AKSJAJKS

send some asks here <3

[kindheartedgummybears]

ok well while I beta-read my own fic, I have the sudden urge to make a post about all of my scraped/put away/shared TDIM aus with my siblings! because I wanna talk about them💃

Vampire!Erin AU I wasn't able to find a way to set off

Werewolf x Werewolf Jerin AU I played with for a moment before scraping.

Night in The Woods AU me and my sister(@screamwhore hiii👋👋) played with after she beat the game that I currently have sitting in the deep freezer waiting to be thawed out.

Marble Hornets AU me and my sibling(@everglowingstars also hiii👋👋) made while watching the series back in March(?) I believe. We haven't talked about it in a minute though🤔

Ghostface!Jerin AU I played with a little before scraping/putting away, I'm not quite sure which one😅

The Ghost Rider!Erin AU I ACTUALLY BRAINSTORMED AFTER THE DREAM. It didn't really go anywhere though😔

The Demon!Erin AU I ALSO brainstormed after the initial dream, I currently have that one also in the deep freezer for now.

Werewolf!Kate AU I came up with and ultimately scraped, but that was before I knew ANYTHING about TDIM so it may or may not make a comeback one day.

Ride The Cyclone AU That rides into my brain again every once in a while, it's a dumb AU and it's a musical fic for god's sake so😭 but it is also oddly in character for the Lonnit crew so, for now, I just have it put away.

IDK what to even call this AU the plot was Du'met killed the crew and then made their body into little murder robots that run around. IDK💀 it's scraped though but it's still interesting. I also think I played with the idea of their souls still being trapped in their body they just couldn't really do anything but watch.

Grave Encounters AU I have no idea what I'm doing with💀 The Lonnit crew is just so Grave Encounters coded tho like you can not tell me Charlie wouldn't get them stuck in something like that💀💀

Spiderman!Lonnit Crew (minus Charlie) AU that kind of just spiraled into a SMG spiderverse AU? idk it's scraped tho☹️☹️ But it sort of lives on in the Deadpool x Spiderman Jerin au!!!

Speaking of Superheros, Superhero!Lonnit Crew au that never got anywhere :(

a Fantasy AU that is actually for the ENTIRE SMG game series(UD, HA, TI, TQ, TDP, etc.) That I've been working on for the LONGEST of time now that still has a lot of work to be done.

I think I thought about a Pokemon AU like, right at the beginning of my hyperfixation but it didn't go anywhere sadly😔 andddd yeah that's pretty much it, at least from what I can remember from the top of my head. Yeah, this little brain of mine pumps out AU in mass LMAOOOOO If you guys have any questions about any of them, like character casting or plots or whatever I'm 100% open to talk!! I FREAKING LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY AUS RAHHHHH🦅🦅🦅🦅

[slytherinshua]

Hi there! I just read your So Mun docs bc I was scouring on tumblr to see if anyone has written anything for The Uncanny Counter because I’m so hooked and there is nothing anywhere it’s literally just you carrying this fandom’s writings on your back. I have a request and it might sound stupid so you can delete it or not write it, anyways could you write a fic of either So Mun meeting or dating reader who is like Spiderwoman? She isn’t a counter or anything just someone taking care of criminals, (she has the iron spider suit from that is shown in No Way Home worn by Tom Holland’s Spider-Man bc that suit is so cool with the spider legs anyways) The reader spots the counters beating up an evil spirit and thinking it’s a criminal joins in on the fight with her webs and webs up the evil spirit for them (she has webbing, supper strength and ‘spider senses’ just like Peter’s in the Spider-Man films) and the counters are just like ‘???who are you and how did you do that???’ and like maybe while fighting non spirit fights she joins the counters as well sometimes on fights or if they need her (she hasn’t shown her face to them yet idk where you wanna do that in the fic) and you can take it from there about what happens between her and So Mun or how he sees her face for the first time etc again if this sounds dumb you don’t need to write it but I just wanted to get the idea out of my head haha🫶🏻🫶🏻

oh my god????? OH MY GOD??? I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS IDEA SM!!! im a big fan of spiderman even tho i haven't watched any of those movies i read sm peter parker fanfic and know the plots of basically all the tom holland spiderman movies (ive ever written a spiderman au for beomgyu cause it is my fav superhero to brainstorm with). i'm def def gonna write this i think its such a fun idea and the idea of like superheroes being in the same universe as counters is so cool!!! i just wanted to respond immediately and let you know that i love the idea since u seemed uncertain :( but its such a great idea and i can't wait to write since im rly hooked on writing a lot of so mun fics rn!! (i hope ppl don't mind but i am quite literally like you said, feeding the entire fandom and i am the ONLY one 😭 but i like doing it and i just hope my fics are good enough to satisfy everyone <33) thank you so much for the req and hopefully i can write it and put it out asap!!!