#i was going to do a cute thing for everyone's graduation photos but i'm not really in the mood to do poses rn

[jaelyngames]

I've been going back and forth between CAS and build-and-buy for the past few weeks (or, at least, when I am in the mood to get in the game) to set up my save file for Nadia's graduation, but honestly, between the extensive save file prep I've been doing and the discouragement I've been getting from stuff happening (or not happening) in my personal life, I might end up dropping some of my plans and just play.

[writing-whump]

Normal AU headcanons

Don't mind me, just hypothetical messing around

Isaiah would have raised Hector and Arnie on his own since he was 15 (when their dad was still around but already pretty gone) and officially since 18

As in, everyone is human in this AU verse

Sel would be more obviously a writer. The kind of obsessive writer living in her fantasies with zero friends and writing experience and too abstract thinking and too high language that doesn't understand slang

Their dad would be in a psychiatric facility

Isaiah would study law, cause he was interested in that since early teens too keep the brothers in his care + but study psychology for fun

The story would likely take place at point of separation anxiety with Isaiah moving out to live with Seline and Matthew

Hector and Arnie would be trying to scramble up their lives since Isaiah was the fussy kind and they were both smothered and spoiled

Matt would probably go for amateurish boxing career turning to trainer later + still with some anger issues to work through

Without packs the trio would probably be a trouple. Thinking in direction of Isaiah being bi, Seline a straight demi and Matt an ace. It would be a slow burn thing and they would be very private about it

Isaiah and Sel would get together at first and then Matt would join. It would feel so natural, they are both so close, not jealous, so touchy...

Pretty sure Isaiah would open his own psychological practice. Between his baggage and Seline's absend-minded obsession, Matt would be the most normal lol

Dylan would still be a drop out but after 2 years of odd jobs would likely get into evening school to graduate

Rip would be some kind of troublesome 19 something Isaiah would get as case and get interested in to help when finding out about his childhood and how alone he is

And they would need a larger friend group lol

Arnie sometimes runs away from home to bother Isaiah at the new place for sure

Hector switches between freaking out and pretending he is annoyed and better off alone

Hector would be running start up ideas during his economy studies. How did he and Matt end up at the same gym? Hector can't stand Matt giving out advice with workouts just cause he does it professionally

If the trio were a trouple you can bet they would sleep in the same bed every night, all three together. And order only king sized pair beds for trips to snuggle

Still no jealousy in this version. Whenever Isaiah and Matt hug or touch or do something affectionate, Seline bursts into happy giggles and wants photos, cause they are so "cute"

As for physical intimacy, Matt being ace and Sel demi, leaves Isaiah super careful about both of them. Doesn't help he is shy and private about it and has to be coaxed out

Sel would be more obviously into tummies I'm telling you, with both of them. For some reason I imagine her a lot more melty and relaxed in this scenario

[f-amilyties]

hi guys i feel like i need to do a life update just because so much has happened from when i started this blog to now -

i started this blog when i was ~14 and had a basic enough understanding of photoshop to teach myself how to make gifs. i started using michael j fox's filmography for practice (an excuse to stare at him longer) and posted it here. then all the sudden i was gaining followers and it became such a great community, i made so many internet friends and literally was posting here like it was my job or something. it was my pride and joy logging on here and talking to everyone and posting my silly little posts.

fast forward to me continuing this blog through high school, i kept up with it as much as i could as my schedule got so much more demanding. then, i went to college, majored in advertising, and graduated last year! i'm now about to turn 23 and i work as a designer at an advertising agency and if you can't guess from the beginning of this post its almost entirely due to mjf and the creation of this blog.

i literally owe this man my life.

i also met him again in february because he happened to be going to a con i was already going to (no hug this time but got a cute photo)

naturally with how busy college and high school was i just wasn't on tumblr as much but i'd pop on and reblog a gif for mjfs bday every now and then. but what made me pop on here again is because i recently moved to new york and the first thing i did in my apt was watch the secret of my success... and man. was that a full circle moment.

if i didn't begrudgingly watch back to the future for the first time 10 years ago i would not be here, which lowkey speaks to the plot of the movie.... damn... but yeah thank you michael j fox for my career

tbh i wanna start making gifs again when i have the time because i miss it so much but to anyone that ever interacted with my blog or sent me messages in my inbox ily all thank you for everything !!!!!! i am lookin forward to being more active on here again soon :) *side note back in the day i used the tag #nft to categorize things as NOT FAMILY TIES and now NFTs are a thing and it looks like i'm tagging something im not!!!!! thats so annoying!!!!

[duha54]

You got Satori Tendou !

Match up for Miauchu !

• Congrats your perfect match is Tendou Satori !

• He's used to people with a rbf *cough Ushijima ;(づ￣ 3￣)づ

• So he could easily see what was behind the surface

• Was the one to approach you .

• You became bestie .

• He was the one to approach you but not the one to confess . And this due to all the bullying he was victim of during his childhood .

• Guess who confessed ? Ushi !

• He just blatantly came up to you and stated :" Satori have what's • called a crush on you ."

• And he goes back to whatever he was doing .

• The face Satori made when you reciprocated your feelings was priceless .

• His typical ･ﾟ✧drama queen･ﾟ✧ behavior . But even more exaggerated .

• His favorite thing is when you cuddle while petting his head .

• Would go shopping with you .And for one specific reason :trying out crazy outfits and doing photos hooting .

• At first, the employees were annoyed however, the sight of a lovey-dovey boyfriend taking willingly tons of pictures of his significant other ... It was just so cute ! How could they even think of interrupting a moment like this ?

• Had definitely begged you to put on a cat costume (=^ェ^=)

• Would hype you up for any crazy sh*t you're about to get into .

• Sometimes when you both just wanna chill ,you'll hang out in his room both reading the latest shonenjump .

• He'll then sneak onto your lap pretending that the pillow wasn't comfy enough .

• He also does that whenever he's craving attention .

• You're the only one to who he talked about his insecurities and all of the bullying he has been the victim of during his childhood .

• "Wait ... You haven't talked to Wakatoshi about this ?! -It was for the better ... -You bottling up your feelings isn't "for the better " . -If I've told him that, he'll glare at everyone until graduation . Plus it's me his pillar ! He needs support if he's gonna be a superstar .

-And you ? -I'll live my modest best life ~ -Alongside your pillar ? - A pillar ? -I'm talking about me dummie ! -You sure ? You won't get annoyed and leave ? -Of course not ! How could you even think that !? -Promise ? -Promise . "

• And you spend the rest of the night in each other arms o(*￣︶￣*)o

• I imagine him having insomnia, and due to that late night calls would be an oftentimes occurrence.

• Loves movie nights. Especially if you fall asleep during it ( you're just so cute ! )

• For valentines, he wants to make a chocolate cake with you . He thinks it's more romantic .

• Compliments you all the time but gets flustered the moment you compliment him back .

• Your n°1 cheerleader in whatever you'll do throughout your life .

• He also makes sure to reassure you as much as possible ,hence he fairly knows that you won't voice your concern out loud .

It was a bit shorter than usual however I hope you'll still enjoy it o(*￣︶￣*)o

[camouflagedlove]

You Scrapbook?!

A kinda continuation of my Scrapbooker Steve drabble

Robin and Eddie are snooping through Steve's room when they find it.

A scrapbook.

It's marked 1986 and when they begin to flip through it there's all sorts of things there.

A photo of El and Lucas seeing Max for the first time since she woke up. Nancy, Robin and Eddie graduating. The final hellfire campaign of the school year. It's loaded with memories.

"Didn't take Harrington as the sentimental type," Eddie said.

"He is but I didn't know he made scrapbooks.."

As they neared the most recent part of the book Steve came into the room and froze.

"Um...what you guys doing?"

"Snooping. Since when do you keep super detailed scrapbooks?" Eddie asked.

Steve looked annoyed but answered the question, "since like...when I started hanging out with the kids."

"Oh that's precious." Eddie said, putting his hands over his heart and making a face.

"Is this the only one?" Robin asked.

Steve faltered and Eddie raised his eyebrow knowingly.

"No..I have one for both Dustin and Robin..."

Robin jumped up from the ground, "oh my god! I get my own scrapbook! You have to show me right now!" She pulled on his arm like an excited kid and he begrudgingly grabbed it from a desk drawer and handed it to her.

"Aw, Stevieeee do ~I~ not get a special scrapbook all for me?" Eddie said, making sure to bat his eyelashes.

Steve shifted uncomfortably and blushed bright red but stayed silent.

"Oh my god! I do have one! I'm so happy I've made such an impact on the king!"

Steve rolled his eyes, "Ok, technically you don't have a scrapbook...you have a box of things I'm going to put in a book and those can be thrown out at any time."

"Stevie, you wouldn't!"

"He definitely wouldn't," Robin chimed in from her spot on Steve's bed flipping through the scrapbook dedicated to her.

Steve groaned.

"Don't worry, big boy, I cherish our time together too." Eddie said and then gave a dramatic smooch to Steve's cheek.

"Ooh do that again, I have to get a picture for his scrapbook!" Robin joked and her and Eddie burst into laughter.

"Very funny, guys"

"No but seriously, Steve. This is super cute and sweet, I know everyone's gonna appreciate this." Robin added, making sure he didn't feel bad about his hobby.

He smiled and they all looked through the scrapbooks together.

[crazycatgirl420]

First Lines

I'm not sure if this is the first line of the whole fic or the first line of the part I'm currently working on so...since I don't actually know the rules I'll just do whichever feels right for it Kay? Cool.

1) Ellie sat on a stool on the stage, a simple black dress shimmering under the light. She was supposed to sing some sad love song tonight but all she could think about was the death of Robin the Second. Looking at the crowd of Gotham Citizens she wondered if they even knew yet.

This one is still a draft but it's teenage singer Danielle in an dp×DC universe. The song that inspired the first chapter was actually a cover of the Beatles song Blackbird.

2) Sam wasn't related to her by blood, but Grandma Ida had always loved her for who she was. Sam would never truly worry about money, though she had spent most of her savings on her car and the apartment, because Grandma wouldn't let Sam go hungry or cold. A thousand dollars would be sent to Sam's bank account evey month, and had been since she was a baby.

The next chapter of Gotham's Black Rose is a bit of a struggle for me right now, it takes place after they've moved to Gotham, about them settling in and finding their footing in a new city, and Sam does some reflection on her relationship with her adopted Grandma.

3) "Father, Grandfather, Uncles," Danny greeted as he walked into the dinning room and sat down. The adults all looked at him, but Danny just smiled.

"Who let a kid in here?" - "Uncles?" - "Father?" - "Who are you?"

They all spoke at once but Danny waited for them to quiet down before he spoke up.

"Daniel Bertinelli, or Constantine if you check magical lineage, or Wayne if you ask for my mother's biological father's last name."

"I've got a kid?" The blond Constantine dropped his cigarette.

"...Helena Bertinelli is my daughter?" Bruce Wayne stared at the table as if the wood would make any of this easier.

The next part of The Fine Print where 'everyone' finds out they've had children they didn't know about.

4) Gotham was not a good city to be homeless in, Danny learned. It was cold at night, and rained at least once a week, and he never knew here he was going to sleep.

My Project R fic is not doing too well, I'm not sure why or what to do with it.

5) When Paulina imagined her Graduation from High School, she never would've pictured this for herself. She was Eighteen, turning Nineteen this summer. She thought she'd be dating Dash or Star, that she'd be taking photos and going out to dinner with either of them or maybe the cheer team would meet up.

Of course she never would've predicted Phantom. Couldn't have imagined Fenton. And you can't predict an unexpected baby. That's what makes them unexpected.

But here she was. Kneeling on the grass of the football field, blue Graduation gown the only thing protecting her JJ House designer dress from stains, and her heels starting to sink into the dirt.

"Grad-u-lates Pauli," Ellie said, carefully, with a toothy smile and her happy bright blue eyes. Her little arms went up, hands grabbing at the air. "Uppies?"

It's a Paulina/Danny raise baby Danielle in Gotham fic idk if it's going to go anywhere but I find it cute to think about.

6) Soul dreams were a safe place, at least they were usually. A neutral place where souls met to bring each other into their lives. How the soul dream took shape depended on who was asleep first, and was still asleep when the other joined them.

I hit a self doubt wall with my first soulmate fic, I wanted to analyze Jazz's sense of responsibility towards Danny and her tendency to treating him as a child even while acknowledging he's a teenager. I also wanted to analyze Dick's relationships with his own siblings once I picked him as Jazz's soulmate for this fic. I'm not sure if I should go back to my notes and try again or if I should give up on it entirely for a different soulmate fic.

7) I'm not sure if cleaning the Fenton house was a good idea anymore. Jasmine Fenton sat on the couch in front of me, her hands clasped together and a strange look on her face.

My self instert fic has hit a wall so hard I decided I am going to change it completely. I tried I struggled and I had no idea what I was doing. Here's the last I had for it as it is now though.

Okay! So there's my 7 current WIPs sorta. I haven't had the heart to actually remove anything from my list of projects even though I'm done trying to write for some of them. I did my best though! And I'm proud of what I learn every time I try something new.

I think I'm supposed to tag other people to play too so I guess I'll tag @faeriekit @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 @evandarya @spooky-fm @p0ssym1lker

Okay I'm not brave enough to tag more people in a silly game, maybe next time. I'd like to thank @weirdfishy for tagging me, sorry it took me so long to make play too! This was fun once I stopped over thinking it.

[hotarutranslations]

Kajisak-san!!!!!

Evening

My second appearance on Kajisak Channel-san, Came true

🤯❤️

Thank you very much for this time.. Kajisak Channel-san, which I love, love.. Everyone that watched the previous video, Again, thank you very much All of the kind Kajisak Channel viewers I saw the lots of warm comments Everyone in the Kajisak Family Everyone in Team Kajisak I love the whole thing, and the viewers love it too..❤️

Also, viewing it from the same angle again, I can't believe it after all😭😭😭

I'm reallyyyyy happy about it..

I knew it was going to be released today, I was nervous from around 3:00PM,

I watched yesterdays video again today, Tonbo-san's Hanamaki, Yoshitomi-san's Hate Comments, A Small Room Where 3 Couples Talk About Whats Happened Recently

I spent the day with that line up

Recently, Looking over at Haru-chan.. Its a peaceful world, right..

Oda also said she watched it--🤤🤤

This time, somehow, Everyone in Kajisak Channel that is part of my daily life,

Everyone on the team, Especially at the beginning, with them surrounding me.. Kajisak-san Tonbo-san Yasutake-san Tsune-san Ryuuji-san Yoshitomi-san Kaketa-san were all there🫣 I could see them lined up no matter where I looked,

What is this…?

Thank you very much for the photo Its my wallpaper

(This photo was taken after Tsune-san had left for America⚠️)

At the 6th anniversary that'll be held on October 6th, Lets dance to Renai Revolution 21!

Thank you very much for thinking of me🕺

I gave them the choreography but, This time, did Ishida properly, function as a teacher…

They were saying, cute, cute, right… ← (Thank you very much for the subtitles…)

On the day of the shoot, there were various things unfolding before me, It was entirely fun and unforgettable…

But of course it was not just fun, They really took the practice seriously,

Even saying, "break!!" Everyone would return to the practice immidiately, Even though they practiced so much on camera, They were practicing the whole time off camera Thank you very much…🕺

Saying it was unforgettable, I can't forget the thins to reflect on😕😕

Awawaa, there are various things but…😕😕

With the topic of Tsune-san's right and left elbow.. If I had done it in a snappy way instead..

With Kajisak-san, When he asked me about a reward, nothing came out..

Uu…😕😕

But thats right, this time, Ishida, is watching the video properly this time! I feel gross but I'm doing my best to watch it

(Its so much fun that it would've been rude to not watch it)

Really, thank you very much, To everyone on the team that made it fun, and for editing it wonderfully!!!

There was also a talk about things I don't know in the opening too, I was happy about that, thank you very much Yoshitomi-san ☺️💛fufu

More than anything, I'm wishing for the success of the 6th anniversary event

At the venue that day, Live viewing, or streaming,

Renai Revolution 21 will flow through❤️

Look forward~~

The actual day is close, I want to go to Makuhari Messe I'll definitely go😕😕

As a fan towards the performance, I'm looking forward and will support them

Everyone, please dance with a smile!!!

I also mentioned my graduation in the video, Since with this timing,

Its like its part of the graduation fever,

I'm happy about it, Thank you very much❤️💙

Everyone! Watch the video! A lot ok!

Thank you very much for the ceremonial pitch, at Rakuten Mobile Park Miyagi⚾️

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Debut song 48th Pyoko Pyoko Ultra~

I danced a lot on my own..

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[kenyauslander]

Fic title: How To Say Goodbye

(deciding to write a short story for this one, I love this title so much and there are so many avenues I can take with it, fic will be trimmed for user convenience)

How to Say Goodbye

"Well, today's the day, isn't it?" The text reads. I look over to my closet and see the cap and gown hanging up on the door. I sigh and reach for my phone, texting Hayden back.

"I guess so." I reply back, setting my phone down on my nightstand again. I take a deep breath and let out a shaky sigh. Who ever said graduation would be the easiest and most non-emotional thing in the world? Nobody, apparently. I lay in bed for a while longer before deciding to be a functioning member of society today. Well, I'd have to be, if I'm attending my own high school graduation.

I roll out of bed and stretch a bit. Every single joint seems to pop and crack at once. I blink and wipe away some tears that I should be saving for graduation. I hear some commotion in the hallway, and there's a knock on my door.

"Liebling, can I come in?" Mom asks.

"Yeah. Just waking up." I reply, watching the door open and seeing my mom step in, holding a few beautiful bouquets of flowers.

"These are for you, liebling. This one is from Hayden's grandparents, Victoria and Victor, this one is from Mrs. Stein and Mr. Hyde, and this last one is from everyone in the family. Me, your father, Jess and Keiko, all your aunties and uncles, your cousins and your grandparents on both sides of the family." Mom says, handing me the bouquets, mainly comprised of roses, baby's breath, and phlox, which are my personal favorite. The bouquets were already in a vase of water, so that helps me a lot.

"Thank you, mom. I'll get going on those thank you notes. Promise." I reply, setting the vase on my vanity.

"We also sent a bouquet to Hayden, just letting you know now." Mom replies, before exiting my room and keeping the door slightly ajar. I see Keiko peek his head in. I gesture for him to come in. He walks in, dressed and slightly cologned.

"So, sister, I hear you are graduating." Keiko says, walking right up to me.

"Yes, Keiko. I'm graduating. Next year is your graduation." I reply.

"Affirmative. I would like to extend my congratulations in the form of human contact otherwise known as a handshake." Keiko says, sticking his hand out for a handshake. I shake his hand.

"Thank you." I reply. Keiko actually smiles back at me, and it's not one of those forced smiles he's notorious for doing. He turns around and walks out of my room. Well, at least he didn't say anything too weird, I think to myself.

Some time passes, and I put on my cap and gown to take some pre-graduation photos with Hayden. Why? Memories, our parents say. Can't blame them though, their parents were probably the same way when they graduated. But, will there be as many tears as I think there will be? I hope not, because my mascara is not waterproof. I make sure I have everything I'll need. My small purse, phone, wallet, gum, earbuds, mini tissues, lipstick. I'm set. I zip up the gown and walk out into the living room. Mom looks up from her sudoku and gasps.

"Liebling, you look so precious!" Mom exclaims, standing up from her chair. She comes over and fixes my hair, and my cap. She smiles so big.

"Wow, you clean up nice, kid." Dad says, the first words he's spoken all day. He goes back to his newspaper, doing the crossword. Jessica looks over and claps excitedly.

"You look so cute, Cyn!" Jess exclaims.

"You sure about that, Jess? It's a literal graduation cap and gown. How is it cute?" I ask. I raise an eyebrow and wait for an answer.

"It just does. I can't wait to graduate. You think I'll fit in your gown? Oh wait, I wouldn't, I'm a little more well-"

"Jessica, can it." Dad warns. He rolls his eyes and goes back to his newspaper once again. I swear I heard him mumble something akin to 'Damn kids' in Russian, but who's to say? Jess rolls her eyes and goes back to whatever she was doing. Mom looks back over at me and smiles again.

"You ready to go take the photos?" Mom asks. I nod, and she nods in response. She gets up and grabs her purse and camera. I head out the door and hold it open for her.

"Thank you, liebling." Mom replies, as she shuts the door behind her. I start heading next door. Hopefully Hayden is ready and not deciding what kind of shirt he's going to wear underneath his gown. I told him we should match, but is he going to listen to me? Of course not. He cares more about Malcolm's opinion than anything. I go up to the door and knock.

"Come in, Cynthia! Hayden, Cynthia is here to take photos! You ready?" Mrs. Stein asks. She opens the door to see me in front of her. She smiles so big and hugs me.

"You look so adorable. You really do. It seems like just yesterday you were graduating kindergarten... and look at you now. Such a sophisticated young woman." She says, still hugging me, her perfume rubbing off onto me. Still one of the best feelings in the world. She lets go and lets me into the house. I walk in and do not see Hayden right away.

"Mrs. Stein, where's Hayden?" I ask.

"Oh, he's choosing a shirt to wear with his gown." She replies, picking up Alicia from her spot on the floor. I nod and head to Hayden's room. I knock on the door and enter his room. He looks over to see who it was, and waves. I walk in and stand in the doorway.

"So, help me pick out a shirt. The white one, the yellow one, or the Hawaiian shirt?" He holds up three shirts, comparing them against his white tank top.

"Yellow shirt." I reply, almost deadpan. Hayden tosses the white shirt back into his closet and holds up the yellow shirt and the Hawaiian shirt.

"I'll ask Malcolm." Hayden says, pulling out his phone to text Malcolm. I roll my eyes. Hayden texts Malcolm, and his phone dings quite quickly. He checks his phone, and tosses the yellow shirt into his closet.

"Let me guess, he said the Hawaiian shirt?" I ask. He nods and puts the shirt on. He then puts the gown on and zips it up. He puts the cap on and fixes his outfit.

"Alright, let's get these photos over with. Then off to actual graduation to sit and wait for our dinky pieces of paper." Hayden says, letting me out of his bedroom first, to be chivalrous. I leave first, and head to the living room. Hayden follows me, and we both wait for our moms to stop talking and reminiscing. They see us and start taking out their phones first.

"Go over here," Mom says, gesturing for us to move. Hayden and I side-step over to where she says. "Nope, nope. Over here," She points. We move. "Ach mein Gott, no, follow my finger." We finally move and she gives us the thumbs up.

"Alright, lieblings, get close to each other. Act like you love each other," She says, holding her phone up. Hayden and I get closer to each other. "Come on. I know how close you two are. Closer." Mom commands. Hayden puts a hand on my shoulder and gets closer. He whispers something funny in my ear, and I start chuckling a little.

I hear the shutter click, and the first photo is taken. Then I pull Hayden in closer and strike another pose, just as the shutter clicks again.

(these are their pre-graduation photos)

Some more time passes, and now I'm sitting in my chair, waiting for my name to be called so I can get my diploma and get dinner at Riverpoint. They're still in the Cs still, so Hayden has to wait a while as well. I glance at the program, and realize I have a long time to wait. I'm after Saoirse and Declan, but before Concerta and Octavia. Not many of us with last names beginning with S in the senior class, I see.

Pretty soon they get to the Hs, and I think Hayden is the only one.

"... Hayden Lee Hyde-Stein." The announcer says, as Hayden walks to the stage. Multiple whispers of "his middle name's Lee?" occur. Not surprised. I watch as Hayden walks across the stage and accepts his diploma. I hear "YEAH HAYDEN!" in the crowd. Five bucks it was Mrs. Stein, or my mom. There are loads of applause. Hayden starts walking back to his seat after shaking hands with what seems a million people. I think about it for a minute, and how many germs that must transfer. Not to be a germaphobe like Keiko, but yuck. I find some hand sanitizer under my chair (big thanks to the whole school system for providing that) and apply some. I wait for it to dry, and it does. Quite quickly in fact.

Even more time passes, and soon I'm going to be getting up, walking the stage to get my diploma, and then waiting for this to be over. Saoirse is called, then Declan.

"...Cynthia Jade Silver, graduating with honors." I stand up and start making my way to the stage as the crowd erupts into applause, my family and Hayden's family making all the noise. I walk onto the stage, receive my diploma, and shake hands with everyone who is on stage, the principal, superintendent, some town representative, and the mayor. I stop and pose for the forced photo of me holding my diploma and go back to my seat as they call Concerta up to the stage. I finally sit down. I open my little frame my diploma is in and smile a bit. The worst is finally over. I have persisted over the horrors. I close the frame and watch as the ceremony goes on.

Another half hour passes, and the ceremony is finally complete. The group of us students (former, I guess) all stand and chat with each other and teachers, congratulating each other. Hayden flags me down after talking to Eulalia and hugs me tight.

"I know about the bouquet," He mumbles, his voice breaking a bit. "I just wanted to come hug you for the last time."

"It's not the last time, I promise," I mumble back, holding him tight, my own voice breaking a bit as well. "don't say that, Hayden."

"Well, I mean, it's the last time we're going to hug each other as high school students." He laughs a little, not letting go of me.

"You scared me a bit," I reply, hugging Hayden tighter, acting like I'm not going to be going out to dinner with him in twenty minutes. "I thought you were going to tell me you were moving or something." Hayden and I finally let go of each other.

"If I was moving, I would've told you before today, silly." He laughs, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close.

"I know." I reply, as we walk a bit, trying to catch up with our respective families.

"You know I just suck at saying goodbye." Hayden says, still having his arm wrapped around me as we walk. I can see some tears rolling down his face, as he can probably see it on my face too.

"I know, it's hard to say goodbye. It's even harder to figure out how to say goodbye." I say, my voice breaking even more.

"Well, you'll never have to worry about that," Hayden replies. "because you and I will always be together forever. No matter how far apart we drift, our friendship will always stay strong." He pulls me closer one more time, savoring the moment. We walk to our families, and we all walk away into the sunset.

[otanatchan]

[eng] interview with Ono Yuki & Yamaguchi Tomohiro about Niki's Kitchen episode 15

please check the original article for lots of cute photos! Translation (interview portion only) below the cut:

Please share your impressions about the event.

Ono Yuki:

I really can't cook, so I was really worried about how it would go. In TsukiSta I take up more of an MC role where I focus on talking with the guests and trying to keep it entertaining overall, so this time since I get to be a guest I can do whatever I want! or something.  (lol)

So, that's why I think the one who had the most fun today was probably me. Right after filming, Tomo-kun said, "It was really fun, thank you very much," which I was glad to hear. I'd be happy if the audience had the same feeling.

Yamaguchi Tomohiro:

It was an incredible event (lol). The last release event was more about looking back on the show's episodes, but since this time was an open filming where I'd have to cook in front of an audience, 3 days before the real thing, it sank in that this would be really hard. But since the guest was Yuki-san, whom the audience knows very well, I also had a sense of reassurance.

But when I looked at Yuki-san during rehearsal I did wonder, "What is he going to be like during the real thing?" ...... and when we started, he was just like that (lol). While conversing skillfully, the way he moved the audience's heart and raised the energy in the room made me think, as expected of a veteran.

How was it to hold an event with an audience for the first time in a while?

Ono:

TsukiSta is a closed studio, and today I felt that being in front of an audience is great after all. Even though they couldn't raise their voices, I felt their enjoyment through their expressions and laughter. I was happy to spend that time together.

And the food was so delicious! I really wanted to eat everything, but with the flow of the event and the time limit.... (lol). I was really happy that the dish I helped with turned out so well. And there's the dish that Tomo-kun made for me. Everyone can enjoy both dishes at Cafe Cinnamon, so please go check them out.

What was challenging about today's filming？

Yamaguchi:

Ono Yuki (lol)! The most challenging, but also the most reliable, everything was Ono Yuki. No, honestly, I couldn't imagine how this event was going to go.... I hope that the audience enjoyed the experience of watching us live, but I realized how hard it is to do an open filming.

Nevertheless, I normally get overwhelmed with myself during filming, but today since I was so overwhelmed by my partner, there were no mistakes in the cooking. Amazing!  

Is there anything you feel you left unfinished today or any regrets？

Ono:

The fact that I couldn't eat all of the food (lol). I wanted to clean my plate......!

Yamaguchi:

The fact that the audience who came to see us weren't able to raise their voices. "Cafe Cinnamon Niki's Kitchen Start!" "Yay!" I want to do that type of call and response. Instead of just having them just watch, I'd like to give them an experience where we do something together.

Including those who are starting a new chapter of their lives, please give a message to our readers.

Ono:

If you’re starting a new life, I recommend you learn how to make this galette because it will refresh your life (lol). Also, I talked about this in the recording, but when I was starting a new chapter of my life I had a crepe party with my friends. Get together with some close friends and eat crepes, and welcome your new life by making this galette!

Yamaguchi:

I've been working in this industry since I was a student, so I've never experienced something like a career change. Of course I'm working hard with a fresh feeling every day, and to make a new start at a turning point like this, I'll try my best this year too. When I talked to some of the people who came to the venue today, they told me things like, "I've graduated school," "I'm entering the workforce," "I'm going to start a new job," and so on, and I want to work hard along with everyone.

It might be a little overkill to call it emotional support, but I hope that Niki's Kitchen brings you joy, that yummy food cheers you up, and that it gives you energy for tomorrow. I'll continue to work hard, so please keep supporting the show!

[wormsareanillusion]

HI EVERYONE SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING THIS MONTH HAS BEEN SO BUSY QUICK UPDATES:

-my art was published in a zine!!!!!

-my robotics STEMathon team i mentored won our event

-i went to a Tessa Violet concert and held hands with two friends in one week, one of who i held hands with at the concert

-when Tessa announced kitchen song as a song about being in love with your best friend i felt my heart exploding but i couldn't tell who it was about, it wasn't about the three i always talk with

-i realized the next day, at a bus stop back in my city, when an old, very very close long term friend pulls up to the bus stop bc her sister recognized me from afar and she just smiles and chats and it's lovely. we'd reconnected after a few years of not chatting much bc of pandemic in January and I'd have inklings of potentially liking her but kinda pushed them aside. I realize during the conversation how beautiful and warm and kind she is. Walking to robotics after the bus, I finally clue into my feelings.

-we'd become quite close in this time, and the time felt natural and safe. I've started getting more affectionate and stuff since clue-ing in

-this week i started getting very affectionate. i asked her to be my date to a queer prom, we slow danced to the start of WTTBP, took the silly prom pose photos at the photo booth, and then after she asked to go for ice cream and we just chatted more. She seems more affectionate too lately?

-i confessed my feelings for her this morning at 2am and waiting for her to reply back but oh my god I've known her 13 years we were childhood close friends we sang duets together we sang 1000 YEARS together it would be so cute. I love her. I'll find out soon if it's mutual.

Other Stuff

-i might be on a panel for pride month about lateral violence in the form of ableism

-finally got my EDS appointment

-applied to a summer camp, got the job!?! the camp is super queer, I'm working a queer retreat and perhaps doing drag at it

-having a CT scan for my abdominal issues that have been worsening

-the started me on a med that seems to actually help with my pain and it made me have a day my WHOLE BODY DIDNT HURT

-I'm officially graduating

-Ive organized queer events in my city, including a protest

-i'm helping organize a huge group of people to protect drag shows around my province

-ive started walking a lot

-i'm processing illness trauma

-ive stayed connected with exes mom and she wished me a happy pride and was super happy about the queer prom thing

-my ex is actually doing surprising well given everything, after a coma, survived the double lung transplant and is kicking ass the best they can

-my coworkers at summer camp are mostly younger so I've become a queer den mother type person

-my boss is a polyam drag king

-i am making a lot of art and people like it

-participated in two studies

-started ACTING IN LIKE. ACTUAL SHOWS AND FILMS

-went to a witchy night market

[rowonlgc]

heyo ~ thank u for all the warm welcomes, i'll get to those in a bit ! in the mean time, meet han rowon, signed in july 2022, dorm f. he can be your dream come true or your absolute worst nightmare .. :] if you're interested in plotting, please give this post a ♡ ; also made a twt @ dalrdalr if that's preferable ~

background.

born in sydney, australia. moved to seoul in 2015, attended int'l school then transferred to a regular high school in 2017. graduated in 2019 and worked a few odd jobs here and there before signing with legacy in 2022.

( odd jobs include compensated dating, guest appearances for clout, bag holder, dog walker, pool cleaner, etc. now he does food delivery part-time. )

parents are decent people, just overworked to support rowon's lavish lifestyle. though surprisingly, he doesn't spend the money on himself.

motivated by social gain. the more useful you are to him, the more he'll spoil you.

the notes app on his phone is filled with info he's gathered on others. mostly things like "her favorite color is yellow." he also has a hidden photo folder "for insurance" e.g., pictures of him kissing boys and smoking with girls. he doesn't care about destroying his reputation if it means taking someone down with him.

has an identical twin brother, who he doesn't talk about. twin signed with a smaller company but had to drop out after an accident that left him in a coma.

somehow, rowon has gotten a hold of his brother's journal and is now very interested in meeting everyone his brother cares about.

plot ideas.

childhood friends! friends from school! meet cutes! hookups!

a highly volatile friendship, situationship, or ex ( 21+ ) relationship.

a confidant, "i don't know where else to go but here."

your shoulder to cry on ; he's actually good with this therapy thing.

someone he met during one of his past odd jobs.

someone he frequently delivers food to, or picks up food from.

you saw his notes on you / the picture he has of you "for insurance."

you ( 21+ ) dated his twin. he's here to pick up the pieces.

a witness to his twin's accident. he will do anything to keep you quiet.

we can also brainstorm ! i'm down for most things - fluff, angst, drama, messy, unhinged, you name it. hmu anytime ♡

[gettatranslations]

Special！！！！Yumigeta Ako (23.11.28)

Good evening 🌝

I'm Yumigeta Ako 🛑

Thank you very much for your comments yesterday！

Arghー I just couldn't get to sleep early last night！！！

I told you to but I couldn't do it myself…

Well whatever、these things happen

...

Also today was our 1st day at Yokohama Arena！！！

Morning Musume。'23 Concert Tour Autumn

「Neverending Shine Show」 SPECIAL

Thank you very muchー！！！！

I felt so emotional today……

I'm so glad I got to see this scenery

I knew Yokohama Arena was big、but I was still surprised by just how huge it was。But it meant I could see wayyyyy more of your penlights！！！

So when I first stepped out on stage I was overwhelmed by all of you and your penlights and the size、but I tried to let go of that feeling

I just kept telling myself 「Don't mess up Don't mess up Don't mess up Don't mess up」。

Since we were all wearing ear monitors I knew the other members couldn't hear me〜

But thanks to that I was able to enjoy the rest of my time on stage、which I'm glad about

I mean I was still nervous though〜

Did you all have funー？？

I was also able to take part in the MC！

Looking back on this tour we've really done so muchー right〜！

I've learned a lot😊 And had lots of fun〜

So with this tour and our summer tour

There are 8 more prefectures that I've visited for the first time！

Fukuoka、Hokkaido、Ehime、Miyagi、Iwate、Kagoshima、Shimane、Hiroshima！

The sky in Fukuoka was so beautiful！It was so impressive that everyone was taking photos and videos on the busー I really remember this moment (*^^*)

And the ramen was delicious！

Then it was already snowy in Hokkaido…！

Ehime's Mikyan-chan was so cute😍

In Miyagi I came to love beef tongue

In Iwate the beautiful paddy fields warmed my heart😊

In Kagoshima we saw a beautiful rainbow before the performance✨ The sky was so huge！And the steamed fish stew bun was delicious！

In Shimane we all talked about marriage！

I had so much funー！！！！

Next time I definitely want to visit Izumo Taisha❤️‍🔥

Hiroshima is where I made my oyster debut🦪

Thank you very much for showing me the deliciousness of oysters🍋🦪

I discovered lots of new great things in lots of new places‼️

I wanna go overseas tooー！I'm sure it would be so exciting❤️‍🔥

Also the last day of our tour is finally tomorrow…

And it's the day of Fukumura-san's graduation from Morning Musume。…

I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about tomorrow、but I want to try and stay in a good place and never forget Fukumura-san's smile and the way she often praised me

So I want to be the best version of my self even better than yesterday and today ‼️

I'll do my best and power up💗

I'm so excitedー！

Everyone……

Make sure your penlights aren't dead……

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Well then it's time for today's 【Gettaa Life】✨

Today！

After the performance I ate lots of the food we'd been provided withー！！！！

So cuteー！！！！！！！！

I went straight for the donut because it was so cute、and I chose my favourite chocolate cupcake💗

Here's a question。

Is the red bit under Santa's eyes his

「Mouth」？「Nose」？

I was just really curious、

So I turned to Nonaka-san because she was next to me in the dressing room and I said

「I think it could be a mouth、but I think it's his nose that's gotten red because of the cold」

And Nonaka-san went Huhー！I don't know！！

And then she said

「But I agree with you！」、

But then I suddenly thought

Of the song「Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer」

So maybe it's actually a reindeer in a Santa hat…？？？

And as I shared my deeper thinking with Nonaka-san she said

「Why don't you ask on your blog？！」

I'm so glad she guided me

So what do you think！！！！！！！

Tell me your opinion！！！

With your reasons！！！！！！

I bet it'll be interesting、I'm so excitedー✨

I Getted 「A strange donut」✨

If it's his nose does that mean his mouth is hidden in his beard…？

(´・д・｀)

That's all！This has been 【Gettaa Life】！

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T/N News and information has not been translated

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1 day

Until our tour finale！

(っ ॑꒳ ॑c)exciting

Well then I'll see you tomorrow！

This has been YumiGettaa Ako！Good night🐶🐶🐶

[dragbunart]

How would Kaede react to Natsumi picking on a random classmate and telling them to kill them selves, because they are more talented than she is? I’m basing Natsumi on her game counterpart where made death threats to her classmates because she’s jealous of them.

Look Kaede loves her sister, but her least favorite trait of Natsumi's is her bullying.

So if she were to catch her sister telling ANY of them to kill themselves it would start with a stern talking to. If she caught her doing it again it would escalate into 'I know too much dirt on you for you to be doing this'. Three times the charm and she'd have to face the wrath of Kaede.

Natsumi: You should go Die Koizumi.

Kaede: >:( Natsu!

Natsumi: I'm much more- OW! Don't pinch me!

Second time

Natsumi: What kind of talent is Child Care Giving? Maki: What kind of talent is being a lil sister. It's not like you did anything.

Natsumi: I'm going to-

Kaede: Finish that sentence and I'll tell mom what exactly happened to her Kimono. >:(

Natsumi: *forcing a smile* I admire that your talent is Unique, even though you can't really use it here. Maki: ... If it weren't for the laws of this land, nad the fact you're my best friend's sister you'd be dead right now. Kaede: ... Maki... Go before I tell your Space Himbo you're being unfriendly again. Third time

Natusmi: You should really just go jump of a cliff you useless piece of-

Komeda: Bold words coming from someone with no talent! I'm curious, as an only child, how does it make you feel to be the only talentless sibling? Do you make a good stepping stone.

Natsumi: *going to grab a weapon* Your luck is about to ru-

Kaede: Komeda go. Now!

Komeda: Of course, I don't deserve to be in the same area as such talent.

Kaede: Natsumi! Natsumi: Fuck... Kaede, Twinsie, he started it!

Kaede: You have 1 day to apologize to everyone you've threatened since school started, and I will be keeping tabs on it. And if I hear you threaten one more person or told them to harm themselves I will make your life a living Hell until we Graduate.

Natsumi: ... I...I don't... Believe you?

Kaede: You know what I'm capable of... I'm surprised you even went this far knowing just how much I know about you and your secrets. I will expose you in front of the Entire Kuzuryu Clan.

Natsumi: ...

Kaede: Every time you overspent on your credit cards and blamed it on someone else. Every single expensive decor piece you broke or ruined. Every time you 'borrowed' one of moms things without asking. And I'll show everyone those embarrassing photo's from elementary school of us.

Natsumi: THat's self sabatoge idiot.

Kaede: The difference is I have a good reputation and it will be seen as quirky and cute. You and the other hand? Will live in a constant cycle of people reminding you of it because of how embarrassing and cringy it was.

Natsumi: ... I'll tell Fuyuhiko that you're trying to blackmail me! And he thinks your better than this!

Kaede: I'm not afraid to prove him wrong.

Natsumi: I'll tell dad your fucking a detective!

Kaede: So? Not like he can do anything.

Natsumi: ... It's going to take more than a day.

Kaede: Fine... You have 2.

Natsumi: ... I'm almost impressed. You almost sounded like me when I want my way

Kaede: You pick up a few things here and there.

[geeksauruse]

Hello. Can I request a BNHA match up for me please ?

My name is Gabriela, I'm 16 years old girl from Slovakia 🇸🇰, Libra, I'm 6'8 ( 185 cm) and my birthday is on October 4. My HP faculty is Ravenclaw. I'm an only child.

I am half Russian and half Slovak. These languages are my native languages and I have a Russian accent since childhood. To others, my accent is adorable, huuge turn on or very attractive.

I have brown-green eyes, dirty blonde hair to my shoulders, I'm tall and slim and I have cute little freckles all across my cheeks and nose. I wear black glasses cause I'm short-sighted. Yep, I'm a nerd 🤓

My personality type is ENFP. I'm introvert, shy, quiet, very artsy and reserved, I blusb so easily and I am very passionate about things I love. I'm honest, badass, hotheaded and very sassy. I curse a lot. Oh Well.

My hobbies are : drawing, reading, pet my cats, studying, working out, playing basketball, singing, dancing, playing on my guitar and piano and knitting.

I love libraries and cafe places.

I draw every day. It's my biggest passion. I love when my guy best friend will come over and we just dance and have fun. He is one of the people that can bring me from my shell.

When you see me for the first time, only one single thought will come through your head : art hoe. Yep, that's me. You always see me with a oencil in my head and with ideas and my sketch book or just reading my fav books.

I'm a couch potato. I have a little couch in my bedroom.

My style: I love to wear Dark clothes, chokers. I wear a lot of rings but my fav and precious one is from my mom : a single heart. So cute 🥺🥺❤️. I wear it always. 24/7. I love to wear my hair up in a bun on top of my head with my headband.

I love to sing in night clubs. I play basketball and ping Pong

I'm allergic to strawberries and sunlight. I can go out during the day but I need to be in shadow. It's not a fun, especially when my head will start to spin. But I can manage just for school. I love rainy days. I have white skin and fangs. People are calling me freak. Damn.

I love to listen to music while I'm in a bus, on my way to school. I have my headphones always with me. Sometimes I sketch while I am in bus, but I prefer to watch through window and chill. It helps me to clear my thoughts.

I am a huuge coffee addict. My fav is cappuccino; a classic one, hazelnut, chocolate and vanilla. Love it!!

My fav song is Confident by Demi Lovato. I listen to pop, rock, rap, rock and roll and Russian music.

I'm at Hotel Academy High school. My grades are high, I may not be a popular one bit be a friend with me and you will surely graduate. Maybe I'm not the life of the party, can't rock on the dance floor till I'm out but I will make everything to make you feel welcome and accepted. I suck at math tho. My fav subjects are food Science, English and cooking class.

I love to cook and bake. It's fun!

I have lots of breakdows tho. It's okay.

That's All. Thank you so much for doing this for me. I'm really grateful for that. See ya ❤️. Have a good day or night!!

i am in between Mina and bakugou

but i chose bakugou for you!

Like most people he did not like you, at all at first

Since to him everyone is an extra bellow him

And then one day after a training session he saw you in a park sketching a lovely photo of scenery, almost exactly like the one in front of you.

 He couldn't help himself but to sit down right next to you and no matter your protest and blushing face sat next to you, avoiding your comebacks with a simple “keep drawing.”

As cool as your art skills were, he was far more impressed after seeing you were a vampire  and seeing the power it left you in during training. 

For someone so introverted and shy you did fight well against mina.

One day he heard your training playlist and he found himself humming along to it.

Because he liked the same one too, and it was he favorit.

When moving into the dorms and touring them, he got a whiff of that chocolate peanut butter cake you were baking and man was using all his self restraint not to beg for some.

Cause it smelled really good

Like REALLY good 

Dude was salivating, he felt like he had never ate cake before

He lost all control and stormed up to you with a glare, not looking you in the eye,and asked for a piece.

He liked you more after you let him eat the rest of it(dude fucking demolished that thing im not kidding)

Sooner or later, you started to hang out with the brute

And turns out, he's less of a brute and kinda a softy

But little did you know it was only for you did he act this way

 Only you gotta eat half his lunch, or talk about feelings, or how he wanted to be the best of the best

And he loved to talk to you about all your likes! 

art , movies, anything 

He liked it when you stand up for yourself, your one hundred present the biggest badass there(aside from him because that's how he works)

A relationship with this man would include an ungodly amount of making out and even worse he loves to give you cuddles often:)

This man will treat your RIGHT

Flowers on dates, pull out the chair, and open the car door( this don't mean he would go easy on you in training :,))

He legit brings you to meet his family, and his mom loves you more than he does at this point.

She keeps asking”when will she be my daughter in law?” or “ when's the wedding, i won't be around for another hundred years young man.”

[theloveoftoms]

Loosing Control - maverick x reader (top gun)

Summary: After loosing control of your f-14, and feeling like you don't belong at top gun, your husband maverick is there to turn your night around!

This fic came from the request I received from @tinfoilhat2719. Their request had said, "Hi! Can I request a fic for maverick from top gun? So reader and maverick are married and the only person who knows is goose. Reader is a very good pilot who’s also participating in the top gun program and is the only female there. One day she almost loses control of the plane and things almost take a horrible turn. She takes it really badly and starts to doubt herself saying that she doesn’t belong there and doesn’t deserve to be part of the program, so maverick reassures her that she is a good pilot and that she deserves to be there just as much as the rest of them, something cute that shows how much he loves her."

A/N: HELLO everyone, I saw this request that I got this morning, and I had such a fun time writing it! Keep the requests coming, I love writing in response to a prompt, and I'll try and work at them soon! I ran (but mostly walked lol) 3k this morning and then made a salad for lunch and had tons of fun writing today! I'm getting back into the groove of things :) I couldn't think of a name for this at first so I was just going to call it 'husband.' I hope you have a great day/night/whatever time of day it is for you. And thank you so much for reading my stories, it means the world to me! xoxo - Mac :)

*also, the readers callsign in glacier, their rio is rogue, their plane is called bravo, and the instructor/bogey is callsign bandit. cheers!

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"I can't believe you're married mav," goose said, pinching his nose, "Out of all people, you! You're married!"

Maverick laughed, sliding his arm around your waist, "When you meet the one," he begun, pausing to look at you, "You just know."

You smiled, brushing a piece of maverick's brown hair behind his ear, gazing lovingly into his oceanic green eyes.

"When did you guys get married anyways? God, don't tell me you went to Vegas and got Elvis to do it?"

"No!" you exclaimed laughing, "It wasn't Elvis!"

Maverick smirked, "we went up to Los Angeles for the weekend and got married at city hall, it was short and sweet."

Your wedding was quick, the service lasting no longer than 20 minutes, maverick in his pristine white navy uniform, his jacket bearing his name, and as for you, you were in a silk maxi dress that you had bot at a boutique downtown with a pair of nude heels. A woman in a pant suit helped the two of you sign the papers, and even took your photo with the bouquet of pink tulips that maverick had surprised you with on the morning of.

Maverick and you had met many years ago, back at base camp where you both were learning how to fly f-14's for the first time. Maverick and you had met in the class room, the two of you working together on a project that helped show the instructor each of you we're ready to get into the cockpit. You fell in love with maverick's rebellious ways and flattery. The two of you would sneak out together after curfew and hit up all of the rest pubs in the area, drinking and dancing, and getting to know one another.

After graduating, the two of you got shipped off to different sides of the world. Maverick was working aboard an aircraft carrier in the Indian Ocean and you were off working at NAS north island, flying and performing work both on the ground and in the sky. Long distance was tough, but the two of you tried to keep in contact as best you could, but most of the time, both you and maverick were drawn away from the telephone with such busy schedules.

Only fate would allow you and maverick to reconnect a few years later at top gun. Now that the two of you were back together again and seeing each other on a regular basis, you decided maverick was it for you, he was the only person you ever wanted to be with. So, when one night, the two of you were out during the sunset, walking along the shore, and maverick asked, with an antique ring that used to belong to his mother, kneeling on the sand, telling you how beautiful you were and how lucky he was to have you back in his life again. "All I want in life is to be with you," he had said, "Will you marry me?" And of course you said yes.

Goose shook his head, patting maverick on the shoulder, "Congrats mav. And you too Glacier. You guys are both so cocky and bold I'm surprised mav didn't pop the question the second he saw you back here."

Maverick shook his head, rolling his eyes at goose.

"So is there going to be a party or anything? I better let Carole know, she's not going to believe it."

Silence cast over the room, "Goose," maverick said dryly, "You can't tell anyone about me and y/n just yet."

"Yeah," you said, taking over the conversation, "You know how the commanders felt about the two of us dating, could you imagine what they would say if they found out we were married?"

Goose nodded, "Alright. But man mav, you missed what could have been one hell of a bachelor party."

Maverick laughed, "I could only imagine!"

...

"Bravo is ready for takeoff," you said proudly through my headset to the tower, taking a quick glance back to my RIO, with callsign Rogue, who's given you the thumbs up.

"Permission to taxi Bravo," replied the man from the tower, his voice loud and scratchy on the radio, playing sternly through the ears of your helmet.

Under your command, your aircraft was beginning its trip to the runway, when out of the corner of your eye you noticed maverick ascending the steps into his aircraft, goose following from behind.

"Have a good flight Glacier," maverick said, giving you the thumbs up from his spot in his aircraft.

"Thanks Maverick," you said, the wheels of your aircraft just rolling onto the runway, "See you in the skies."

"God, you two are insufferable," Rogue has said to you with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, "We try to be, Rogue."

With you in command, your plane began to jet forward, sending you swiftly into the air. The sudden acceleration made for in increase of g's, sending you flat back into your seat. You've been flying for abut five years now, and the gravitational-force of the plane taking off into the sky still sent you gasping for breath, although now, you knew how to handle it. You had built up an immunity to the g's, but that first one during each flight, drawing you straight back into your seat, still surprised you from time to time.

A rush of adrenaline was sent flying through your body as your plane made a rapid climb into the clouds, pulsing through into the clear skies ahead. You loved the way that flying made you feel, ever since you were a kid and you took your first ride in an airplane. You loved being able to look down on the world from your place high in the sky and soar above it all. It had been a tough journey to become a naval aviator, but it was all worth it when you could spend your days flying freely in the sky.

You were one of the few females on the base, but the only one enrolled in the top gun program. While other women worked as sailors, and instructors, and nurses, you were the only female top gun pilot. You had to work twice as hard to be taken seriously in your industry, and three times as hard to even receive an invitation to top gun.

The first day you drove on base, listening to uplifting rock songs on the radio, you felt that you were where you had always belonged. Finally, you could be up against other skilled pilots and you would also be improving your own flight tactics, strengthening your skills to become even better than you had been before.

You coasted the jet above the ocean, and with the help of Rogue's navigating, slowed your speed until the others met up with you over the hills along the sea.

Maverick and goose were performing a different exercise, so today it would be iceman and slider working with you and rogue to take down the bogey.

Iceman pulled up beside you and greeted you with a hand signal, a common one, signalling his readiness for the exercise.

"Lets work as a team and take this guy down," you said.

"Copy Bravo," he replied.

The two of you carried on ahead at a suitable speed, one fast enough to get out of dodge when the bogey would reveal himself, but slow enough to be able to look around for said competitor.

All of a sudden, the rush of a jet flew overhead, making your aircraft go unsteady, "Rogue," you called out, "Where's he headed?"

"Bogey is heading northeast at 480 knots, bring it up to 480 Glacier," Rogue said, clipping his breathing device on to better engage.

"Bringing her up. Iceman do you copy?"

"Affirmative Bravo. Taking the lead."

Fuck. There he goes again, trying to take over.

Men can be a nuisance sometimes, especially when they try to tell you that you're not good at what you do, or that you're un-suited for the role of a pilot strictly because you're a female. Iceman is a great guy, cocky as hell, but sometimes, I can tell that he would rather be in the lead instead of let a woman be in command.

"Copy ice," you replied, slightly defeated.

"Hey ice," rogue spoke up from the back, "Remember this is a joint mission. Both you and Glacier are in command. Work as a team."

A smile ran across your face as you quickly popped your mask off, "Thanks Rogue."

At the end of the day, its good to know your RIO has your back. At first, you were actually sort of nervous to be assigned a new RIO. You never know how the person flying with you will tolerate you or your flying techniques, but after some collaboration and understanding, Rogue and you turned out to make quite the team.

"Copy Rogue. En route to the bogey," iceman said clearly through the radio.

So, you let iceman take the lead, and you followed from behind, assisting the best you could.

"Increasing speed to 485, "Iceman said, realizing the bogey was increasing speed at a pace that was quicker than usual.

You followed suit, increasing your speed, keeping your eye on the instructors plane, keeping a safe distance between iceman, who has finally began to speed up and close in.

"What are you waiting for iceman?" You said over the radio, "Time is not our friend here."

"Cornering up," Iceman said, "I've got missile lock on him."

In front, you watched as Bandit took a steep dive towards the earth, the nose of his plane nearly vertical, avoiding the missile lock from your partner.

"Shit!" Iceman called out, rapidly changing the course of his flight pattern to chase after bandit.

"I've got you from the back ice, you are clear to close in," you spoke, catching your breath as your aircraft took a dive below.

"Too close for missiles, switching to guns," ice said, when all of a sudden, bandit made a straight climb at a gradual level, bringing his plane back up, higher than before.

"Fuck, not again!" Iceman said.

He had missed yet another shot. It was your turn to lead.

"Permission to lead iceman?" you asked, already preparing yourself to feel the rush of gravity sending you flat into your seat.

"Granted Bravo. Take the lead."

So, in an instant, you sent your jet flying vertical after bandit, how badly you wanted to catch up to him and be able to take the shot that would win you the exercise.

"Permission to increase speed if needed Glacier," Rogue said from the back seat, "he's going nearly vertical now."

Following the advice of your RIO, you increased the speed to 492 knots, which made you feel the power of your jet even more, the g's sending you back into your seat, your eyes struggling to keep open, your lungs struggling to breathe. But you needed to take a shot, so you used all concentration you had left and did your best to put missile lock on bandit.

Just as your eyes sloped shut, you saw the green box turn red, you had got missile lock on bandit, and then, as the sound in your ears started to ring and sound foreign, the colour running from your eyes, everything going spotty and white then black, you fell back into your seat, unaware of anything.

"Glacier!" Rogue called from the back seat, "GLACIER," he called agin loudly, "Shit, guys," he said into the microphone, "Glacier's out!"

Panic filled Rogue's voice and Iceman who was screaming your name through the radio, "Glacier is in trouble!" he said to bandit.

As you lay there, fully blacked out, your aircraft began to plummet towards the earth. Falling fast, the altitude decreasing rapidly without any pity.

"Glacier," Rogue called you again, "Altitude 9000, 8000. Wake up!"

"Do something bandit! They're going to crash!" Slider said over the radio.

"Ice, slider, stay back, I'm going to put missile lock on, we'll see if that can wake her up," bandit said over the radio, maneuvering his aircraft near yours, putting missile lock on your plane.

An earsplitting buzz filled the plane, and Rogue continued shouting your name, eager to wake you up. "Altitude 7000. 6000," he shouted, "5000, 4000!"

As he called out 3000, your eyes began to flit open, slowly and groggily. At first you couldn't hear a thing, but the screams of your RIO and the buzz of missile lock filled the air around you. Your eyes fully opened to see the ground approaching quicker than expected. "Holy Shit!"

Your plane was spilling out of control, it was up to you to regain it.

"She's re-engaging sir," Rogue called out.

Thinking quick, you fought the g's and brought your hands to the controls, pulling up into a flat flight pattern, gaining control of the aircraft. "Oh my god," you gasped, out of breath, scared shitless of what just happened.

"That's enough for today, let's head back to the base. All good to fly Bravo?" asked bandit.

You wiped the sweat on your forehead with the back of your palm, what the hell just happened?, "Affirmative bandit."

...

Once you had landed on the base, and parked your jet with precision, completing the uniformly straight row, you hopped out of our plane and scrambled down the flight of stairs quicker than you ever had before. You were upset, god how embarrassing was it to black out and nearly crash the jet.

"Lieutenant y/l/n!" Bandit called out, noticing you were already half way to the main building, "Wait up."

You waited for a couple seconds, nervously pacing back and forth, clutching your navy helmet in your hand, your face red and blotchy. "Sir," you greeted him "What is it?" you asked, when he finally caught up to you.

"I just wanted to say that wasn't your fault," he said stiffly, taking of his own helmet, "these things happen sometimes."

You nodded, god how you didn't want to be lectured by your instructor, not to mention the one who had been the most rigid about your flying and your personal choices involving maverick.

"Go take a shower and then just relax in your unit for a while. There is no need for you to finish the lesson today," the older man said firmly, "Take it easy."

Is he telling me to go home? God, no, I worked so hard to get here, I can't go back!

"Then we'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning."

Looking like a deer caught in the headlights, you shook your head laxly and replied with a very faint, very dry, "yes, sir."

On the walk back home, your thoughts filled your head with undesirable scenarios. Your a shit pilot. If you belonged here, you wouldn't have blacked out like that. the second you got to your apartment, a quaint condo just on the edge of the row of base housing that was overlooking the ocean, you threw off your flight suit, throwing your helmet to the floor and crawled into the shower, where you let the misty water run cooly over your head, filling your ears until all you could hear was the silence of the water, drowning out your unwanted thoughts.

You turned off the creaky faucet, and wrapped yourself in one of your white fluffy towels. Your hair was still very wet, and the water droplets trapped in your damp waves were slowly running down your back, trickling down your spine. You dried yourself the best you could with your bath towel, the fan on the ceiling in your bedroom helping you speed up the process, but making you chilled in the effort.

Still in a towel, you slumped down on your bed, staring endlessly on the ceiling, the same troubled thoughts filling your head like radio static. You were filled with regret and were left feeling like you didn't belong because of your mistake. how could I have been so stupid, you thought as you got dressed in a pair of black workout shirts and your top gun tee, which as soon as you had put it on, you wished you had grabbed something else.

why am I even here? its not like I deserve it after that mistake.

god all of the guys must think im an idiot. Rogue will probably never want to fly with me again.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. You didn't really want to see anyone right about now, but you thought you would at least go see who it was. You looked through the lookhole to find your husband, maverick standing there with a bouquet of tulips in his hand.

He knocked again, "I know you're in there y/n."

You collected your damp hair in your hand and brushed it behind your shoulder and then opened the door to find maverick there with a somber smile. "Hey," he said, "Can I come in?"

"Were married Pete," you said, "Of course you can come in."

He followed you into the kitchen and stood across from you as you relaxed into one of the two bar stools, setting his rose-tined flowers down on the counter. "I heard about what happened."

You looked away and didn't say anything, a common trait of yours was silence when you were upset, and not speaking for too long left you feeling numb.

"It can be scary when you loose sense of things up there," he said gently, taking your hand in his, caressing your thumb gently between his fingers. "Its happened to me before, and when I heard you black out on the radio, it was scary for me."

You looked at maverick sorrily, "mav. I don't want to talk about it right now. I don't want to think about such a bad pilot I am."

maverick signed, sitting down beside you, "Glacier," he begun, "Whatever you're thinking, whatever crap you're telling yourself, its not true."

You put your head in your hands, slumping over the counter, "Maybe I don't belong here?" you asked, "Maybe im not cut out to be at top gun. Maybe I should work a 9-5? be a secretary or something?"

Maverick shook his head, putting a hand on your back, rubbing in circular motions, "What do you say we go for a walk?" he asked, switching the path of the conversation.

You sat straighter, looking up at your husband, his green eyes, like stars in the night, gazing into yours lovingly. "Sure," you began, "But I'm going to need your jacket."

Maverick smirked, shrugging off his aviation jacket, one nearly identical to yours, but bigger and more comfortable. His bicep and pectoral muscles flexing in the act.

Maverick's jacket was warm and fresh up against your skin, and it had the pleasant woodsy sandalwood scent that belonged to your husband. It was a bit big on you, but that's what made it the most comfortable jacket you had access to.

You grabbed your aviators and keys and locked up, your hand intertwined with mavericks as you begun your walk.

You waked through the neighbourhood of houses, past the grocery outlet and the park until you reached the ocean. The sun was beginning its descent for the night, and the base was written in shades of tangerine and marigold.

"Want to sit down?" you asked maverick, "we could watch the sunset?"

Maverick looked around, down the beach to where Antonio's, the local bar was, "actually," he said, "I have something better in mind."

You followed maverick down the sand into Antonio's to find your classmates all standing around the main table which had some fries and other restaurant snacks on it. Each one of your classmates with a beer in their hands and a lax grin written across their faces, the same grin, each in a different font.

"Surprise!" they said, loud enough to excite you, but soft enough not to disturb the ambience of the bar.

You looked to maverick, who had a big grin written across his face.

"Maverick!" you said, "What is all of this?"

Goose stepped forward, "We all heard about what happened, and we thought that a recovery that quick from a blackout deserved a celebration!"

"And since I know that you mind tends to wander to the worst," maverick said, giving you a nudge with his elbow, "I suggested that the guys get something set up for you."

You pulled maverick into a hug, pressing your face against his, "thanks mav."

"You mean a lot to all of us," goose begun, "and your always there to help us out, both in the classroom and the air."

"You are a pretty great wingman," iceman said, "or would it be, wingwoman?" he laughed.

You rolled your eyes, "thanks guys." And you looked to your husband, who somehow had the time to set all of this up, "Thank you mav."

[liz-allyn]

Feeling greedy for your talents 📸 —v 🌻 mwah!

Oooh, thank you, Spicy @spidervee. You know what I'm greedy for? This beautiful AG right here.

Look at that baby face! Also wtf is he doing in this photo shoot? And who cares—look at his ARMS.

The more I stare at this picture, the more it becomes a different thing. It gets more complex with time. Like, it starts off as soft, innocent Peter Parker, but then there's something just slightly sinister in that look? So I'm gonna call this Workplace Rival!Peter.

enemies to lovers and something else sorta dark and nasty if you stare too hard at it, under the cut. go away if you're under 18 or you're too young to remember Phil of the Future on the Disney Channel.

Every war begins when one side fires a shot. In the case of the battle between you and Peter Parker, he’d admit that he’d taken the first one. It wasn’t his intention, but he struck a nerve.

It was during a staff meeting at The Daily Bugle. Since finally getting the staff photographer job, this was one more scheduled task that Peter had to juggle. 

On that fateful morning, he’d rushed into the meeting already in progress, ducking into the back and hoping to avoid J.J’s steel gaze. They were discussing what was going to be in Sunday’s issue. There was more room for feature stories and hot-topic debates. The juicier, the better. (And more profitable, since J.J. was pleased to put them behind a digital paywall).

That’s when Peter heard you chime in. “I’m interviewing Spider-Man,” you announced, to pen drops and quiet gasps in the pit. 

You—the cute little thing—bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, recently graduated top of your class at ESU’s journalism school. First tasked by Jonah to write an editorial calling for Spider-Man’s immediate arrest and for the public to stop coddling him. You huffed with disappointment at your assignment but still wrote a grand slam article. You pointed out the hypocrisy of local politicians who turn a blind eye to Spider-Man’s illegal vigilantism but refuse to decriminalize marijuana. Spider-Man gets a free pass while the police continue to sweep through impoverished neighborhoods and single-out minority populations as if they were hunting Jack the Ripper.

You.

You made a valid point. 

And just like that, you were the newest writer for The Daily Bugle. 

“Spider-Man’s Public Enemy Number One” Jonah proudly called you. 

You kept on writing the same anti-Spider-Man bullshit. It started to get a little far-fetched. 

No, Spider-Man was not secretly on the police’s payroll (unfortunately).

No, Spider-Man did not take kickbacks from the Mayor (he just doesn’t have enough evidence gathered yet to bring him down.)

No, Spider-Man does not torture chickens (that was a fucking accident and a misunderstanding and Peter would appreciate it if Mr. Cluck’s Chicken Shack would stop appropriating his IP in their ads to sell chicken sandwiches).

Jonah asked, and you delivered. 

Peter felt sorry for you, honestly. It must be hard being smart, and feisty, and adorable, and elbowing your way past senior writers to the front page. Despite how annoying it was to hear your articles constantly quoted on morning news talk shows. He felt genuinely sorry.

Until you turned out to be a little liar.

“Interview?” Another writer scoffed in disbelief. “With Spider-Man?”

Everyone turned to you, stunned. Waiting. As did Peter.

“Of course,” you stated with resolve.

Jonah’s face was lit up like a Christmas tree. Peter’s brain was melting. “Trash Sunday’s front page! Wait—when do you have this interview?”

“Um,” you replied, with the slightest bit of hesitation, “Friday night.”

“Trash Saturday’s front page!”

“Spider-Man wouldn’t interview you,” Peter blurted out. It was like a record screeching to a halt. All eyes turned to Peter, including yours. Burning with anger.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you sneered.

It was a standoff. Peter immediately regretted opening his mouth. But it was done. “Well, y’know… I know the guy, and—”

You bit off. “You take pictures of him for money.”

“Well, yeah, but I’m… I’m also sorta—I know ‘em pretty well by now, and—”

“Are you his personal assistant, too?” you coldly replied. “Do you manage his appointments? Do you sync calendars, pick up his suit from the cleaners, and get him soy lattes?”

“Uh… I…” Peter didn’t know how to respond to that. Except that he was an almond milk kind of guy. He decided against adding that.

“Don’t worry about my leads,” you said, ending the conversation. The public part, anyway.

It was after the meeting when you dragged him into an empty cubicle and whispered a threat through gritted teeth. “Don’t you ever call me out like that in front of our colleagues again, do you hear me?”

“I’m just surprised, s’all,” Peter defended, keeping his voice low. “He always told me he’s weird around reporters. Considering how much shit you give ‘em, I’d think you’d be the last person he’d wanna talk to.”

“I disagree,” you shot back. “I think he’d welcome the discourse. Unless he’s a coward.”

His eyes flashed angrily. “Look, I know you’d love to build your whole career on his back,” he sneered, “you should reconsider your occupation if you have to lie about it.”

Your face turned red. “A liar? Really?”

“Yeah, s’what I said. I call ’fake news.’”

“That’s rich coming from you, Parker.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, considering that you’ve been getting paid by the Bugle to lie about your photos for years!”

His heart skipped a beat. Suddenly wary. “Wha-what are you talkin’ about?”

“I checked the metadata on the last images you sent,” you sneered. “That bank robbery on Columbus? There’s no way that you could’ve taken those photos from the ground, with those settings, milliseconds apart. That means only one thing.”

Peter’s eyes went wide.

“Spider-Man took those photos of himself, and for some reason, he’s letting you take all the credit!”

Peter swallowed thickly to silence his sigh of relief.

“I bet it’s not so bad getting cash for your little charade!” You shoved your finger into his shoulder. “Must make you so popular with the ladies, being ‘friends with Spider-Man.’”

The lump in his throat bobbed. But that was all the evidence that you needed to know that you’d struck a nerve.

You glared at him. “How about this? Stay out of my way, Parker. And your secret’s safe with me.” You marched off, leaving a burning trail in your wake.

And that’s how the war escalated. That’s when his rivalry became an obsession. You were checking his metadata? (He can’t believe he forgot to wipe it on export.) Are you insane? What are you, a stalker?

Two could play at that game.

By Friday, you were visibly stressed, although you were an expert at not showing it. Peter could hear it in your heart from across the room.

By contrast, he was as relaxed as he’d ever been. Maybe a little excited, even. 

Peter heard a lot of things around the office. Gossip. Rumors. Too much personal information. 

Once he’d heard Ned talking about the details of the Bugle’s IT security and filtering system. Of course, Jonah would trust the cybersecurity of one of the most controversial publications in country... to one guy, in a chair. When asked directly, Ned filled Peter’s ear with tons of information about how the system worked and could monitor any computer connected to the wifi. All you needed was the IP address.

With this valuable information, Peter learned three things.

One. You were lying about having an interview with Spider-Man. He wasn’t exactly sure how you were going to get out of that one without throwing yourself off the Brooklyn Bridge. But Peter did see the email in your inbox about Jonah finally letting you take on different stories in addition to writing about Spider-Man, if you delivered a sold-out edition. 

The motive, he could understand. 

Two. Using the Bugle’s internet safety system (and Ned’s borrowed login), he was able to read your every keystroke. He could watch you through the webcam. He could even take control of your computer. Peter felt like a kid watching you freak out as the cursor on your screen started moving of its own accord as you typed in the middle of a paragraph. Your cursor pulled up a note, and the blinking line typed out a message to you.

TONIGHT. 11:30 PM. COME ALONE. 

- YOUR FRIENDLY, NEIGHBORHOOD PUBLIC ENEMY, SPIDER-MAN

Your face was priceless. You jumped up out of your chair and started looking left and right, with no idea that the messenger wasn’t even in the room.  

The message on screen vanished, and a set of numbers appeared instead. Coordinates. You grabbed a sticky note and started scribbling frantically. Once he was satisfied that you had them down, the note was deleted and you had control of your computer again. 

Peter knew you were smart, but you were also unable to turn down a challenge. You wanted to be a writer—a good one, and you’d do anything to be taken seriously. At least that’s what you’d say when you’d text that boring guy you were dating—Peter could figure out your phone’s IP address too. He was pretty sure that it wasn’t going to last long between you and boring man. And that led him to his third discovery.

Three. You were a great writer. 

At 11:00 PM, you were pacing a construction site anxiously. You checked the coordinates again and again, but they led you to an unfinished development of skyrise condominiums. The skeleton of the building soared into the sky at least 60 stories. A building without walls, the framework left exposed to high winds.

You thought this had to be a joke. You were seconds from turning back and going home when on your third lap around the block, you noticed the lock which secured the gate was broken. The gate swayed in the wind, chain ripped apart and discarded on the ground. On the gate was a lined sheet of paper with scribbled handwriting. 

47TH FLOOR.

The note was fixed to the gate by webs. 

A chill went down your spine. He wanted you to go up the elevator to the 47th floor. Of a building that hadn't been built yet. You stood at the cracked-open gate, bouncing on your toes, weighing your ambition versus your fear of heights. You bit your lip and tip-toed inside.

On your way up the lift, you prayed that 47 was one of the floors that was finished. It wasn’t. And once you timidly stepped out of the elevator shaft, you spotted the masked, red-and-blue figure leaning carelessly across a steel beam. 

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Spider-Man in the flesh, with arms pillowing his head, and nothing else but air beneath him and the unforgiving ground. You stopped in your tracks.

“I honestly wasn’t sure if you’d go through with it,” he greeted you casually. “I was worried. I’d hate to miss an opportunity to meet my favorite writer.” 

There was a slight chill in his tone. He could hear the way you gulped, probably realizing just how stupid this idea was. 

“Don’t worry, love,” he sat up straight and came to a stand on the beam. With a leap, he forward-flipped onto the exposed subflooring, landing with a thud. “I’m not planning on throwing you off the building,” he jested. “It would look a little suspicious.”

Your shoulders released some tension, but only a bit. “You... how...? How did you....?”

“Not so good with words now, are ya?” Spider-Man replied, sauntering closer to you. You were separated by the empty floorspace, but your feet were plastered to the ground by fear. “Heard you had a big interview with Spider-Man tonight. Hope you don’t mind if I join?”

You stared at him with wide eyes. “I... I’m... I didn’t...” You gulped again. “I-I tried to find you. I even looked through old photos at the Bugle for hours, trying to look for any clue—”

“So, if I didn’t show, you were just gonna... make the rest up?” He crossed his arms, leaning his weight on one hip.

“I-I’m sorry,” you blushed, genuinely. “I would’ve... I would’ve been nice. Respectful. Um, I wouldn’t have written anything, uh...” A breeze threatened to blow you over, and you caught yourself on a support beam. Squeezing your eyes shut, you continued with a tone of attrition. “I just— I-I didn’t think I’d get to actually meet you.”

Your hands were shaking. He remained a statue, gazing you with that expressionless mask. “No harm, no foul.” You watched him stroll to a stack of plywood as he hopped up on it to sit. “So let’s do this. I know you’ve got burning questions.”

You blinked in confusion, as if you’d forgotten what you were there to do. In a daze, you reached into your bag, pulling out a recorder. One that Spider-Man snapped out of your grasp with a line of webbing. You watched it crumple like an empty can as he crushed it mercilessly in his palm.

“Off the record,” he stated, unphased by the vandalism of your property. The recorder clattered to the floor and your eyes followed it down. “If it’s no difference to you, I already know what you’re going to ask.”

You glanced up at him, puzzled. He lifted a gloved hand and began counting on his long fingers. 

“Early 30s... Leo... Bi, and... honestly, it depends? I like being able to look into your eyes, that raw connection, y’know? But there’s something about doggy style that just... does it for me.” 

Your brow furrowed, face heating up. 

He pointed directly at you, “You nailed one thing, though. I’m definitely a giver. And I’m proud of that. Although I never necessarily came while eating someone out before.” Your jaw fell open as he tilted his head playfully, a lighthearted smirk in his voice. “Not yet, at least. Now. Do you want to take off your clothes, or should I just rip them off with my ‘rigid, gloved hands’?”

Your heart skipped for so long, he was certain that you died in that moment. Luckily, you roared back to life, a stuttering, babbling, frenetic ball of confusion.

“Oh, I’m sorry, which publication is this for?” he said with a chuckle. You were dumbstruck, unable to form words. “This is for your Spider-Man blog, right?”

In that moment, you did die. Every muscle in your body seized. Your breath caught in your throat. The horror on your face was absolutely delicious.

Peter knew that you were a much better writer than anyone gave you credit for. He’d spent the week monitoring your keystrokes and tracking your URLs. Ned told him that the system is designed only to catch obviously problematic URLs, and even then he only chooses to investigate half of them.

“Like, if you’re looking at PornTube from your work computer, obviously—that’s stupid and you’re gonna get caught. It’s the other sites, that are less obvious that, honestly sometimes it’s better just to let it slide. It becomes a whole thing,” Ned explained. “Because then, I’m having to go through Dennis from Accounting’s whole computer history for like, a year... make copies of his hard drive... figure out why he keeps typing the words ‘foot,’ ‘feet,’ ‘toe,’ and ‘toenail’ into his computer 70% of the time, and trust me... it’s better not to know.”

“What about a blog?” Peter asked, purposefully.

“Like Tumblr?” Ned scoffed. “Yeah, honestly, I’d let that be.”

“That is you, right?” Spider-Man asked you knowingly, with a cheshire grin hidden behind his mask. “You’re TheBlackCatxxx69.” Your eyes were so wide they could’ve swallowed the island of Manhattan. “You’re the one who writes all that Spider-Man erotica?” 

Your brow furrowed, automatically shaking your head. “Uh.... I....?”

“You’ve got quite the library. I’m impressed. Is this for Sinful Sunday or Thursday Thots?”

“I-I... don’t.... I don’t know...”

He was on his feet in moments, stalking toward you. “You mean you haven’t written dozens of tales about Spider-Man webbing you up and making you come on his fingers and on his... or, my tongue? You haven’t explicitly described in every juicy detail what it would be like to have my cock splitting you open on a rooftop?”

Every sentence came out darker and deeper than the last, and yet his voice was softer than a feather across your skin.

“You mean you don’t write naughty stories about being Daddy’s Good Girl while I sneak into your room and steal your innocence away?”

Peter stopped just inches from you, waiting for you to breathe again. You looked like you were going to pass out. Or drool. Both. He waited. Watched. Until your eyes got red. He could smell the salt of your tears even though you refused to let them fall. Your blood was pumping. Furiously. 

“Is this your idea of teaching me a lesson?” you whispered bitterly. You spun on your heel, legs wobbly, as you moved back towards the elevator. 

“Hey!” Peter called after you. 

You kept your eyes on the ground to keep from seeing the skyline. Or seeing anything at all. “I’ll stop writing about you,” you said, crossing the threshold of the elevator doors. "You win."

Your weight was pulled from your feet with the sound of a thwip. With a shriek, you were launched backward. He pulled you into his arms. You struggled against him, thrashing until he held you steady, your back to his chest. 

He could feel your pulse thrumming beneath his hands. The rage you felt wasn’t really directed at him, and you knew it. It was meant for you.

“I wasn’t trying to embarrass you,” he replied, extending an olive branch. He sounded so gentle compared to his sadistic vitriol moments before. 

You seethed. “So what is this? Payback? Blackmail? To get me to stop writing?” You felt like you were going to erupt, like a stick of dynamite in his hold. He heard you huff and pictured the pout on your face. You attempted to jerk away again, until he spun you around and pulled you up against his torso.

“Keep writing,” he replied, with genuineness in his voice. “You’re good at it. Just try to remember that you and I are on the same side? We’re both trying our best to fix things.” It was the sincerity in his voice that got to you. He was asking, not threatening. “Just think about maybe writing the truth once in a while?”

You scowled, about to take offense again, put paused before you blew up. You noted how your chest heaved against his. The proximity between you. His fingers gripped your upper arms, tight enough to leave a small mark. Your eyes locked on the emblem of his suit and the rigid muscles rippling beneath. You gazed around at the empty floor, a realization settling over you. 

Your eyes landed on a pair of sawhorses with a length of wood laid across. The board was secured to the bases with webbing. This was... familiar. All that was missing from the scene was you—your writhing, mewling, howling, naked form. 

“The construction worker request from two weeks back,” Peter explained. You stared up at him, jaw agape. “I figured we could start there?”

You pulled away from him and took a step backward, looking up in horror. But was it really horror? Peter waited. You considered.

The longest pause settled over you.

“I... I’m... seeing someone,” you replied, lifting your chin slightly.

Peter scoffed. “He doesn’t know about your blog.”

Your cheeks flushed and your brow furrowed. “What makes you think that?”

He snickered beneath the mask. “Because he doesn’t make you come like I do.”

A/N: Hey, now, there's a PART TWO.

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