#liz x michael

[forbescaroline]

11k celebration: top 50 m/f friendships (as voted by my followers) #32. liz ortecho and michael guerin - roswell new mexico

[starryeyesxx]

[girlwiththegreenhat]

in spite of everything i have never been more convinced that kitt is completely in love with michael actually. the car, he yearns

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

alien blast 👽

[dianessunflower]

Christine Baranski in BTS of the finale of The Good Fight— aired 10 November 2022

🎶 the piano outro from the end credits scene

[reverie-verse]

Please tell me someone has seen 1999 version of Roswell (Obviously this is the best version hands down). I grew up watching this show with my mom and brother. Honestly I’m soooooooooo down to write some fics. Single, platonic or ships 😂😂😂

Let me know!!!!!!

This low key a psa to watch it because y’all are soooo missing out and I need someone to talk to 😂

-Rie

[kuri-crocus]

Results: Good Omens season 3 wish polls

I collected some wishes I've seen fans have for season 3 and made polls out of it. Thanks to everyone for voting diligently! Making the (33!) polls, reading comments were a lot of fun to me! Here is my summary of the results. The bold answer is the most voted one. We will wait and see if some wishes come true ... As soon as season 3 is out I plan to come back for a check! I leave it to future me to make what actually happens in season 3 italic!

Prepare for a long post under the cut!

1. Do you want Aziraphale to perform the apology dance (in present day)? -765 votes-

52.5% Yes

31.6% No

15.8 % Neutral

2. Do you want Aziraphale and Crowley to end up mortal? -1046 votes-

87.7% No

9.8% Neutral

2.5% Yes

3. Do you want that Aziraphale saves Crowley at some point in season 3? -598 votes-

78.4% Yes

1.1% Neutral

4.5% No

4. Do you like God to narrate season 3 again? -529 votes-

50.3% Yes

35% Neutral

14.7% No

5. Do you like the Ineffable husbands to take custody of a (human) child? -553 votes-

54.4% No

26.9% Neutral

18.6% Yes

6. Do you want Crowley's angel name to be revealed? -1729 votes-

48.7% No

26.2% Yes

25.1% Neutral

7. What do you prefer to be Crowley's initial situation at the beginning of season 3? -432 votes-

77.3% Crowley is on his own

12.7% new leader of hell

7.2% something else. (I've read him beeing on vaction or hanging out with Nina, Maggie and Muriel)

2.8% works for hell again

8. Who makes the first step for a second kiss? -877 votes-

64.4% initiated by Aziraphale

30.9% initiated by both

2.5% no more kissing

2.2% initiated by Crowley

9. More of Angel!Crowley (without fall story) -406 votes-

51.5% Yes

26.1% Neutral

22.4% No

10. Where should the final scence with Aziraphale and Crowley take place? -527 votes-

77.4% South Down Cottage

7% The Ritz

5.1 % The Bookshop

3.4% St. James Park

3.2% Alpha Centauri

3.2 % Another location (rooftop was mentioned at least twice)

0.6% The Bentley

11. Should Aziraphale's diary have a bigger part in the plot? -307 votes-

53.1% Yes

34.2% Neutral

12.7% No

12. Would you like to see a conversation between Crowley and God? -602 votes-

49.3% Yes

27.6% No

23.1% Neutral

13. Would you like to see new angel and demon characters in season 3? -260 votes-

47.3% Yes

38.1% Neutral

14.6% No

14. Would you like it if there are more Angel x Demon couples? -359 votes-

44% Yes

28.4% Neutral

27.6% No

15. Would you like to see Crowley with long hair (present day)? -910 votes-

77% Yes

12.7% Neutral

10.2% No

16. Would you like to see Aziraphale with a beard? -359 votes-

49% No

32.6% Yes

18.4% Neutral

17. Would you like to have cameos of David's and/or Michael's family members? -318 votes-

39% Yes

34% Neutral

27% No

18. Should the historical scenes have a bigger or rather small part in the plot? -275 votes-

38.2% Neutral/anything is ok

37.1% Bigger/more like season 2

24.7% Rather small/more like season 1

19. Do you want to see the story of the great war and the fall? -287 votes-

69% Yes

17.8% No

13.2% Neutral

20. Do you want Saraquel to be an ally to Aziraphale and Crowley? -408 votes -

53.9% Yes

40.2% Neutral

5.9% No

21. Are you ready for 1941 Part 3? -713 votes-

80.8% Yes! All good things come in threes!

9.7% No, I don't need this scence to continue

9.5% Neutral

22. What is your opinion on the Ineffable Wives? -595 votes-

64.7 % Give me Fem!Azi and Fem!Crowley

25% Neutral

10.3% I don't want female presenting Azi and Crowley

23. More Bildad the Shuhite? -788 votes-

45.9% Yes

28.8% Neutral

25.3% No

24. Aziraphale takes off Crowley's sun glasses? -203 votes-

80.3% Yes

11.8% Neutral

7.9% No

25. Would you like it if Aziraphale calls Crowley "my demon" -291 votes-

43.6% Yes

30.9% No

25.4% Neutral

26. Muriel should be... -135 votes-

52.6% more prominent as in s2

43.7% as prominent as in s2

3% less prominent as in s2

0.7 % not appearing at all

27. In season 3 Muriel will wear... -151 votes-

90.1% a new earth outfit

5.3% the clothes they wear in heaven

4.6% the inspector constable costume

28. Do you want Muriel to take over the bookshop permanently? -153 votes- 

51% No

30.7% Neutral

18.3% Yes

29. More wall slamming in season 3? -190 votes-

62.6% Yes AND Aziraphale also slamming Crowley against a wall

25.3% Yes! Slam that angel against the wall!

6.3% Neutral

5.8% No more wall slamming

30. Would you like to see Aziraphale with purple eyes? -547 votes-

39.7% No

34.4% Yes

26% Neutral

31. Would you like it if Crowley calls Aziraphale "my angel"? -310 votes-

83.2% Yes

10.3% Neutral

6.5% No

32. I'd like Anathema Device and Newt Pulsifer to... -182 votes-

30.8% Every option is fine by me

29.7% only have a cameo

28.6% appear again

11% not appear at all

33. Would you like it if Aziraphale calls Crowley "Anthony"? -408 votes-

38.7% No

31.1% Neutral

30.1% Yes

[manesalex]

Every Alex Manes Scene (239/?)

[felicitykings]

MAJANDRA: [reading from her journal] "I have yet to hear words of love from him (Brendan) though." [...] "That's truly what I want too, if he could just go nuts over me or basically just behave the way I feel. I just get this feeling that he hates that I might have power over him and I hate that he has it over me. But it might be magical if we surrender." [...] AIMEE GARCIA: It's funny because even like in this episode when you're like, oh gosh, you go to Liz, you're like "you two (Max and Liz) have that, like, stare into each other's eyes, soulmate shit. But me, whatever, I can take it or leave them." And then your character says the same thing, you're like "yeah I don't get attached, I can leave anyone anytime", you know? And then I think it's so cute that behind the scenes you guys are like "ah, we should just surrender into magic." Oh my gosh. MAJANDRA: I just- the word "surrender", you guys, and then "magic." BRENDAN: It's really incredible. It's on another level.

THE EX-FILES with Majandra Delfino and Brendan Fehr

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Kayla Gogarty and Alex Kaplan at MMFA:

Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump has suggested that his former national security adviser Michael Flynn, whom he pardoned at the end of his first term, will be involved in his potential second administration, telling Flynn at a May 2023 event: “We’re going to bring you back.”  During an October 14 social media discussion that included QAnon figures, Ben Moore — a QAnon influencer known online as “Sun Tzu” — predicted that Flynn would be appointed as a “special adviser” to Trump during a potential second Trump administration, and Flynn would lead a “special advisory board” that “brings child traffickers to justice.”

Flynn and his group, America’s Future, have been increasingly tied to the QAnon conspiracy theory. Several QAnon figures and conspiracy theorists have served as advisory board members for the group, including Moore. [...] During the October 14 discussion, held on X (formerly Twitter), Moore specifically floated himself and other America’s Future members for Trump's “special advisory board” — including QAnon-affiliated figures Brian Gamble and Liz Crokin, conspiracy theorist Lara Logan, and election denier Ivan Raiklin.

QAnon influencer Ben Moore (aka Sun Tzu) hinted that Michael Flynn will be a part of a 2nd Trump Administration, along with other far-right conspiracy theorists such as Liz Crokin and Lara Logan.

[starryeyesxx]

[userlaylivia]

I'm doing a endgame poll and then a non endgame poll because I'm me lmao I don't have a ton of endgame ships and also don't say why wasn't this or that in there because I chose my favorites or ones I liked most!! and also max/liz on rnm counts because they were engaged and would've gotten married!! I also put og roswell m/l in this because both are so different!! and I also chose quite a few popular ships I'm curious to see who wins this i love every ship even though delena is my #1 otp but yeah I don't care who wins because I love them all!!

[girlwiththegreenhat]

hey when they wrote "knight behind bars" and they wrote kitt helping a couple get together and they gave him the line "Some day, it will be my turn" [to find love]. did they know what they were doing. did they know that in some 40 years some gay autistic robot-obsessed little freak on tumblr would not stop thinking about it for weeks and write literal dozens of paragraphs screaming about it on discord. did they know they were going to ruin Me, Specifically, with this concept that feels like the culmination of everything kitt has gone through through the show and such a fascinating thing to think about in regards to michael and kitt's relationship,

one of the themes of knight rider is kitt developing as a Person, developing a line between the Knight Industries Two-Thousand, and Kitt. discovering humanity, his own emotions, the joys of the seemingly and logically pointless, and often through the lens of his own driver, his partner, his friend, Michael - his primary guide through all these experiences, his reference for those human things he doesn't understand. and as much as he initially claims to not be capable of experiencing emotions, of understanding feelings, he learns to. he experiences a wide range of emotions through the show even while claiming he doesn't, he even learns fear and insecurity. perhaps it's only natural a robot would learn to love, or at the very least be terribly curious about it and wonder if such a thing could ever exist for Him

the majority of people are not exactly kind to kitt. they talk about him like he's not there, they talk about him like he's a machine, a novelty, some people are even scared of or disturbed by him when all he's trying to do is make polite conversation and company. he's always Othered - there's no other cars like him (at least not anymore), but there's no other person like him either, he doesn't truly belong among humans or vehicles. some of the technicians at FLAG don't even seem to fully respect him as a person, at least they don't based on my vague recollection of how they talk about him in Junkyard Dog. when Michael asks him after KARR is destroyed if it feels good to be one of a kind again, he doesn't say yes or no - he only says it's a "familiar feeling." it may be familiar, but it's surely also isolating, and i think that's something he'd realize as he slowly picks up this curiosity about love. where could he even find it when so few people see him as an equal person to begin with?

and then there's michael. oh my god, and then there's michael. no matter what flavor you choose to read it in, the whole show is about their relationship, they're a duo, a set Not to be separated, they're Partners. they work together, they worry about and look after each other (forever insane about when kitt was a melted shell, Michael stuck around the garage for hours, waiting for any news like a worried spouse, constantly checking on him every opportunity he got... encouraging him to recover, and even helping paint back on his protective coating... kitt always looks after michael, but for once, it's michael's turn to look after Him), in a way they were Made for each other - Kitt more literally, being programmed for Michael and holding his namesake, but Michael was also made in a sense for the pilot program, hand picked and given a second life to work for the foundation and with this strange supercar. and even if they had a rocky start, michael comes to view kitt as a person - car, TV set, or computer core, Kitt is his partner, his buddy. he helps him find himself, guides him and teaches him about these things that make us human, and in a way, kitt becomes human - but his entire experience is still through the perspective of an AI in a car, it's still very unique and isolating, and I think he sort of grows into his own limitations, he's finally brushing against the walls that define him.

he learns of love, and then he learns to dream Of love. these things he sees in the movies, that michael tells him about, that he so often sees michael Partaking in that he gets so oddly jealous of, doesn't it all seem so wonderful? he's very curious. but who could ever love steel and circuitry, who could ever see him as an equal let alone a partner in a romantic sense? who would ever love a car and all the limitations That comes with? it's a problem for a hypothetical hopeful Some Day, in the meantime stuck between two worlds where he doesn't perfectly belong to either, where no car Can love him and no human seemingly Would love him...

and michael loves him anyway. before either of them really realize or talk about it, in spite of everything, in any form, regardless of the fact it wouldn't be a typical relationship by absolutely any means, michael loves him anyway. kitt is as much a person to him as bonnie or devon or RC, and that person is someone he loves and cares for deeply. the feeling is mutual, kitt's world revolves around michael, he's one of the most important people in kitt's life, and he'd do anything to protect him.

and it is michael that will finally teach him to love, and what it means to feel loved in turn, to be loved as the person he undoubtedly is.

[husdiercdk]

🕷️๋࣭⭑. ݁₊ :: Echoes of a Lost Past

"Well... uh... hello, my namhe is Peter Benjamin Parker, and I hope I can get along with you," the young Peter introduced himself. It was his first day in Midtown, and he was nervous.

Silence remained in the room. Some students murmured something quietly to each other. Others looked at him and analyzed him. Peter was not a fashionable guy, and it was obvious. His baggy clothes, messy hair and thick glasses hiding his eyes gave it away easily.

Stepping forward, the teacher cleared his throat, drawing the students' attention.

"Peter recently moved back to New York. He was living in San Francisco, California. We happily accepted his application for entry. I hope you will treat Mr. Parker well and, should he need anything, that you, as good colleagues, will be kind and help him," said the teacher. He said the last part with a slightly harsher tone, but then softened as he looked at Peter again. He put a hand on the boy's shoulder and dismissed him to find a place where he could sit down.

Peter swallowed. He glanced around for a seat, but to no avail. As he passed a few tables, people gave him strange looks. He shrugged off the stares; his social anxiety was starting to get to him, and this situation wasn't helping.

Then he heard a whistle and turned his attention to where it was coming from. He turned and saw a group of students waving at him. Cheering up a little, he ran towards them, taking care not to trip over anyone and avoiding looking at people on the way. It would be worse if he saw the expressions of disgust on their faces.

As he approached the small group, one of the students made room for him to sit down. Peter wasted no time and settled into the chair. The boy who had called him over extended his hand and gave him a small smile.

"Welcome to Midtown, Peter. My name is Michael Morbius," he said. His hair was a deep black, tied in a simple, quick bun. An easy smile painted his lips, and an untrimmed beard was visible. His tired eyes watched Peter with a warm gaze.

"Uh... thanks, Michael. I'm... glad someone accepted me..." replied Peter with a strange, nervous smile. His hands were sweating a little, and his long blouse suddenly seemed too hot. He let go of Morbius' handshake after a while, so as not to look awkward.

"You were born in New York, right? Why did you move to San Francisco?" asked a girl with blonde hair. She was sitting at the table behind the two of them and was looking at Peter with interest. Her bangs fell slightly over her face, and her hair tied in a ponytail snaked over her shoulders as she moved to get comfortable. Leaning on the table with her elbow, she rested her head in the palm of her hand as she played with one pen in the other. Her small round glasses slid lightly over her well-framed nose. His navy blue eyes analyzed Peter from head to toe. "San Francisco didn't appeal to you?"

"Uh- no! It's not that. San Francisco is amazing, but... I moved there to live with my aunt and uncle when my parents went away. Well... I've been there for ten years now," said Peter. His voice became sad as he spoke. He looked down at the floor, shrugged his shoulders and started fiddling with his fingers anxiously.

fingers anxiously.

As he listened, Morbius turned to the girl and gave her an ugly look, which made her look away and lower her shoulders with a certain weight on her conscience. Morbius let out a sigh and cleared his throat. "Don't take it personally, Peter. Gwen spoke without thinking..." said Morbius, taking one last look at Gwen before turning to Peter again. Stopping for a moment, he thought, "But... now I'm curious, Peter. Why did you come back to New York?" Morbius asked curiously.

"Oh... uh, well, after my uncle died, my aunt went into a depression... and everything in San Francisco reminded me of him. So we decided to move to New York," Peter said, shifting in his chair, a little uncomfortable with the subject.

"The kid's barely here and they're already making him uncomfortable, tsc tsc. Don't mind them, Peter," a dark-skinned boy said. His short, curly hair moved gently as he shook his head in disapproval. "My name is Miles Morales." Miles was sitting next to Gwen and behind Morbius, he tapped the table lightly and smacked his lips. "And I'll be the best cartoonist in New York!" Miles said, winking and holding out his thumb and index finger, then pointing at Peter.

"Of course you will," Gwen mocked, laughing at the African-American boy, who gave the girl a playful elbow, which she returned with a slap on the shoulder. Morbius just rolled his eyes, laughing. "Stop being an idiot, you'll scare the boy," said Morbius, holding back his laughter with the back of his hand.

"Say that when you're not laughing, you hypocrite!" said Miles, pointing an accusing finger in Morbius' face, who shrugged sloppily in response. Peter just watched, laughing, feeling his earlier anxiety diminish as he spent time with the group.

"He's only like this because he found out that Felicia Hardy will be studying with us this year," Gwen said with a teasing smile, biting her lip. Crossing her arms, she arched an eyebrow. Morbius blushed, looking away, paying attention to whatever the teacher was explaining.

"Felicia Hardy?" Peter asked, tilting his head gently to the side. Miles and Gwen looked at each other and shared a mischievous smile. "She's his girlfriend," Miles said, with mischief and malice in his voice.

"Does she know they're dating or that he exists, at least?" Gwen teased, holding back the laughter that threatened to burst out. "Can't you two shut up for a moment?!" Morbius scolded them, letting out a long sigh. He turned to Peter. "Felicia is the most famous gymnast in the school, I was her tutor for a while... but apparently she didn't want to anymore, her mother must have found a professional or something...", Morbius muttered, playing with his fingers, a little nervous about the confession.

"Maybe you should use more of your Count Dracula charm to charm her, who knows, it might work," Miles said, poking Morbius lightly in the back, who slapped his hand away and scolded him.

"Peter?" Gwen asked, somewhat worried by the boy's silence. Morbius and Miles stopped and looked at Peter, who was completely disconnected, in his own world. His brow furrowed, and a strange tingling sensation hit his mind, in waves, like a radio, as if trying to warn him.

"If he had noticed the warning, he would have realized that the teacher had already left and a group of students were approaching them. A hand pushed Peter's head down, bringing him back to consciousness and his eyes widened when he heard the voice. "Welcome back, Penis Parker," said a male voice.

Looking back, Peter saw a tall, muscular boy with short, blond hair and a small fringe that he flicked up easily with his hand. Peter recognized him almost immediately: Eugene 'Flash' Thompson

"Uh... yeah... hey, Eugene, it's been a long time..." said Peter, flustered by all the attention. He didn't cope well with too many people at once, and Flash knew it.

Flash frowned when he heard his first name, and anger grew inside him when he heard the laughter and murmurs behind him. He slammed his big, calloused hand down on the table, trying to intimidate Peter by leaning over him.

"Yeah, Parker. It's been ten years, and you haven't changed a fucking bit. You're still the same old nerd."

"I-" The words died on Peter's lips as he noticed something like a pack of wolves chasing Flash. The athlete and his group acted exactly like predators, always on the lookout for vulnerable prey. And at that moment, Peter was the sheep chosen for the hunt.

"What is it, Penis Parker? You look like you've seen a ghost." Flash sneered, sporting the cocky grin he always carried with pride.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Morbius was overcome with rage. His hand went straight to the table, clenching it tightly. He hated to see Flash tormenting whoever he wanted. He had been targeted by the blond jock before and had hated every second he had spent in the same environment as him.

"Hey, Flash, let him go!" Gwen exclaimed, grabbing the jock's wrist and pushing him away. For someone of her stature, Gwen was surprisingly strong.

Flash staggered backwards, annoyed. He lunged forward again to grab Peter, but stopped when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder - it was the teacher.

"Something wrong here, Mr. Thompson?" asked the professor. His harsh, stern tone made Flash cringe a little.

"No, sir..." replied Flash, but his voice sounded strange, shaky?

"Good, all of you, get out!" ordered the teacher, pointing to the door, indicating that they should leave the room.

As soon as the students had left, he turned his attention to the small group. Peter was shaking, while Gwen and Miles tried to calm him down. Morbius was on his feet now, still gripping the table so hard that the material was beginning to give way under his hand.

The teacher sighed, tired of Flash's harassment of the other students, especially those who were Morbius' friends. He remembered how the athlete had reacted when he found out that Morbius had been Felicia's tutor. Jealousy infuriated him and, luckily, Morbius wasn't there that day. They managed to calm the situation by removing him as the girl's tutor, but this only started a new wave of persecution.

"Sir..." Gwen's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. As he turned his head to look at the girl, he realized that Peter was beginning to have a crisis.

"Merd- what are you still doing here?! Take him to the infirmary!" ordered the professor, his voice laden with urgency.

Miles and Gwen helped Peter to his feet. The teacher was quick to hold him up, putting one of the boy's arms over his shoulders to keep him steady. Together, he and Miles rushed him to the infirmary.

꒷꒦꒷︶˚︶︶꒷꒦˚꒦꒷︶🕷️︶ ꒷꒦꒷︶˚︶︶꒷꒦˚꒦

Peter wakes up, his head spinning and his vision blurred, he feels his whole body numb and his eyes swollen shut. He'd had a crisis in front of his new... colleagues? Were they already friends? They seemed to have welcomed Peter well, but he still felt a certain hesitation and insecurity, afraid to ask and seem...

"Is he going to be all right, Miss Dolly?" Someone said. Peter recognized the voice as Gwen's, who sounded worried. He shuddered as an intense headache invaded his mind, putting both hands on his head by instinct, holding it tightly, afraid that if he let go, his head might explode.

let go, his head might explode.

"I've never seen such a strong crisis in a child, but he'll probably be fine once he's had some rest. Do you know if this happens to him often?" The nurse asked, her voice full of concern. You could hear her footsteps hurrying around the room. Peter was in a kind of bedroom, but instead of walls, there were large curtains separating the space from the rest of the room.

He tried to move, but his body didn't respond. He was completely immobilized. Taking a deep breath, he turned to look around, trying to understand what had happened earlier in the room. His breathing failed as he remembered what had happened to Flash and the others. They had seen Peter have a seizure, but why did he have a seizure just at the sight of Flash and his gang? What if they thought it was strange? Or if they told the school? Or what if they simply stopped talking to Peter? Peter's mind was filled with doubts and fears.

Now the voices were just whispers that his head couldn't process. His breathing came in long, heavy waves, his chest rose and fell, always with a twinge of pain with each movement.

For a moment, he was blinded. When someone opened the white curtain, the room suddenly lit up, as if Peter was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel that people talk about so much. He at least thought he was seeing a movie of his life flashing before his eyes.

With an effort, he managed to cover his eyes with his arm. His blindness passed for a moment, replaced by the darkness that this action caused. The person stood there for a few seconds, watching in silence. It was a little disturbing to think that you were asleep (or pretending to be) and someone was watching you, as if waiting for you to wake up so they could attack you.

Peter stood there, his eyes still closed, trying to concentrate on the sounds around him. The silence was almost palpable, and he could feel the weight of other people's observations on him, as if they were waiting for him to react. It was uncomfortable, almost unbearable, but he knew he couldn't just ignore it.

When he finally mustered the strength to open his eyes, he noticed a shadow at the edge of his vision. A familiar face appeared before him, but for a moment his eyes were so clouded that he couldn't identify who it was. He blinked, trying to focus, and soon the image cleared up: it was Gwen.

She was standing there, silent, with an expression of concern and perhaps a hint of curiosity. Seeing that he was waking up, Gwen made a slight movement with her hands, as if she were trying to comfort him without words. Her gaze was gentle, but there was a subtle tension, as if she knew he was still trying to process everything that had happened.

"Peter..." she said, her voice soft, almost a whisper. "Are you... okay? I... I felt that you weren't quite there. I mean, when you had the crisis..." Her sentence was unfinished, which seemed natural given the tense situation. She didn't want to force anything.

Peter, still a little dazed, took a deep breath and tried to reply, but the words seemed heavy, as if his brain was trying hard to process them. He looked at Gwen, feeling a wave of gratitude that she had stayed there. Although the situation was uncomfortable, he felt that she wouldn't judge him, and that somehow made him feel a little safer.

"I... I don't know what happened. I just...saw...all...those people and..." Peter said, his voice hoarse, still shaken by the memory of the crisis. He tried to pull himself together, but the headache was still bothering him. "I don't know why... why it affects me like this."

Gwen tilted her head in understanding. "Flash isn't worth it, Peter, none of them are. He just likes to see others suffer. Don't let him get to you like that." She hesitated for a moment and then added: "I think you've been through much harder things, haven't you?"

Peter wasn't sure what to say. He felt that, somehow, Gwen understood. She didn't just see him as a weak boy who didn't know how to defend himself, but as someone who carried something deeper. Something that even he didn't yet fully understand.

Silence filled the room again, but now it seemed less heavy. Perhaps, in time, he would find a way to deal with his own insecurities. For now, he was just grateful to have someone like Gwen there, by his side.

Peter mustered the strength to sit up. Gwen rushed to his side to help him, slipping her arms under his for extra support and security, preventing him from falling. When he was comfortably seated, Gwen slowly moved away, staying close in case it was necessary to help him again.

He shook his head, still a little dazed, and let out a long, tired sigh. Then he turned his gaze to Gwen, who had pulled up a chair to sit beside him. Using the bed as a support, she leaned slightly towards Peter.

"Uh... thanks, Gwen, for staying here... with me," he said in a whisper, embarrassed under the girl's watchful gaze.

"How long has it been? Uhm... since I... fainted?" asked Peter, almost as if he didn't want to know the answer. He didn't want to miss his first day's lessons, and the thought of Gwen staying there for so long bothered him. He scratched the back of his neck, feeling uncomfortable and a little disturbed by the thought.

"It's okay, Peter. Don't worry, we only missed the second lesson. Miles and Morbius have explained your situation to the teacher. The most he can do is ask you to be more careful next time... without even having listened properly to what the boys said," Gwen explained, shrugging nonchalantly.

"But... I want to apologize for before. It was insensitive of me to ask you that..." said Gwen, lacing her fingers together and wiggling them nervously. She was ashamed of her earlier attitude, feeling that she had been rude.

"Oh... it's okay. It's normal to ask. You weren't the first and you won't be the last," said Peter, with a gentle smile on his face. Despite his discomfort at talking about it, he knew they hadn't meant any harm.

"Uh... well... friends?" Peter asked hesitantly, somewhat afraid of rejection. His smile came out a little crooked and awkward, a nervous attempt to appear friendlier.

"Uhm? I thought we already were," Gwen said, feigning disappointment, making a slight pout and an abandoned dog face.

Peter let out a light laugh, amused by the situation. The blonde girl felt her breath catch for a moment as she realized how much she liked that sound. Her face warmed up and, a little awkwardly, she undid the knot she was making with her fingers, leaning back on the bed before getting up abruptly and walking over to the curtain.

"Get better soon, Parker. We can't be without our Golden puppy we've just adopted for long," she said with a mischievous smile, her face still red.

Leaving the room, she left behind a very confused Peter B. Parker very confused.

"Do I look like a Golden dog?" Peter asked confusedly, tilting his head with a slight pout on his lips, his half-red lips curved into a soft smile.

"It's going to be a fun year...I hope, at least"

꒷꒦꒷︶˚︶︶꒷꒦˚꒦꒷︶🕷️︶ ꒷꒦꒷︶˚︶︶꒷꒦˚꒦

After managing to get up and convincing the nurse that he was all right, Peter walked around the school, avoiding crowded places and corridors full of students. He'd already missed the lesson and thought it wouldn't be worth showing up there with a clean face after probably missing most of the explanation.

He looked around the cafeteria. There weren't many people around, since lunchtime had been over for a while. Most of the students were probably already in their classrooms. Taking courage, Peter entered the large environment. Midtown was undoubtedly a huge school and, to accommodate so many students, it needed a spacious cafeteria.

He looked around, analyzing the place. The walls were high, painted a yellowish white by time. At the end of the cafeteria, there were two free rooms, as well as the kitchen and the place where the food was distributed. The tables were long and straight, with benches built into each side. Peter approached one of them and touched it. The material was cold to the touch and still a little dirty, giving off a strong smell of apple juice.

Looking down, he noticed that the tables were not fixed to the floor. They had several wheels, making it easier to move them due to their weight. He looked ahead again and estimated that there were at least twenty tables scattered around the place, all dirty with the most diverse remains of food.

He turned his attention to the table in front of him and thought for a moment.

"Why not? I've already missed class and I've got nothing to do... for now," Peter muttered to himself.

Suddenly, the sound of something falling behind him made him jump forward a little. Turning quickly, he saw an elderly woman a few steps away, grumbling about how people weren't the same anymore and how they had become dirtier over time. She was complaining about how dirty the tables were.

Peter's body tensed up. His muscles felt like stones. He swallowed, raised his hands too quickly and patted himself on the face. Suddenly, he felt refreshed. Or at least he tried to convince himself. His body was still recovering and he was tired, but he wasn't going to let himself be shaken so easily, right?

He walked over to the woman and stopped in front of her, picking up the bottle of cleaning product she had dropped. The woman looked at him and narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Students weren't usually kind to her. With a certain hostility, she snatched the bottle out of the boy's hands.

"Don't pry, kid. Don't pretend to be nice," she growled.

"Uh... I'm not..." Peter tried to speak, but was abruptly interrupted.

The woman started talking about how the students regularly tricked her into skipping class or treated her with arrogance, looking at her as if she were inferior. Peter felt sorry, but decided not to say anything. The last thing he wanted was to irritate her even more.

"Ma'am, I..." He tried once more, but was interrupted again.

The woman's voice grew louder with every attempt Peter made to explain himself. My God, was she like this just because he was out of the room? Did she really care about the students' education?

Defeated, Peter left the cafeteria, not wanting to get into trouble on his first day at school. Well, at least he didn't want to get into trouble and miss even more classes. Pulling his cell phone out of the pocket of his dark jeans, he checked the timetable. The next class would take a while to start.

He didn't know the school well, so he could easily get lost. Gwen had disappeared, so there was no one to guide him. Morbius and Miles were in class, and he didn't know anyone else in Midtown.

"Damn... luck plays against me," he muttered grumpily. The day really wasn't working out.

Walking through the corridors, he remembered that he still hadn't seen his locker. He opened his cell phone case and took out a piece of paper hidden there. It was his timetable. Peter had a bad habit of forgetting things easily because of his attention deficit. His uncle had taught him a trick: always keep important information next to objects he used frequently, like his cell phone, for example.

"I wrote down the locker on the other side of the paper... I think," putting the case back on his cell phone and putting it away, he opened the paper and saw the timetable, but that wasn't what he wanted, not now. Turning the paper over, he saw a note and, underneath, the locker number.

L᥆ᥴkᥱr ᥒᥙ꧑bᥱr

𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟐

D᥆ᥒ't f᥆rgᥱt t᥆ bᥙᥡ ᥉ρrιᥒg r᥆ᥣᥣ᥉ f᥆r Mᥲᥡ

ᥲᥒd thᥱᥒ ριᥴk ᥙρ thᥱ ᥣᥲᥙᥒdrᥡ ᥆ᥒ thᥱ ᥕᥲᥡ.

"Oh... the clothes, I was going to forget again, damn it," Peter scolded himself for forgetting his own clothes. My God, it was his own clothes, how could he forget?

The end of class bell rang. The loud sound made Peter shudder. He soon remembered how the corridors look when classes are over. Before he could leave the place, crowds of people started leaving the classrooms and going to their other classes.

Peter's breathing hitched, he froze and began to shake slightly. Peter's eyes widened as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning his head slowly, he saw who it was, and at the same moment he felt his muscles relax and his breathing return.

"You weren't thinking of having another crisis, were you, man?" Miles asked, the tone of concern obvious in his voice. Right behind him was Morbius and a few other people Peter hadn't met yet. On the other side, someone grabbed his arm. He turned to look and saw that it was Gwen, who began to pull him out of the corridor. Right behind them, Miles and Morbius followed, accompanied by the other two people.

"You weren't thinking of having another crisis, were you, man?" Miles asked, the tone of concern obvious in his voice. Right behind him was Morbius and a few other people Peter hadn't met yet. On the other side, someone grabbed his arm. He turned to look and saw that it was Gwen, who began to pull him out of the corridor. Right behind them, Miles and Morbius followed, accompanied by the other two people.

"What's that?" Miles asked, taking the paper from Peter's hand. He thought about retorting, but gave up and just stared. Feeling his arm tingle and agonized by the touch, Peter decided not to do anything, not wanting to hurt her. He said nothing. "It's my timetable...", Peter muttered. The corridor was noisy, but he had the feeling that Miles had heard.

Peter turned his head slightly to the side and looked back to see Morbius chatting animatedly with his friends. Peter smiled softly and turned to look ahead again, so as not to bump into someone without realizing it.

"Uhmm, most of the classes you have with us. You'll have to put up with a lot, Mr. Parker," Miles joked, his characteristic mischievous grin appearing again. Peter let out a small laugh, rolling his eyes. "I guess so, my fate is in your hands now, Mr. molars," Peter joked back.

"If it's up to him, you're lost, Peter," Gwen chimed in, her face slightly flushed and a big smile on her face as she looked at Peter. Miles noticed the blush on Gwen's face and her smile at Peter. His smile faltered for a moment, hoping no one had noticed. He started talking about the topic the chemistry teacher had given him. His voice was less animated than before. Morbius noticed the change, but didn't say anything, not at that moment.

The presence of his new friends calmed Peter down, his social anxiety had almost disappeared at that moment. 𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘦. He was still in a cramped corridor full of people, he was in a cold sweat, he was still afraid, but he wasn't alone, not anymore. A peace that he hardly remembered existed cleared his mind. He was at peace, after a long time.

Morbius grabbed Miles' shoulder, making him look at him with a grimace and arched an eyebrow. It soon softened when Miles saw the worried expression on Morbius' face. He nodded sloppily, saying that he was fine, in his own way, at least. "So, let me introduce you to the rest of the class, Peter," said Miles, making Peter turn his body around to look at his possible new friends (he hoped they were). "This is Jessica Jones," he said. Peter nodded. He was already listening in parts, and his low voice was barely audible in that noisy corridor. Luckily, they had almost reached the room.

Luckily, Miles wasn't having the same kind of difficulty. He spoke loudly.

"And this is my best friend, Ganke Lee," said Miles, smiling even wider.

The boy was reading an Absolut Batman comic book. Peter tilted his head, curious. He hadn't read that issue yet...

Peter felt a weight collide against his body. He bit his lower lip, holding back the grunt of pain and agony that threatened to escape. A grimace formed on his face. Coming to his senses, he turned to see who he had bumped into, ready to apologize.

At that moment, the world around him seemed to melt away. His mouth went dry and his face suddenly became hot. The only thing his mind could process was 𝘌𝘭𝘢 and only 𝘌𝘭𝘢.

Sᥙddᥱᥒᥣᥡ hᥱ ᥉t᥆ρ᥉, hᥱ ᥣ᥆᥆k᥉ ᥲᥒd ᥉ᥱᥱ᥉ hᥱr.

Jᥙ᥉t ᥣιkᥱ ιᥒ ᥲ drᥱᥲ꧑.

Wh᥆ ι᥉ ᥉hᥱ? Or ᥕhᥱrᥱ dιd ᥉hᥱ ᥴ᥆꧑ᥱ fr᥆꧑?

Hᥱ d᥆ᥱ᥉ᥒ't kᥒ᥆ᥕ ᥲᥒd hᥱ d᥆ᥱ᥉ᥒ't ᥴᥲrᥱ Bᥱᥴᥲᥙ᥉ᥱ ᥡ᥆ᥙr hᥱᥲrt tᥱᥣᥣ᥉ ᥡ᥆ᥙ...

Thᥲt ᥉hᥱ ι᥉ thᥱ ᥡ᥆ᥙᥒg ᥕ᥆꧑ᥲᥒ dᥱ��tιᥒᥱd t᥆ bᥱ hι᥉.

Peter only realized he was staring when the girl spoke, catching his eye.

"Excuse me?"

Her voice was soft, as if angels had lovingly raised her.

"Uh? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see where I was going," Peter mumbled, embarrassed. He wanted to look away, but it was too late.

"I should have paid more attention. I-" He stammered, searching for words, but they all seemed to slip out, like hares on the run.

She laughed at his confusion. The sound of her laughter made something inside him stir, like butterflies feasting in his stomach. Peter opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it, afraid of looking even sillier than he already did.

A small involuntary smile appeared on his lips, and his ears turned bright red.

"Sorry..." he whispered.

"It's all right. From what I can see, it wasn't on purpose," she replied, still smiling.

Her smile was magical for Peter. He couldn't keep his eyes off hers - that heavenly green. So beautiful and... mesmerizing. For a moment, Peter lost himself in that gaze.

His legs began to tremble, threatening to give way right then and there.

"But I'd say you liked it," she joked, her radiant smile never leaving her lips.

Oh... her lips. So perfectly shaped, with that reddish hue that resembled living blood. For a moment, Peter found himself imagining what those lips would feel like on his skin, marking him as hers...

His heart leapt at the thought. He shook his head gently, trying to push those inappropriate thoughts away. He had just met her. No, actually... he hadn't even met her.

Had he... fallen in love?

No. There's no such thing as love at first sight.

They're just stories Aunt May used to tell him when he was a kid... right?

"Be careful next time, big boy," said the girl, patting Peter lightly on the shoulder. With one last look, she finally looked away from him and started walking again.

Peter moved his hand to the place where she had touched him. He didn't feel uncomfortable... no. On the contrary, it felt warm and good.

With a discreet smile, he entered the room, joining his friends who were already waiting for him to sit down.

꒷꒦꒷︶˚︶︶꒷꒦˚꒦꒷︶🕷️︶ ꒷꒦꒷︶˚︶︶꒷꒦˚꒦

Meanwhile, across the corridor, two girls were watching the scene.

The blonde had a disgusted expression, while the brunette kept her face neutral. With a sigh, she turned to her friend.

"Did you see that?" asked the brunette, opening the cupboard to put away some books and notebooks. She also grabbed her make-up and gym uniform.

"Yes. And I bet Flash will love to hear about it," replied the blonde, a mischievous smile replacing her earlier disgust.

"Yeah...he will," agreed the brunette

: ̃ຼ  ֺᰍ ⃝ 🕷️𝓝σίⓇⒸｄк๋࣭⭑. ݁₊`

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

it'll help me find my home planet

[djkerr]

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