#my blog is the meeting spot for everyone who is scared of spiders

[totally-correct-idv]

how were there literally no asks a while ago but the past couple of weeks everyone started sending them in

i honestly have no fucking clue but i love it!! i’m pretty sure it started with naib being a bottom and then it all escalated to hating violetta

[insaneasgardian]

Arachnid Enigma - Irondad and Spiderson

Inspired by a headcanon from @cassiecasyl

“I just had this thought... Tony suddenly gets hyperfixated on spiders and noone knows why. The first time the Avengers notice it's on a mission and it's not weird, he's a genius after all, they figure he just knows stuff. But then he begins rambling about spiders randomly. And sometimes he speaks about some issues like it's personal experience but he doesn't have a pet spider, Nat confirmed that?? What is going on???”

And an addition to it by @savvysass

“Lmao then spiderman walks in and they r like ah. Ok.”

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Also, this is an Irondad and Spiderson fic. I do NOT ship Starker for obvious reasons. If you do, I would like you to leave my blog.

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There have been several times Tony Stark has displayed a fascination with arachnids. The first time Tony ever mentioned spiders was on a stealth mission in Bhutan where a HYDRA base had been spotted. It was supposed to be relatively easy, break in, grab intel, don’t be seen, and get out. It was a successful mission but not everything went according to plan.

“I’m in” Steve spoke into his comms as he looked around the HYDRA base he had just infiltrated. “No sign of any people, just a lot of spiders and dust”, he added, eyeing the critters that scuttled around the dark and grimy area.

“Of course there are,” Tony commented, “HYDRA isn’t exactly a stickler for cleanliness, and spiders love dirty, sooty, nasty areas to live in”. Steve proceeded to roll his eyes at the obvious remark. It was just Tony being Tony.

“Has everyone managed to locate the entrance?”, The Captain inquired, getting plenty of affirmative responses. Soon enough, everyone managed to enter the building and joined Steve in the large room he stood in.

There was no illumination except for the few rays sunlight that filtered in through the cathedral window. Just as Steve had said, there was an immense amount of dust settled all over the floor, window, and grand staircase that led to the second floor, along with a lot of arachnids. Clint stepped forward, accidentally crunching a couple of spiders under his foot. Tony clenched his jaw tightly, “Don’t. DO THAT!” he hissed extremely loudly, alarming everyone.

Clint gulped, “Geez, sorry”. Unfortunately for the team of heroes, Tony had not only surprised his colleagues but the occupants of the building too. Shuffling and a lot of movement was heard, and before the Avengers could retreat, the enemy confronted them.

“Great work Tony”, Natasha mumbled angrily under her breath when she saw several HYDRA agents rushing down the stairs. Earth’s mightiest heroes worked quickly and efficiently to take out the flocks and flocks of operatives running at them. Although it wasn’t a very hard job, it still took out the stealth element out of their job.

After the oncoming threat was wiped out and the data they needed had been collected, the team swiftly exited the base and entered the quinjet where Bruce was waiting for them. “What happened?” the scientist asked, inspecting his friends who were covered in gore.

Sam sighed, “Tony happened”, he stated simply.

Another time Tony spoke of the arachnids was when they had a day off, and decided to spend them with Clint’s family at their farm. It was around now that a few of the heroes began to suspect that Tony wasn’t just knowledgeable about the eight legged critters, but he was utterly fascinated by them.

“Thank you again for having us Laura” Wanda said, earning a kind smile from Clint’s wife.

“It was no problem at all!” she responded, putting together some quick snacks for the whole team.

The Avengers had a great time with the Bartons. Chatting and laughing, gossiping and giggling. It was fun. Just before they were about to leave and as Clint kissed his wife goodbye, a little shriek was heard. It was Nathaniel Barton.

Everybody was alarmed at first, thinking something terrible had happened to the boy, but when they saw the cause, they couldn’t help burst out laughing. A large house spider was crawling on Nathaniel’s show. Although spiders were the cause of a rational phobia, the team of heroes did not fear the hairy critter before them.

Tony stepped forward and picked up the spider, placing it somewhere it would be safe, and also where Nathaniel wouldn’t freak out over it. He then turned to the youngest Barton child, “Don’t worry kid,” he began “spiders are great creatures! Honestly, they’re really cute, and nice, and brave”. 

Thor snickered, “You speak of spiders as if they’re people”. Tony opened his mouth to say something, but then hurriedly shut it and looked away from the group. Tony was quiet. That was a first. What was happening to Tony? 

Meanwhile, Rhodey stood in the corner, looking at the confused glances his friends gave each other as they attempted to figure out what was causing Tony’s new behavior. He smiled, and this didn’t go unnoticed by Loki who narrowed his eyes slightly and chewed his lip in thought. What did Colonel James know?

To mention one more instance in which Tony displayed an unusual interest in spiders was just the day after the Avengers visit to the Bartons. Nick Fury had brought his pet tarantula to work and the team was crowded around it.

“What’s his name?” Sam curiously inquired.

“It’s Bert,” the director responded, sounding rather bored, “I got him from Agent Hill’s house,  she despises spiders”. 

Tony looked at Maria, who was standing quite far away from Bert, cautiously watching him. “Don’t be scared Maria!” he exclaimed, “They’re gentle, come closer”. The agent’s eyes widened in fear and she rapidly shook her head which made a few of the Avengers chuckle. “Come on”, Tony encouraged. 

Maria looked around the room for an escape, but seeing that everyone in the room had conveniently blocked the exits she sighed and walked closer. “Go on and pet him”, Fury remarked, clearly amused at the situation. Agent Hill desperately wanted to refuse but she didn’t want to chicken out so she carefully held out a finger and ran it over the tarantula’s hairy body.

She wanted to puke.

“See! It’s not so bad!” Steve said, smiling at her. Still, the agent quickly pulled away. Spiders were definitely not her thing. “Yes, spiders are just as scared of humans and some humans are of them,” Tony began, “they’re quite shy actually but very gentle! They won’t hurt anybody unless they feel provoked-”

“What is it with you and spiders?” Bruce cut him off with a playful grin. The genius billionaire playboy philanthropist froze and all the humor initially on his features disappeared. Everyone noticed this change in behavior and Bruce fidgeted uncomfortably, believing he had upset his lab buddy. “I mean... you just speak of them a lot, do you have like a pet spider or something?”

Tony remained quiet but Natasha answered, “No, he doesn’t have any pets”. The group turned to the redheaded assassin and she shrugged, “What? I’m a spy, I know stuff”. 

A silence fell over once again, and it was interrupted by Tony. “Oh! I got a business meeting soon, see you guys later”, and with that, he turned and trudged away just as Phil Coulson walked in. Tony bumped into him, “Sorry Agent” he mumbled quietly before proceeding to walk out.

Phil shot Nick and Maria a confused look, and both returned it. The Avengers on the other hand knew for sure something was up.

The last time the Avengers wondered about Tony’s obsession with spiders was also the time they found out its cause. The entire team was just about to enter Tony’s lab.

“Sleep well spidey boy” are exactly the words the Avengers heard Tony whisper before they could walk into his lab. They all heard it, and looked around at each other for confirmation that they were hearing the right thing. They then proceeded to have a conversation right outside Tony’s work space. A quick one, in which they decided it was time to confront Tony about his spider problem. There was nothing wrong with loving them, but talking to a spider? This was unhealthy.

So they opened the door to the lab and walked in on a very surprised Tony Stark, his face paled, but he regained his composure. “Heyyyy, what’s up guys?” he asked, casually leaning against a wall. 

His superhero friends looked at him sadly and Steve stepped forward, “Tony, I think it’s time we talked about-” he was interrupted by a snore. Captain America agitatedly glanced back, “Can you guys please be serious?”, he requested. However, everyone behind him was looking confused.

Then a cough was heard, then another, it then developed into a coughing fit. Then there was silence. Until there wasn’t. “Oh shoot! I am so sorry Mr Stark, did I disturb yo-... OH MY GOD IT’S THE AVENGERS!”, a voice came from the ceiling. The group collectively looked up and saw a boy, no older than 16 with wavy brown hair and adorable doe brown eyes gaping at them.

Tony tiredly rubbed his eyes, “Hope you had a nice nap Peter,” he said, “Come down now”. The boy, Peter, obliged and hopped down from the ceiling without injuring himself. 

“How did you do that? Stick to the ceiling I mean” Bucky asked.

Peter looked at the super soldier and smiled brightly, “I’m spiderman!”, he practically yelled, “It’s what I do!”. The Avengers all looked at this young boy in shock. 

“The kid from Queens?” Wanda asked.

“Yea, the kid from Queens,” Rhodey confirmed, “Tony kept Peter a secret this whole time as so not to endanger him”. 

The billionaire nodded and smiled sheepishly, “Secrets out now I guess...” he murmured.

There was silence, it wasn’t awkward or comfortable. It was the kind of silence that hung in the air after a huge revelation... It was astounded silence.

Tony broke it, he placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder and began guiding him out the room, “Come on kid, let’s go get some cheeseburgers”. With that, they stepped out the lab and left the rest of the people still standing there, completely appalled.

Steve turned back to the group he had led into the lab, “Well... that kind of explains the interest in spiders I guess...”

@emma-elsa-0000 @lost-lunar-wolf @joyful-soul-collector @teammightypen @blerghfish @incorrect-spiderson @only-love-can @badmcuposts @cassiecasyl @savvysass 

[idorkish]

4 AM Cuddles Part 2

A/n: this is the second part. Again, , this is something I wrote back in 2016 on my original idorkish blog. I couldn't find it in the mess of posts from that, so I'm posting from scratch.

Part 1 Here

Tagged: @agustdowney

It had been a week since your departure from the Avengers’ Tower. You had told Natasha you were just going to visit some family for a while - which wasn’t a complete lie. That night you left, you had called Hank, and as predicted, he had offered you space at the mansion. You knew seeing your old team would be good for you. There were many times over the past years that you almost went back to them, but you knew you couldn't. You hadn’t wanted to use your powers anymore and no one in SHIELD knew, or at least they pretended not to know. Despite this, home was with the X-men and the students. 

You knew you didn’t have much time left before having to return to the Avengers, it was your job. The past week was spent reconnecting with your friends. You spent time with Piotr - drawing and painting together and helping the students in his classes. Other moments were spent with the girls - Jean & Ororo- shopping and gossiping. You also helped around with chores and classes, as needed. Charles insisted you use the time to rest but you loved helping with the children and they seemed to like you back. Most nights you spent in the lab with Hank. It was the most comforting place for you and you felt as if you had never left this space. Despite being close to other X-Men, everyone knew you and Hank were each other’s favorites.

The past week had been filled with nothing but joy and happiness. A few people questioned your real motives for returning but you dismissed them immediately. Charles and Jean were sure to know your real reasons but both kept their old promises of never invading your mind to poke around. Jean knew that with time, you would open up and tell what happened. Otherwise, she was glad to have one of her best friends back. 

You had at least another full week left before you would be forced to return. Knowing you would have to leave your family and friends again was hard and began to weigh on you. Late Thursday, you found your way to the roof of the mansion, your feet hanging over the sides. When younger, and still a student here, you would often find yourself up on the roof to get away from everyone. The quiet that came from being alone gave you time to think. You had taken off and immediately threw yourself into keeping yourself busy, that you never once gave yourself the time to think of what had happened and your next steps. Would you actually go back to the Avengers? You'd be forced to work with Tony and pretend that you never had an issue with him. You knew that if you went back, Natasha would figure everything out. The team wouldn't be the same. You could go back to being a normal agent, perhaps change office locations. But you loved being out in the field, fighting with the team was something you couldn't go back from. 

     Your other choice was to leave and stay at the Mansion. Charles would be more than willing to let you stay. You could work with the students in class or you could help Charles with admin things. Heck, you were sure Hank would be willing to make you his assistant if it meant you staying. The thought that disturbed you the most was that of running away from both and never returning. You knew you could leave in the middle of the night and they'd have a hard time finding you. Even with cerebro, it would take Charles time to find you and you'd be gone by the time they got there. 

“Bad day?” A voice called out making you scream and jump. 

You flailed about as you started to fall from the ledge back into the roof. The voice started laughing. 

“You ass,” you sighed when you realized the voice belonged to your blue ball of fuzz. “Damnit Fuzz, why do you enjoy sneaking up on me?” 

“Why do you insist on calling me Fuzz?” 

“I asked first, Hank.”

Hank walked toward you and helped you to your get before pulling you close and placing his hands on your waist. 

“Because, my dear, it is far too amusing and adorable to see you so lost in thought that you don't realize the amount of noise I do make to get your attention, yet you still get scared. So again, bad day?” 

Resting your forehead on his chest, all you could do was sigh and shrug. 

“Come on. You have to give me more than that.” 

You pulled away from your best friend and ran your hands down your face. 

“Just a lot to think about. I’ve made some bad choices lately and I’m not sure what to do anymore.” 

Hank stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you back to his chest. Instinctively your arms wrapped around his waist and you snuggled against him. He looked down at the woman in his arms and sighed as he rubbed your back. 

“I got an idea. What about an ice cream and movie night? Like we used to do. I’ll grab the ice cream and spoons, you pick the corniest movie you can find, then you can vent to your dear ol’ Fuzz.” 

You let out a smile and nodded your head against his chest. “That sounds perfect. Meet in your room?” 

“Meet you there in 20 ok?” 

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-Back at the Tower-

Natasha flopped down on the couch next to Clint and sighed. It had been a week since she had last seen her best friend and despite the messages that she was ok, Natasha couldn’t help but worry. 

“Ya know, if she says she’s ok, then you know she’s ok right?” Clint’s voice broke Natasha out of her thoughts and she nodded slowly. 

“I know, but it doesn’t feel right. She’s never talked about her family to me and we talk about everything. She would have told me something before taking off in the middle of the night while we’re all away. Do you think she’s in some sort of trouble?” 

It was not often that Natasha would show her worry. It was even rarer for Natasha to visibly be anxious. Clint sighed and grabbed her legs, pulling them onto his lap and massaging her calves slowly. 

“Tasha, calm down. Y/n is ok. She has another week before she’s back here. And we’ll probably see her at the party this weekend.” Throwing her head back against the sofa’s cushions, she let out a groan. 

“I forgot about that party! And we’ll be having ‘important people’, as Stark refers to them, there as well.” Clint let out a laugh and pushed her legs off his lap. 

“It’ll be fine. I got to go, training and all.”

Natasha half-heartedly waved at Clint. Pulling her phone, she shot off some quick messages. 

Tasha: y/n!!!! See you at the party right?! Miss you babe! :*

y/n: Tasha! <3 <3 Fingers crossed! Miss ya right back my baby spider! 

Tasha: Even if you aren’t here, help me pick out something, k? Skype? Pics? HELP! <3

y/n: Send me pics and I’ll help. I’m 90%  sure I’ll make it to the party. Pinky promise!

Tasha: Ugg, you’re killing me! I’m taking Wanda shopping tomorrow, we’ll send plenty of pics so be near your phone! OR ELSE

Y/n: lol I promise! I gotta get going. Need to help with dinner. LOVE YOU MI AMOR!

Natasha sighed and tossed her phone on the coffee table. She normally wouldn’t be this anxious but she knew something was off. Y/n would never keep things from her. Sighing, she shook her head. It would only be a few more days before the big party. She’d see Y/n there, for sure. Jumping to her feet, she made her way to the twins’ apartment area, “WANDA! We need to start planning for Saturday!”  

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After an hour of binging on ice cream and corny 80s movies, you had finally vented to Hank about everything that happened, although you decided not to mention names. You knew that Hank wasn’t the biggest fan of Tony Stark, and you didn’t want him to look at you differently. 

“So, you slept with a co-worker behind everyone’s back and behind his partner’s back? You know you’re my best friend, and I won’t judge you, but that was a mistake,” Hank pointed his spoon at you before grabbing another spoonful of ice cream. 

“I know Fuzz! That’s why I broke it off! I couldn’t do it anymore and I didn’t want it to be awkward, but then it became awkward! I really thought I was in love with him ya know? Then I realized I was just being used and I pulled away from him. But then he started getting all weird,” pausing you shoveled a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth and sighed.

 “...and? Cmon, I’ve let you go the whole week without me asking anything. You were pretty anxious on the phone when you called. I’m worried about you Boo.” 

You smiled and chuckled at the nickname. You had called him Fuzz from day one of being friends, it was a name only you could call him. It wasn’t until you forced him to watch Monster’s Inc that he started calling you Boo. Scooting closer, you rested your head on Hank’s arm and sighed.

 “Hank, I was falling in love with a man who was already taken. I convinced myself that he would leave her because he obviously wasn’t happy with her. I kept telling myself that it would all work out. It wasn’t until he proposed to her that it all came crumbling down, but he still kept coming to me,” you sniffled and wiped at your nose. 

Hank shook his head and pulled you to sit between his legs and his arms wrapped around you. There were no words he could say to make your heart heal and it was in moments like these that he felt helpless. “Boo...Y/n, despite what happened. Maybe it’s for the best,” he took a moment to think of his next words carefully, unsure as to how you would react, “What if you just came back here? With me..Well with us. It wasn’t that bad was it? I-I-we all miss you!” 

You sat between his legs, your head resting on his chest. You had sat like this so many times over the time of your friendship and it had been the most safe spot you could ever find. You moved your hand to his arm and slowly stroked at the blue fur.

“I’ve been thinking about that ya know. About staying. I was going to talk to Charles and see if I could just work at the school. I’m sure I could do the most good here. I wouldn’t need to use my powers as much here…” your voice drifted. You closed your eyes and felt Hank shift behind you. He moved you both so you were now laying on the bed, you laid on him and nuzzled your cheek to his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist.

 “Y/n, we would all love you to come back home. Let’s be honest, Charles would let you do nothing all day if it meant you came back. But it has to be because you want to be here and not because you’re running from your problems. It didn’t work well last time, it won’t work well this time. You’re my best friend, and you should know I love you more than anybody else. So when you’re sure about what you want, I will support you.” 

You wiped at the tears threatening to spill and nodded at his words. You knew what you had to do. Before you could come back to your family, you had to face your team. You couldn’t just abandon them. 

“Hank, there’s a party at work coming up. WIll you go with me? Pretty please? With cherries and sprinkles on top?” 

Hank gave a toothy grin and nodded, “Of course I will. We’ll make everyone jealous. I mean, cmon, Just look at me!” 

You looked up at his smirking face and both of you started laughing. 

“Let’s get some sleep, we’ll talk more in the morning,” Hank pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead and pulled you tightly against him. Giving him a nod, you relax in his arms. This was how you often found yourself falling asleep after missions. Being in his arms again was comforting, it was safe and felt like home. 

“I love you Fuzz.” 

“I love you too my little Boo.”

[thousandsunnywrites]

Hi there! First off, I wanted to say that you have an absolutely wonderful blog! I was wondering if you could maybe do some headcannons for Kid and Killer liking the same girl? Keep up the good work you beautiful human being!!!❤️

Hello! Thank you so much 😩💘 I really liked this idea so I incorporated it into a college au! that I just posted haha. hope you don’t mind, but the course of this ends with Killer/reader :-)

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artist unknown

Kid & Killer

Part 1 here

Kid was the cool boisterous kid in the engineering program, while Killer was the silent, homebody studying in the psychology department. When the two worlds collided, they became good friends--hell, best friends maybe. 

When Kid found out that a small fry like y/n wrote an article about him, he was flattered; but when he found out you analyzed the shit out of his love life--without his permission b t w and don’t let me get started on the barbaric descriptions-- he decides to pay the little journalist.

Killer shot you a text message, asking to meet at a bubbly tea cafe to work on some assignments from Ms. Robin, to which you said sure, sounds like a great idea.

Kid spotted you first. 

He backed you against the English building, figure completely looming over your seemingly small frame. “I-I a m s o s o r r y,” exasperated, knowing he was fuming over the bad article Robin decided to publish under anonymous, which didn’t work bc everyone knew about Kid’s bad litany of lovers. Your knees bucked underneath you, his face near yours to the point where he was breathing down your neck. This is how I’m gonna die h u h.

“Take it down. Who the fuck gave you permission to slander my name huh? Think you fucking know me because you know some of the girls I fuck? Huh? Which bitch told you?”

His string of questions and insults continued, your mind jumbled with ways of escaping the metal head. Maybe if I slip from under his arm. No, crap he can grab my neck. Maybe if I fake a phone call? No, he’s a druggie, not a dumbass. Maybe just lie. Yeah, that should do it.

“You even listening to me dipshit?”

Snapping out of your trance, you stood tall. No, I shouldn’t be scared of this fuckboy. If anything, he should be scared of me. Why should I ask Ms. Robin to take down my work? I worked hard on that and hell I’m proud of myself.

“Listen up here, goth wannabe.” The change of aura threw him off for a few seconds. As you stepped closer and closer to him, you jabbed your pointer on his chest with every phrase. “It’s not my fault you’re a fuckboy, alright? I did my analysis based on the prompts my professor wanted and I refuse to take crap from a privileged arrogant ass like you.”

You dusted off your jeans and brushed the hair back from your face, “Besides, my report doesn’t even mention your name, how sure are you that it’s really about you? If you felt attacked by my analysis, then that’s a personal problem. Now if you excuse me, I’m late to a meeting.” You shoved passed by him, leaving him gritting his teeth with his head hung low, knowing he lost. But, just because you lose doesn’t mean you should give up.

Something about you-- the sassiness, the boldness perhaps— draws him towards you. From that day forward, the tables have turned. From you stalking him to him stalking you, he turned to the mutual that helped create it all—Killer.

Killer did n o t want to be in the middle of this, should he help his best pal get closer to the girl he wants or should he be in love with the girl of his dreams and leave his best friend heartbroken? This is the first time Killer sees Kid genuinely interested in a girl, and not for a quick fuck.

Yardy know what Killer is gonna do— he meddles with his best friend’s love life. Kid, ignorant to Killer’s feelings, merrily goes along with the advice dished out. It’s not like you’d like him, right? Kid was a better choice between the two of them, and you should always be with the best.

You noticed the sudden change with Killer’s attitude— his sudden interest with Kid and his distance really made you wonder if your crush was gay. Well, that’s not good!

Kid frequently drops by your dorm to drop you his home cooked food, that’s really good btw, and self-care packages. Killer comes by and leaves by a flower with anonymous love letters attached to them. Genuinely believing Kid and Killer were a thing, you thought the gestures were very sweet. Still not the man you wanted, but sweet.

Kid and Killer frequently text you, Kid still unaware that Killer contacts you consistently as well. He’d gush and brag about the interactions you shared together to Killer, who just nods along quietly.

Kid takes you out on dates too. Pays for the movie, the snacks, even the dress! What a fucking simp.

Kid decides to confess to you, not before consulting Killer first.

“Imma tell her today after class. ‘M gonna bring her a whole bouquet too.” Kid nonchalantly packs up his shit, preparing his stunt.

“What?? Today today?”

“Yuh,” responded Kid, swinging his bag over his shoulder and cooly waving his hand as he exits the room. No, if Kid was doing it today, Killer decided, me too. I wanna see what happens if I try.

Killer was done pushing his feelings to the side. Why should he have to subdue his feelings for someone else, even if they’re his best pal? What if you like him back?

“Y/n! I have something to tell you!” Killer screamed across the empty halls, knowing the exact spot the metal head was taking you. Just in time, he saw Kid confess.

“We’d be such a power couple if you were my girl.”

A sweet, gentle giggle left your throat, a hand covering your bashful face. “You’re cool dude,” your hand outstretched to pat his shoulder, “but I don’t see you like that... more like a friend, you know? I hope we can still be friends. And if you want, we can act like this never happened.” You spouted options to alleviate the embarrassment and disappointment written on his face.

“Bitch just kidding,” flabbergasted, but trying hard to keep his composure, he punched your shoulder. “I was just saying, not like I’d go for a small fry like you.”

“Bitchass.”

Killer felt relief in his chest— wow, his friend got rejected and he felt relieved? Best Friend of the Century.

Later that night, he snuck into your dorm by the window like Spider-Man, effectively scaring the shit out of you. After calming down, he worms his way to your bed with a tiny smile across his features.

He studied your face in the moonlight— softly parted lush lips with glossy eyes that matched the slightly disheveled hair atop your head. It was perfect. Killer wringed his hands together painfully, working his courage.

Mumbling, he slipped a very rushed confession from the tip of his tongue, inaudible to the ear.

“Huh?”

“I mean... you don’t have to accept my feelings. I wanna let it off my chest but I really like you y/n.” He sucked a breath while shutting his eyes, anticipating rejection.

Holding his chin and delicately bringing his eyes to meet yours, you leaned in and planted his lips against yours, and fell backwards due to his sudden jolts.

He pulled away, frantically trying to process if that was real or just one of his hyper realistic wet dreams again.

“Y-you like me back?”

“Duh, why else would I kiss you?”

“O-oh.”

“Be mine then?”

“I already am.”

[jennifersylvesters]

birthday wishes

pairing: spider-man x fem!reader (?) word count: ~4.2k warnings: none A/N: this has literally been sitting in my drafts for about a year or so? i decided when i made this blog / wrote this fic that i would release it on august 10th. fun fact: mcu peter parker and i share a birthday which inspired this. hope you enjoy reading!

There wasn’t much you wanted for your birthday except one thing. One simple thing really. No material gifts compared to what you hoped for most. Keep the fancy gadgets and nice clothes. All you wanted was to meet Spider-Man. 

Except birthday wishes like these weren’t really simple, were they? Despite how simplistic it sounded, this was a huge deal. It was on par with asking Iron Man to fix your internet connection. Well, perhaps not so grand but quite unrealistic. No one could package up a hero and present them at a person’s door. 

So perhaps your birthday wish was more complicated than it sounded. Still you didn’t want to give up complete hope. Not when you knew someone who actually knew Spider-Man. Not when you knew Peter Parker might help make your birthday dream come true. 

You and Peter got along fairly well. Being lab partners helped you realize how nice he was. Though he was clearly the smartest kid in class, he never made you feel inferior about your abilities. The two of you were Facebook friends but that didn’t mean much. It was only a simple click to accept an online friendship; it was an entirely different thing to casually ask for a huge favor especially when it came to Spider-Man.

Despite Peter’s friendly nature, he clammed up when conversation turned to superheroes. He never engaged in Flash’s goading that there was no way he had met Spider-Man. Even in amicable conversations about favorite Avengers, he just shrugged and kept quiet. Everything about his Stark internship was kept private, and you wanted to respect his boundaries. 

The connection between Peter and Spider-Man never would’ve crossed your mind if it hadn’t been for your friend, Tyler. He was the schemer who insisted you ask Peter about the hero. “C’mon! I’m sure Peter would help us! It’d be so cool to see Spider-Man at your party! Can you imagine? No one else could pull that off!” 

You avoided asking your classmate - both out of shame and embarrassment - and the excuse of summer break helped immensely. You chalked it up to needing to speak with Peter in person for this sort of thing and that he’d be too busy with his own summer plans. That was until you ran into him and Ned at your favorite coffee shop. 

Immersed in your book, you glanced up hearing a familiar voice call out your name. You looked up from your table, spotting Ned and Peter at the cream and sugar counter. Ned waved enthusiastically while Peter politely smiled.

A nudge in your shoulder prompted you to turn towards your friend. While you came to the cafe to work, Tyler was there to goof off under the pretense of “moral support”. “Perfect timing. Ask him” Tyler encouraged. Shaking your head, you ignored your friend’s suggestion. Instead you just smiled and waved at the two boys. “If you won’t do it, then I will.” The smile vanished as Tyler stood up and headed towards the pair. You followed him, begging for him to let it go knowing he would do what you wouldn’t. 

“Hey! What’s up, guys?” Tyler greeted the duo, doing an intricate handshake with both of them. You stood slightly behind, marveling at how these boys could complex handshakes yet couldn’t remember basic math. 

“Hey, Tyler. Hey, Y/N. What’s up?” Ned grinned before taking a sip of his drink. 

“Well, Y/N is here trying to finish the summer reading while I’m enjoying this nice day and my Instagram feed.” You rolled your eyes as he nudged you with a laugh. “Personally, I think she needs to have more fun and excitement, don’t you?” The boys shrugged casually, unaware of Tyler’s plan. Your friend clapped his hand on your back, and you dreaded the next words to come out of his mouth. 

“So...Peter. Y/N has something they want to ask you” Tyler began mischievously. You smacked his arm, but his plan was already in motion. You glanced at Peter who wore a confused yet curious expression. “In case you didn’t know, Y/N’s birthday party is coming up. You guys got the Facebook invite, right?” The boys nodded in unison. “Not sure if you know, but there’s only one thing she wants for her party. And she’s been wanting it for a while.” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes again. While you knew Tyler could be dramatic, he was taking this to the next level. 

“There’s only one person she really wants to see for her birthday. And she thinks they’re totally cool and amazing...And it’s Spider-Man!” At Tyler’s words, Peter froze up as his mouth dropped open in surprise. “You know him, right?” 

Despite his open mouth, nothing came out from Peter. Ned nervously glanced at his best friend before turning to you, back to Peter, and then to Tyler who seemed unfazed by Peter’s shock. Ned shook Peter gently, which seemed to break him out of his thoughts. 

“I, uh...I guess I know him?” Peter managed to finally stammer out. Ned began looking around, avoiding eye contact with you and Tyler. 

“Right! And we were hoping you could make Y/N’s birthday by having him swing in.” 

You elbowed Tyler at this. He made it sound like you wanted Spider-Man to just stop by briefly for an appearance and then leave once photos were taken. That wasn’t the birthday wish you had in mind. But you knew it was difficult enough to even get in contact with the hero that you kept quiet at your friend’s plan. 

“I, er...I don’t know? I don’t see him that often, you know? You know how it is...Spider-Man. He’s...Busy...A busy guy...Man. Guy man.” Peter looked uncomfortable with the whole situation, his hands fidgeting as he bounced slightly. Either Tyler was blind or he really wanted Spider-Man at your party. 

“And that’s why Y/N was hoping you’d help her out. Dude, you gotta admit it’d be dope seeing him there!”

Peter nervously glanced at you. During this whole ordeal you kept quiet letting Tyler lead the conversation. His look seemed to ask your opinion, wanting you to say something.

“I mean, I know it’s probably crazy” you admitted slowly, feeling the blush spread on your face. “But that would be really awesome if you could do it, Peter.” Everything about this scenario was a long shot. You braced yourself for the rejection. Instead Peter’s answer surprised you.  

“I’ll ask him.” Ned’s eyes widened, almost dropping his cup. 

“Really?” You and Tyler asked at the same time. Peter nodded tensely. Tyler whooped while a smile spread on your face. 

“I mean, he might say no. But I can ask him” Peter added, but neither of you cared. It was one step closer to Spider-Man that you wouldn’t have accomplished without his help. 

“We’ll take that. You’re awesome, man!” Tyler beamed as the two of them exchanged in another handshake. The tension hadn’t lifted from Peter’s expression, but he managed to force a smile.

With your excitement at an all time high, you couldn’t help but throw your arms around Peter. Though initially startled, he hugged you back. 

“Thanks! I mean it. You have no idea what this means to me. You’d be my hero” you gushed before pulling away. 

“In more ways than one” Ned whispered so that only Peter could hear. His face turned red from the comment, but you and Tyler were too busy freaking out to notice. 

Within mere days everyone began asking if Spider-Man really was showing up to your party. No surprise Tyler’s big mouth was to blame. It was difficult to respond since you genuinely didn’t know. The last thing you wanted to do was get anyone’s hopes up, especially your own. You hadn’t gotten any confirmation about Spider-Man, and you were beginning to wonder if you ever would. 

There hadn’t been any updates from Peter that you wondered if he only said he would ask to get Tyler off his back. You knew how persistent your friend could be that it wouldn’t be surprising if Peter lied to him. Yet that attitude didn’t seem like Peter.

Drumming your fingers on your favorite sofa chair, you wondered if you should message Peter. You didn’t want to bother him, but everyone had been pestering you for a definite answer. Turned out you didn’t need to message him as he walked into the cafe. 

While you were nervous about his response, you decided to bite the bullet. Once he grabbed his drink from the bar, you rushed over. “Hey there” you greeted him from behind. Peter, clearly unaware of your presence, yelped and spilled his iced coffee.

You winced at his reaction. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” 

He placed the cup down, grabbing napkins. “It’s fine.” You grabbed a couple napkins as well, offering them his way. The boy shot you a grateful smile. 

“So how are things? I mean, besides this spill.” You chuckled nervously as you watched him dab the coffee on his shirt. Maybe you shouldn’t have approached him until he finished capping his coffee. “I can get you another cup if you want” you offered but he shook his head. 

“Really, it’s totally fine” he insisted. Tossing the used napkins in the garbage, he surveyed the mess. It wasn’t too bad with his dark shirt, but it was definitely still damp. Peter let out a sigh, before dabbing napkins on his shirt once more.

As you watched him, guilt washed over you. Not just for the coffee spill but for putting Peter in a weird position. The two of you weren’t close so he wasn’t obligated to help you out. Yet you and Tyler used Peter’s kind nature to your advantage. Something about that felt, well, selfish. You didn’t want to use him this way, not even if that meant meeting Spider-Man. 

“I’m sorry about me and Tyler” you burst out. “He, well, we shouldn’t have done that.” Peter glanced up from his shirt at your apology. He looked like he wanted to say something, but you continued. 

“I mean, he knows it’s the only thing I want for my birthday this year. And I just wanna meet Spider-Man so bad. He shouldn’t have involved you though. I know you don’t really like talking about that stuff. I think we were just getting desperate about the whole thing, y’know? We shouldn’t have done that. I’m really sorry again!” When you finished, you took a deep breath. It hadn’t been your intention to apologize, but the words rushed out. 

“Y/N, it’s fine. Really.” You opened your mouth to apologize again, but stopped when he waved his hand. “I mean it. You don’t have to apologize.” 

Peter glanced away, staring down at his shirt before looking at the counter. He looked so lost in thought, fighting certain ideas in his head. You weren’t sure what to make of the situation. 

“Peter, are you-”

“He’ll be there” he cut you off as he finally looked up. 

“Huh?”

“Spider-Man. He’ll be at your party. Sorry, I...I should’ve told you sooner.” 

“Really?!” It was hard for you to contain your surprise and excitement.

“Yeah. I, uh, talked to Spider-man, and he said he’d definitely swing by.” You squealed happily before jumping up and down. Spider-Man was going to be at your party. You were finally going to meet him. Your birthday wish was coming true.

You stopped jumping upon feeling people’s stares before gently holding Peter’s forearm.

“Thanks. I mean it. And, hey, you’re coming too, right?” you asked. As excited as you were for Spider-Man, you wanted Peter to be there as well. 

Peter scratched the back of his neck. “I dunno. My Aunt May kinda has this...Well, it’s this thing. Don’t know if I can miss it. 

“Oh.” You heard the disappointment in your voice. “Well, you should definitely stop by if you can. I think it’ll be a lot of fun!” Pulling Peter into a hug, you rested your head on him. “Peter, thank you so much!” You felt his breath in your hair as he told you not to mention it. You knew that you wouldn’t forget this favor ever. 

You waited for Spider-Man to show up. In fact, everyone who came showed up excited to see the masked superhero. No one cared about the cake or music when he’d be swinging in soon. 

After an hour, you had a sinking feeling that something was amiss. Someone turned on the news to see if Spider-Man was busy saving the city. Nothing. Someone commented he might be in space. But it didn’t make sense for him to be there when he said he’d be in New York. When he’d be at your birthday party.

Two hours later, it was clear Spider-Man was a no show. Your heart sank knowing he wouldn’t be coming. You had been so excited, so ready. You wore your favorite outfit, thinking it might even impress him. But now there was no one to impress. 

While no one said it to your face, you overheard some party goers grumbling about the false promise of Spider-Man. You weren’t sure which stung more: their comments or the truth that Spider-Man wasn’t there.  

You tried to have a good time despite everything. No one brought up Spider-Man to you, afraid that you might cry at the mention. No one wants to see the birthday girl sobbing on her special day. 

Eventually people left when it got late. They wished you a happy birthday, telling you they had fun. Whether or not that was the truth, you had absolutely no clue. But you knew they hadn’t been as miserable as you. Tyler was the last to leave, hugging you tightly and insisting your birthday party had been amazing. 

As you stood in your backyard, you sighed at all the food left on the table. People ate most of it but a couple slices of cake and an array of cupcakes remained. You began slowly cleaning, wondering where Spider-Man could’ve been that day. 

“Hey there.” You screamed, frightened by the surprise voice. Turning around, you gasped. There he was. Spider-Man, shifting awkwardly between poses, stood on the other side of the yard. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” Clutching your chest, you tried to relax your heart rate after being almost scared to death. 

“Y-You’re Spider-Man” you stammered out, taking in the sight of the super hero. 

He cleared his throat before nodding. “Yup. That’s me. Spider-Man.” His voice was considerably deeper than before as if he was trying to conceal himself. 

“You’re really here.” Even as he stood in front of you, it was hard to believe that the masked hero was really in your backyard. 

“I am.” He nodded again. “I just...Wanted to apologize for not showing up sooner.” Spider-Man was standing in front of you apologizing. That definitely didn’t happen every day. 

“It’s...It’s fine.” 

“If it makes you feel better, I, uh, wasn’t hanging out with Peter either. I was just...busy.” You wondered what he was busy with before realizing it wasn’t your business. Even if he wasn’t on television, it didn’t mean he wasn’t doing other superhero tasks.

“Ah, yeah. Saving the world. You know - the usual.”

He laughed, and you couldn’t help but smile. You managed to make Spider-Man laugh. How many people could say that? “Yeah, the usual.” He paused, before scratching the top of his head. “I figured I should at least stop by and say happy birthday since it’s a pretty special day.” 

“It’s midnight” you mumbled. You hadn’t meant to say anything, but you wanted to get it off your chest. 

He turned his head to the side, almost as to stare at you quizzically. “It’s midnight” you repeated, voice slightly louder. “It’s just...It’s not my birthday anymore. It’s the day after.” You felt like a spoiled child, whining to someone who saved people. He wasn’t some entertainer who could show up whenever. Still, the emotions of how rotten you felt during your party bubbled to the surface.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Y/N." He reached out before pulling back, seeming nervous to touch you. That you might lash out. That you might yank away from his grasp. That you might fall apart. 

"Don’t...Don’t worry about it" you attempted to brush off your slight bitterness and sadness towards the situation. At this point, there was nothing you or the superhero could do. Not like either of you could turn back time like Doctor Strange. 

“But I made a promise. I should’ve kept it.” All you could do was shrug. 

This wasn’t how you envisioned meeting Spider-Man. In fact, you assumed you’d be shrieking about his presence. Yet you felt strangely calm around him, like you could say what you wanted. Maybe that’s why you pointed out it was no longer your birthday. 

“This looks like it was amazing though” he insisted as he gestured to the backyard. It did look great. You spent the day getting everything into place, hoping to impress the superhero. Twinkling lights were strung around neatly with balloons tied up. As he pointed out how great the details were, you blushed. 

“I mean, look at this. Cupcakes and a cake? That’s-Well that’s really impressive!” Unable to stop yourself, you laughed at his comment. He took one of the cupcakes, peering at the decoration placed on top. "Happy birthday Y/N...And Peter?" he read off slowly.

"Oh. Yeah. It was Peter's birthday, too. Did he not tell you?" You assumed if Peter was close enough to Spider-Man, his heroic friend would know that detail. 

"I mean, I knew. But I didn't know that you knew...His birthday. I didn't know that you knew about that" he stammered out.

"Yeah. Found out freshman year. Plus it’s on his Facebook profile. I figured after his party, he might drop by mine with you" you shrugged, trying to remain as nonchalant as possible.

“I-He never said he was having a party.”

“Huh?” you asked, face scrunching up in confusion by his comment.

“Well, Peter said he didn’t tell you he was having a party. He figured...You might feel bad if you knew.” 

“Not sure why he’d feel bad. It’s his birthday too. Or, well, was. If he’s celebrating his own way, who am I to stop that?”

"Oh." Spider-Man stood still before falling into a nearby seat. “Huh.”

“Are you okay?” He seemed a bit off by your admission. Was it something you said? Was it something you did? Or maybe he was just parched from crime fighting?

“No...Yes! I mean, yeah. I’m fine!” He waved his hand, assuring you he was alright.

A silence fell over the backyard as the two of you nervously stared at the ground. 

“I just wanted you to know...” you started, trying to figure out how to phrase your words properly. This was why you wanted to meet him so badly, why you wanted him for your birthday. You wanted to express yourself properly. 

“Yeah?” You looked up to see Spider-Man looking at you. Even with the mask, you could feel his gaze on your face. 

“Um, I just wanted to thank you. I know you probably don’t remember, but you saved my dog a couple months back. And before then, you helped out one of my neighbors. You’re just...You’re this amazing person and I just think you’re awesome for everything you do. It just...It really means a lot.” You let out a breath, your face heating up. 

He didn’t say anything, just gazed back down. You copied his action, hoping he would break the stillness hanging in the air. 

“Ah, well, it was nothing. Just doin’ my job” he finally concluded. 

“Well, it wasn’t just nothing to me.” You weren’t sure how he could just disregard how amazing he was. Putting his life on the line to help others wasn’t easy yet he did it every day. It was comforting to know someone was looking out for the community. Looking out for you. 

You weren’t sure if it was the rush of the emotions or just plain rashness, but you walked over to where he sat. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you leaned over and kissed his cheek. As you pulled away, you realized how insane this was. You had just kissed Spider-Man. Your eyes widened and you stepped back. 

He placed his hand where you kissed his masked face.

“Just a way of showing my thanks” you explained, your face heating up. Oh. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that. 

“Oh. Okay.” He seemed dumbfounded, like he was still trying to process what just occurred. “That’s a...That’s nice. Or, well, that was nice. Nice thing.” The corners of your mouth tugged up as he began babbling about the kiss. 

“I should go. It’s getting pretty late so...” He stood up and stumbled back before rubbing the back of his head and chuckling. The sound made you smile and giggle. He gave you a thumbs up, which made you giggle harder. 

He wished you a good night and one final happy birthday before swinging away from your backyard. The smile on your face lingered as you buried your face in your hands The moment hadn’t been what you expected, but it was everything to you. 

As summer winded to an end, you couldn’t help but repeat the moment in your mind. You scrutinized about every detail. Maybe you shouldn’t have pointed out it was midnight. You should’ve offered him cupcakes to take home. Was he alright with you kissing him even if it was on the cheek? Or did he think you were some huge weirdo who couldn’t even thank a person normally? But he seemed to have liked it? Maybe even enjoyed it?

These constant thoughts bombarded your mind. In fact you had been at your favorite cafe shop for an hour and still hadn’t progressed with your book reports. 

A gentle tap on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts. Looking up, you saw Peter standing next to you gently rocking on the balls of his feet. You smiled at your classmate who clutched his drink tighter. 

“Hey, Peter. What’s up?”

“Hey, Y/N. Uh, nothing much. Nothing much.” Despite his attempt to act casual, his words rushed together and could barely make eye contact with you. 

“So...” you started, hoping he would say something. 

“So...” he mirrored you, still avoiding your gaze. 

“Well, happy belated birthday.” You studied him carefully, how his ears turned pink before he nodded rapidly. 

“Oh. Uh, thanks. You too.”

“Thanks.” Usually conversation with Peter was fairly easygoing yet this one was like pulling teeth. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your party” he finally spoke, an apologetic look on his face when he made eye contact.  

“Hey, it’s no biggie.” You waved off his apology. Since it was his birthday too, he had no obligation to attend your party. You didn’t hold it against him, not when he helped deliver one of the best gifts of all time. 

“I mean, I should’ve shown up” he insisted. “I heard it was nice.”

“Well, if a couple complaints about Spider-Man not showing up is nice, then I guess it was.” Seeing panic in his face, you quickly continued. “But he showed up in the end. It was after the party, but I’m just glad he came at all.” Thoughts of Spider-Man flooded back that you couldn’t help but blush. 

“Yeah...He said you were really cool” Tom casually mentioned despite his face reddening. 

“Really?” You perked up at this news before realizing how excited you sounded. Was that too desperate? 

“Yeah, he said...He said you were really awesome. And he apologized for showing up late.” You glanced down, smiling to yourself. You were glad to know that you left a good impression with him. 

“It was the best gift I received.” Thinking about how you kissed Spider-Man’s cheek, you wondered what it would be like to kiss the man behind the mask. How the hero might kiss you.  

“If that was the only time I’ll get to ever talk to Spider-Man” - you paused, letting your words sink in before continuing- “then I don’t care about his timing. I’m just happy that he showed up.” 

“You’ll see him around again.” Peter sounded confident in his words. You smiled sadly knowing that it was true. But you wanted to see him the same way you saw him that night. You wanted that personal moment, not just a brief stint shared with other New Yorkers. 

“Probably not as close as before though. And I’d hate it if we only met again because I was being robbed or something” you laughed. 

“I mean, you never know. He’s always around the neighborhood. Probably, uh, closer than you think.” There was something in Peter’s tone, encouragement not to give up hope. And you wanted nothing more than to take it. 

“Maybe you’re right.” You and Peter shared a smile before he cleared his throat and looked away. It escaped your notice that his cheeks were tinged pink. 

“Well, uh, just wanted to say hi. And happy belated birthday. That too, yeah” Peter fumbled out as he raised his iced coffee up and then took a sip. You wished him a happy belated birthday again and he grinned widely. 

“See you at Midtown Tech next week.” He bobbed his head repeatedly before giving you a wave and heading out. As you began working on your revisions, you had no idea how right Peter was about Spider-Man’s presence.

tags list: @sleepybesson, @sophiatomlinson23, @supernatural-girl97, @tomhaz

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You (Tom Holland)

[Tom Holland x Reader] One shot

Warning: Anxiety Attack, do not read if you are triggered by those. 

Summary: Tom and you are at the mall on his rare day off when a group of fans swarms the two of you, overwhelming Tom. 

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I love this and Tom makes my heart pull for him. 

You and Tom had been walking around the mall together for about three hours now. Today was one of the rare days that you guys got to just spend the day together, without Tom filming for Marvel or your job. Tom had refused to let go of your hand the entire trip, not that you wanted him to. Whenever you were around your boyfriend, he made you feel warm and bubbly, he made everything brighter. You were about to ask him if he wanted to share a pretzel when a teenage girl came up to you and started to talk to Tom.

She looked to be about sixteen and was wearing a Spider-man hoodie, she had blonde hair a big glasses. This was the first time you had been with Tom when he was being recognized in a public place. You couldn’t help the smile as you saw Tom hug the small girl, you even took a few pictures of them. The young girl had said her goodbyes and gave him another quick hug before walking in the other direction.

Tom quickly grabbed your hand and continued walking toward the Barnes and Noble’s when a crowd of teenagers started to close in on the both of you.

“I’ve never had this many people around me without anyone to manage the crowd.” Tom said as he gripped your hand a little bit tighter. You started to rub your thumb over the back of his knuckles, attempting to sooth him.

You knew he loved his fans, but you also knew how his anxiety was. His mother told you about it the first time you met her, she taught you what to do if he ever had an anxiety attack and you had a feeling you were going to have to use it.

The thought of Tom being over whelmed made you feel stressed. You wanted to help him and make him feel safe, secure and happy, you couldn’t do that if he was having an anxiety attack. So, you continued to comfort him until the crowd of teenagers closed in on the two of you and started to ask for pictures with either the two of you or just Tom. He of course said yes, not wanting to disappoint anyone.

“Tom, you can say no love. It’s your day off.” you leaned into to his ear. You tightly gripped his hand as he started to talk to the tens of people who came up to him. By the minute the crowd began to grow, making you feel more and more scared for the well-being of your boyfriend. He was starting to bit his bottom lip, which you know was his tell of being stressed out. You started to panic when his chest caved in.

You knew that he was having trouble breathing from the look on his face. His eyes were have slightly closed and he looked extremely pale. You were about to take him away from all the loudness when a girl ripped your hand away from his. You were pushed toward the middle of the circle surrounding Tom, you looked over to him and you felt your heart break.

He was finally showing the sadness on his face as he glanced down at his hand then looked around for you. He looked like he was trying to say something, but he couldn’t, he was hurting and that caused you to hurt knowing that. You felt the weight of your chest from worrying about him drop to your feet and hold you in place. You felt like you couldn’t move, you needed to move.

Tom needed you to move.

“I need everyone to move out of my way.” You said at the top of your lungs. The crowd of girls quickly cleared out of your way as you crossed over to your boyfriend. You gently grabbed his hand and lead him towards the bookstore as you explained to the teens that this was Tom’s day off and he wanted to have some free time, not that he didn’t love them. He just needed sometime to breath before he and the rest the cast went on the films press tour.

The teens looked like they understood what you were saying but a few of them were giving you a smug look as you guided your boyfriend away from them. You shook it off, even though it did make you feel bad for the girls who were just trying to meet the guy that they were in love with. All they wanted was a conversation and a picture. But you knew Tom couldn’t handle that, he was going through a major attack right now.

When you looked back at him, he was staring blankly at the wall, but his eyes were telling a completely different story. His eyes were anxious, wanting to leave all of the problems that he was having but he couldn’t. You knew that you had to pull him back, so you sat him down in a chair by the Starbucks there and leaned over so that your face was in his line of vison.

“Tom, take a deep breath in.” you said calmly, quiet enough to not disturb anyone else but loud enough for him to hear you. He looked into your eyes and you saw how upset he was. He looked flustered and tense. You felt your chest concave because of how sad he looked, it made you want to pull him into your chest and hold him, but he needed to breath. “Baby, you have to breathe!” you pleaded with him.

He eventually started breathing deeper and you saw the color start to return in his face. A wave of relief washed over you as you realized what was happening. Your heart wasn’t as heavy, but it was still hurting seeing the guy you love in distress. Quickly, you tried to remember what his mom taught you, but the questions were coming to you slowly. You decided to ask the ones you knew while you prayed the rest would come to you later.

“Name one thing you see.” You said calmly with your knee on his leg trying to sooth him. His eyes darted around the room as he kept looking at different things. His eyes wouldn’t focus on one thing, instead he was glancing from spot to spot. “Tom, concentrate on one thing. Name one thing you see.” His eyes started to slow down and you saw his irises settle.

“A table.” You looked at where he was staring at. He then glanced at you, his eyes filled with fear. His mom told you that he would say something related to furniture. So, you went to ask the next question but were cut off when Tom laid his hand over yours. You felt your heart leap in your chest as you realized that he wanted to hold your hand.

“Ok, good. Name one thing you smell.” You said looking at his face. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose. He exhaled slowly, his body shaking as he scrunched his eyes together forcefully. When he recognized the smell, he seemed to relax.

“Coffee” he said before opening his eyes and looking into yours. You opened your mouth to ask the second to last question, but Tom leaned forward, almost as if he was going to kiss you. You wanted to kiss him, oh boy did you want to kiss him, but you needed to make sure he was calm.

“Name one thing you hear.” You said softly, tilting your face slightly as you questioned him.

“My heart beating.”

“Ok, name one thing you love.” You knew he was going to say his family. That was what his mom said that he always answered. He looked at your face and answered the question.

“You.” The one word made you explode with happiness, he made your heart slam against your chest. You wanted to scream of excitement. You were about to proclaim your love for him back, but you were cut off by his lips attack yours. You should be used to the feeling of his mouth pressed against yours but every time he kissed you, he found a way to make it different. It was so appealing to you, he made every kiss unique and special.

In the end, Tom Holland was the man of your dreams, anxiety attacks and all.

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Aspects & Fanfics Ep. 6: The Moment of Truth and the Moment of Wrath

Sixth entry of the Aspects & Fanfics blog, based on the “Sanders Sides” series by Thomas Sanders and Joan. References are made to previous entries so if you want to read them, you can click right here. In this entry I introduce anoher new original Side. I hope it’s okay. Other characters are going to do something surprising. And some plots that have been seeded in previous entries are going to start blooming right now. As always, thank you to anyone who reads, follows or reblogs, and I hope I can make justice.

SYNOPSIS: Joan comes to Thomas’ house. They and Talyn have suffered a queerphobic verbal attack and Joan needs to vent on Thomas. Thomas’ reaction surprises everyone and he goes on a rampage of anger and wrath that is only stopped when Virgil, on Deceit’s demand, puts Thomas into a panic attack. When he recovers, a new Dark Side, Wrath, shows up, and he’s up to no good. It will be the time for everyone to let the cat out of the bag and uncover the evil force that threatens Thomas’ very existence.

WARNINGS: Some scenes are intensely dark, even horrifying, including references to spiders, though these moments are brief. There are also mentions to queerphobia incidents that may be hurting to someone. The new Side I’m introducing is perhaps the darkest character you’d see from here at moments. He’s gonna be truly threatening at times, so be warned if that’s a trigger to you. I tried to balance the dark moments with cute, funny and heartwarming moments too, but these moments are there and I had to warn. I hope I’m not forgetting anything else. If I did, now or in previous entries, I’m sorry and I’ll try better next time.

EPISODE INDEX

THOMAS: What is up, everybody? Okay, time for another video. You know that I enjoy chemistry a lot, so I’m gonna share my passion with you all and we’re gonna talk about the unique properties of… [happy yelling opening arms] actinoids! You know what elements are actinoids? They’re…

[someone knocks at the door]

THOMAS: Oh, the door… Just when this was getting fun…

[intro sequence]

[they knock at the door again]

THOMAS: [yelling to the door] Okay, I’m coming, I’m coming! [low voice] I’ll turn this off…

[Thomas makes the gesture of turning the camera off, although the video keeps rolling without him noticing. Then he goes off-screen to open the door]

THOMAS: [voice] Oh, Joan, what’s up? I didn’t expect you to… [worried] Are you okay?

JOAN: [sad voice] No, I’m not, Thomas… May I come in?

THOMAS: Of course you can.

JOAN: Thanks, dude.

[Joan enters the living-room, they notice the camera]

JOAN: Oh, you were doing a video?

THOMAS: Yes, but that can wait. Now, what’s the problem, Joan?

PATTON: [rising up] Yes, kiddo, tell us. If we can help, count on us, too.

JOAN: [startled] Oh! I had forgotten… Hello, Patton. I don’t know if I’ll ever get accustomed to…

THOMAS: It’s okay, Joan. You can talk to them as freely as you would talk to me. They’re me, after all, and when you talk to me, you’re talking to them anyway through me…

JOAN: I got a little lost but I think I got you… Okay, Thomas… But shouldn’t they all be here, then? I don’t have courage to tell the story several times…

THOMAS: If you want, I’ll bring them all here. [calling] Logan, Roman, Virgil, Honesty!

[They all rise up, except Virgil who appears suddenly. Virgil appears with his hair disheveled, wearing a purple pajama and he’s holding a stuffed spider. He has sleepy eyes, has the old light eye-shadow under his eyes and looks grumpy.]

THOMAS: Whoa, Virgil, did we get you out of bed? It’s four pm.

VIRGIL: Four pm!? It’s too early, I’ve only been sleeping for two hours!

THOMAS: You’ll go to bed later, Virgil, we have an important issue ahead of us and we need all of… By the way, do you sleep with your eye-shadow on? That’s not good for the skin.

VIRGIL: Huh? [he pulls out a mirror and looks at himself, then throws it to a side, with a crashing sound and frowns at Thomas, offended] Rude… This is not eye-shadow… These are my natural eye-bags.

THOMAS: Whoops, I’m so sorry.

PATTON: [scared] Virgil, why did you break that mirror? It’s seven years of bad luck!

VIRGIL: I like to live my life wildly… [he yawns]

THOMAS: Insomnia?

VIRGIL: Just different sleeping patterns. I’m a panther, remember? I’m a nocturnal feline, and you always have to bring up your issues in the middle of the afternoon when I’m in the middle of my REM phase. That’s why I always have to cover my eye-bags with make-up.

ROMAN: If that’s the reason, why don’t you use proper makeup to hide them instead of heightening them? I could give you some tips in beauty makeup if you want…

VIRGIL: I don’t cover them to hide them, Roman. My eye-bags are just not dark enough and I want to deliver only the best in edginess.

ROMAN: Fair enough…

VIRGIL: [suddenly changed to his usual outfit with the proper dark eye-shadow and the hair properly combed as usual on him, he pulls out a glass of iced coffee and drinks from it] Okay, I’m ready. Sup, Joan.

ROMAN: Oh, greetings Joan.

LOGAN: Salutations, friend.

HONESTY: Good afternoon, gentle-person.

PATTON: [over the top cuteness] Hello, my most wonderful child!

THOMAS: Patton, you had already greeted them.

PATTON: [still over the top loving face] I know, but I hadn’t put effort the first time!

JOAN: [bittersweet chuckle] Hello, everyone…

LOGAN: Now, what’s the issue that is upsetting you?

JOAN: [sighs] This morning, I was going with Talyn to buy some clothes. I had seen a neat black skirt that you should have seen, it was really cool. I showed Talyn, saying “How would I look?” They were saying “awesome”, of course, when I heard mumbling from a couple of guys next to me saying “What a weirdo he is, trying a skirt. Does he think he’s like a girl or something?”

PATTON: Wow! Rude much?

JOAN: Before I could say anything, Talyn jumped in my defense, saying “They look much better than how you will ever look with whatever rags you’d decide to wear with your bad taste, you morons!”

ROMAN: Good for Talyn! They know how to fight!

JOAN: These guys answered “You’re not exactly the most indicated to give lessons about taste in dressing, little midget!” I answered “Leave them alone, you motherf… [bleep]!” “Them?”, they said mockingly. “There’s only her, you and us. Is your brain nonfunctional enough so that you think there are two women in here? Or are you two of those freaks that don’t accept the genitals they were born with?”

LOGAN: Wow, talk about nasty…

JOAN: Talyn, then, surprising even me, shouted “Genitals like these?” and kicked him in the… you know where, making him bend in pain. Then Talyn whispered with an angry voice, “I may be a midget and I may be a freak, but I know how to shut up a tall idiot like you. Get out of our sight now before I call the security guards.”

HONESTY: Violence should never be the answer, but I can’t do anything other than applaud Talyn. These yobs were calling for it.

JOAN: When they were leaving, the other one said “You think you’re better than us for choosing to be called and dress different than us, but you’re only a bunch of freaks, and no one other than freaks like you is ever gonna take you seriously! You f… [bleep] freaks!” I had to hold Talyn because they made a gesture of running after them. When one of the security guards approached us, they ran away. He asked if we were okay, and I said that everything was fine… I wasn’t okay, of course, but what else could I say?

THOMAS: [horrified] My goodness gracious… I’m so sorry you two had to go through this…

JOAN: I haven’t stopped feeling bad ever since that incident.

VIRGIL: No wonder…

JOAN: Talyn kicked these jerks physically, but then they kicked us verbally, right in our souls. And that hurts more than anything. I… I felt invalidated. I know these two are a couple of idiots, and normally I would have just ignored them, but what I thought was: Is this going to be forever? Is this going to happen every time I meet disrespectful people? Will I have to justify my feelings and my self-identity all the time till I’m gone? I felt so f… [bleep] …d up. I haven’t stopped feeling like that all day. Talyn has told me to let it go, but I needed to share it with you too.

LOGAN: Joan, you said it yourself, these two were a couple of idiots, and you shouldn’t let their nasty manners affect you. Not everybody is like them. There are more people like them, of course, but there are also plenty of people who would respect you and accept you as you are. I haven’t had time to count them or to create statistics, but I’d dare to say that nice people are the majority. It’s just that mean people are louder about it.

PATTON: And you and Talyn are both wonderful people just the way you are. There’s no need for you to justify yourself over anyone. That’s something to be done by criminals or bad doers, and you haven’t done anything bad at all. You are what you are, and you are great.

JOAN: Thank you, guys.

HONESTY: Don’t mention.

[Thomas then hugs Joan and squeezes them for a few seconds. When he finally releases them, he’s frowning with an expression of huge upset]

THOMAS: I’m so mad, you guys. If there’s one thing that can make me angry is someone doing something mean to my friends. It’s my weak spot. [suddenly yells angry] I could break anything!

JOAN: [concerned] Okay, buddy, calm down. Don’t worry because of me, please.

THOMAS: [he starts showing an agitated breathing due to his anger] I can’t, Joan! I just can’t! If I had been there… If only I had been there…!

LOGAN: [worried] Thomas, calm down!

THOMAS: [angry yell that scares everyone in the room, even Joan] I DON’T WANT TO CALM DOWN!

HONESTY: [scared] Thomas, please!

DECEIT: [suddenly speaking through Honesty’s body] Uh-oh! This is not good! It’s starting!

HONESTY: You mean…?

DECEIT: Yes. Thomas must calm down. Right now, before it’s too late.

[Suddenly all of the Sides except Virgil start getting an agitated breathing]

HONESTY: [struggling to speak] What is going on with us?

VIRGIL: Guys, are you okay?

DECEIT: I’m coming out, Honesty, relax, Dark Sides are not affected by him.

HONESTY: Okay…

[The orange cloud quickly covers Honesty, then turns to yellow and Deceit emerges from it. He’s breathing normal]

DECEIT: Virgil, the Sides and Thomas need us.

VIRGIL: Why? What is happening?

DECEIT: Listen, the only thing that can calm Thomas’ uncontrollable anger is a strong panic attack that can counter his evil influence.

VIRGIL: Whose influence? Why are you talking in riddles!?

DECEIT: [yelling] There’s no time! Do it now or we will lose Thomas forever!

VIRGIL: Okay, I hope you know what you’re doing…

[Virgil changes to his panther form, rises his arms towards Thomas and shows a terrifying threatening face. Then Thomas’ face of anger little by little turns into a full expression of horror.]

THOMAS: [screeching in horror] AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[Thomas faints. All the Sides, including Deceit and Virgil, faint with him too, but, unlike Thomas, they stay still, only with their heads dropped forward. Joan looks at them all with the most scared expression]

JOAN: [kneeling towards Thomas] Thomas! Thomas, are you okay!? Can you hear me? Thomas, wake up, please! Thomas! Oh, my gosh! [looking at the Sides] Guys, you too? Should I call an ambulance? Thomas! Anyone! Wake up, please!

[Then, Thomas starts showing signs of recovering consciousness. As he wakes up, the Sides slowly get back to life too]

JOAN: [relieved] Thomas, thank God! Are you okay?

THOMAS: [a little disorientated] What… What has happened?

JOAN: You scared me to death, that’s what happened! Can you get up?

THOMAS: I think so…

JOAN: And all of you, are you okay?

LOGAN: Yes… I think so. We need Thomas to stay awake. When he lost consciousness, we lost contact with him and fainted because of that.

THOMAS: I don’t remember much… The last memory I have is that I was hugging you… then everything turned blurry. I only remember agitated breathing and a sensation of horror. Then… nothing till I woke up now.

VIRGIL: [after shifting back to his emo form] That last sensation was my fault, Thomas. I induced you into one of your worst horrors, I made you think that you were chained in a bathtub full of tarantulas all over your body and that they were biting every inch of your skin…

PATTON: [horrified] Aaagggh!

THOMAS: [also horrified] Why would you do that!?

VIRGIL: Deceit told me that it was the only way of getting you out of your state of anger.

THOMAS: Oh… I remember now. I was furious… But it was a strange fury. It was as if someone else was injecting that fury into me, and I couldn’t control it.

DECEIT: So, it has started.

ROMAN: What has started?

VOICE: [happy and dangerously sweet voice] What do you think it started? I have started, of course!

THOMAS: Who is it?

[Suddenly, in the place between Logan and Thomas, a new Side appears. A half of his face is human and the other half is of a grizzly bear. He’s wearing a green camouflage uniform. He speaks with a voice that sounds happy and sweet but where everyone could feel evil and danger behind]

SIDE: I’m here.

THOMAS: [startled, he yelps] Ah! Who are you?

DECEIT: [serious and frowning] Wrath…

THOMAS: Wrath?

WRATH: I would say nice to meet you, [looking at Deceit] but I don’t want to be like that traitor over there.

DECEIT: I was hoping I could buy some time… I didn’t expect you to find an open tear hole to escape the Dark Realm so soon.

WRATH: [to Deceit, with his dangerously happy voice] You know that the Dark Master is going to know about this, right?

THOMAS: The Dark Master? What Dark Master?

DECEIT: Well, you can tell the Dark Master to eat my…

PATTON: [gasps] Language, kiddo!

DECEIT: ...venom.

PATTON: You scared me…

WRATH: [tuts] Decey, Decey, Decey, I wouldn’t be so lippy if I were you.

DECEIT: And what are you, or your Dark Master, going to do about it? He has no power over me in the Light Realm. Besides, he needs me, so you can’t do anything to me anyway.

WRATH: Oh, yes, the Dark Master said he needs you. No one said, however, that you were needed… [with a threatening evil smile] in one piece.

[Suddenly, the yellow cloud covers Deceit and he transforms into Honesty]

HONESTY: Too bad for you that you’re not going to be able to reach him anymore. I’m protecting him and he’s staying with me right now.

WRATH: [shows a brief spark of anger but quickly returns to his dangerously sweet melodious voice] Wow… Life is full of surprises, isn’t it? Don’t worry. I’m sure the Dark Master will have… methods… to make you return when he needs you. But as I said, don’t worry for now. For the time being, he’s got a great victory. I got out of the Dark Realm, and now you can’t do anything about it, I can return whenever I want. [starts giggling like a child] We’re all gonna have so much fun together, you’ll see…

ROMAN: [pulling out his samurai sword] Hey! Who do you think you are, entering this place uninvited and unwelcome, disturbing Thomas and threatening all of us!?

WRATH: [suddenly yelling in anger with a demonic voice] SHUT UP, YOU SHODDY POMPOUS PRINCE! DO YOU THINK YOUR STUPID RUSTY KNIFE CAN DO ANYTHING TO ME!? GO BACK TO THE OPERETTA YOU RAN AWAY FROM!

[Everyone, scared by Wrath’s sudden yelling, stays in silence, looking at him with fear. Suddenly, Patton reacts. He shows an angry face, stretches his arm and loudly slaps Wrath in the human cheek. He gets stunned holding his cheek, looking at Patton]

PATTON: [yelling with an angry and ferocious voice never before heard from him] How dare you? How dare you to talk to my children like that!?

[Wrath then roars angrily at Patton as if he was a bear. Surprisingly, Patton growls as if he was a huge dog and starts barking so loud that he drowns out Wrath’s roaring. Wrath stops and looks at Patton, too shocked to say a word, and for the first time with a dash of fear]

PATTON: [low threatening voice] Listen well, intruder! This is my family! And if you want to touch my family you’ll have to go over me! And I wouldn’t advice you to do that. When I’m good, I’m very good, but when I’m bad, I’m your worst nightmare, mister! Now, get back to your room before I bite you for real!

WRATH: I’ll go for now. This was only the initial contact after all. But as I told you, you’re gonna see me again. And you will pay for this. [sinks down, yelling angry] All of you!

[Everyone stays in silence looking at Wrath’s empty spot]

PATTON: [yelling with an angry squealing] … And stay in your room, you’re grounded!

JOAN: [to Thomas] Um… Do your reunions always look like this or you prepared this “Supernatural” live show just for me?

THOMAS: Who the heck was that guy?

LOGAN: He is the embodiment of your anger.

THOMAS: Do you know him, Logan?

LOGAN: Not in person, this is the first time I’ve ever seen him in the flesh, but anger is an aspect of your personality, so I knew he had to be in there somewhere. I didn’t expect him to be so nasty, to be honest.

THOMAS: And Deceit, you knew him too?

DECEIT: [speaking through Honesty’s body] Unfortunately yes. I’ve known him for a long time from the Dark Realm.

VIRGIL: I knew him too, but I never spoke about him. Since he was trapped there like all non heightened Dark Sides, I never thought he would be a problem and I didn’t want to make you anxious about nothing.

THOMAS: Anyway, I should have known. And why has he appeared right now? Why not earlier?

LOGAN: Thomas, as I told you, Dark Sides cannot get out of the Dark Realm. They are repressed aspects of your subconscious and they’re confined there until something happens to you that heightens them to a level strong enough to break their chains and let them out. And once they’re out, they’re free to come and go between realms and the living room.

THOMAS: And what could…?

JOAN: I guess this is my fault. It is because I told you what happened to me this morning. It must have made you feel so angry that it heightened that Side, Wrath, and it let him get away. I’m terribly sorry for that. If I had known I would have never told you.

THOMAS: Joan, it’s not your fault. And please, never stop telling me the things that worry you and the things that you wish to share with me. You are my best friend and I want to be able to help you whenever you need me.

JOAN: Thanks, dude. But now Wrath will have power over you because of me.

LOGAN: Don’t feel guilty about that, Joan. Wrath has always existed inside of Thomas. He has always had and will always have power over Thomas to some extent. The only difference is that now he can appear in person and interact with us, that’s all.

JOAN: I see…

THOMAS: And what was that Master thing? Who’s the Dark Master?

[Honesty transforms into Deceit]

DECEIT: This time, I’m gonna tell you in person. It’s time to face my mistakes and I’m ready to respond for them. I was hoping that I would never have to tell you, as it is a really hurtful truth, and my mission is to hide all such things from you.

THOMAS: But who is he?

DECEIT: Have you never questioned yourself why the Light Realm and the Dark Realm are named like that?

THOMAS: Because the first one is a world of light and good and the second one is a world of darkness and evil. Isn’t it so?

DECEIT: Yes, but why “realms”?

THOMAS: I don’t know.

LOGAN: Well, “realm” is roughly a synonym for “kingdom”, only that instead of being ruled by a king, it is ruled by another similar authority figure, like a prince, a duke, etcetera. So that means…

DECEIT: Exactly, each realm has a supreme figure, a ruler, who is all-powerful and all-mighty in that realm. You could say that he’s, in a way, almost like a god.

THOMAS: I’m catching you…

DECEIT: The Dark Master is the ruler of the Dark Realm. All the Dark Sides are, or were, at his service, forced to follow him and fulfill his orders.

ROMAN: When you say “were”, you mean…?

DECEIT: I mean Virgil… and me.

ROMAN: You’re no longer working for him? Why not?

DECEIT: [bashful] I… I don’t know…

HONESTY: [speaking through Deceit’s body] Oh, come on, Deceit. The cards are on the table. If we’re opening up and telling the truth, let’s go to the very end. You guys, Deceit has changed. When you helped us getting rid of our blockings and you offered him to be a friend, he really wanted it…

DECEIT [angry] …shut up…

HONESTY: … but he thought he was putting you in danger because of the Dark Master and his evil plot against you. So, he sacrificed his wishes in order to keep you safe.

VIRGIL: I knew he was hiding something. I told you, Thomas.

THOMAS: [scared] What… evil plot?

DECEIT: [sarcastic and angry] Great job, you truth hooligan, I’m sure that you know very well the meaning of the word “tact” when saying things.

THOMAS: No, as I said, I want to know. I demand to know.

DECEIT: Well, there’s one thing that the Dark Master wants above all else, and that’s to get out of the Dark Realm.

ROMAN: He can’t get out?

DECEIT: No, he can’t. And unlike us, Dark Sides, there’s no way for him to break the chains and be free. To be free, the only way for him is to use all of the Dark Sides to help him… get control over you.

THOMAS: [scared] What?

DECEIT: Don’t be afraid. As I said, he needs all of the Dark Sides, and that includes Virgil and me. As long as we never return to the Dark Realm, he won’t be able to do that.

THOMAS: What would happen to me if he succeeded?

DECEIT: There’s no point in telling…

THOMAS: [firm voice] I command you to tell me everything!

DECEIT: In the remote case that he succeeded, you’d disappear as you are, Thomas, and he would replace you in your mind. What are now the Dark Sides would become Light Sides and what are Light Sides would become Dark Sides, and you’d be repressed in the Dark Realm in the same place where he is now, while he uses your body as it pleases him.

THOMAS: Like a… possession?

DECEIT: Not exactly. He would still be Thomas Sanders. He would be the same you, with the same memories and background, only that it would be an “evil version” of you. For example, he would be mean and rude, envious, selfish, delight in injustice, be one of those repressed gays that behave like homophobes, hate dogs…

PATTON: [horrified squealing] No, not the dogs, anything but that!

LOGAN: [sighs] You need to sort out your priorities…

DECEIT: But as I said, it is a very remote possibility. It will never happen while we stay out of his control. So don’t be afraid and don’t worry about it. You’re safe, and you’ll remain being safe.

HONESTY: [speaking through Deceit’s body] He’s telling the truth, Thomas. I can check his memories. You can trust him on this.

THOMAS: Why did you change, Deceit?

DECEIT: What?

THOMAS: I already know that you changed and you wanted to be friends with us. But in the beginning you were working for him, and you almost took Virgil with you. If I hadn’t intervened, you would have been triumphant, and now I’d be gone. So why that change now, Deceit? What can make someone change his mind, from almost sending me to my doom, to suddenly wanting to get me away from it?

DECEIT: Well…

THOMAS: Well?

DECEIT: It was you, Thomas.

THOMAS: Me?

DECEIT: Up until before that nasty episode, how many times did I interact with you or the other Sides? Just a couple, and for very short amounts of time. And all these times you expelled me or treated me like trash. I’m not complaining, I know it was my fault and I deserved it, but anyway I was angry and resented. But in the last few weeks, I started interacting with you more, and I started knowing you more… And… when Honesty’s memories were unlocked from me, I finally realized something about you, Thomas, from which up until then I had only seen brief hints.

THOMAS: What do you mean?

DECEIT: You are a being of light, Thomas. You have a natural warmth that emanates from yourself and that makes us all feel warm and nice, and what’s more important, that inspires us to improve ourselves and be better than we are. You have that effect, not only on people you interact with, both in person or through your videos. You have that same effect on us, Sides. Virgil has also felt that, I’m sure. Just compare him with the Virgil he was long ago and see the positive influence you’ve had on him.

THOMAS: I… I don’t know what to say…

DECEIT: I realized that what I was trying to do in the name of my “Master”, was not only wrong, it was an unforgivable crime against the world, so hungry of light in these dark days we’re living. I didn’t want to do that, so I decided to try and foil the Dark Master’s plan instead. Unfortunately, that idea has gone to waste now that I’m uncovered.

THOMAS: I mean… I’m flattered, and honored that you think so high about me, Deceit… But I’m not so special. I don’t consider myself so enlightening as you say I am…

JOAN: And that’s exactly why you are so enlightening, Thomas. I agree with Deceit. The positive impact you have on anyone who gets to know you is undeniable, including myself, for the record.

THOMAS: But Deceit said it himself. There’s a darkness inside of me. How can a “being of light” have something dark inside?

DECEIT: Thomas, I never said you were perfect. You are human, and Patton said it earlier, humans are imperfect and flawed without exception. We are the living proof of your flaws. But that has nothing to do with what I said. You can have flaws and still be enlightening to anyone, because you don’t let your flaws overcome you and dominate you. And that’s one of the biggest virtues in itself that a human can have.

LOGAN: And Thomas, every human is part light and part darkness. Everyone is part good and part evil, only the proportions vary between individuals. Haven’t you seen the classic scene where a little angel and a little demon try to tempt some character into doing something good or something bad? That’s a representation of what lies within you and any other human being. There’s that dark entity and there’s a light entity, fighting to control you all the time.

THOMAS: Oh, yes… that Pluto cartoon was so good…

PATTON: And in your case, Thomas, look where the dark entity is, trapped, locked and repressed deep within you. That’s the proof that, in your case, you are a good person.

THOMAS: Thank you, guys… By the way… If the Dark Realm has that ruler… the Light Realm must also have a ruler. Who’s the ruler of the Light Realm? Do you guys know him?

ROMAN: Thomas, I think you should have guessed already.

VIRGIL: The ruler of the Light Realm… is you, of course.

THOMAS: What?

VIRGIL: I told you once already. You are the boss, Thomas. When I said it, I really meant it. You have control over all of us and you could, if you wanted, rule us and force us to do your will. Instead, you make a positive influence on us so that we change for the better on our own free will. You are in fact the only one that can counter the Dark Master’s influence. I’d say that you are even stronger than him, as you were able to manipulate the Mind Palace even on the Dark Realm, while he’s not even able to get out of his own realm.

THOMAS: This is a lot to process…

VIRGIL: Thomas, don’t let all of this overwhelm you. You’re still the same guy…

PATTON: [impersonating Timon from “The Lion King”] ...but with power!

VIRGIL: [frowns at Patton, then keeps talking] …and you must keep up being yourself. You have been doing great up until now, so keep up the good work. We will remain here to assist you, should you need us for anything. You are our Light Master, after all…

THOMAS: Please, don’t call me like that. I’m nobody’s Master. I just want to be Thomas, that’s all.

VIRGIL: [smiling] I knew you were going to say that. That’s why we love you, Thomas.

PATTON: Now the question is… what comes next?

ROMAN: Yes, what are we going to do to protect ourselves against them? I’ve always wanted to participate in a battle, but now that I see it in front of me… I don’t know if I’m ready to fight… Heck, I wasn’t even able to react to Wrath yelling at me and Patton had to save the show. In what position does that leave me as a knight? I feel like a fraud, like an operetta prince as Wrath called me…

THOMAS: Roman, please. If Wrath thinks that way about you, it’s because he doesn’t know you. He just caught you off-guard, like the rest of us. You shouldn’t feel ashamed of anything. You stood up and tried to defend us, and that’s what really counts. I’m still proud of you and you’re still my hero, Roman.

ROMAN: [moved] Thank you, Thomas.

THOMAS: And I’m also proud of you, Patton. Where did that nerve come from?

PATTON: Nobody talks about my children like that. When he became so nasty, I felt I had to teach him a lesson.

LOGAN: Where did you learn how to impersonate dogs that way?

PATTON: Um… It was no impersonation, Logan. It just came out of me. I felt my house threatened and it just came out naturally. Perhaps I’m part dog, just like Virgil is part panther and Deceit is part snake, who knows. I’ve never physically had that shape, except when I dressed as Pawton, but I wouldn’t mind being half a puppy.

ROMAN: It really would suit you, and that would just make you like ten times more adorable, right guys?

LOGAN: Right. I just hope you don’t overdo it and start calling us “puppies” instead of “kiddos”.

VIRGIL: He has called us so many things already, I wouldn’t care at all if he called us puppies, to be honest.

ROMAN: I really loved the shock in Wrath’s face when Patton slapped him.

PATTON: [smiling in anticipation] I guess he took out the… furry out of me.

[Logan cringes in disgust while the others laugh, including Deceit, for the first time with a non evil laugh]

LOGAN: I think I’m leaving, guys. Before Patton gets too overexcited. I don’t think I could handle too many of his puns today. [sinks down] Bye, guys. And best wishes, Joan.

JOAN: Bye!

PATTON: I’m gonna go rehearse my barking. Perhaps I can sound like a little puppy too, wouldn’t I be cute? [sinks down] Bye, kiddos!

THOMAS: Bye, Patton!

ROMAN: As for me, I’ll go practice some fencing. Next time, Wrath will know who’s the real knight in this castle. [sinks down] Bye!

THOMAS: Of course you will, Roman, see ya!

VIRGIL: Deceit, you can stay in my room if you want.

DECEIT: It’s okay, I can stay in Honesty’s room for the time being. After all, that’s my room too. But I wouldn’t mind coming over with you so we can talk about the old times. May I, old friend?

VIRGIL: Of course, old friend. [sinks down] Bye, Thomas.

THOMAS: Before you go, Deceit…

DECEIT: Yes?

THOMAS: I want to thank you for your help today. I don’t know if I’m good enough to deserve all the blessings that I’m receiving, but if you think so high of me, I’ll try to live it up to your expectations. And I’m happy to be able to call you a friend, at last.

DECEIT: [moved] Thank you, Thomas… [suddenly cold] But please, don’t act so sappy about me, okay?

HONESTY: [through Deceit’s body] He’s acting all tough, but he thinks he loves you too, Thomas.

DECEIT: [frowns] Don’t you ever sleep or something?

HONESTY: [giggling] Nope!

[Deceit groans and sinks down, but he smiles before disappearing off-screen]

JOAN: Well, I think I gotta go too, Thomas. I’ve got some things to write, and with all this commotion, I’ve lost a lot of time. Will you be okay?

THOMAS: I should be the one asking that question, Joan. Will Talyn and you be okay?

JOAN: Yes, I think so. I’m not gonna let two idiots ruin the rest of my day. They’re not worth it. Thank you for being such a good friend, Thomas.

THOMAS: [hugs Joan] Good friendship is repaid with good friendship Joan. Bye!

JOAN: Bye, Thomas!

[Joan goes off-screen and we hear the door opening and closing. Thomas approaches the camera]

THOMAS: Okay, time to get back to work. I was talking about the actinoids…

[realizes the camera was recording all of the time]

THOMAS: Oh, is this still recording? Oh… Well, in that case I think I’ve already got the video done… So, guys… um… life for LGBTQ people will unfortunately not be like a bed of roses all the time by no means, at least for the moment. There’s a lot of people who still don’t respect us. Luckily, we’re conquering more respect from people as time goes on, but there’s a lot to work on yet. If you ever feel endangered, or bullied for your gender or sexuality, ask for help. Find people you can trust, let them know about your problem and put yourselves safe as soon as you can. And don’t let them make you feel less than. Being LGBTQ is nothing bad or wrong, despite some ignorant opinions, so you don’t have to apologize for being who you are and living your life as you are. It’s them who are mistaken, not you, and you deserve to be happy and live your life in freedom. Until next time, take it easy, guys, gals and non-binary pals. Peace out!

[end card]

[Deceit and Virgil are in Virgil’s room, watching TV, eating some Cheetos and drinking some soda. They’re happily laughing]

VIRGIL: Oh, and you remember when Thomas crashed on that tree with his sled that day in the snow? Man, that was the fastest order of anxiety I had to deliver!

DECEIT: Yeah, poor Thomas, he couldn’t sit down for a week!

[They both laugh mischievously]

VIRGIL: [Suddenly smiling calmly] I really missed all of this. One of the only things I missed from the old days in the Dark Realm was having you as a friend. I missed you.

DECEIT: Me too, Virgil. You were my only friend.

VIRGIL: And you were my only friend too, Deceit. I’m so happy that you can get to know the rest of the Sides now.

DECEIT: I’d be glad…

[Deceit and Virgil smile at each other in silence for a couple of seconds]

WRATH: [off-screen] Now kiss!

[Deceit and Virgil get startled and look at where the voice is coming from]

VIRGIL: Wrath! What are you doing in my room!

WRATH: You know what? This place doesn’t look so bad. A little too clean, however, but when the Dark Master claims it in due time, it will be easy to redecorate.

VIRGIL: Dream on, Teddy Bear. You’ll never win.

WRATH: Don’t be so sure of that. You don’t know my Master’s power. It’s only a matter of time.

DECEIT: And you clearly don’t know our Master’s power. Don’t underestimate Thomas, he has what it takes to defeat you, no matter what you try.

VIRGIL: ...or how many times you try.

WRATH: We’ll see about that… [sinking down with a mocking voice] Sleep well, lovebirds…

[Virgil and Deceit look at the empty spot, then look at each other in silence with a serious face]

VIRGIL: [chill voice] Want some lemonade?

DECEIT: [equally chill voice] With a couple of ice cubes, thank you.

[something-fanfiction-ie]

Interview About You

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: None. This is pure fluff.

A/N: Okay, so I know I said I was writing smut and the third installment of Falling Hard But I was reading some other imagines for inspiration and I got the idea to write this. It’s pure, complete, heart-warming fluff. I hope you like it. 🤗

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Tom laughed, leaning down to the foot of his chair to grab a drink of water. The interviewer took this moment to speak to Benedict, Tom’s ever present interview partner. As Ben spoke, Tom looked back behind the interviewer, he felt really bad about it but he’d already forgot the man’s name, and he saw you.

You weren’t paying attention to him, you were turned to Harrison, obviously in the middle of a heated whisper-discussion. Harrison shook his head and mouthed his response, and had Tom cared, he would have tried to read his lips to see what you were talking about, but he was too focused on you.

He watched you push back a stray piece of your hair before tossing all of your hair over your shoulder. There, in the profile of your face, he could see the aggravation wrinkle your nose as that same stray piece sprung free once more. Tom could watch you all day and still never get enough of the sight of you.

You looked over you shoulder, pausing your conversation with Harrison to look at Tom. You widened your eyes and tilted your head to left. Tom looked where you were gesturing to and realized that he had completely zoned out while watching you.

The interviewer looked on at him expectantly, his hands folded in his lap. Ben was also watching Tom, one eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. Ben was a smart man, he knew why Tom hadn’t answered the interviewer after he called his name four different times. Ben tended to do the same thing when Sophie was in the room.

“What was the question? I’m sorry.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck as a light blush colored his cheeks. He glanced over at you to catch you covering your mouth with your hand, trying to hold back laughter.

“You have recently made your relationship public, yes?” Now this was a topic Tom was ready to talk about. He leaned forward in his seat, shuffling a bit to get more comfortable before he dove straight into the question.

“Actually yes, a little over a week ago. But we’ve been together three months.” He remembered meeting you like it was yesterday.

“I am such a huge fan of you!” The girl squealed, dancing in her spot not unlike a small child trying not to pee their pants. He smiled, a little uncomfortably. As much as he loved to meet fans, today was supposed to be a day off, and he was already surrounded by a hoard of squealing girls giving him a headache.

He signed a book here, a picture there, he took a selfie over here, and he sent a Snapchat video to a foreign friend/family member over there before he finally managed to break from the crowd, waving behind him as he went. Ducking into a random store to his right, just to get a breathe and hopefully loose any fans that may be tailing him, Tom was immediately struck with the overwhelming smell of aging books.

Looking around, Tom realized that he’d found himself in a bookstore unlike any other he’d seen before. On either side of him stood stacks of books that almost touched the ceiling. Continuing through the store, he would have compared it to a maze of books of all kinds. His head was craned to look up at the books on the top shelf as he turned into the next aisle.

A small, kitten-like sneeze disrupted his browsing and he stopped in his tracks. There was a girl, kneeled at the bottom of the shelves just a few paces away. To her right was a basket of randomly assorted books, on the left side of her shirt was a name tag pinned to it.

“Bless you.” She jumped, falling flat on her butt as she looked up at him in surprise, her hand over her chest.

“You scared me!” At closer inspection, Tom realized she was actually pretty cute. He realized that before he recognized her shirt. It was blue, and in the very middle was a picture of an atom surrounded by two banners that read, ‘Midtown School of Science & Technology Established 1962.’

And if that wasn’t good enough, she had a Spider-Man sticker placed just in front of her name on her name tag, which read, ‘(Y/N).’

He’d come in here to get away from fans and had run straight into one.

“Can I help you with anything?” She asked, brushing off the back of her jeans as she stood up. Tom watched her as she picked up the basket and looked at him curiously. He saw the recognition in her eyes, the way she held herself changed but she didn’t say anything. In fact, after looking at him for a few moments, studying him, she almost curled in on herself.

“No, I think I’m okay. I’m just having a look about.” She nodded her head and pushed back a stray piece of hair just to have it pop back out from behind her ear. She wrinkled her nose before repeating the process and responding.

“Well just let me know. I’ll be wandering the store putting books up and I’m the only one on shift.” She paused, shuffling her feet. Tom braced himself for it, waiting for her to ask him for an autograph or a picture or to say something, but it never came.

“We don’t get too many customers, especially on this day of the week, so...” Trailing off, she shrugged, turned around, and made her way to the next aisle in search of the location for the next book out of the basket.

“She was working in a bookstore I decided to hide in to get away from some fans. Turns out, she was a fan. But she never actually asked for anything from me and didn’t bug me. Eventually we struck up a conversation in which I asked for her number. The rest is history.” There was a large smile on his face as he looked over at you again, your conversation with Harrison still on pause as you smiled adoringly at your boyfriend.

“How were you able to hide it for so long? It seems like something pretty hard to hide from the paparazzi.” The interviewer questioned, leaning back in his seat.

“Just because it’s hard doesn’t make it impossible.” Ben chimed in, setting his own bottle of water down at the foot of his chair.

“Just look at Kylie Jenner.” You whispered to Harrison, who snorted in response.

“A lot of disguises, a lot of secret rendezvous, and a very tight circle of people who knew about us.” Tom answered, fiddling with the hem of his jacket sleeve. You wanted nothing more than to curl into him, he was such a cuddly person, it was hard to restrain the urge to hold him and cuddle with him and just love him every second of the day.

“Have you gotten to know each other fairly well, yet?” At this, Tom laughs. His eyes squint ever so slightly, and his lips break open into a large smile as his laughter twists around your already exploding heart.

“You see, I thought we did. Genuinely. I thought, save for a few things because you can never know everything about anyone but yourself, I thought I knew her very well. But I had her phone the other day, and we were messing with her Snapchat. Just sending videos to her friends being silly and what not.” Your head is buried in your hands now, it’s like watching a horror movie.

You know exactly what story he is telling and the only thing you can do is stand behind camera and cover your face while you peek through your fingers, giving Tom a death glare.

“When she gets a notification from tumblr. Now, I know she has a tumblr. I met her in a bookstore while she was wearing a Spider-Man: Homecoming shirt from Hot Topic. She’s definitely got a tumblr.” Ben is smiling, his eyes crinkled as Tom continues with the story, very excitedly.

The interviewer is just as interested, in fact, the whole room is interested and a few people are even giving you side glances just to better imagine the story. It probably doesn’t help that you’re wearing a gray and red Spider-Man: Homecoming shirt now. You grab Harrison’s shoulders and shove him in front of you as a barrier.

“I click on it, much to her displeasure, and it takes me to a side profile that I didn’t know about. A profile that would not have really been a big deal if not for the fact that it was a blog she wrote fanfiction on. She hadn’t posted in quite some time but as I was looking at it, I realized that a decent amount of the writing was about me!” The interviewer and Ben bust into laughter and everyone behind screen is trying very hard to keep it quiet. Even Harrison’s shoulders shake beneath your hands.

You pinch him.

“Suffice to say, I read it all. Not only did I learn that my girlfriend is a very good writer, but I also learned a few tricks as well.” Tom smiles in triumph and you die a little inside. The interview continues, straying from you and back to Infinity War, which you keep having to glare at Tom about when he opens his mouth.

He can’t keep a secret to save his life. You love him anyways.

[thetaekooklibrary]

Hey :) are there any new angst fics with happy endings? I've read all the ones that are in the tags! Thank you for your work! ♥

yep^^ some of these are still ongoing but they have ‘angst with happy ending’ tags so I’m assuming they’ll have happy endings once they are complete lol (here are previous angst with happy ending lists for anyone who wants to look)

(it’s not) Fine by roseycheol - You can’t fake what Jungkook did, the days spent bundled up together, the little notes left in Taehyung’s bag with stupid doodles of hearts and bunnies, the gentle kisses pressed to Taehyung’s forehead when Jungkook had to leave for class early and thought Taehyung was still asleep. Jungkook had looked at him like he was the most precious thing in the world and touched him with such a firm yet delicate care, Taehyung knew that Jungkook had at least loved him in some amount. But he’s hurt and angry enough right now to say it, and he’s not sure whether it’s more painful to think that Jungkook fell out of love with him or was never in love with him at all. (Taehyung and Jungkook break apart and fall back together)

you act like summer but you talk like rain. by cloverseoks - Jeongguk does urbanex. During one of his little expeditions to an abandoned factory, he stumbles upon the camp of a homeless person, one he finds himself dying to meet.

Only Breathing - Aquiver by Sharleena - Like all things about Taehyung, being loved by him is loud, messy and familiar. Under lilac neon lights his hair is a shade lighter and his skin is gold, Jungkook’s hands tremble when he touches it and Taehyung keeps mixing weird sauces in his ramen. “Do you still quiver when I touch you?” “Always.”

when i’m ready (i will fly us out of here) by cherryjjk - summertime in seoul feels a lot like a thunderstorm, jeongguk thinks.

Veni, Vidi, Amavi by yourluckytae - (I came, I saw, I loved) Ever since that day, Taehyung has been looking for something, chasing a dream he seems to be missing. Something important that makes his heart whole. It’s a creeping sense of someone he can’t quite grasp, who’s always on the tip of his tongue, nails on a chalkboard screeching loudly in his ear to remember. But every time he tries, it hurts. But he chases the dreams, the feelings, whatever it is that he’s missing because he thinks it would hurt more to never find whatever’s gone. – Jeongguk stares at his palms absent-mindedly, body rocking with the movement of the train. His fingers trace over non existent words on his right palm. Something he hadn’t thought about in years. He has a feeling; something deep and nostalgic bubbling inside him tasting like chocolate muffins and caramel lattes and smelling of vanilla and strawberries. It stirs within him as his fingers trace each stroke over his palm. It stirs something melancholy, something sad. A feeling. (Kimi no Na Wa (Your Name) Au)

refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma by locks - Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table, plucking the card off the little holder. “Dearest Taehyung, just wanted you to know that I’m thinking about you. I hope you’re thinking about me too. Love–” he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips. “Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang professing his love for me?” Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand.Or, Taehyung’s been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi’s criminal life for a long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling him deeper into the mix.

We Were Together (The Rest, I Forgot) by Kookie_andCream - Jungkook has always been able to see ghosts. When he meets Taehyung and falls in love, the last thing he would guess is that Taehyung is one. But somehow, in a world neither of them truly belong to, they walk the boundary between life and death together and make it work.

(some people might consider this a bittersweet ending but I think it’s a happy ending)

little do you know by aeterisks - Taehyung has been running away from Jeongguk for seven years. Now is the time to be brave. (Or, Taehyung is a producer who goes back to his hometown to find a new artist to give his song to. What he didn’t expect was for it to be Jeongguk, his first love.)

love, taehyung by ataezingkookie - take a deep breatheand start at the beginning

tell them how we first mettell them how we shared our dreamseven your weirdest ones

no, keep that as our secret

tell them that this isthat this has to beone of the happiest daysof your life.

OR the one where Taehyung and Jeongguk just keep missing each other

i’ll return to you (a promised handful of orange blossoms) by meanho - “Do you think he’s cosplaying an anime, or manhwa?” Jimin asked, voice in a trance. Taehyung understood his confusion because it wasn’t every day you see a person dressed as fine as the king of Joseon himself stumbling through a crowd and knocking over some Sailor Mercury’s wand. “Hmm, maybe he’s going for someone from Yona of The Dawn?” Jimin scoffed, “Yeah right, more like my 9th grade text book.” (or, the taekook Rooftop Prince AU!!)

I know it will soon be our last (but I can’t let you go) by wolfsbanez - Jeon Jungkook is a guy who is willing to break as many hearts as he can and Kim Taehyung’s heart just happens to be on his way.

the world don’t stop ( it’s on again ) by dormant_bender - Jungkook just wants to be normal, but of course that’s impossible when the world has labeled you as “Spider-Man.” Despite his newfound power and abilities, the one thing he is still unable to do is confess his feelings for his best friend Taehyung.

Everyone lives with a love (that has come to an end) by wolfsbanez - Kim Taehyung thought he was ready for the perfect relationship and Jeon Jungkook just happened to realize otherwise.

i want to breathe; i hate this night by thebestofme - Finding out his sweet childhood best friend was now one of Seoul’s most wanted villains was interesting, to say the least; but what’s more astonishing is that a freak like Jeongguk is now considered a hero.

Black Dahlia by AmandaPleese - Jeon Jeongguk is not afraid to die. So he thinks. It’s not until he is staring into the eyes of his soulmate, black spots beginning to splotch his vision, chest on fire, far too many dark petals trying to come up his esophagus at once, that he’s terrified. It’s too much. Tears sting his eyes, and he looks desperately at his soulmate who looks just as desperate right back, his world beginning to teeter. His throats closes up, and he can’t breathe. Jeongguk thinks he’s never been more scared in his life. Jeongguk doesn’t want to die.

Spectator by TheSadisticMunchkin - Taehyung was used to being the spectator of his students’ stories. He enjoyed the way the pages of their life filled with the adventures and plot lines that he was more than happy to be a witness of. He was always going to be their number one fan. That was up until the moment he became a character in a very messy story. 

everything means nothing (your kiss is a gateway drug) by nyxphrodites - Kissin’ leads toTouchin’ leads toLovin’ leads toFuckin’ leads toSomeone always seems to get hurt // Jeon Jungkook’s in love and it’s not Kim Taehyung’s fault.

saudade by hurricanedelta - saudade. noun. a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or has been loved and then lost; “the love that remains”

Why Me? by bruhnam299 - Powerful CEO, Sang Sunwoo, catches sight of the pretty, little florist that works at the corner of the street, and what he wants, he always gets.

The World is Dark (But Baby you Shine Bright) by pinkeow - Where Taehyung sees nothing but darkness, Jeongguk is his light

I Got Lost In You(r Eyes) by NastaeTae - The earth is surrounded by a universe that doesn’t care, and filled with people that do. When something is out of place, the universe will correct it, no matter what the cost.

I Bloomed For You… by Meanie_Beanie_nim - Jungkook just barely registered the warm soft skin of Taehyung’s palm, before his whole world changed. His skin prickled almost painfully, and it felt like somebody had sent a great wave of electricity crackling through him. The world went black for barely a second as a strange weight settled in his chest, and then the world came rushing back like a flood. He looked up with wide eyes at Taehyung - no, at his soulmate - and expected to be met with the same surprised eyes as his own, but Taehyung just looked at him with a carefree smile. “See you soon, Jungkookie,” he grinned teasingly before releasing Jungkook’s hand and turning around to leave. Jungkook stood there for several minutes, just staring at the spot where Taehyung had disappeared, with only one thought in his head.  Why had his soulmate just left him? 

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More Returns

Here's a superb podcast on Peaks. May 30 is the most recent episode. A great listen. Counter Esperanto Podcast: Tangents About Twin Peaks: 10th Secret: The Return

On Tue, Jun 13, 2017 at 1:53 PM, Dom wrote: I'll check it out tonight.

So my Diane prediction was on the fucking money.

I got another theory I'm working on.

Who's the mysterious billionaire? I heard some people say it may be Audrey Horne. I heard some people say it is Jack (John Justice Wheeler). I heard some people say it is Phillip Jeffries or Evil Cooper.

Put on your tinfoil hat for this one. The Billionaire is Leo Johnson. He lived through his spider ordeal. Then he took everything that Windom left behind (notes, computer files, other assorted Windom things) and built a criminal empire. I find it very hard to believe that the fucking casting director's son who was in the 1st two seasons and the fucking movie is NOT in this one.

The secret history of twin peaks tells us what happens to a bunch of characters like Leo. For instance Hank dies in prison. But not one word in the book about Leo? I got to believe that he lives and he’s not just a slobbering fool any more. I know this is probably not going to happen. But that's my theory.

I cannot imagine Leo is a rich billionaire — how did he make his money? A theory that makes sense I’ve heard on EW TP podcast that it could be BOB-Cooper attempting to catch Good Cooper if he ever left the Lodge. But really, I have no idea… not as of end of P7.

I like how Lynch-Frost are using all official Twin Peaks releases as canon to draw the narrative from — Laura’s Diary, FWWM, Missing Pieces of blu-ray edition, as well as many classic episode threads.

And like Erik, I KNOW, that Sheriff Harry S. Truman will make an appearance in this season. I feel it in my bones.

It’s looking grim for Harry — or rather, it sounds grim from Frank saying to Harry, “beat this thing.” But actually I can see Ontkean coming out of retirement to have a role toward the end of the series. I also (want to) believe Josie returning … maybe she’s the billionaire, but why would she make such a contraption mounted to the side of building?

On Sun, Jun 25, 2017 at 2:26 AM, Erik wrote: Good Morning Gents. Grab a cup a joe and settle down a minute. I got some backed up information for yous … << Starts Tape Recorder…. >>

Spot on is right Mr Domi. You got that Diane was Laura Dern AND that she drinks at the Pub we went to. I even want to say she is seated in the area of the bar that we were sitting at that night.  Glad it wasn't raining when we went, "FUCK Gene Kelly, You mother fucker!!" LOL I love Albert, he is my favorite this season. (Location: Max Von's Bar = Casey's Irish Pub, 619 South Grand, LA)

So Episode 7 should have shut up all those whiner's and complainer's of Ep 6. There was a lot of hate on the internet, and even in our FB Group, about that episode. I was ok with it. I did not like the scene with the kid getting hit by the truck, but the scene ended with the Fat Trout Telephone pole, so I'm ok with it.

"Lynch has gotten flak for the male gaze in his work, but the problems go a lot deeper than lingering shots on female anatomy.…” Laura Hudson in Vulture.

Also in EP 6 we finally got two major new pieces of music from Angelo, not his best work, but still great to hear.  The overall lack of his music is my biggest complaint this season in case I didn't make that clear.

When Johnny Jewel's Windswept first appeared, I thought that was Badalamenti  finally debuting new music. I was definitely disappointed it was not Angelo, no disrespect to Johnny. But I agree with you Erik about no AB original score. That music is what made classic Peaks so memorable. I don’t get why Lynch is using such popular music. There really wan’t any such tracks in FWWM, it was Angelo’s music and further cemented Peaks as evergreen. Lynch is acting like Scorcese in the epic cinematic story… and he doesn’t need to. Marty did not have a Badalamenti in his arsenal. Lynch does. Please use him.

EP 7...There's a body alright.. is definitely the shit. Now we are cooking. Jerry!!!! Come out of it man... Lets get Ben and Jerry back in action, not disfunction. The diary pages, Annie's message from FWWM, Leland hiding pages, DIANE from hell! ... Bringing it all back home.

There’s a dark undercurrent with Diane and Cooper. All signs are indicating something very bad happened to Diane. I think BOB-Cooper raped her.

I wonder where Frank Truman was at the time of Laura's murder? He says he remembers Leland, her father, did it, but is not really familiar with the case. BUT why the heck is Frank not asking "So what is "the Lodge" you keep talking about?” Hawk?

The way Hawk talks so knowledgable about both Lodges and the way Frank does not question or disbelieve him, then it must be common knowledge among the indigenous culture. Wonder if Frank is a Bookhouse Boy?

Ancient Doc Hayward, kinda sad, but he was still funny. Did you catch his Skype name?  MiddleburyDoc... Warren Frost was actually living in VT right? They probably actually did just Skype him and screen capture it…lol

I caught that right away about Warren Frost’s Skype handle. And no doubt, Frost stayed in Vermont to do his scene. That just recorded the screen.… I do miss Briggs. Yet he died long before Lynch-Frost’s three-year tenure writing the new story, they had plenty of time to work the presence of him into the story.

Briggsy.. Oh Major Briggs. how we miss thee. Should be interesting how this plays out. And When the hell are we going to go back to I bet the road where Andy is waiting to meet the Truck owner is up there at Frankln Canyon Pond.

The Dog Leg.... WTF?  Is Joe McCluskey the guy that rigged the car and Mr C Killed earlier on? I do think the Psycho Little guy with the Ice Pick and Gun is kinda silly. Over the top for no reason.  Oh well.… It's kinda silly also that no one has taken Dougie to the Doctor. Everyone just plays along. we have to suspend disbelief I guess.

OMG enough with the guy sweeping at the Roadhosue. Is this all the extra time he told Shotime he needed more money for to tell the story properly?  lol and more music used in hundreds of shows and commercials. I love Booker T and the MGs don't get me wrong, but ... UGH I miss you Angelo... Also... Kinda weird to see Jean Michel... Did Jacque Renault have a twin brother? lol Mr. C and Ray getting out of Prison.. Bad stuff gonna happen. I think they might have used San Bernadino County Jail for this locaton. The Cell block Cooper is located on looks familar.  I will compare some screen grabs from my Locaton and Publicity Photos we took for Beyond Scared Straight at that jail.

And beause they needed to pad the ending to get to the alloted running time... Back to the RR Diner for the end scene, and yet another over-used stock song they probably had to pay more to use than what they paid Angelo for everything. Plus, I liked that song better when they used it in the X-files episode “Home" but No, I'm not bitter.

General notes: Glad Naomi Watts has such a big part. She really owns her scenes. Wish Jennifer Jason Leigh was more present but Mr C just left Jail for somewhere... It's slightly brilliant how Lynch (but probably Frost came up with it) still has made Harry a character in the show. even if only on the phone and never even heard. I feel like Harry is there kinda. Also brilliant... Robert Forrester.... wow. Wish he was in the original or the movie. Not sure how I feel with Dern as Diane. I'll go with it and see what happens.

Outstanding questions for me....(cause I haven't been reading blogs or listening to podcasts)

What is up with all the Arthurian Legend references? Dougie lives on Lancalot Court, down the street from the Merlin Market. Janey-E meets for the ransom drop on the corner of Gueneivere and Merlin. And of course, Glastonbury Grove... Pete Martel: "King Arthur's burried in England!"

Why is it when Dougie puts his thumb up or his hand out to shake, he turns his body 180 degrees?

What is up with the creepy guy (from Mulholland Diner scene) in the Vegas Office? I can't seem to catch his meaning in the story line.

What is up with Cooper's Room Key from the Great Northern? If has finally made it back to Ben Horne...Soooo?

One last question... Did Lynch quit smoking?  He made two references to people (Gordon Cole even) quitting. Did we ever even see Cole smoke in the series or movie? weird for him to say he quit when the character never smoked on camera. "You think about that Tammy."

On Jun 25, 2017, at 4:29 PM, Dom wrote: I think Frank Truman was a police officer in Seattle during Laura's investigation if I remember the book correctly. But I think that a "Sheriff Truman" has been in power for over 60 consecutive years now between the 2 brothers and their father. It sort of like there must always be a Stark in Winterfell.

To my knowledge that was the first time ever we have heard name Joe McCluskey. I have no clue who that is. But I have a feeling we will learn.

Yea, I don’t recollect Joe McCluskey. Gotta watch again to see if he first appears or is mentioned earlier.

I think Ike the Spike is either from the black lodge or an agent of the black lodge. Remember he smelled "funny" per the little girl.

Spike did look a little monstery, his teeth especially.

I actually loved that scene of the sweeping. I could just imagine everyone watching was freaking out and I enjoyed that. And I thought that Walter did some great acting while on the phone as Jean-Michel. "He owes me for two!"

That ending scene from the RR diner was weird as shit. Its either the worst continuity error of all time or something truly weird happened there. Completely different set of people dining there after David Lynch's son runs in and asks if anyone has seen Billy.

Lynch did not quit smoking. He, like Harry Dean are lifers.

Both Laura Dern and Naomi Watts are killing their roles. Both doing a fantastic job. I just cannot wait to see them come face to face over Dougie.

And MacLachlan! All his Cooper iterations are really well done. I love that BOB-Cooper character. Can’t wait to see what trouble he kicks up now!

My new tin foil theory is that we may be dealing with 2 Twin Peaks. Twins of each other if you will. I'm still working this one out. Different versions of the same town in different universes a part of a greater multiverse?

Did you notice Andy was wearing a rolex? Kind of weird.

…And he was supposed to meet the guy at 4:30. Is that one of the numbers from ????? ?

The guy from the Vegas office is working directly for Phillip Jeffries or whoever is pretending to be him IMO.

Don’t overlook the black soot guy walking in the hallway toward the female FBI agent in the morgue. I think it’s related to the guy next to Bill Hastings cell.…

Lots of Arthurian Legend stuff from way back when. I never got that. But its seems to be very important. I would love to go to Merlin's Market.

During the end credits from the last episode buried in the music is Windham Earle's theme mixed into the background too!!!!!

I might try headphones for tonight’s part to see exactly what sounds I miss. I know there’s a lot of low audible noise and rumbling that I don’t hear when our apartment is 86º and the fan is going.…

On Jun 25, 2017, at 8:10 PM, Dom wrote: Some last minute thoughts...

Yeah I agree about MacLachlan is killing it and should win an Emmy for best actor. Black soot guy is awesome and its the same dude for sure from the jail cell. Some people seem to think we have seen him a third time as a homeless man outside of Vegas at the Rachera Rosa is whatever it is called. I don't think that we did. I will need to re-watch that again. Another tin foil hat theory. On those three pages from Laura's diary she refers to knowing who it is and that its not Bob. At least everyone thinks she is referencing Leland. That is probably most right. However I am thinking that she is referring to an evil more powerful and sadistic than even Bob.Like whatever came out of the glass box and mutilated those younglings.

On Jun 25, 2017, at 8:17 PM, Erik wrote: > "Yea, I don’t recollect Joe McCluskey."

I am thinking if the guy in the diner eating food non-stop the whole scene with Ray and the chick Mr C shot in the head.  Just before he kills her, he tells her "i killed joe, and the she freaks out, knowing the gig is up.   The previous scene the eating guy "joe" does something to a car in storage and then cooper like squeezes his face for a whole minute.   Could be McCluskey?

> "Lynch did not quit smoking."

Well, its mighty fine of him to send a non smoking message to all the youths. Considering Cole does not smoke, it is a conscious message.

> "All his Cooper iterations are really well done."

Yes, Kyle will def get an Emmy nomination. Dern and Watts will also I predict.  

> “RR diner was weird as shit. Its either the worst continuity error of all time or something truly weird happened there.”

There are no accidents on a Lynch set. If an error occurs and he likes it he will use it. So who knows why he did it. On the same level as the windows  flashing code on the FBI jet.  He is throwing out decoys i feel.  

> “then it (the Lodge) must be common knowledge among the indigenous culture.”

Then why the heck is Truman not like "well lets go up there" nor does Hawk tell him he was up in those woods when Log Lady last called.

> “Don’t overlook the black soot guy walking in the hallway”

Nope, I did not mention him cause i consider it another decoy.  Kinda like the shambling being behind the diner in Mulholland Drive...never came up again. i am sure he will play a part at some point.  

But i did forget to mention the playing card Mr. C  showed the girl in the hotel bed before he shoots her.  Aliens? Very well could be.

Have a good viewing. The damn internet saying EP 8 is extra noteworthy. Could it be Phillip Jeffries? Windom Earl?  More Leland and Laura? (I actually doubt we will see either of them again).  Audrey? Big Ed? They got plenty of options.

Cheers! ~G

Sent from the Black Lodge.