#we have one bathroom.... can yall not be considerate enough to not be in there for up to TWO HOURS AT A TIME???

[lesbiansanemi]

I am so fucking sick of living with my roommate and his fuck ass boyfriend. Also watching my roommate burn every single one of his (already rather minimal, I might add) bridges for this guy is also kind of painful but also his relationship with me is one of said bridges so I'm almost past the point of even feeling bad for him lmao

[blaxcunicorn]

Diaboli 's angelus

Chapter 1

Length: 3.2k words

Content: fem!reader, nsfw warning (soon)

Authors note: Heeey, I´m back with my first ever series. I love royal au but have never read one with a black princess so I thought why not making one. Hope yall like it and hope you will give me feedback on how to improve my writing. Thank yoou!

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“Your highness, your highness the King and his council are waiting for you”. You groan as you wake up to your maid´s soft voice. “It´s quite early, don´t you think Avery? What does my brother want now?” “But your highness it is midday”. You chuckle “fair enough, what is the meeting about?” you say smiling. “I´m not that sure, I guess there is only one way to find out your highness”, she says, tickling you out of bed. Avery has raised you like you were her own daughter, since your own mother tragically passed away from an incurable illness, when you were just four years old.  

  “I knooow” you say slamming your head on your soft pillow letting out an umph. “I do not understand why you are always so tired before midday?” While you are faced with the pillow on your face a smile creeps out. You tend to sneak out of the castle after dinner to talk to the village people. Johan, your knight tends to help you sneak out through the ports but is always glued by your side as a compromise of letting you out. You wish to know how the palace and your brother can help making their everyday lives easier. It is your kingdom after all and you want to contribute with what you can, to make it blossom. Your brother always takes your suggestions into consideration; however, you always have to lie about how you got that information.  Your kindness towards your people gave you the nickname “et angelicus princeps”. The nickname makes you always embarrassed since you aren't doing this for the title or the honor but rather out of pure heart. The council however loved the concept as it was a reassurance that the people were happy with the rulers.

“Insomnia I guess” you say rolling onto your back. Avery rolls her eyes and grabs your arm and pulls you to the bathroom. “We must cut the ends of your hair, your highness. It's a bit damaged.” You looked at your curls from the mirror, however you did not notice any difference. “Sure, we can do it before braiding it again.” Avery nods before pouring water over your head. After drying yourself, did you both agree upon dressing casually with a white dress with blonde flower patterns covering you modestly. You look at yourself in the mirror as Avery touches upon your makeup and puts a flower on your natural hair that matches your dress. “You grow more beautiful everyday, your highness.” Avery says stroking your shoulders, “T-thank you” you say feeling heat creep to your cheeks. You grab Avery´s hand as you both walk out of your bedroom. As you were walking you couldn't help but to notice the maids' sad smiles towards you. “Why are they sad, are your brother and your sister-in-law well?” You thought to yourself as you ended up walking faster dragging Avery with you. Your heart rate felt like a million per second. You both stop in front of the large door and Avery gives your hand a squeeze as she notices how tense you were. You turn your head towards her and see her beautiful reassuring smile which gives you courage.

     The guards bow before opening the door as you enter, you turn around and look at Avery before the door closes. Your legs feel like spaghetti, and your heart is in your throat. You have not been in the meeting room since the day they announced your father´s death. In front of you are the council members sitting horizontal to the table while your brother is sitting on the largest chair at the end of the table. “Y/n have a seat” your brother says smiling, that smile made you able to breathe normally again. You walked confidently to the other end of the long table facing your brother. A servant pulls the back of the chair to allow you to seat yourself. You give him a small thank you when he pushes the chair up to the table.

  The first one to speak was a senior member of the council called Wilfred. “Your highness thank you for attending this meeting, as I assume that you probably have other duties today.” You wanted to smile, since you pretty much planned on roaming around your private library today and read the chosen book under the tree. If not, probably bother Johan with something. “Don´t worry about it, I did not have anything else planned today, so I am all yours” you smile. “Excellent, do you see the map on the table your highness?” You nod while looking at the large map of the different Kingdoms of the world. The ones circled with green are allied kingdoms such as Hizuru, Okosian and Pumore. The white circled kingdoms are nations we have a neutral relationship with and lastly, we have the Eldian Kingdom that is circled in red. Your kingdom and the Eldian kingdom used to have a great relationship until the tragic passing of their previous king, King Grisha II. You didn't know much about the political situation of Eldia, however you know that your brother has little contact with the Eldians. “Your highness, you probably know how kingdoms build diplomatic relations?” “Ehm yes, with trading?” you answer naively. “and?” You had to think for a second “I don´t know…maybe marriage?” “Bingo, we want you to attend the 104th annual royal ball to find you a potential spouse” your brother responds.

You stare at your brother without being able to make out one single word. It felt like your throat had been sawn in while it was on fire. Your eyes could not blink, and you felt the dryness of the air itching your eyes. “A-a spouse?” you managed to press out. You look down as the dryness of your eyes was replaced with tears creeping up, your brother with some of the council members looked at you with sad eyes, while the others looked down.  “You are 18 years old, and we need this to better our diplomatic relations with other kingdoms. Our military is at its weakest and if someone were to attack, we would be in need of assistance from other kingdoms.” Looking up at your brother again, wiping your tears away with the sleeve of your dress. “I understand, but however could we not rely on our already allied nations for military assistance?” you say almost whisper. “Y/n, with the Eldian kingdom becoming the hegemon, the political climate is quite unbalanced at this very moment. We are unsure if we can still rely on our allies, with the current growing fear of the Eldian kingdom. The safety of the kingdom relies on you being able to marry a King or heir of the throne from a neighboring nation. You becoming the Queen of that kingdom will guarantee that.” You sigh in defeat “I see, when is the ball?” “In three days' ' responds council member Filip short. Your eyes widened, you had three days on you to get ready physically and mentally to find a potential husband. “I hope you understand that this is for the best of our Kingdom, Y/n?” You brother says, sounding concerned. “I do” you respond while looking down at your shaking arms and legs. “In that case, the meeting is over.” You curtsy to your brother before leaving and he responds with a simple nod. You hurry out of the room, in a desperate need of air “You highness how did...” you couldn´t hear Avery´s concerned voice as you were rushing to the garden.

Your heart was speeding, and you felt like you were sweating from everywhere. As you were almost near the exit the world started to spin, and you could no longer breathe. The energy your body once had starts to pour out like water in a waterfall, you lose balance but you land on a surface. “Wow there, all tired already? It's not even evening” grins Johan as he gives you a piggy ride and  sits you down on the bench next to the marble fountain. “Oh, Johan I- ''you can't express anything else before crying on his shoulder. All the stress you felt earlier just came out in the form of tears, whenever you tried to form a word hulking was the only thing your body was able to let out. After what felt like ages, the sadness vanished and was replaced with numbness. “Care to explain who I'm fighting?” You giggle, Johan always somehow managed to light up your mood. “I see, you are getting married to a random King or potential King, ''Johan says, staring up in the sky. “Poor man, how can he manage a woman like you? I feel worse for your potential husband.” You tilt your head to the side before hitting Johan playfully on the shoulder “hey!” you laugh. “On a serious note, you should not be too upset. Try to be hopeful, your future husband might be a nice and honorable man.” Johan says grinning, he is quite handsome and most of the maids working in the palace are charmed by his famous smile. Johan and you grew up together as he is Avery´s son and he always considered you a friend before your title. “You have a point there, I wonder who he is going to be and what he is doing right now?”

   Eren is lying on his stomach, Mikasa´s hand is  on his bare back while her thumb is stroking his back. Mikasa leans in for a kiss, however Eren shoves his head further from her. “I think I´ll have to go, the other maids might need my help.” Eren simply nods and stands up and hands over her dress. Mikasa is not hurt by Eren´s rejection, the rule they set is that she is allowed to kiss him everywhere but on the lips. “Eren is just not the affectionate type, but it does not change what we have” Mikasa thinks for herself as she sits on the bed watching Eren fixing his shirt. She then stands up, kisses his cheeks before curtsying Eren and exiting the room. A couple of steps outside his master bedroom she bumps into Armin. Armin looks at Mikasa with pity eyes and she responds with “Don´t say a single word, Armin” in a low but threatening manner. The blonde just breathes deeply and walks past her. Armin hates seeing his childhood friend obsessed with a man that is obviously using her for comfort, ignorant of the love the young Ackerman girl has for him. “Eren, it's me” Armin says while knocking, “Come in Armin, what is it?” The blonde enters his master bedroom “You need to stop sleeping with Mikasa” Eren looks confused at him “Why? We are both just enjoying each other's company.” Armin breathes deeper as he knows arguing against the king would be a lost cause. “The council wants a word with you Eren” The young King looks even more confused “About what?” Armin looks down while peeling the skin on the side of his nails as he nervously says “T-to find you a potential wife.” Before Armin could look up, his childhood friend went out the door. “Eren!” Armin runs after him as they both enter the meeting room.  “Eren! Wai-“, the blonde advisor freezes as he looks up at the other four fellow council members sitting around the gold table.

      When Eren became king he reformed the council and appointed Levi, Erwin, Pixi, Nile and himself as his councilmen. However, he gave Armin the position as his personal advisor since they have known each other since childhood and Eren trusted him more than anyone. Levi let out a “tch” at Eren´s behavior, the head of the Ackerman clan was fully aware of Eren´s tantrums and could bet his hand on Eren´s reaction to the proposal from the council. Yet, he does not blame him, Eren might have been king for the past three years but he is still young, the currently the youngest ruler in the world and in the history of Eldia. “What am I hearing? You want me to find a wife?!” The young king shouts. Erwin sighs “Your majesty, have a seat first.” Eren walks up to the table and sits down at his seat “I am all seated” he says annoyed leaning his head on his knuckles. Armin also takes the seat next to his green-eyed friend, and can´t help but to feel a bit nervous, he can´t stop thinking about how Mikasa would take this. “As you are fully aware, we have discussed the topic of finding the kingdom a potential Queen. We want  you to attend the 104th annual royal ball and connect with a princess you wish to marry.” Eren looks at all of them in disgust. “Why should I give up my freedom and be caged by a woman?” Nile is the one to answer “your majesty, with all the respect you are 19 of age and should find a Queen to rule by your side. More importantly, this is going to help us build better diplomatic relations with other kingdoms. At this very moment as Eldia is blossoming,  is also fear growing around the world.  The kingdom of our future Queen might help us get better dialogues with other nations.” Eren looked bored at the commander of the Military Police. “If a Kingdom threatens Eldia, we just do what we always do, we´ll take it to the battlefield.” Pixi wakes up from his drunken state, “your highness the Kingdom cannot afford to send more soldiers to battle whenever Eldia feels threatened by a nation.” Eren looks at him with confusion “We can, we can afford it.” He says, crossing his arms. Levi slams his hand on the table “You know as well as me the horrors of war and as we stand today can we not afford losing more soldiers, accept this proposal as it is the best option for the Kingdom.” The Survey Corps captain and the King were staring coldly in each other’s eyes.

      Armin lets out a little cough to ease the tension “Eren, you are not the one that is losing your freedom. Your wife is as she has to submit to you and the rules of the Kingdom. In fact she might have never had freedom to begin with, she has to submit to her father, brother, husband and at the very end her son. You have way more freedom that they'll ever have.” Eren looks down in shame as we never thought about the fact that princesses are basically birds in cages. “In addition to that, Eren, you need an heir. The Kingdom needs reassurance that there is a King that will take over if ehm…something might happen to you.” Armin almost whispers the last part.  Eren´s eyes widens, Armin is right he indeed needs an heir. The thought never crossed his mind as he was busy with expanding Eldia and eliminating threats to the Kingdom. The green-eyed man groans in defeat “Okay, I'll do it. When is it?” while shaking his head. “In three days” says Nile short. Eren whips his head to Armin which basically screams “You knew for how long? And did you not tell me earlier?” Armin gives his friend a nervous smile before putting one hand on Eren´s shoulder. “I would never let you attend unprepared, I spent some time talking to our diplomats and have gathered information about the potential princesses that might attend. I will go with you as your advisor and supporter.” Eren feels some of the tension leave his body “what would I have done without you Armin” he says smiling. “Probably run this Kingdom down in hell” Levi responds. “Well, that’s true,” Eren chuckles.

Three days passed by too quickly and you were standing on a small pedestal while getting ready for the ball. Avery is touching up on your butterfly locs she braided two days ago. Your makeup is getting done by Charlotte, she is giving you a natural look that enhances your beauty. Lastly, we have Christine sewing in a white flower in your white choker. The ladies were surprisingly quiet and concentrated on their different tasks, which left you unfortunately alone in your own thoughts. You keep breathing out of your mouth to calm your rapid beating heart. This is your first ball and you couldn't help but to stress your life out. What if you fail and the Kingdom is doomed? Most Kings and Princes would probably want cute blonde princesses, would they even be interested in someone like you? “And we are done!” Avery says proudly, interrupting your thoughts. Christine wrapped the choker around your throat from behind you. Avery turns you around and you see yourself at the reflection and you are speechless. The dress you wear is baby pink with white flower patterns, it had gold broderie that went from each of your shoulders and down to the end of the dress. It also has a large golden waistband that hung loosely from your waist and was braided into one part in the middle that hung down on your dress. Avery has put golden butterflies on your locs that matched the gold.

      The thoughts you had vanished the second you laid your eyes on yourself. You felt both feminine and strong and it blossomed a broad smile on your face. “You look beautiful, your highness” says Avery with a choking, you turn around and see her tear up. “How pathetic you aren't married yet and here I am crying like I´ll never see you again” the woman laughs, drying her tears. You are on your way to embrace her in a hug before you hear a knock. Christine runs to the door and opens it.  “Y/n the carriage is ready for you” you hear Johan say. “Boy, what have I told you about referring to her highness by her first name!” you could tell that Avery was two seconds from giving him a beating. “That she is our princess and I need to show her more respect”, “exactly” Avery says smacking him in the back of the head. You could not help but to laugh “It's okay Avery, Johan does not have to call me by my title.” Johan smirks as a response, but poor Avery is in distress “b-but your highness.” Johan claps his hand before bowing “after you, your highness”, you couldn't help but to laugh and cringe as it was very out of character of him. “Take care of her Johan!” Avery shouts after you two. “Of course mother, it's my job after all” he answers playfully. One of the guards opens the carriage door and you lift your dress to seat yourself inside. Johan jumps on the seat next to the coachman and gives the older man a nod to start. As you were riding out of the palace, couldn't you look back and see everyone waving and you lift your eyes up a bit and see your brother looking at you ride out. You take a deep breath as make yourself comfortable in the carriage as it is going to be a long ride.

[rubyreduji]

weave your little webs of opacity — hvc

summary: vernon hates keeping secrets from you, but it's kind of inevitable when he's leading a double life

tags: fluff, spiderman!au, roommate!au, gn!reader wc: 3.4k an: yall can’t tell me this man doesn’t have spiderman energy like his the spiderboy

“Shit, shit, shit,” Vernon curses as he glides through the skies of New York. This is the third time this week he’s going to be late to dinner and his roommate is going to absolutely annihilate him for it. Even though it’s not his fault that some guy tried to start a fight in the street.

Vernon loves helping people, he loves being Spiderman, but he does not love the consequences it comes with. The thing is it’s not even the consequences of leading a second life or constantly being in a state of beat and bruised, no its the consequences of his roommate. If he was being honest Vernon is more afraid of you beating him up than any New York thug or random villain he comes in contact with.

A sigh of relief escapes Vernon’s lips as his apartment comes into view. He lands on the fire escape before quickly slipping into his open window. You guys live in a pretty discrete area of town which Vernon is thankful for.

Vernon doesn’t get a moment of peace though because before he can even change out of his suit you’re banging on his door, loud enough to disturb the neighbors. “HANSOL VERNON CHWE IF YOU DON’T COME OUT AND EAT DINNER RIGHT NOW I’M BUSTING THIS DOOR DOWN AND DRAGGING YOU OUT HERE BY YOUR HAIR!”

Strangely enough you seem to be in a good mood.

Another thing Vernon is lucky for is the fact he’s a frequent fire escape user. It’s rare for him to use the front door to enter the apartment, so it’s never strange for him to emerge from his room without you even hearing him come in. It’s another way he can pretend he’s been home for longer than he actually has, as well.

“Give me a minute!” He shouts back as he quickly changes clothes. He grabs a couple of wet wipes off his desk and does his best to clean up without having to walk out of his room to the bathroom. 

Right as Vernon opens his door your fist is about to connect with it again, nearly hitting Vernon in his nose. He quickly grabs your wrist and pulls it away from his face.

“Took you long enough,” you scoff before pulling away and walking to the kitchen table. “What have you even been doing in there?”

“I have a lot of classwork and I had my headphones on, I’m sorry, I’ll be more considerate next time,” Vernon promises as he sits down at the table.

“You better be. The pasta is getting cold.”

You two eat in relative silence, more focused on stuffing your faces than making conversation. You have the TV playing in the background, a habit you picked up from your dad, and Vernon glances over to see the local news.

“Oh fuck,” he curses, fork dropping onto his plate. 

“What?” You turn in your seat to look at the TV.

Playing on the screen is a clip of Spiderman, of him, from earlier today after he stopped a robbery in a convenience store.

“S-sorry, I just wasn’t uhm, wasn’t expecting to see a robbery so close to our apartment. People these days huh.”

“Yeah…we’ll have to start locking our windows, and by we, I mean you. You know I don’t like when you come in through the fire escape,” you chide. Okay Vernon can admit he walked into that one. “You know for all the popularity he’s gained, that Spiderman guy is still quite a mess.”

“Hey!”

“What? It’s true! He’s kind of sloppy, and look at his supposed supersuit, it’s weak. Not to mention with such mixed opinions on him it’s created conflict in the city.”

“Well what are…your opinions on Spiderman?”

“He’s…fine. He cleans up the minor crime in the streets which is nice, but he also seems to be making more problems. First off he’s so showy, everyone knows who he is, it’s like he’s planting a target on his own back. Then there’s the news coverage, you can’t watch the daily news without some kind of Spiderman issue. Don’t you think he’s a little bit cocky as well? Doing all those flashy tricks and thinking he can save the whole city by himself. It’s a little pretentious.”

If Vernon was being honest he was expecting you to be neutral on the situation, not negative. His roommate, his best friend, thinks he’s pretentious. You also made fun of his costume which like hey he knows it’s not great but he made it himself and he’s proud of it.

“I don’t think he’s that bad,” Vernon defends, “he’s just doing his best to do his part. If you had super powers would you not use them for good?”

“Didn’t know you were such a Spiderman fan there Nonie. Sorry for talking about your guy crush like that,” you tease. “Anyways, I don’t think I could have any superpower that would be more helpful than the one I have up here.” You tap at your skull. Of course. You’re hands down the smartest person Vernon knows, skilled with technology and science and math and everything Vernon is not.

The rest of your dinner goes by without any more talk of Spiderman, to the relief of Vernon. The previous conversation sticks with Vernon though, your words floating around in his brain as he lays down to sleep. He wonders if you would like Spiderman if you knew it was him, or if you would still like him if you knew he was Spiderman.

“Help! Someone please help!”

Vernon zips through the buildings as he follows the faint screams. His day has been fairly tame, not much crime to stop, until now that is. He comes upon the alley the screaming is coming from. 

A girl is being backed into a corner by two men as another one is being held down by a big burly guy. The men have knives on them, it seems like they’re trying to mug the girls. Of course, typical day in New York.

“Hey! Why don’t you try and pick on someone your own size.” He shoots a web out at the biggest guy, pulling him off the girl he has pinned down. He throws him across the alley, slamming him into the wall. 

“Aw look, the little spidey boy came to save the girl. How sweet,” one of the guys drawls, venom seeping from his tone. “We’d like to see you try.”

“Oh I’ll do more than just try,” Vernon says before shooting around another web. It hits short of the guy and he laughs, staring at it up above his head. Unfortunately for him, while distracted, he doesn’t notice the way Vernon is swinging in to kick him right into the wall. He hits the brick with a loud thud and a groan.

Two down, one more to go.

The final guy takes a swing at him with his knife, but Vernon’s senses are too good as he jumps out of the way. That doesn’t stop him though, and he lunges at Vernon, this time catching him by the arm. Vernon’s senses may be good, but he’s still a bit new to this superhero thing.

The two struggle on the ground, throwing punches at each other. At one point the man’s knife nicks Vernon across the face and he hisses. Over all of the tussling and playing around, Vernon grabs the man by his neck and squeezes a bit before using all his strength to throw the man into the wall. He too hits with a grunt. He staggers to his feet before calling to the other men. The three take off claiming it’s not worth it anymore.

“Thank you Spiderman! Wow you really are special!” The two girls run up to his side, grabbing at his arms.

“Nothing too special ladies, just doing my job. Allow me to walk you two home as well, as it’s getting dark.”

“You’re such a gentleman!” The two squeal.

“Anything to keep the city safe.”

Vernon walks with the two down the streets, catching a few glances. The two girls seem giddy, giggling a bit to themselves. During the walk he learns their names are Cherry and Samantha and they’re both his age. Finally the three come up to an apartment building and they stop outside.

“Once again thank you Spiderman, you really saved us.”

“No problem ladies. Now if you ever have a problem again, just call.” With a wink Vernon shoots a web and swings off, leaving the two to squeal to themselves.

A sense of accomplishment sits in Vernon’s chest as he climbs through his window. It’s not that late either. He quickly changes into his day clothes before heading into the living room.

“Y/N? You home?”

“Yeah I’m in here!” You call from your own room, the door cracked.

Vernon heads in that direction, opening the door fully. “Whatcha up to?”

You look up from your desk only to gasp. “Vernon, what happened to your face.” You quickly stand to greet Vernon, your thumb reaching up to brush against his cheek. He hisses a bit and pulls back, your thumb coming away red with blood.

Right. The muggar’s knife.

“Oh I uh, fell skateboarding earlier. Forgot about it, but a rock must have cut me up. You know me, clumsy as ever.”

You look a bit skeptical but don’t mention it. “Well let me help patch you up. Go sit.”

Vernon, not one to disobey you, goes to take his seat at the kitchen table. You come back with the first aid kit before sitting down yourself. You take the time to alcohol wipe the cut before applying some ointment and then placing the bandage. Vernon ignores the way his heart speeds up.

Okay, here’s the deal, Vernon wouldn’t say he a crush on you…but there is some kind of attraction. You’re smart and kind and talented and know how to make the best home cooked meals ever so of course he may harbor some less than platonic feelings for you. BUT he’s not going to do anything about it. You guys are best friends and roommates and he’s not going to ruin that just because you patch up his boo-boos every once in a while.

When you finish up you start to pack everything back away in the first aid kit. “Hey skater boy it’s your turn to make dinner. Let’s watch a movie while he eat today, yeah?”

Yeah, there’s no way Vernon is going to ruin this just because of his stupid feelings.

Vernon really needs to work on his time management. He’s late for dinner, again. How does this keep happening? It’s even worse because it’s his night to make dinner too.

The thing is he’s not even late because of Spiderman things today. He’s late because he was studying at the library for his next test and now he’s going to have to deal with not knowing the material and not having a fed roommate.

He’s quickly crawls into his window, out of breath. He turns on his desk lamp only to jump out of his shoes. You’re sitting on his bed, bouncing your leg.

“Jesus Y/N what are you doing?”

“What am I doing? I should be asking you what you’re doing…Spiderman.”

Vernon stops in his tracks. “W-what?” Curse his voice crack.

“I’m not an idiot Vernon, you should know that.” Of course he should. You’re the smartest person he knows. “Coming home late. Random cuts and bruises. Being gone whenever Spiderman is in action. Having the same mannerisms and voice. Spiderman wearing the same sneakers you do. Not to mention I saw part of your costume in your laundry when I was switching it over so I could use the washer.” 

How did Vernon ever think he could fool you? Of course you figured him out. You’re Y/N L/N. Who was he to think he could even fool you.

Vernon just sighs and pushes his hair back. “So…what now?”

“I should be asking you that. You’re Spiderman.” 

“You think I’m pretentious and sloppy,” Vernon blurts out. It’s been on his mind since the conversation that night. He doesn’t get why it bothers him so much, maybe because it’s you.

“Yes I did. I had a suspicion you were Spiderman at the time, I wanted to see how you reacted. Not to mention I do think Spiderman is a bit pretentious and sloppy. You’re new to the hero thing, I get it, but you could use some major upgrades,” you tell Vernon.

“Oh I could? And…you could make that happen?”

“Of course. You underestimate me Chwe.” You stand and leave Vernon’s room, giving him no choice but to follow you. “I wasn’t lying when I said I found Spiderman sloppy, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t take an interest. You know me, you know I love to use my mind when I can.”

You lead Vernon to your room where you boot up your large PC and monitor setup. You click through a couple of files until you give one final tap and a few windows pop up on your screen. The foremost one is a design. A spidersuit design. 

The design is a lot more advanced than what he’s wearing now. Well what he’s wearing now is just a pair of joggers, a long sleeve compression shirt, and his homemade mask so yeah it’s not great. The design is cohesive. It looks to be made out of spandex or some kind of tight stretchy material. It’s an all black suit with thin white spindles on it, resembling spider legs. A big red spider sits at the center of the chest part and red accents surround the large white eye pieces and the feet and fingers of the suit, almost like they’re spray painted on.

“You made this?” Vernon looks between you and the screen.

“Of course. It’s only a prototype.”

That’s something that will never not amaze Vernon. You’re so intelligent and you don’t even bat an eye at it. You don’t stay on the spidersuit though, you keep talking about technology and spreadsheets and lots of things Vernon would only somewhat understand if you had half the brain you do.

Vernon doesn’t know how to respond to any of it other than, “You…you wanna be my computer guy?”

“When you- what?”

“You wanna be my computer guy? I thought you…didn’t like Spiderman.”

“I don’t like Spiderman, but I like you.” You stand up from your desk. “So if you’re Spiderman…I think I can make an exception.”

“You really care about me that much?”

“Are you stupid? Of course. You’re my best friend and I care about you and if you are committed to this superhero thing then I want to make sure you’re gonna be at your best. So, will you let me help?”

“Of course! I- I’m going to be the best superhero ever.”

“Hey and even if you’re doing this superhero thing…you still gotta make dinner.”

Vernon grins. He’s glad that no matter what, you won’t change. “Deal.” He sticks his hand out and you grab it and shake his hand.

“Speaking of which…that’s your job tonight.” You wink at him and he can’t even complain, making his way to the kitchen to make dinner.

It’s been a few weeks since you discovered Vernon’s secret and if he was being honest, things couldn’t be better. The supersuit has not only proved to be useful in many ways but it’s also upped his credibility with the authorities.

You’ve also proven to be more than amazing as his tech guy. You not only update Vernon on the crime in the area but you also keep him safer than he could on his own. You also keep him company through your communication device when he’s got nothing to do on patrol.

“There seems to be a disruption a few blocks away from you. A girl seems to be getting harassed by a couple of drunk guys.”

“On it.” Vernon jumps off the roof he’s on and starts to swing in the direction you tell him.

On the street two drunk guys seem to be harassing a girl who’s trying to fight them off, pushing past them and telling them to leave her alone. Vernon flies in and quickly binds the two together by his webs. An easy fix for a minor problem.

When the two men are under control Vernon looks to check on the girl, only to see its the same girl from a few weeks ago.

“Oh Spiderman! You saved me again! Thank you so much!”

“Well you seem to be an everyday damsel in distress. Cherry, right?”

“Uhm yes. Wow, I can't believe Spiderman remembered my name.” Vernon notices the light blush spreading across her cheeks.

“Here, lemme walk you home again.”

Cherry is quick to grab onto Vernon’s arm as he guides her back to her apartment. She makes idle chatter with him, even complimenting his new spidersuit. Once again when they get to her apartment they stop outside.

“Thank you so much for saving me. And walking me home.”

“Of course. Just doing my job, keeping the city safe.”

“You know…this is kind of embarrassing to admit but you’re kind of my celebrity crush.”

“O-oh!”

“I know it’s silly but c’mon you’re Spiderman! You’re cool and nice and you’ve saved me twice now. So just know that if you’re ever free on a Friday night, I will be too. You know where to find me. Have a good night Spiderman!” With that Cherry presses a quick kiss on Vernon’s cheek before running into her apartment building.

Vernon’s not sure how to react. Sure he’s aware that people have crushes on Spiderman but no one’s ever been bold enough to make a move. The kiss and Cherry’s words stick in Vernon’s mind as he heads back home.

It’s quiet when he climbs in his window and he wonders what you’re up to, no word from you since the tip about Cherry. Vernon changes and cleans up before heading into the kitchen. There’s still no sight of you and Vernon frowns, heading towards your room.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He gently pushes the door open to see you sitting at your desk, staring at the surveillance cams. “Y/N?”

“What?” You spit out.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“If you’re going to mess around and flirt with girls and whatever you want to do, maybe you shouldn’t be Spiderman. When you decided to help the city you took on a responsibility but if you’re not going to take it seriously and use it as a way to pick up girls then forget me trying to help,” you tell him.

“W-what? Is this about Cherry?”

“‘Oh Spiderman you’re so strong and handsome. You saved me. Please go out with me.’ Don’t act like you weren’t loving it.”

“Where is this coming from? I was just being nice, it’s not my fault she decided to confess to me.”

“She doesn’t even know you! She just cares that you’re Spiderman, she doesn’t know you. You’re Vernon, you like Avril Lavigne and skate boarding and cheeseburgers and for some reason you love Star Wars in the most geeky way ever. You’re allergic to peanuts and like cool shoes and everyone who likes you just because you’re Spiderman are superficial and lame because I like you just for being Vernon Chwe.” 

It takes Vernon a second to process what you’re saying. It’s nothing near what he was expecting but it still makes his insides warm nonetheless. “You- you like me?”

“Shut up! Yes!” You shout in frustration. “I don’t put in this much effort for everyone, stupid. And I get you don’t like me back but I’m just saying don’t settle for people who like you just because you’re Spiderman because you’re a lot more than that.”

“Woah, woah, wait. Y/N, hey.” Vernon grabs your shoulders to get your attention. “It’s your turn to shut up now. Who said I didn’t like you back. Dude I’ve liked you for like…over a year now.” You stare at him a bit incredulously. 

“Why didn’t you say anything asshole!” You shove his shoulder.

“I wasn’t going to mess up our friendship!” Vernon defends himself.

You scoff, “Like I would let that happen. Be real Vernon.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He goes quiet for a moment before continuing, “So…is this when we kiss or?”

“Oh my god you’re so lame!” You laugh. “Who knew Spiderman had zero game.”

“What happened to I’m more than just Spiderman?”

“Oh my god just come here,” you mutter before you pull Vernon into you. Vernon smiles against your lips and feels you smile back as well. He thinks that if this is his superhero story, you’re the best ending he could get.

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[crimezaddyrio]

what’s the significance behind the ‘c’mon ma it’s too good’ line? does rio say it bc he sees beth not telling dean abt them hooking up as a ‘it’s never gonna happen again so why tell him’

Hi anon! Sorry for the late reply!!  HMMMM I DEFINITELY. DEFINITELY DEFINITELY do not think he said it like “ha its not gonna happen again so just tell him.” Nah nah. Its very likeee nuanced (This is gonna be long yall). Number one, I believe that partly, Rio was surprised that Beth didn’t say jack to her husband. Like yeah Beth is an amazing liar, but after the shit Dean went though, ya think an already guilty conscious would come clean, ya know? Considering she literally slept with the dude who shot her husband. 

So I gotta look at this as an actor from the progression of the change in tone/beats. 

Surprised with a mix of a smile.“We honestly had bomb ass sex and I think that was enough to come clean to your shit husband.” He expected her to tell Dean. 

Then he says, “You didn’t tell him, huh?” A little amusement in his voice. “Oh baby, you really didn’t tell him?”  Rio likes a little drama. He’s a total tea drinker. Literally and figuratively. He is looking at Dean’s expression in this, and thats where I think there is like a “oh you didn’t tell the kid Santa Claus doesn’t exist?” He really doesn’t consider Dean as a threat, or as an adult for that matter.

Now this, he transitioned from looking to Dean and then to Beth. This was a loaded fucking statement. It was, “this thing between us, its too good. What happened in the bathroom? too good. What we could be? too. fuckin. good.” TBH I think the significance of this was Rio now had a whole new set of expectations, he has these feelings coming up, both of them have addressed their tension, BUT IN A NON VERBAL WAY (which drives us all crazy about what is going through BOTH THEIR HEADS.)  THROUGH SEXXXY BATHROOM TIMES. 

So just his expression right when Beth says, “Don’t” is so fuckin interesting anon. 

He bites his lip. Stopping himself, thinking, considering, being fucking considerate to what she wants for fuckin once. WHICH IS SO FUCKING MIND BLOWING REALLY CAUSE LIKE WOAH FOR ONCE HE KINDA IS NOT GONNA ROAST HER. He is critical of her, and he listens to her. However this relationship will totally shift the dynamic of their conversations and how they are going to navigate it from here on! So its a little hard for us all to predict what they will, do or say now! Honestly I don’t think any of us BRIO tumblrs can really accurately predict or say what for sure is gonna happen because they sure as hell don’t and Beth doesn’t want to put a label on it. 

Rio is no idiot, and yeah for sure he is rusty on fucking social etiquette cause he lives in the crime world, but when it comes to relationships, romance, friend, etc those get really convoluted because shit like that doesn’t last, trust has to be earned, and if you fuck up once, you fuck up forever (trust wise) So Rio doesn’t trust easy, not just for the obvious reasons, but because these romantic relationships just don’t last like that in this world nor do they necessarily fit. But maybe Beth could? She has the potential. Maybe this could work. Maybe a relationship is possible, for someone who can stand with him, as an equal, as someone who can handle this world, unlike the others before her who have fallen or left. 

[shhh-no-ones-home]

tricks of the trade 1/2 new age x-men x reader

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in which the new age x men get together for a friendly game of truth or dare that slowly leads to spin the bottle

i know warren has metal wings now but were just gonna say that when apocalypse was defeated his magic on the horsemen wore off so he has his regular wings back. (also this ends with warren and the reader so if you dont like that pairing skip part two)

song: crush culture by conan gray

+++++++++

we all sat around the common room and drank as we pleased. it was a casual party that we deserved after the latest mission. we all just wanted to chill and be the stupid kids that we had once been deprived of. the couches and chairs had all been moved so we could be close to each other but still giving enough room to those that  would end up on the floor where most of the drinks resided when not being consumed. i sat on a single chair and looked around at the tired yet happy faces of my class mates and team mates. the couch across from me sat scott, jean, jubilee, and ororo. the chair to my left held warren and the chair to my right held kurt. it was hard for me to see him though because peter sat close to me on the chairs arm rest that i was seated in. i laughed at something scott said, quickly retaliating with my usual sarcasm.

"gee scott, didnt know you had a funny bone anywhere in that body of yours."

he threw a pillow at me but peter caught it before it could hit me. he just smiled at me and put it under his head as he leaned closer to me, into the back of the chair.

"bite me y/n"

i raised an eyebrow.

"i would but you have a girl friend."

the collections of oos around the room made jean stir in her seat as scott protested to my accusations.

"chill buzzkill, we all know the two of you have the hots for each other, you dont have to hide it, we're all friends here."

warren let out a snort. i looked at him and smirked.

"well at least most of us are friends here."

he sent me a glare and i winked at him before taking another sip out of my red solo cup.

jubilee hopped up quickly and sat back on her crossed legs on the couch.

"you guys we should play truth or dare."

there was a collection of groans, kurt looking between us all slightly confused. jubilee piped back up.

"oh come one, when was the last time any of us got to be proper teenagers?"

i dropped my head for a second before closing my eyes in regret.

"jean, truth or dare?"

i looked up to see jubilee smile in excitement. jean looked annoyed. she sighed.

"truth."

"boring."

she sent me a look.

"fine, all cards on the table. no questions asked to any truths, just simple answers. you can answer to whatever extent you feel comfortable. now, jean, how do you really feel about scott?"

peter let out a small laugh, causing me to look at him.

"so, so."

i side nodded.

"that wasnt so hard was it?"

jubilee piped up.

"jeans turn!"

she looked at warren.

"warren, truth or dare."

he squinted his eyes at her.

"dare."

he looked at me.

"now were getting somewhere."

we both looked back to jean.

"i dare you get y/n a leaf off the tallest tree on the mansion grounds."

many of our friends eyes went wide but warren had his game face on.

"you all gonna come watch or what?"

we all got up and quickly followed him down the hall and out to the courtyard. we watched in awe as he took off with his immaculate wings and fly across the lake to the tallest tree on the other side. he came back with a gentle land and handed me the brightest red leaf id ever seen. i turned to jean.

"can we all go back inside? its freezing out here."

warren grabbed my shoulder.

"not so fast lil miss."

i sent him a glare.

"what could you possibly...?"

he patted my shoulder.

"truth or dare?"

his eyes were intense in the moonlight.

"is that a challenge angel?"

he raised a brow at me.

"maybe."

i squinted my eyes at him.

"dare."

"y/n no."

i looked to jean and took into consideration her warning but it was too late.

"i dare you to jump in the lake."

my head snapped towards warren in a fit of anger.

"theres no way in hell."

"oh so its gonna be like that is it?"

i crossed my arms over my chest and before i knew it he had lifted me up and flew me to the side of the lake, throwing me into the cold water. when i came up for air he was standing on the shore laughing at me.

"i hate you, you overgrown chicken."

the others had run over to see if i was okay and all had looks of concern and anger written on their faces. i waded for a second before splashing him and pulling him in with me. when he came up he was flailing around and coughing. he stopped for a second before splashing me and climbing out of the freezing water. i followed suit and shivered when the cold air hit my wet skin.

"okay i think its time to go back inside."

jubilee nodded in agreement.

"you two go dry off and when your done come back to the common room. we are gonna keep playing though."

we both nodded and followed the team back into the mansion, splitting off to go to our respective rooms.

+++

when i came out of my room i could hear a commotion down the hall. i knocked on warrens door and when he opened it he was shirtless but still dripping wet. he seemed beyond peeved but more annoyed than anything.

"something wrong?"

he scoffed at me.

"yeah my wings are wet. i cant do shit."

i tried to stifle the giggle that came to me.

"do you want some help?"

he paused but admitted defeat. he hung his head.

"yes."

i followed him back into his room and caught the towel that he threw me. i let out a small laugh before patting down his wings.

+++

we walked back into the common room only to find cups empty and friends sitting on the floor in a circle, a bottle in the middle of them where the coffee table had been.

"yall decide truth or dare wasnt enough?"

ororo laughed.

"actually, kurt was asked a truth and he said party games here were very interesting, we told him about spin the bottle and to our surprise he dared jubilee to set the game up."

i let out a small laugh and shook my head. peter patted the floor beside him and i gladly obliged. jubilee piped up to explain the rules. warren rolled his eyes but took a seat between peter and scott.

"i dont believe ive ever played this game."

peter piped up.

"cant say that any more pal."

i lightly nudged peters arm.

"remember when we used to play this in middle school? every time it was your turn to spin the bottle you got up to go get more food or go to the bathroom."

we both laughed at the memory. jubilee shook her head but grabbed the bottle and spun it quickly. we all waited patiently for it to come to a stop. it landed on peter to all of out suprise. i smacked his back.

"guess its to late to leave."

he looked at me before slowly leaning across the center of the circle to give jubilee a quick peck on the lips. next ororo spun, it landed on kurt who turned a deep shade of purple when she leaned over to give him a short kiss. next kurt spun and it landed on warren. we all giggled but warren had the sternest face id ever seen. kurt looked to me and then jubilee.

"maybe i should not, i believe warren is still angry about our past before coming to be here at the mansion."

i looked at warren who still had a stern gaze on kurt. i patted kurt reasuringly on the back.

"i think your right kurt, we can skip this one."

he nodded and i spun. it landed on jean. she sent me a glare before rolling her eyes and leaning over to peck me on the lips before returning to her seat in annoyance. when she looked back at me i winked at her and laughed.

"this game is stupid."

"come on jean, your just saying that cause you havent kissed scott yet."

she sat back on her hands but didnt say anything. next peter spun. it landed on ororo and he pecked her with just as much haste as he did jubilee. when we got situated back in his seat we all stared at warren who didnt move. he looked around to all of us.

"what?"

"its your turn hippogryph."

he sighed but spun anyways. it went around a few times before slowly coming to a hault in front of me. peter laughed before nudging me and pointing at warren. i nodded at him.

"thanks peter, i get it."

i got up on my knees and crawled across to warren, kissing him slowly, but pulling away and quickly returning to my seat. we all kept playing, drinking as we did, and everyone kissing everyone at least once before the game finished.

[chimericchaos]

From our experience wearing a uniform, we also hated it and asked several different people why wearing a uniform was still a thing. Nobody could really give a concrete answer

Over time, we worked out the gist of it: to supress individuality

Uniforms are can be traced back to the industrial revolution, a time where the basic education system had their focus on preparing students to work in the factories (if they weren't already)

Any and all aspirations were centered around economic growth, and to achieve that one had to be trained to work in a factory or office for the rest of their life. School ended up a part in this training

You start at a certain time

You assemble in straight lines

You walk in single file to your allocated room

You sit in an allocated position

You're given a designated number

You perform one (1) task all day every day

You are allowed a tea break and a lunch break, which can be eliminated if the head of the institution deems it necessary, and without your consent

You must pay of your own money for materials, uniform, toiletries, stationary and any other necessary things allocated by the institution. You must also pay a monthly or yearly fee to even be there

You have the responsibility to ensure the uniform must be neat, tidy, clean, of the right size and colour, according to the dress code issued by the institution. No exceptions

You are NOT allowed to wear any favourite items of clothing

You are NOT allowed to bring items from home that the institution does not allow

You are NOT allowed to use anyone else's materials as you are expected to supply your own

You are NOT allowed to speak outside of when you are expected to speak

You are NOT allowed to attend to your own activities while within the allocated work time, eg: you read a book that is unrelated to your work during working hours, even if your work is finished

You are NOT allowed to go to the bathroom outside of your respective tea and lunch breaks (The teachers are told to enforce this rule, some are considerate enough to let you go, though some do make a big deal over it regardless)

You are NOT allowed to speak of what happens within the school premises

You are NOT allowed to get into any altercation while others are able to identify you as a student of the school. If you wish to participate in violence or debauchery, do it far outside of the school premesis, outside of your uniform and outside of you allocated hours

You are NOT allowed to question, comment on, talk back to or express any kind of contempt or resistance towards your teachers. You should feel blessed to even be here in the first place

You are NOT allowed to promote yourself individually within the school and/or within identification that you are of the school. Individuality is NOT allowed

You are NOT allowed to defame the school, its property or the members of staff

You are NOT to argue if your teacher confiscates any item from you which they decide to be distracting from your education

You are NOT to choose the best for you, it will be chosen for you

You are NOT to be free as you wish, your freedom is forfeit to the school rules so long as you attend the school (which you have to do by law)

You are NOT to be who you want to be, you will be told who you are and you must except it

Yall think this is satire but legit this is the kind of rules a lot of schools/workplaces have

You fight back against it and you'll be kicked out, but you can't be without it as it is against the law, so you have no choice but to give in

For a lot of students, the only alternative is death

[chahchani]

Boyfriend Rowoon

-you have accepted the fact that this giant will always be hovering over you and giving you bear hugs whether it’s in public or at the dorm with the boys, and you don’t even try to break free because it has never happened before and it will never happen once he’s gotten a hold of you. Forehead kisses, never letting go of your hands, and you sitting on his lap is an absolute must. 

 -The kid lives for couple coordinated outfits, he love wearing matching shoes and jackets, showing you off and everyone often says you guys are couple goals and he’s so fricken proud of that while your like ok its not that deep rowoon and hes just grinning at all the fan-site photos like omg we look cuteee. He’ll drag you often to public events because hello couple goals and yall attend seoul fashion week every year like its your religion. It’s casual to see many girls anywhere and everywhere checking him out even when you’e right next to him but you’re really chill and cool about it because you know he loves you wayyyyyy to much, it’s like he forgot that other people exist sometimes. 

-Selfies? A tradition to do everytime you meet. Selfie when your dressed up, selfies with you both look like shit, selfies in the bathroom, bedroom, public  candid selfies, cute couple selfies, creatively planned and well posed photoshoot type selfies, derp ugly selfies, cartoon filter selfies, etc.

-Is so cute because he’s always easily jealous when it comes to you not giving him attention when you’re out with other people and sometimes it gets annoying because rowoon chill i love you ok i wont leave you but he’s also super considerate about how your feelings at all times and gets worried about the smallest things like him having a female love interest in his new kdrama. “It’s just acting ok? Don’t feel hurt, you don’t have to watch it. She means nothing to me.” Whenever he does hurt you though, it kills him so much and he’s so emo for the rest of the day even when he’s working- lowkey he knows he shouldn’t be cold when hes around fans but it just comes out like that and he gets scolded alot by his manager however, he’ll just take the scolding because all he’s thinking is about calling you when he gets home (the type to leave like at least 2 texts and calls before giving up).

-Dates include getting coffee and walking together holding hands or even just lazying out on the couch watching movies and eating snacks with his shirt off and you in nothing but his tshirt, either way he’s up for anything as long as he’s with you. You’ll start to realize the chic and cool image rowoon is basically only on stage because with you he’s like a cute puppy who always needs to be near his owner and is super dirty sometimes like him not washing his hair rolling on the floor but it’ cool because you love him. THIS BOY ALSO A HOT ASS CHEF so nomatter how many times you’ve seen him shirtless in the kitchen cooking you something, it just never gets old and you’re like why is this kid so hot damn….

-Expect you to come to all of his events. “You're coming to my show in Singapore right?” and you frown cuz Rowoon thats all the way in freaking Singapore, and he just looks at you smiling like “Here’s your plane ticket and you roll your eyes and groan because he does this every time but it’s not even about the fact that he’s spending his hard earned money on your plane tickets whenever he goes out the country- it’s just because you have your own life and schedule and can’t go see him whenever you want so you guys often argue about that even though you always end up going to support your silly boyfriend at the end because he’s always in a better mood when he sees you in the crowd, you’re his lucky charm. Basically even though you whine for him not to spoil you, he always shows up with gifts, or paying for this and that and sometimes when he’s busy he just leaves stuff on your front door and you are half thankful but also sad because he does so much stuff for you.

-Won’t talk alot about you or hardly at all on camera or on tv, but whenever he is asked, his face will always turn a bright red and look down like the cutest little shy bean ever. “Yeah she’s doing alright..” He’ll say with a soft smile, he doesn’t want to talk too much about you because he wants your life to be private and knowing how hard it must be for you to date an idol, it’s better to keep you a mystery so you don’t get hated on. However doesn’t try to hide you in public either like other idols when going on a date. Will walk freely in the night and day with you like you’re hips glued to him or something even when there are people taking pictures. He will look the coolest to you during moments like this because his full attentions is on you and will never accept pictures with others or autographs because he’s really serious about his personal time-but of course rejecting them in a nice way and always with a smile. Your friends also know about him and everyone around you talk about how you’re dating an idol and you sometimes feel like it would be a burden on him because you’re expected to bring him to parties and stuff or people will say he doesn’t care about you but he always comes every single time with you even when he’s tired from a schedule and everyone’s shooked af because they didn’t think he would care enough to come but he’s always super happy every time like yes I’m y/n boyfriend!

-He asked his staff members if you can work part time in the summer and that was how you ended up working as an intern with fnc, being a stylist for sf9. It was nice being almost everywhere with him but was also really weird because since your relationship was public, everyone treated you super duper well and you didn’t have to do intern chores like run for coffee. You used to be able to touch up the other member’s makeup but because of that one incident where Taeyang play-flirted with you to piss Rowoon off, you were only allowed to take care of Rowoon from then on because your boyfriend is petty af.

-Basically love you alot, is a cute puppy- is YOUR puppy and keep him smiling all the time. Don’t ever question your love for him because that’s what keeps him so bright and happy and just allow him to take care of you even though it’s a bit burdening, know he means well.