#why? fuck if I know I just wanna watch spiderverse again man

[petirrojito]

I’m so sick of having to track down which streaming service will let me watch this one movie for another £7 a month because everyone just changes their catalogue every week

Please. Someone teach me to steal

[pa-pa-plasma]

just finished watching Blue Beetle & the dude who's lines were 90% "my name isn't Sanchez" is listed as "Sanchez" in the credits

[psychedelic-ink]

SOOOOO I saw spiderverse today and I have THOTS and since I went alone and didn't get the chance to scream at it to no one I'm going to scream about it very messily here so apologies in advance

gosh and we had two annoying high schoolers who kept taking pictures with FLASH during the movie??? After the 10th one for the first time in my life, I actually told them to stop because it was so annoying, at least take them without flash damn

there are very heavy spoilers under the cut you have been warned

not me immediately starting to tear up at gwen's backstory, I love gwen so so much and adored the angst of it all, even tho it made me shatter

love that no matter which universe all spidermen have complicated family relationships no matter what, I really really love Miles's dad and mom, they're amazing, such a power couple

THE SPOT bless him that introduction was so fun

adoredddd Pavitr Prabhakar and Hobie, I liked that Hobie basically knew that the whole thing was fucked up and thought Miles how to properly use her electricity

MIGUEL--- okay my heart breaks for this man but I love that he has a soft side (also a dramatic side fgbfg) he apparently shows to the ones he like the most dvdfvb (aka not miles which is a shame because he was so psyched to meet him)

Oscar Isaac did an amazing job, and yes, you can expect me to write fics for Miguel. I don't make the rules

full disclosure I'm still confused why Peter B was with Miguel when the universe he inhabited was getting destroyed?? I might've missed something there but I like that they have a shared backstory

ALL THE EASTER EGGS ADREW, TOBEY, PS4 SPIDERMAN, DONALD GLOVER????????????

okay I was not expecting Miles to be an anomaly???? I actually loved that but also, you guessed it, I was a wreck dvfdbf

the entire fight sequence was *chefs kiss*

I don't know if he was there and I missed it but would've loved to see 1994 animated spider man

I understand but also can't believe Peter B and gwen didn't at least warn him after Miguel ended up there--they could've at least warn a guy. I would be super hurt too by that, that scene in it's entirety was so brutal. Imagine someone just telling you your entire existence is an anomaly. It's even worse because that world's peter died because of him and he's seen that impact, met aunt may, which make it so much worse for him. I just wanna give him a hug

also I understand that all heroes need a death to get them going (at least in this situation with the spidermen) but didn't Miles already complete his family member death poll? Do all police captains die so they can fulfill their destiny or whatever you want to call it?

evil miles???? fuck that entire scene was so so chilling, I loved every second of it. I legit got goosebumps. My theory is actually he's not like a bad guy (even tho I just called him evil miles lmaosvd) it might be cliche but I feel like he's the prowler to be a sorta "spiderman" since universe-42 doesn't have one.

Even tho he seems menacing he just stared a fact that it's not his dad, which. . . is true so I don't think they're just going to make him straight up the villain or anything

Part 2 is going to be epic, I squealed when I saw the og team (and others) team up again!! FUCK I AM SO EXCITED

conclusion; I can't wait to watch this movie over and over like I did with the first one and the animation was just *chefs kiss*

sorry this whole post is a mess lmao but if you have any thoughts please feel free to share!

[roachspraee]

Heroes Can’t Fall In Love

Into the Spiderverse: Miles Morales X Reader Fanfiction

Welcome to my first tumblr post EVER. I can’t guarantee that it’ll be any good, but I can guarantee that I did in fact, had a lot of fun writing this! I hope ya’ll enjoy~(｡◕‿‿◕｡)

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"I think…I think I love them."

"Don't be demented Miles, you're a hero. Heroes can't fall in love."

-

A long, frustrated sigh escaped your lips while you looked at the concrete floor, walking passed buildings and people. It was a cloudy night, pretty chilly too. You hugged yourself tighter in attempts to heat yourself up, you didn't think the cold would phase you too much.

But the cold didn't really bother you. It didn't bother you because you were deep in thought, and a certain someone was on your mind. You blinked your eyes rapidly, trying to make the coldness in your eyes fade away, only for it to fail.

Miles, a good friend of yours has been rather distant for the past few months, and you had no idea why. Not the slightest clue. And if you were going to be honest with yourself, it concerned you.

And it hurt.

Because every time you tried to talk or approach him, he'd respond with short answers or avoid you. And it hurt you. Because you didn't know what you did wrong. And you have had about enough.

You were going to get through to him once and for all.

You missed him. You missed spending time with him. You missed his smile, his laughter and the conversations you'd have. Whatever you did, you want to make it up to him. You weren't too sure where you went wrong, though.

But that didn’t matter, you just wanted your friend back.

You checked your phone with a shaky hand, it was 9 o' clock. You knew you weren't supposed to leave your dorms passed 6 PM, but you had to get your mind off school…and Miles.

Quickly, you ran back to campus, almost flying over the steps leading up to where the boy's dorms were. It was late, but this was the perfect time to confront Miles, at least...that's what you thought.

You made it to the front of his door with your heart thrumming violently against your ribcage. You raised your fist, about to knock on his door but you stopped. What if he just brushes you off like he does every day? You would've wasted your time.

You shook your head. No. You must talk to him. He's your friend. Your heart longs to see him, so just give it what it wants.

A loud series of knocks filled the halls, the wood against your knuckles were cold. You stopped, waiting for a response.

Nothing.

You sighed, looking at your feet in disappointment, "I know you're in there Miles. Please answer the door."

Slight shuffling was audible on the other side of the wooden door. Yup, he was definitely in there.

But he refused to answer.

"C'mon Miles! Talk to me. I miss you. Can we just talk this out?" Your voice was shaky, was this even a good idea?

Then you heard mumbling. You pressed your ear against the door and concentrated on the conversation. He was talking with his roommate, but you could barely understand what they were saying.

"I think you should talk to them dude."

That was the only clear thing you could pick up with your ears. After a few split seconds, you heard a loud sigh with footsteps following soon after. A gasp escaped your lips as you jumped back just in time for the door to open, revealing a very pissed off Miles. But you could see the nervousness in his eyes.

"What do you want." It was more of a statement rather than a question. You were taken aback by the sudden rude tone of his usual kind, soft voice. Sweat started to form under your brows. You swallowed a thick ball of saliva before speaking,

"W-why have you been avoiding me Miles? Is something the matter?" There was a pause, and you saw Miles break the eye contact with you, looking away only to meet your gaze again. He shrugged, "Nope."

Nope? Was that all he had to say? You were beginning to get frustrated with his short replies.

"Then why haven’t you been talking to me? Did I do something wrong?" Miles let out a breath to your response.

"It's late, you should head back to your dorm y/n." He turned back, grabbing the door to close it behind him, but your hand stopped him. He turned back to you with a look of annoyance planted onto his, quite handsome, face, "Can't you take a damn hint? I don't wanna talk to you."

Those words made you flinch. You knew that, you knew that for a while now. But it hurt hearing him say it out loud. You wanted an explanation.

"Why!? What did I do to make you so angry with me? Stop avoiding me and tell me what I did wrong dammit!" You yelled angrily. His eyes suddenly widened and he stopped.

"Fuck." He growled, then unexpectedly ran passed you and sprinted down the hall, leaving his door swinging open. You were puzzled and concerned, why did he just run off?

You found yourself running after him, hearing Miles' roommate yell 'Follow him' from across the hall. You decided not to yell back, worried that you'd disturb the other kids sleeping in their dorms, but you took his words to heart.

The feeling of your legs and feet throbbing was overwhelming you, you hadn't ran this fast in a while. But Miles was getting further and further away, you could barely see him through all the darkness. Not even the street lights were enough to see where you properly placing your steps.

You saw Miles make a sharp turn into an alleyway. Something told you proceeding wasn't a good idea, but you ignored the smart part of your brain. The sound of your blood pumping into your ears was all you could hear. You were sprinting so fast you could barely feel the ground beneath your feet.

You suddenly tripped over something, and before you knew it, your face came in contact with the ground. The impact itself hurt like hell, but the sheer pain that came after was almost unbearable.

"Shit," You hissed, feeling warm liquid drip down your face. You brought you fingers up against your forehead, bringing them back into your field of vision only to see blood cover them. You ignored your injury, slowly got up, and continued your way down the alleyway.

You came into an open area, only to have your eyes widen at the sight of Spiderman fighting a large looking man with a weapon you've never seen before. He had pale skin, and odd symbols tattooed onto his skin. He chuckled, firing a strange substance from his weapon, aiming at Spiderman.

"I've been wanting to fight you for a while now, kid." The villain said lowly, watching Spiderman's every move. His eyes were like daggers, and his grin had nothing but pure insanity behind it.

"Really? Cause I've never heard of you buddy." Spiderman said, swinging from wall to wall, grabbing objects and throwing them at the man. He shot them all down with his weapon, "Must be a fan, huh?"

"You have some nerve defeating King Pin like that. I'm just here to pay him a favor." He picked up a large piece of broken wall, and chucked it at the hero. Spiderman moved out of the way and shrugged casually, "I was just doin' my job. Someone's gotta protect the people of Brooklyn."

His voice sounded familiar. Almost like you've heard it before. You were surprised the two men haven't notice you, after all, you're standing in the open. You watched in awe as the hero and the villain fought. You've only ever seen this in movies and comics. But you never expected to see Spiderman this up close before.

Your mind went blank when you realized the man looked over at you. Complete and utter fear took over, and you froze, unable to move a single muscle.

"What have we got here?" Sweat started to drip down your back, despite the cold. The look of his piercing eyes paralyzed you, like a deer caught in headlights.

"Looks like someone wanted to join the party." He aimed his weapon towards you and the next second an unknown substance surrounded your form. Your body felt tight and numb, you could barely breathe. Sharp stabs of pain shot all throughout your body and you screamed. The pain was nothing like you felt before. You were going to die if you didn’t escape.

Your mind became blurry, spots of black filled your vision. You were slipping in and out of consciousness.

You looked over to Spiderman, and he was yelling out your name. Confusion laced your heart, and pain was all you could feel. How did he know your name?

Then his mask was off, and then you saw it.

Miles.

You were in Spiderman's arms when you opened your eyes, he was flying. You were flying. And another second you were on the ground in another dimly lit alleyway, the only thing lighting it up was the apartments above.

"y/n??" Your mind became clear, and you met with the eyes of Miles Morales. You felt his hands grip onto your shoulders tightly, "Are you okay?" Your eyes widened in shock, the sudden realization that Spiderman was in fact, Miles this whole time made you shiver in his presence.

You pushed him away with widened eyes, "M-Miles? You're Spiderman!?" Miles' eyes narrowed into a glare with anger in his eyes. His brows lowered and his lips turned into a scowl, "Why the hell did you follow me y/n!? You could have DIED!"

"Why would you care if I died huh?!" You yelled back, your hands clenched into fists.

"Because I do! You're my friend y/n-"

"Bullshit! You don't give a fuck about me!" You spat, your eyes became blurry as you screamed, "You never did! So stop wasting your meaningless words on me!" Miles' eyes widened, his fake glare vanishing into a look of hurt.

But you didn't stop. You were going to make him feel the pain you've been feeling for months.

"I knew you didn’t like me the moment we made eye contact! I knew you have been using me! What am I to you, huh? Just a tool? A toy!? A little friend you can use when you're bored, than toss aside when you're done!?" Tears rolled down your face. Your heart began to ache, begging for you to stop.

Pain and sadness swirled within his beautiful brown orbs, and it hurt you. You were hurting him.

"You're an idiot! I hate you Miles! I-mmph!"

Miles slammed his lips against yours, in a needy, greedy kiss. His soft lips molded perfectly with yours, and you made no attempts to pull away. Your hands traveled up his face and into his fluffy hair. His hand cupped your cheek while the other griped your waist, pulling you closer to him. His body was hot against yours, your chest was pressed against his and his hands was sweet and gentle to the touch.

You knew you wanted this. You've wanted to kiss his lips, and to feel him for so long. Is this real?

You pulled away when your lungs threatened for air. Yup, this is real alright. Miles pressed his forehead against yours, his hot breath against your face as he smiled sweetly at you. The look of pure love and warmth replaced the sad, hurt in his eyes.

Guilt suddenly overcame you, and you looked away, ashamed that you had said such horrible things to someone you cared deeply for.

"I'm sorry." You said honestly, sorrow and regret filling your heart. Miles lifted your chin so you could meet his eyes, "Don't be. I deserved it. All of it. I was being a dick and I shouldn't have." He frowned.

"But why? Did I do something?" You asked, begging to know why he acted so distant and cold to you.

"I-" He stopped himself and looked away, "No, it wasn't you. Of course it wasn't you. It was me. I avoided you because…" He sighed and looked back at you with a look of shame and embarrassment, "I started to grow feelings towards you y/n. But I was scared. I was scared that if you dated a hero, you'd be put in a lot more danger." Tears started to form in his eyes, "Like t-today…you got so hurt." He looked at the cut in your forehead, gently caressing it with his finger.

"But it wasn't your fault Miles. It was mine. I decided to follow you. I decided to take the risk, not you." You said, wiping away his tears with your thumbs. You held his face in your hands, but despite the freezing cold of winter in Brooklyn, his cheeks were warm.

He shook his head, "You still got hurt because of me. I…" You leaned in to kiss him, but he gently pressed his hands against your chest and pushed you away, "I can't." He said, his voice cracked, it sounded so broken.

"I can't be with you." He said. Hurt, once again, was all you could feel. Your heart throbbed in pain, you gave him a look of pure disbelieve, "What?" Shock layered your voice.

You took a step towards him, "Yes you can Miles. We can be together. You said you had feelings for me…I don't understand." He didn’t look you in the eyes. More tears fell down his face, a shaky breath escaped his soft lips before he spoke,

"Heroes can't fall in love y/n. I can't be distracted with love when I have a whole city to protect."

"Who ever said heroes can't fall in love? Miles, Peter had Mary Jane-"

"And where's Peter?" Miles interrupted, his voice suddenly went dark. You went silent, your eyes widened with your mouth slightly agape.

Miles sighed, "That's what I thought." He turned to leave, but you wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him from behind. You buried your face into his back, tears falling like waterfalls from your eyes.

"Please Miles! Don't do this. I know you want me! You know I want you too." You sobbed, hugging him close to you.

You felt Miles' body become stiff, then you heard him quietly gasp, like he was trying so desperately to hold back his tears from falling anymore.

"I lost my uncle. I can't lose you too," His voice was hoarse, like a cry from the brokenhearted just yearning to heal.

"Heroes can't fall in love." He repeats. Your body shakes with sadness and frustration, "You're wrong! Who told you that Miles? Who's keeping you from being mine!?" You cried into his Spiderman suit, not intending to let go anytime soon.

Silence filled the air, and the only thing you could hear was Miles' quiet sobs. It hurt you beyond what words can explain. You loved Miles. You knew you loved him.

"When the other Spider heroes from the other dimensions came into this universe, I had a one on one conversation with Noir…"

~Mini flashback~

"Ey kid," Noir greeted Miles with a small punch to the shoulder, "What'cha doin'?" The teen looked over to him with a small smile, "Hey Noir. Nothing much, just thinking."

"Thinking about what son?" Noir sat down beside Miles on the edge of a building, looking over the yellow sunset. Miles paused before quietly mumbling, "someone…"

Noir chuckled, shaking Miles by his shoulder, "Who?" Miles could hear the smug smirk on Noir's lips, his face began to heat up.

"What's their name?" Noir asked lightly, removing his hand from the boy's shoulder and leaned back, watching a bird fly past them.

"y/n."

Noir looked over to his young male counterpart. He could see the look on the young boy's face when he thought about the person he loved.

The older, wiser man sighed, placing his hand on Miles' shoulder again. Morales turned to look at Noir, a look of curiosity in his eyes.

"What do you feel about them?" Miles' was taken aback by the sudden question. He switched his gaze from his friend to his hands, "Well…they’re beautiful. They’re kind, and funny, and they’re always there for me when I need them the most. They help me when I'm struggling, and they never fail to make me smile."

“I love it when they ramble about what they wanna do in the future. How they wanna travel the world, how they wanna see the wonders of this planet. How they want to fall in love and start a family...” Miles had a look of adoration in his eyes, his lips turned upwards into a happy smile.

Noir waited for what Miles' was going to say next. He knew. He knew the exact words that were going to slip past his lips.

"I think…I think I love them." Miles said hesitantly. But Noir knew he meant it. The poor boy was helplessly in love.

"Don't be demented Miles, you're a hero. Heroes can't fall in love."

That was his harsh reality. And the look of pure confusion and heartbreak in Miles' eyes said it all.

He's helpless.

~End of flashback~

You stood in front of Miles', your eyes burning from the amount of tears that escaped your lids. Miles' was crying, and the things he was saying was incoherent. You held him in your arms, letting his tears soak your shirt.

"Noir gave you the wrong advice Miles.” You said, gently grabbing his face so he could look into your eyes, "You worry too much about what could happen, but you're not focusing on what you want to happen. I won't get hurt, and I won't die. Not if you're here to protect me." You said softly, kissing his tears away.

Miles' stuttered, "H-how do I know that? How do I know you won't get hurt because of me?" He wept. You gave him a warm smile, rubbing his back with one hand and stroking his cheek with the other, "You're gonna need to trust me Miles'. Peter died for the sake of Brooklyn, he died for his wife. He loved her, and he still does." You pressed your forehead against his, closing your eyes.

"And now you're here, taking his place. You can't let danger come in-between our love Miles. We're too strong for that." You brushed your lips against his, slowly bringing him into another warm passionate kiss.

"I love you y/n." Miles grinned, pressing kisses along your jawline,

You giggled, "I love you too Miles."

[joygaytrash]

The Babysitter(Spiderverse AU)

Word Count: 1431

Notes: Hi, hello, I bring more of @sugarglider9603 and @galaxy-lilies-main Spiderverse AU because I can. I hope y’all enjoy <3

"I am sorry, you want me to do what?!"

"Listen, it's only for a few hours. MJ and I will be back before you know it, Dolion, trust me,"

"It's not that I don't trust you, Thomas. It's just that I'm not good with small children," Dolion lied, hearing Venom curse at him under his breath. 

"Emile told me you were great with kids,"

'Fuck'. 

Dolion sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I mean, I guess I can do it," He agreed. A small, quiet cheer could be heard on the other end, making Dolion almost smile, almost. 

"Great. See you soon!" Thomas said. 

"Yup," Dolion responded before he ended the call rather quickly and let out a sigh. Venom seemed to make a growling noise, forming his face outside of Dolion's body. 

"What do you want now?" Dolion asked, shoving his phone in his pocket. 

"You look unhappy, why?" Venom asked back. Dolion let out a 'psh' noise, tugging his beanie so it fits snug on his head. "I'm not sad, I just ain't good with kids," Dolion, again, lied. 

Venom stared at the human and if he could somehow show human emotions physically, he would look unconvinced. Dolion stared back at the symbiote, scrunching his eyebrows together. The young adult could somehow tell what emotions the alien was showing, it may be the fact that they were bonded or it may be because Dolion was used to the symbiote. 

"Don't give me that look, Ve," Dolion hissed, grabbing his jacket and slipping it on. Venom mocked Dolion under his breath as the human tugged his shoes on. "I wouldn't be giving you this look if you hadn't lied to the human parent!" The alien yelled. 

Dolion rolled his eyes, practically shoving the symbiote back into his body. "You, shut up. You may have been around since high school but you don't know jack shit. Now, you behave yourself and don't eat the kid," He growled. Venom bared his teeth and growled back, sinking himself back into Dolion's body. 

The ride to the townhouse was unusually quiet; Venom would sometimes usually pop his head out and hold up a small conversation with Dolion, but knowing the symbiote all too well, Venom was mad at Dolion. 

Dolion sighed again, putting the kickstand down on his motorcycle and grabbed the keys, jogging up to the front down. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door before waiting a couple moments. 

The door opened seconds later, a dressed up Thomas standing in the doorway. "Hey Dolion, thanks for coming on such short notice" Thomas stated, letting the young man inside. 

"No problem," Dolion shrugged, scanning the living room a little, "I had nothing better to do anyways."

"Where's Emile and Remy?" Thomas asked. 

"Em's out to dinner with his mom, Lupita, Roman, and his siblings. As for Remy, he's helping his parents out with something. So, it was gonna be basically just Venom and I tonight," Dolion explained, stuffing his hands in his jacket pocket. 

"Speaking of Venom," MJ started to say as he stepped out from the hall, carrying a toddler in his arms, "Make sure he doesn't eat my daughter, Dolion."

"I already told him not to, MJ. I'm way ahead of you," Dolion said. 

"Good, I rather not lose my baby girl to space goop," MJ stated, booping the toddler's nose. The toddler giggled and hid her face in MJ's neck. MJ laughed a bit at the little girl in his arms. 

"Anyways, that's our little girl, Iris. Isn't she just the cutest, Dolion?" Thomas asked, looking at Dolion. 

"She sure is, old man," Dolion answered, smirking a bit at his joke. Thomas rolled his eyes, smiling a little at the joke as well. 

"Well then, MJ and I should get going. We have reservations at the new Italian restaurant downtown," Thomas said, clapping his hands together. 

"Right. Now, if anything bad happens, give Thomas or I a call, okay?" MJ asked, placing Iris on the carpeted floor by her toys. 

"Gotcha, MJ. Now go out and have a great night, love birds," Dolion exclaimed.

The couple gave Iris small kisses and said goodbye before rushing out the door, saying goodbye to Dolion on their way out. Dolion watched out the window as they left and sighed, flopping down on the couch. He watched as Iris distracted herself with her various toys, smiling a little at the joy on her face. 

As Dolion watched Iris play with her toys, Venom manifested outside of his host's body. "So," Venom looked over at the toddler and then back at Dolion, "We just lay here and just, watch the tiny human?" 

"No, we-,"

"Oh my gosh, you have a talking snake?!"

Dolion and Venom both directed their gaze over to Iris, who was now standing up by her toys. 

"Well, he isn't exactly a talking snake, pumpkin," Dolion started off, sitting up on the couch. Iris tilted her head in confusion, looking up at Dolion and Venom. 

"What do you mean, Dolly?" Iris asked again. Dolion could feel his heart met just from that nickname alone. 

'If anyone dares harm this little angel, I will personally end their life,' Dolion thought to himself as Venom began to speak. 

"He means I'm not an Earthen creature. I come from space, tiny human," Venom explained and Dolion swore to someone of higher power that Iris' eyes beamed with excitement. 

"So you're an alien?"

"Yes, tiny human,"

"Cool!"

Dolion couldn't help but laugh a bit, covering his mouth to conceal anything else that may slip pass. Iris giggled at the young adult's reaction while Venom chuckled, silently glad that Dolion finally got out of an old funk. 

***

The three ended up watching movies a majority of the night, binge watching every Disney movie Thomas owned(which was a lot, thanks Roman). So it wasn't uncommon for Iris to fall asleep the fifth movie in. 

But, it felt kinda, strange to Dolion when she fell asleep in his arms, her head using his chest as a pillow. With the help of Venom, Dolion got himself into a more comfortable position on the couch. He had a small pillow under his head and the blanket from the back of on the couch covering him and Iris up. 

"Sleep tight, pumpkin," Dolion mumbled as be gently placed a small kiss on the top of Iris' head. 

***

The first thing MJ and Thomas were met with when they got home was a soft, yet stern, shush from Dolion. They looked at him, confused before they noticed that Iris was asleep in his arms. 

"So, I take it everything went well tonight?" MJ asked in a hushed voice, carefully taking Iris into his own arms. 

"Yeah, she was really interested in Venom," Dolion answered. 

"Well, at least he didn't eat her," Thomas said, just as MJ rolled his eyes and made his way to Iris' room. 

"Mhm. I should probably get going. Don't wanna be in your guys' hair for any longer tonight," Dolion stated, just as he was about to stand up when Thomas stopped him. 

"Nah, it's already late as is and I'm not letting you ride your motorcycle when you're clearly tired. Stay the night, you can crash on the couch," Thomas suggested. 

"Are you sure? Because I don't mind leaving," Dolion insisted. 

"Yes, I'm sure, Dolion. Now, lay down and get some sleep. You look like you need it," Thomas commanded, but still sounding sincere. Dolion sighed before nodding as he flopped back down on the couch. 

Thomas smiled, ruffling Dolion's hair as he covered him up with the blanket. "You know I'm capable of covering myself up, right?" Dolion asked, joking a bit. 

"It's parental instinct, Dolion. I can't help it," Thomas replied, joking as well. Dolion rolled his eyes sarcastically, laughing a bit. Thomas laughed as well. 

"Well, night Dolion. I'll see you in the morning," Thomas said, turning off the living room light. 

"Same to you, old man," Dolion said back while he got comfortable. He listened to Thomas' footsteps as he went to his room, sighing in a relaxed way. Venom formed outside of Dolion's body once again, resting his head on the human's chest. 

"I thought symbiotes didn't sleep," Dolion mumbled, looking down at the alien. 

"We don't," Venom answered, looking up at his host, "But since you are my host, I must adapt to your human patterns and behaviors."

"Fair enough. I'll see you in the morning, k?"

"Or whenever I'm hungry,"

"That too. Night Venom,"

"Night Dolion,"

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

Sunflower Dreams | pt I

Aaron Davis (Spiderverse) x Reader

word count: 1757 (or about that, I made some tweaks after I copy pasted it here so uh.... rough guestimate?)

summary: when young and educated y/n’s given the opportunity of a lifetime, she plans accordingly. her life is finally starting to be perfect, until suddenly, it’s not anymore. her friendly neighborhood bachelor, Aaron Davis, helps her pick up the pieces, as she unknowingly makes him see that there’s more to life than being a villain.

a/n: I decided to write this story bc Aaron Davis gets no love, which is crazy to me, and because I had a little idea cooking up in my head that I thought would be a good story. I took a lot of inspiration for the protagonist from my own life, but you’re only gonna hear slivers of it for now. I have no idea how many chapters this is gonna be, but like. I hope someone enjoys this, bc I know I will enjoy writing it. also. I wrote this story from my perspective, so when I imagine the reader, I envision her as kinda ambiguous in the ethnic department (I’m mixed but white-presenting), but she can be whatever ya’ll want her to be. lightskin, darkskin, anything. okay. Imma let ya’ll read now haha jk I also gotta say, HELL YEA I USED TREVANTE RHODES AS MY PERSONAL FANCAST FOR AARON DAVIS, THAT MAN IS FWOINE AIN’T NOBODY FINNA TELL ME ANY DIFFERENT FUCK OUTTA HERE

    I didn’t make a big deal about moving to New York to pursue my Masters. Already had my Bachelors in Business Administration with a minor in Fine Arts, just got my Bachelors in Education, and now I was ready to chase after my Masters. It only made sense to take the opportunity. How often are you gonna be offered a full ride in exchange for opening your own business in Brooklyn upon graduation, with the funding necessary to do so? Once it took off, I’d return to Tacoma and pay the city my gratitude for making me who I was.

     As I was saying, it was a quiet departure. Thank God I’m a minimalist, otherwise I would’ve had a LOT more items to bring with me. My boyfriend and I packed all my belongings and made the trek across the US after saying goodbye to my family and friends. He was driving. We held hands all the way there. Sometimes speaking, sometimes not.

     When we got to my new home, I already had a parcel of mail waiting for me from my university. After we took up the first load, we sat down on my empty floor and opened it. It welcomed me home and had a map, coffee shops and fun places circled for me to go visit. It was sweet.

     By noon we had everything in my unit thanks to a friendly neighbor named Aaron Davis and his nephew, a funny kiddo named Miles who reminded me of why I came to New York in the first place, and by the evening we had everything unpacked. We walked to a Starbucks and had coffee and sandwiches, now sitting on my bed with our stomachs full. The window was open, the faint beeps and honks of traffic coming from far below.

     We curled up into each other. “I fucking hate this,” I said. “It’s not fair.”

     “I know. I do too. And you know I would stay here with you if I could, but I’m still having no luck finding a job here.”

     “Fuck finding a job, I’ll be the breadwinner of the family,” I laughed, even though I was serious. He knew I was.

     “I can’t burden you like that financially. I promise, as soon as I land an interview, you’re gonna be the first to know. And as soon as I get hired, I’m showing up on your doorstep.” He kissed my forehead. “I don’t say it near enough, but I love you, and I’m so proud of you.”

     “I love you too. And thank you. It’s like, my entire life is falling perfectly into place, all but- well- except for you.”

     “We’ll get there, I promise. For now, just finesse every man or woman here who will buy you dinner, and try to have fun.” He rubbed my back, continuing, “You’ve never dated anyone but me, so... take it as your opportunity to learn about what you like, and once we’re together again, we can find a way to fit any new and quirky tastes you find you have into the relationship. But-“ His hand moved down quick and slapped my ass, squeezing it and illiciting an ‘ow’ of protest from me- “This is still mine, so no fucking, or else I’ll be doing more beating than just beating that pussy up.”

     I laughed and said, “You fuckin’ freak.”

     “Yea, but you like that shit.” He said confidently.

     “Shut the fuck up, why you gotta be so loud about what we do when the window’s open?” I gave him a light punch, then whispered in his ear, “But aye, like, I won’t deny it.”

     “Good, because that would’ve been real awkward after I’ve been in them guts for four years straight.” Then he lowered his voice. “Speaking of which, I’m trynna be in them once more tonight and tomorrow morning.”

     “I dOn’T hAvE aS HiGh Of A sEx dRiVe As YoU!” I mocked him in my best Spongebob voice. “Always lyin for why?”

     He pulled me on top of him and kissed me, his way of telling me to shut up nicely. “Shhhh, I’m just trynna make the most of the time we have left before I have to go back to Tacoma.”

     “But you don’t have to go,” I said, “You can stay here-“

     He cut me off with a series of kisses, “I already-“ “-bought-“ “-the tickets-“ “-so I actually do kinda have to.” He wrapped his arms around me, petting my hair. He always said I had the softest curls he’d ever touched.

     “I just wish you could stay,” I whispered. “We’ve already made it through so much, each of us on our own and then together, I just-“ I cut myself off. The tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. “-I just-“

     “Baby, say it. If your overthinker brain is gonna torture you with this, I wanna hear it so I can put those thoughts to rest.”

     “I just keep thinking that something’s gonna happen to you and I’m gonna lose you. The very idea of that terrifies me, and makes me want to weep-“ I go cross eyed as I watch a tear fall from my eye and trail down my nose- “-because I don’t know how to live without you. And I mean that in a couple ways.”

     “Well... I’m not leaving you forever. I’m coming back here as soon as possible, I’m gonna talk to you on Discord every chance I get, I’m gonna call you every day,  and I’m gonna go to sleep every night dreaming that I’m here with you. For all we know, I could be coming back here in less than a month.” He tilted my chin up to look in my eyes. “Even if I’m not physically present, I’m always gonna be here. You’re never alone.”

     “I love you.”

     “I love you too.”

     In the morning, we slept in late and cuddled until he absolutely had to get up. We both hopped in the shower and he put on his airport clothes while I pulled on a pale, lemon yellow sweatsuit with a white gold chain to match. Gotta let these hoes know, I outdress them even on my bummy days.

     The ride to the airport was a back and forth between us kissing at red lights and screaming out different lyrics from XXXTentacion, Post Malone, JUICE WRLD and whoever the hell else we felt like listening to as we drove, much like we did since the beginning of our relationship.

     When we got there, we took our time saying goodbye since he didn’t have to stress too much about baggage check. We said we loved each other, once I couldn’t see him anymore I called him and we talked while I drove back to my new home and he waited for his flight, and then he was called to board so we got off the phone, but not before he promised me that he would call me as soon as he landed.

     When I got home, I stopped by the mailbox to see if I had anymore mail and simultaneously checked my Instagram, seeing a flurry of notifications. Suddenly, his mom called me.

     “Hi mom, what’s up? Are you okay?” I said as I scrolled through my Instagram, trying to make sense of all the digital confusion.

     She sniffled.

     “Mom, what happened?”

     “Check the news, babygirl... have you not seen it yet?”

     “Uh, no, I haven’t, but I’ll check it out right now,” I said, putting her on speakerphone.

     She started sobbing, saying “I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have called you like this, but I wanted to be the one to tell you.”

     And that’s when I saw my worst fears in a news article:

NYC - Sea Bound Plane Crashes, No Survivors

A horrific accident has happened today, and experts are still struggling to find out how - a plane headed to Seattle malfunctioned mid-flight, claiming the lives of everyone on board. Many of the victims have already been identified by their families, not by looks, but by the identification on their bodies at the time of the incident. Below this article are photos of the bodies. If you think you can identify one of them, contact...

     I couldn’t finish reading. I scrolled and saw the bodies, all of them mangled and torn apart, almost unrecognizable as humans. Hearing his mom say ‘he’s dead’ over and over again as I stared at the pictures made me lose my stomach.

     Up came all of my breakfast, and whatever Starbucks I hadn’t yet digested from the night before.

     “Mama, I love you, but I have to call you back later-“ a pause as I threw up again. “I’m physically sick. I’m so sorry,” I sobbed the last sentence, and after hearing a teary goodbye from the other end, hung up. I’d dropped my mail the first time and only now noticed that it was covered in my mess. I didn’t care. I started crying, which was a mistake, because it only made me throw up more, this time nothing but bile.

     “Hey, are you okay?” I whipped around, facing Aaron Davis, the friendly man from the day before.

     “I- I’m sick.” I said, and immediately burst into tears. “Please help me.” Those three words rarely ever left my mouth, but even I know when I can’t do something on my own. He put his keys in his pocket and reached out to me.

     Mere minutes later, I was in my unit, crouched over the toilet, heaving. Aaron had guided me there, holding my hair out of my face as I continued to puke. He called management and told them what happened, and he told me they were already cleaning it up.

     “Listen... I know it’s not my place to say anything, seeing as I’m just your neighbor, but...” He rubbed the back of his neck as he was crouched beside me. “I overheard the phone call. And I overheard the conversation you had with your boyfriend last night. He loved you.”

     “I know he did.” I said, because it was true.

     “I just... look, if you need anything, I’m here. I know you‘re hurting a lot right now, and I know you may want nothing but for everyone to leave you alone, especially the new dude who isn’t minding his business, but if you need anything, I’m here. And Imma check up on you. You’re not alone. You’re never alone.”

     I laughed, but it held no real warmth. “He said that last part to me yesterday night.”

     “He was right. And still is.”

[one-true-houselight]

I watched Spiderverse again

So y’all get a short (ish) ficlet with NOIRHAM because I love it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Noir fiddled with the Rubit’s cube (he thinks that Ham said this was called) at his desk, mixing up the colored squares. He stopped for a moment and studied it, trying to remember what they were all called. The colors were so bright and different, they seemed to fill the room and burn a hole through his gloved hand. He checked his watch before going back to mixing it up; only a few more minutes. Those passed, and he placed the unorganized cube on his desk just as the clock hit 6:17. As it did, amourphous black shapes started materializing and swirling in front of him. He absentmindedly straightened his already-straight hat, then wondered why he did it. Before he could pursue that line of thought, the phenomenon in front of him gave way to a shimmering ring, about 4 foot in diameter, through which he could see Ham at his dining room table, seemingly flipping through some printed out pictures.

“Ham.” Ham looked up at his name, and Noir could see that his webbed mask was pushed up over his eyes. Ham smiled, stood on his chair, and gave an exaggerated bow.

“Noir! What a surprise!” Ham materialized a top hat to tip at Noir, then vanished it into the ether.

“We planned to see each other, Ham.” They both laughed; this conversation has happened the first time they had met this way (though that time Noir had been serious), and it had become their standard greeting these past…how ever many times they had talked.

“How the hell have you been, Noir?”

“I got those bastards that were threatening the corner store. I’ve been practicing the Rubit’s cube,” he said as he picked it up.

“Rubik’s cube, Noir. And let’s see!” Ham smiled as Noir slowly turned the rows, lining up colors. At one point, the monochromatic man paused to pull his mask up over his own eyes, clumsily moving his glasses.

“I suppose it’s silly to keep the mask on with you.”

Ham fake gasped. “YOU’RE SPIDERNOIR????” Noir laughed as he went back to the cube. Ham started sorting out pictures he wanted to show Noir. A few minutes later of clicking and idle chit chat, Noir held up a completed cube.

“Well look at you, you puzzle solving champion!” Noir tossed the cube up and down with a grin. “Now, can you tell me the colors?

Noir looked at the cube. “Fuck.” Ham chuckled. “I think this one’s white?”

“Well, you have that one, silly.”

“Yeah yeah. Um…is this…” He hesitates as he points to a side. “…Purple?”

“Nope. This is purple,” Ham said as he pulled a bunch of grapes out of the air. Noir studied and nodded, which made Ham throw the whole bunch into his mouth. He chewed a bit and swallowed. “Delightful.”

“Thanks for sharing, Ham.”

“Well, you didn’t ask!” Ham pulled out another bunch and made to toss it through the portal.

“I was kidding!”

“Be that as it may, now that I have them, when was the last time you ate a fruit?” As Noir opened his mouth, Ham rolled his eyes and said, “Wine does not count.” Noir closed his mouth and didn’t answer. “That’s what I thought. Anyways, what’s that color?”

Noir caught the grapes and slowly started eating them, contemplating the cube. “Blue?”

“Nope, that’s this part of my suit,” Ham said, pointing to his chest. Noir nodded.

“And the rest of it is red. It’s my favorite color.” Noir felt his face heat up a bit. “Um, anyways, this color. Wait, this is green, isn’t it?”

Ham reached into his pocket and pulled out a noisemaker and blew into it. The brightly colored party favor stretched out through the portal and bopped Noir lightly on the nose. “Good job, buddy. And hey,” he said as he put the noisemaker away, “you know I’m proud of you, right? I can’t imagine learning what colors are in a world without them, you know? I don’t want my jokes to get you down, I would never intentionally like, shame you or anything, ok?”

Noir had never seen his friend look so nervous. “Of course, Ham. Don’t worry about it, I love seeing you. And I’m glad you’re teaching me.” Ham smiled at him.

“Alright, good. I was getting worried, sometimes I say stupid shit, and I don’t want to make you...” Ham trailed off. “Sorry, I can overthink things.” He shuffled through the pictures in front of him. “Well, whatever. It’s fine. Wanna see something I’ve been working on?”

“Of course, Ham. Your photos are lovely.” Noir saw Ham’s cheeks go a little red. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah?”

“Your cheeks turned a different color.” Ham chuckled.

“I suppose you wouldn’t know about blushing in color.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize…” Theh both trailed off, staring at each other. “Forget about it, Ham. So, these pictures?”

“PICTURES!” Ham quickly looked down, and found the pictures he was looking for. “I went down to the forest and took these. I think they might look familiar.” Ham walked around the table and handed them through the portal. Noir took them, looked at the first one, and gave a small gasp.

Ham has gone and taken various shots of trees, plants, and some dilapidated structures in the forest. What struck Noir, however, was the fact that they were all in black and white. The photos used a lot of light and shadow, and the effect was striking.

“Ham, these are wonderful. The composition in this one is amazing.” Ham smiled. “What made you do them…like this?”

Ham looked at Noir for a long moment. Then, quietly, he said, “It reminded me of you.”

“Oh.”

“Hey, Noir?”

“Yes Ham?”

“Would you like to come over for dinner sometime?”

“I’d love that.”

“Does right now work?”

Noir smiled. “I think it will.”

[daz4i]

yknow i’m gonna keep rantin abt this bc i have juice in me

i don’t think skinny people realize how much it sucks to be fat

i spoke abt fashion earlier and well. the fashion industry is rigged against us. because we’re not meant to be seen! people don’t want to remember we exist!

buying clothes is a pain! there’s literally only one chain store in my entire country that sells clothes in my size, and they’re all really fucking ugly and meant for old ladies, mostly 

that’s one of the reasons i can only wear graphic tees tbh. they’re the only thing i can find (usually in special stores for that or ordered online) that can fit me, will be comfortable, and also not look too bad 

hoodies and other outwear and stuff? i have to buy online, usually about a few sizes more than might fit “just in case” because here they’re just not sold in my size at all! clothes that can look good in general just don’t ever get to my size tbh, even online

yknow, even if nice clothes were sold in my size, i’d probably not wear them bc like i said - we’re not meant to be seen. i’m not meant to draw looks. dressing nicely isn’t a thing i’m supposed to to. and if i did do that, i’d get mean comment, yknow? if i went in public with an outfit that draws attention, i guarantee you i’d get nasty comments about my weight.

not that i don’t get them already even when wearing bland shit, but that’s another topic lmao.

plus sized models are almost never truly fat. they’re curvy. plus sized men models are usually a bit chubby but even then, relatively flat stomaches (in comparison to their chests for example), nothing too extreme. fat girls who upload pics of them in nice outfits and get lots of love on social media? they’re all aesthetically pleasing girls, perfect fat girls. they still have the curvy body type that people like seeing, just a bit bigger. most fat people aren’t like that. you can barely see pictures of our bodies, because no one wants to see us, and that’s why we never show it.

and as i started saying earlier - going outside in general! that’s fucking terrifying to me as a fat person! i can vividly remember more than a few times people just told me gross shit over my weight - people i didn’t know, who just decided to tell me i’m fat/i should go on a diet when they saw me in public (or at school, and no, it wasn’t another student). i can’t go outside without thinking “someone is going to laugh at me because i’m fat. someone will call me out for that. someone is going to say a nasty comment”. i can’t afford to wear eye grabbing clothes, not money wise, but emotionall - because if i get people’s attention, i’ll also get bad people’s attention. but really, i don’t even need to wear unique stuff for that - it’s enough that i just exist and fatphobes will be sure to mention how gross my body is to them, whether i asked or not (spoiler alert, i never ask).

you may say “just lose weight” but it’s not easy!!!! i’ve always been fat! and i probably always will be! it’s genes, i’m guessing. really, even when i went on diets before, even when i was watching what i eat and did sports, nothing’s changed - it’s just my body. you know, when i did lose weight - about 20kg/44 lbs - nothing changed either? i went down one pants size. i still looked p much still very fat. so even if i go to a healthy weight, there’s a very good chance i’ll still look fat. also, just to be clear, i lost that weight because i couldn’t eat for about 2 months. not a very healthy way to diet, if you ask me, and yes i already gained them all back, p quickly actually, bc i wasn’t supposed to lose that weight in the first place, bc that’s my body! that’s how it looks and that’s how it is!

honestly the whole matter of losing weight is kinda fucked up too. you hear abt celebrities mention it recently, how they managed to get thin quickly by going on extreme diets that were super unhealthy and they also had personal trainers and were actually almost always hungry. and they usually don’t even start that fat either. imagine if the average fat person could even get access and afford the whole thing these celebrities have, it’d still take us months of this hell to actually be thin, which i imagine is.... not very healthy. honestly, usually when you see people lose a lot of weight in a few months, they usually only became fat in the first place p quickly too and didn’t start out as fat. if a person who has always been fat tried it, i don’t even think it’ll work. like i said about my own weight loss: my body gained this weight back super quickly, because that’s its natural form and what it’s supposed to be. maybe with an intense and strict diet for a few years i could manage to lose this much weight again. but why would i want to? especially since i have a good feeling that if i break this diet i’ll just gain it back too. and yeah, i probably would only go down by a size or two at best. 

and!!! i’m not even THAT fat!!!! when i go to that chain store i mentioned earlier, i’m actually along the lower sizes they sell! if i wear the right clothes and hold myself properly and don’t try to do things like jump or w/e, i’m still fat but it’s not a thing people really notice unless they look for it, really. i can go up in sizes when shopping in online plus size shops if i want things to fit loosely. i have it easy. THAT’S easy. i can’t even imagine what it’s like to be fatter than i am, or have less ~aesthetically pleasing~ (in the eyes of skinny people) fat destribution than i do, but i’m guessing it’s even rougher tbh.

it sucks man! it fucking sucks ass! we’re not allowed to exist! we’re not allowed to be physically seen! we’re here to be a laughing stock or to be used as a bad example or to be a villain in a kids movie, and that’s it! skinny people don’t wanna see us unless it’s in a bad context! they hate us for existing! fat = bad is such a normalized idea that even when someone points out to anyone that they gained weight, not even in a malicious way, my blood literally runs cold. scenes in movies where to show how a character is doing bad they get fat (peter b parker in spiderverse, thor in endgame are just 2 examples i have in mind rn)? that’s another way to normalize this idea. skinny people can say they don’t mind fat, that they love ~girls with a little meat on the bone~, they can go years without saying anything directly fatshaming, but they still see stuff like that - heck, even create stuff like that - and don’t realize how damaging it is and how much it makes me and probably other fat people too not want to go outside even more. fatphobia is poison you don’t even notice is in you unless you’re fat too. 

[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

Even numbers :}

THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU CRAZY KIDDO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND YOU’RE A BLESSING ON THIS WORLD!!!!!!

2: is your room messy or clean?

It’s kind of a mix?? Like I leave my clothes folded on top of the drawers rather than putting them away bc the drawers stick and it’s just easier access. The messiest thing about my room is that I’m a human magpie who likes collecting shiny/interesting things so I have a lot of stones and bits of metal or ceramic and some nuts and bolts lying around pffft. XD But mostly I keep things kinda tidy.

4: do you like your name? why?

I DO NOW!!!! :DDDDD

6: describe your personality in 3 words or less

uUUUuuHHHHHh well-meaning, stubborn, energetic! :D

8: what kind of car do you drive? color?

I currently drive my parents’ car. It’s dark grey… not gonna say what model. XD

10: how would you describe your style?

Like, clothes wise? Either very simple n plain or outrageously colourful n quirky. Depends on the day. XD

12: what size bed do you have?

Double.

14: if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

Oof honestly just back home (in Victoria.) A part of me also wants to try out a big city?? I’ve always lived in the country and tbh I kind of hate big cities because they seem to be filled with rude busy people but I wanna live there just to have something different and so I’ll know for sure and to say I did, y’know? (lmao a friend and I joke that we’re gonna move to NYC together one day, so she can keep my li’l naive country boi ass from getting chewed up and spat out by New Yorkers. I appreciate it. X’D )

16: favorite makeup brand(s)

No idea. I’ve only worn makeup twice, and those times were when my Mum begged me for a solid year until I finally caved and let her do it… grumpily. X’D

18: favorite tv show?

S E N S E 8

20: how tall are you?

5′4. :)

22: do you go to the gym? 

Nope, not enough money. I used to work out a lot at home and I got p ripped but because of my eating disorder I had to stop. Still haven’t started up again yet. :(

24: how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

21 bucks. :D

26: how many pillows do you sleep with?

2. One under my head and one to cuddle (shut up, I kNow. XD )

28: how many friends do you have?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯  too lazy to count, however many people I interact with online. I don’t have any irl friends… god that sounds pathetic. XD

30: whats your favorite candle scent?

Absolutely no idea, we never have any. That’s actually something I wanna change when I get my own place. I like candles. They calm me.

32: 3 favorite girl names

God I am so shitty with names. My characters either name themselves or they don’t get names. X’D UUUUUUUUHHHHH, Amber, Ida, Carmen??? idk???

34: favorite actress?

Emma Thompson is an actual fucking legend and I would go to battle for her.

36: favorite movie?

How to Train Your Dragon or Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse! :D (If it has to be live action: Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. :P )

38: money or brains? 

Heart.

40: how many times have you been to the hospital?

For myself, personally? Lots when I was a baby bc I had chronic ear infections and would literally just scream 24/7 and never sleep, I was in so much pain (poor tiny Matt. :(((( ) Once because I had a really bad migraine around age 13 that literally would not go away and had me throwing up every other minute and in such bad pain I wanted to literally die. And once recently when I felt super sick for months and months and finally went only to find there was nothing wrong with me?? turned out it was my gluten intolerance but dear god I had never felt that sick.

42: do you take any medications daily?

Just my asthma preventer (and I forget to take that a lot and end up not being able to breathe as well as I should, bc I’m the World’s Biggest Dumbass :)) XD )

44: what is your biggest fear? 

Physically: Not being able to breathe. Emotionally: The people I love ending up hating me just because I’m me. There’s a lot of irony to unpack there but I’m just gonna set the whole suitcase on fire. :)

46: whats your go to hair style?

Shaving the whole damn thing off.

48: who is your role model? 

I don’t really have one?? I guess my parents?? But I don’t really wanna be exactly like them either? I think it’s unwise to put anyone on a pedestal bc nobody’s perfect.

50: what was the last text you sent?

Screaming to a friend about how cute her OC is. XD

52: what is your dream car?

Literally could not care less so long as it gets me where I’m going and it’s neon yellow. X’D

54: do you go to college? 

Nope, dropped out of highschool early lmao.

56: would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 

Rural I guess?? But that’s only because I’ve always lived rural and don’t know any different. it’s quiet, I like quiet.

58: do you have freckles? 

Yep! I don’t have them in big patches tho? I just have like, some random single ones scattered all over my body?? XD

60: how many pictures do you have on your phone? 

Don’t have a phone and dear GOD I don’t even wanna know how many pictures I have on my laptop. Answer: too many. XD

62: do you still watch cartoons? 

OF COURSE!! :D

64: Favorite dipping sauce? 

idk I don’t really dip things in sauce? Maybe just tomato sauce?

66: have you ever won a spelling bee?

Yes, actually!! Woooo go bb Matt!! :D

68: can you draw? 

Stick figures? Yes. XD

70:what was the last concert you saw?

Never been to one.

72: Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

Only ever been to Starbucks so I can’t really compare. 

74: what is your crush’s first and last initial?

76: what color looks best on you? 

I think blue does. 💙

78: do you sleep with your door open or closed?

Open. Sleeping with it closed freaks me out, idk why. 😅

80: what is your biggest pet peeve? 

Being condescended to. :///

82: favorite ice cream flavor? 

Mint choc chip! Or rainbow! XD

84: chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

GIMME THE GAY SPRINKLES EVERY TIME.

86: what is your phone background?

Laptop background is currently THIS incredibly amazing beautiful accurate drawing Oli did of my OC Ben!!! :’D

88: do you like it when people play with your hair?

Y E S. I used to hate it when it was rlly long but now it’s heaven. ^-^ Unless I’m in one of my ‘being touched makes my skin crawl’ kind of moods.

90: do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

Just whenever I have my shower, occasionally during the day if I’m sweaty or whatever. Sometimes if my insomnia kicked me in the ass I splash my face n neck with cold water to wake up in the morning.

92: have you ever been drunk? 

Nope, and I really don’t want to be. The idea of being out of control of myself, even just a little bit, is terrifying to me. No thanks. I also just generally do not like alcohol, idk why. 

94: favorite lyrics right now

My all-time favourite lyrics come from Twenty One Pilots’ song ‘The Judge’ (even though I don’t actually like the song itself I love the lyrics):“When the leader of the bad guys sangSomething soft and soaked in painI heard the echo from his secret hideawayHe must’ve forgot to close his doorAs he cranked out those dismal chordsAnd his four walls declared him insane”

96: day or night? 

*chanting* NIGHT NIGHT NIGHT NIGHT NIGHT N

98: favorite month? 

Ironically, considering my character March is a giant dickwad, it’s March. XD The weather is just starting to turn cool after the grueling summer and it’s also my birth month! :D

100: who was the last person you cried in front of?

My Dad. Yikes.

AHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKIN, ALEX!!!

[joygaytrash]

Things weren’t suppose to be this way(Spiderverse AU)

Word count: 3071

Notes: Fucking finally, I finished this. It’s a bit rushed but I didn’t wanna make it too long. Anyways, this is for @sugarglider9603 and @galaxy-lilies-main AU and I hope you enjoy this~

The plan was to stay there for dinner then leave, not to stay and listen to his dad talk to his friends.

Emile never enjoyed going to the dinner parties for his and his dad's job. He always felt uncomfortable at them. He knew his mom didn't like going to them either, the other reporters there always hit on her despite being told that she's married.

Which leads them to here, Emile and his mom, waiting outside the entrance of the boss of the Daily Bugle's house, already annoyed by everyone there. Emile was on his phone, texting Remy and Dolion while Evelyn was also on her phone, currently having a conversation with one of her co-workers.

"Helen, listen, take as much time as you need. Your baby comes first, not your job and I will be telling Michael that tomorrow. Just take it easy, okay? Great, talk to you soon, Helen. Bye," Evelyn sighed softly as she hung up the call, putting her phone in her purse.

"Is Helen finally having her baby, Mom?" Emile asked, looking up from his phone.

"She's getting there," Evelyn replied as she looked back at the doors, "What is taking your father so long?"

Emile shrugged, putting his phone away. "I'm not sure, do you want me to go check on him?" He asked. Evelyn shook her head as she dug out her car keys and handed them to Emile. "No, I will. You go start the car, okay?" She answered, opening the door. Emile nodded, gripping the keys as he made his way to the car while his mom went back inside to get his dad.

He unlocked the car and got in, putting the keys in the ignition, starting it up then put it in idle mode. Emile then sat in the back seat, going back to texting Remy and Dolion as he waited for his parents.

But then 5 minutes became 10 minutes, 10 minutes becomes 15 minutes, and 15 minutes becomes 20 minutes. This worried Emile. What if something happened to his parents? What if his mom or dad got hurt? What if-

Emile's racing thoughts were cut off by his phone ringing. He grabbed it, seeing the caller I.D. and answered the call right away, "Hey mom, is everything okay?"

"Emile, listen to me carefully. I need you to take the car and leave," Evelyn said, not answering Emile's question.

"What? Leave? Mom, what's going on?" Emile asked, the worry in his voice was clear. Why would Emile leave his mom here? What about his dad? What was going on with him?

"Em, hun, I don't have much time to explain. All I can tell you right now is your dad isn't the man we all thought he was," Evelyn quickly explained.

"What do you mean?"

"Hun, please, I will explain when this is all over. Just take the car and drive and shut your phone down so you can't be traced. There's a non-traceable phone in the glove compartment, okay?"

His mouth felt dry. What was going on? Why was his mom acting like this?

"Okay," He replied as he crawled into the driver seat, tossing his bag on the seat next to him.

"Good. I love you, Em," His mom cooed, trying her best to keep calm. Emile smiled a little, already feeling the tears in his eyes.

"I love you too, Mom," He responded before ending the call and powering down his phone. After setting it in the middle console, Emile started the car up fully before driving away from the house as quick as possible.

Once Emile was a few miles away from the house, he opened the glove compartment and dug out the phone his mom had mentioned earlier. He turned it on and dialed a familiar number before putting the phone up to his ear, listening to the electric buzz.

"Hello?" The tired voice asked on the other end.

"Thomas, it's Emile. Listen, I need your help," Emile said, stopping at an empty intersection.

"Okay, where are you, kid? I can come get you right now and-"

"I'm practically nowhere right now,"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm currently driving, without my parents,"

The other end was silent for a few moments, making Emile shift anxious in the car seat as he started driving again.

"Look, Thomas, something is going on with my dad. We were at the company dinner for the Daily Bugle and after we finished eating my mom and I waited for my dad then she went to get him while I started the car. Then 20 minutes later, my mom called me and told me to drive and said my dad wasn't the person we thought he was and oh my goodness, Thomas, I'm scared," Emile explained, his voice breaking a little at the end.

"Hey, hey, everything's gonna be okay. We'll figure this all out but I need you to calm down and focus on driving. I'm sure your mom wouldn't want her son getting hurt," Thomas suggested. Emile nodded, taking a deep breath and released it before focusing on driving.

"Better?" Thomas asked, keeping his voice down.

"Yeah,"

"Good, good. Now, how about you come over to my place so you're not alone tonight, deal?"

Emile felt a small smile on his face as he started to relax a bit, "Deal."

"Great. See you in a bit, kid," Thomas said.

"Same to you, Thomas," Emile added before ending the call and putting the phone in the center console of the car by his phone and then started to make his way towards Thomas' place.

***

Emile got to Thomas' place about 15 minutes later, grabbing everything of his from the car and went inside. Thomas had tea ready for Emile in order to help him calm his nerves.

"So, if I'm correct, your mom told you to leave after being gone for 20 minutes to go get your dad and said your dad wasn't the man you guys thought he was?" Thomas asked, looking at Emile.

Emile nodded, taking a drink of his tea. "That's correct and I'm super worried, Thomas. I mean, what if my dad did something to my mom? What if my dad's holding my mom, our boss, and our co-workers hostage in our boss's house?" Emile rambled.

"Hey, hey, breathe. We will figure this out, Emile. We will find out what your mom meant and we will find her and everyone else. And right now, you should get some rest. It's late and you need it," Thomas said.

"But-," Emile began to argue back, but Thomas quickly cut him off.

"No buts. As your temporary parent, you need to get some rest so we can focus on this tomorrow, understood?" Thomas stated, cracking a smile as an attempt to lighten the mood.

Emile couldn't help but giggle a little, making Thomas chuckle a bit. "Okay, okay, I'll lay down. The tea's making me tired anyways," Emile responded.

"Good. I'll see you in the morning, kid," Thomas said as he got off the couch.

"Same to you, Thomas," Emile said back, taking his glasses off and set them on the coffee table. They said one last 'good night' to each other before Thomas disappeared to his room, leaving Emile alone on the couch. The teen sighed and laid down, covering himself up with the blanket that had been draped on the back of the couch.

"It's gonna be okay, Emile. Thomas and the others will figure this out and your mom will be safe," Emile mumbled to himself before falling asleep.

***

It's been a week and they found nothing yet. The police had gotten involved and searched the boss's house, but found no signs of the boss themselves, the employees, or Emile's parents. This only added to Emile's paranoia.

He had gone to school and to work that past week, hoping that one day, his dad would be at work to greet him and his mom would be at home, waiting to hear about his day. But they didn't show up.

After the disappearance of his boss, co-workers, and parents became public, the school allowed Emile to take as much time as he needed off. They didn't want him to worry about his parents and his school work at the same time.

Now here Emile was, sitting in the spider lair with Joan and Talyn, watching them go through some files.

"So, what's this for?" Emile asked. He saw Joan and Talyn glance at each other quickly then back at Emile.

"Well, Thomas thought that if your dad was behind this, there would be red flags in his bank statements or something, so, he asked Talyn and I to look through his things," Joan explained as Talyn nodded in agreement next to them.

"Have you tried looking through his email?" Emile suggested.

"No, not yet. We were just about to though," Talyn answered, pulling up Emile's dad's email. None of it was what they expected to see.

There was probably a couple hundred emails all coming from or going to the same person; Dragon Witch. Emile could feel his stomach perform a full 180, making him run to the nearest trash can and lose his lunch. His heaving and coughing drowned out the footsteps behind him but not the voice talking to him.

"Hey, you okay, Picani? Do you need some water? Does that name seem familiar to you? Does-," Joan started to shoot questions off left and right but Talyn stopped them right in their tracks.

"Joan, go get Emile some water and probably some pain killers. I'll stay here with him," Talyn said, their words sounding more like a demand than a suggestion. Joan nodded and stood up from the floor, jogging away from the two.

"I recognized that name, Talyn," Emile mumbled, catching Talyn's attention.

"Really?"

"Yeah. According to my mom, my dad used to be a conspiracy theorist before I was born and had his own website and every time he shared a theory, he'd sign the post off with 'Dragon Witch'. Now, I'm not sure if he still has that website but I am sure that he is still the only one who uses that name, no one but him, my mom, and I know that name,"

Talyn nodded, patting Emile's back gently as Joan came back with the water and pain killers.

***

Joan and Talyn had spent days on end analyzing Emile's dad's emails when they finally managed to find a location of an abandoned building at the edge of the city. They both told Thomas as soon as they found it and Thomas got a hold of the Spider gang right after.

The group of heroes now we're standing in range of the building, discussing on how they wanted to go about this. Emile was sitting near the group, looking at the abandoned building while listening to the discussion.

"Okay, gurl, like lowkey, I want to deck Emile's dad in the face," Remy stated.

"Same," Dolion added, Venom growling in agreement on his shoulder.

"You guys can but we need to figure out how to get in, get every worker out of there then we can fight him," Thomas said.

"Well, I suggest that two of us does a quick perimeter of the building, just to see how big it is and how many entry points we have," Logan suggested, "Virgil and I can do it but only if he's okay with that, of course."

"I'm down to do that," Virgil replied. Thomas nodded and the two of them were gone, swinging over to the building.

They came back a few minutes later, standing on the ledge. "There's doors and a garage door in the back and a door in the front," Logan described.

"And a bunch of windows," Virgil added, Logan nodded his head in agreement next to him.

"Great, now, let's get a moving. You ready, kid?" Thomas asked, looking at Emile. The teen nodded, standing up from his spot. "Yeah, I'm ready," Emile answered, looking back at Thomas. Thomas nodded and pulled down his mask, the seven others doing the same while Dolion allowed Vemon to cover his body.

Then the group made their way to the building.

***

If any of them were being honest, it had felt like they've been fighting for hours. Robot soldier after robot soldier, their muscles became sore after taking them down. Once they finally finished fighting the robot soldiers, the spider gang went to find the boss, the employees, and Emile's parents.

Patton was the first to find the boss and the employees, who were being held in a old storage locker in the basement. One by one, him and Roman checked to see if any of them were injured before safely removing them from the building. But Emile's mom wasn't in the crowd and he could feel the lump in his throat.

"We'll find her, Emile, I promise," Thomas told him softly when he noticed the uneasy look on the teen's face. Emile nodded his head, still a bit on the edge.

Crash!

Thomas and Emile turned their heads towards the crash before Thomas turned his head back at the group. "Remy, Dolion, Emile, and I will go check that out while you four wait outside with the civilians," Thomas stated.

"You got it, Rainbow!" Roman yelled as him and the other three ran outside.

Thomas then ran off in the other direction with Dolion, Remy, and Emile following behind him. Once they got to the source of the crash, the four of them saw Emile's dad looking at a large computer screens with multiple smaller ones around it. On the floor by him were scattered pieces of metal and next to him was Emile's mom, bounded down in a chair.

Emile felt his breath get caught in his throat as the sick feeling in his stomach returned.

"What the hell, Evelyn?! That took me weeks to make!" Emile's dad exclaimed, looking at his wife. Evelyn rolled her eyes, slouching in the chair. "Oh, boo-hoo. Poor Richard, you spent your free time building some machine instead of being with your family, I feel so bad," Evelyn faked cooed with a deadpan expression on her face.

"At least I am actually home at night!"

"At least I actually give a damn about our kid!"

"Okay, okay. That's enough,"

Evelyn and Richard turned their heads to see Rainbow Weaver standing in the doorway with his hands resting on his hips.

"Ah, you finally arrive, Rainbow Weaver. Took you long enough," Richard commented, stepping away from the large computer.

"Quit the chit chat, buddy. I am already tired of your bs and this is the first time I met you face to face," Rainbow shot back, earning a loud cheer from Dream Catcher and Vemon behind him.

"Drag him by his wig, gurl! Drag hiiim!" Dream Catcher yelled. Rainbow Weaver sighed, turning towards Dream Catcher and Vemon. "Guys, I am not gonna drag him by his hair," Rainbow said.

Dream Catcher and Vemon argued with Rainbow, still attempting to get Rainbow Weaver to drag Richard by his hair. While the three of them argued, Richard pulled a small remote from his pocket with a smirk on his face. He was about to press the button when a string of web came from behind him, grasping the remote and pulled it out of Richard's hand.

"The hell?!" He yelled, catching the attention of Rainbow, Dream Catcher, and Vemon.

"Missing something, Richard?" A voice asked, making the four of them to turn their attention to the source of the voice. There they saw Emile in his normal clothes, holding the remote with a wicked smirk on his face. Evelyn was standing next to him, a sledge hammer in her hands.

"What-? Emily, the hell are you doing here?!" Richard asked, clearly annoyed.

"Emily hasn't been around since eighth grade, Dad. And to answer your question, I'm here to put this all to an end," Emile answered, taking the remote in both hands and easily snapped it into two(okay, Emile really loves his super strength, so of course he's gonna show it off). His dad stared at him with a shocked look on his face, his eyes were wide with confusion.

"But, how?!"

"How what, Richard? Your inventions break easily. For example," Evelyn lifted the sledge hammer and swung the hammer down on the control panel of the large computer, "In reality, anyone who have made their panel with stronger metal and would have hidden the sledge hammers," She explained, clearly happy with her actions.

Richard's confusion was soon replaced with anger as he grabbed something from his tool belt. As soon as he found what he wanted, Richard got ready to throw it, only for his whole torso to be covered in spider web.

"Come on now, gurl, you know better than to hurt your own wife and son," Dream Catcher pointed out before punching Richard in the face hard.

***

Once Thomas had gotten Richard all bounded together in webbing, he carried him outside with the help of Dolion and Remy. Emile and his mom had decided to stay behind because Emile wanted to make sure his mom was okay.

"Did he hit you?"

"No, he didn't,"

"Are you sure? Because if he did then I can punch him in gut or I can have Dolion to do it or-"

"Emile," Evelyn stopped her son mid sentence, placing her hand on his shoulder, "I am fine. Your dad did not hurt me in any way, shape, or form. I wasn't even worried that he would hurt me, I was worried about you more than anything."

The teen was quick to hug his mom and Evelyn returned it, holding Emile close. "I was worried about you too, Mom. Scared, even," Emile mumbled into his mom's shoulder.

"I know you did, Em. Now, let's get out of here. This place gives me the hibby jibby," Evelyn suggested, making Emile laugh a little.

"Sounds like a great idea. We can go through the back to avoid the reporters," Emile said, pulling away from Evelyn. His mom nodded, wrapping an arm around her son's shoulder before making their way to the back door, finally happy that this nightmare was over and that they had to deal with one last toxic person in their lives.