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flashnthunder · 5 months

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it's me, bel ep6bastogne, on my knees BEGGING for a crumb, a sliver, of webgott small town coastal mystery. i'm imagining broadchurch-style lieb a la grizzled DI hardy with web doing his best impression of intrepid local girl sidekick DS miller!!!

@ep6bastogne ahh okay what i had written for this wip is a little bit of a different vibe but i am now lowkey obsessed with that concept of a broadcurch-y lieb omg maybe i'll see if it goes in that direction

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The pier stinks of fish. Gulls walk the far edge of the weathered wood, digging between the joints of crab shells and fighting over fish guts. There had been a time when Joe had hated them in the way everyone hates a pest that follows them. They were there from the moment he woke in the morning, following him out to his boat and never leaving as he worked until he went home in the evening. They followed boats out into the ocean when they stayed in sight of the coast. There was no point in trying to chase them off. He had long since learned to live with the noise and flap of wings, the extra stench they brought in with them.

Leaning against the old shed built onto the pier, he smokes until until the sun sags near the horizon. Eventually, even the birds will leave to roost for the night. Water licks up the sides of the posts that hold up the pier, salt spray coating the old wood. Joe can feel it down in his bones, the dry and cracking salt that permeates everything.

The only disturbance in the squawking of the galls is a footfall at the top of the ramp leading down from the shore. A man is standing at the top, looking down at the pier. He almost looks familiar, but Joe can’t quite place his face. Joe squints up at him, the dying daylight casting flickering shadows that warp off the water. He’s wearing a sweater, too clean to have just come off a boat. No one else has come in since Joe had moored his own boat half an hour before. He hasn’t heard any cars running up on the road either. The wind skims off the water and blows through his hair.

There are times when Joe can feel the air change. Not in a way he could ever explain to anyone, but the feeling of standing on a boat out in the unbridled wind and knowing it was pulling something along behind it. It was looking at low waves and knowing the next few swells would grow. It’s never a calm before the storm on the ocean, never perfect stillness like there is standing on land. It’s a change in the rhythm that is the tell instead. For some reason, he can feel it now like he’s looking out on the gray ocean with no land in sight. Something is wrong. The wind is screaming the warning at him, and his whole body prickles with it.

The man shifts but doesn’t move. He looks just as surprised as Joe is to see another living soul out. Slowly, Joe puts his cigarette out on the side of the shed that has more stripped wood than paint left. He flicks the butt into a bucket near his feet. He doesn’t know why, but something tells him to start walking back up. It’s the same thing that tells him when there’s a storm building and when to watch for the next surging wave to break into whitewater.

As if in a mirror image, the man starts walking too. The creaking boards under his feet sound louder with two pairs of boots on them. They stop near the middle and Joe can see his face now, easier to recognize with the distance closed. He’s seen him in town, or maybe outside of the little church that stands perched within walking distance of the old lighthouse. The kind of person who hasn’t stopped to give Joe the time of day, even if he had been in the mood to talk when they’ve crossed paths before. He's still striking enough to remember, and Joe can think of even fewer reasons for him to be at the pier this late. There is still a good ten feet between them where they've stopped.

There’s blood staining the collar of his sweater. Not that much, just a few drops bleeding into an off-white fabric that draws his eye. Joe notices that before he notices his split lip, still fresh enough to be welling up with more blood. There’s a bag tightly clenched in his right hand, fingers curled so hard into the fabric that his knuckles are white.

The gulls have quieted. All he can hear now is the waves lapping against the land.

#bel i need you to know how much im thinking abt a more detective vibe now that is PEAK everything #band of brothers #webgott #david webster #joe liebgott #izzy writes #moodboard #mood board #flipping the script putting lieb on the boat now #also i have not made a mood board in years i forgot how fun it is #I NEED A NAME THERES NO TITLE

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summitclan-chronicles · 7 months

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Let's Take A Hike.

It's been over a full day since our pinned post was put up! I already have some followers and I welcome everyone - thank you for your interest already! Since we have a small audience I thought I would come in and say hello in a more relaxed way.

My name is Jingo (he/him)! I am the owner of SCC, as well as cat enthusiast, book consumer and local idea-haver. My favorite activity is Thinking Purposefully - mostly about my surroundings. The sky, the buildings, art pieces, textures, colors, smells, sounds, tones - taking in my environment in a planned methodical manner makes me feel immersed in it, like I'm giving every thing in my vicinity its deserved attention.

This habit is exactly how Summitclan was born.

In late summer of 2023, when the air is still thick but the wind blows cool, I started having a difficult time of things & my ever-patient and attentive partner decided to take me to a little lake to get me in the sun. We had a picnic, listened to music, danced, and the waves hush-hushed against the rocks. This day gave birth to a weekend tradition of hiking New York State's wilderness.

First it was just nature walks, then small forays into wooded foothills, with loops and connected webbings of trails. Then we set our sights on the Adirondack range, and the rolling peaks we always admired during the early morning drive to work, blue sentinels that - at the time of posting - are slowly being swallowed by encroaching wintry night-dawns.

I have been to, and fallen in love with, a little troop of peaks now: Buck Mountain is a dear friend, but I have also gotten to know Roostercomb and Shelving Rock. On all these ventures I found myself unable to stop Thinking Purposefully. I notice every fallen acorn, rustling leaf and broken stick; I eagerly observe how water falls down rocks, how leaves flutter to the ground, how downed trees entangle with each other, keeping each other alive. I discovered minute bugs, observant chipmunks, hidden slugs, old snail shells, coyote tracks, whitetail antler scrapes and old abandoned black bear dens.

As often happens, I became haunted by little cats.

If you've gone this far you probably have heard of Warrior Cats, and its magnetic pull toward certain people. In any natural setting they crawl into the backs of my eyes, and my hikes are no different, similarly influenced by tiny invasive animals with funny habits. But I am a writer, a poet, a dork; I like exploring ideas. I'll never solve a rubik's cube, but my brain might as well be one.

As I turned warrior-cats-in-the-adirondacks around and around, I started mucking up a silly fanclan I started calling AntlerClan after its fake mountain, Antlerhead Mountain. (This is still the name of the mountain in the full version, but the cats don't know that.) The cats in my head now form prehistoric generations of Summitclan: they showed me how they came together, how they showed they cared, and what they did for the cats in the future... but I was still seeing this from the angle of a fanfiction, and try as I might I could not escape the thick fog of "modern" characters. I could think of many ideas for the formations, the cultures, the stories, the values, but what about now?

It occured to me that it wasn't a story I could, or even would, write alone. This sort of project isn't really something to be discussed, but lived and experienced, I supposed: interpreted and used and tested against organic situations.

So, I retooled some things to make them compatible with roleplay instead. The little cats in my head were pleased with the changes. Now they told me all sorts of things and I knew this was a community I was building, not a story.

So here we are at the summit of our hike, and the birth of Summitclan. As my thoughts were cresting I happened to find my copy of Tailchaser's Song. After a spotty reread I got the idea to drop the capitalized "Clan." It feels appropriate in the books, when the Clanhood feels so intensely identifying and they feel so othered from neighboring groups. But Summitclan lives alone, and is intrinsically one with the rest of the surrounding population of cats. They cannot afford to feel othered or to turn their nose at things unfamiliar or strange, so isolated are they.

So, Summitclan it was. I had my moment in the sun, standing at the peak of my work: the building was done. Now came the hard work of going back down before dark.

September 9th, 2023 I made my very first draft of the roleplay version of my idea. On the 26th, I had my things properly organized and rewritten to my liking. I decided I would start advertising in November, and open in 2024.

So here we are. It is a Friday, November 3rd. We have reached the parking lot at the bottom of our hike, now. When you hike with someone you learn a lot about them: do they take the muddy path or the dry path? hard or easy? do they pause often to take in the view? I hope you've learned enough about me now to feel comfortable joining my community. I plan on going on a lot of hikes.

In the meantime, here are some photos of my adventures. Whatever comes up the trail ahead, I wish you the best, and I'm very glad I met you!

#warrior cats #roleplay #adirondacks #hiking #nature #frog #walnuts #roostercomb summit #<- the first image featured is the summit #cameo: the great cloudsplitter Mount Marcy is also in this photo!#she is my fiancees dream hike. pray for us when that happens.

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hollywoodxwhore · 1 year

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wanted (part 18)

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smut but nothing happens, drinking

We have reached the very last part of this very long series. I can't believe I actually finished it. There's a little epilogue I'll post today, too. Thanks again to everyone who's supported me through writing this series!

Two Months Later

I subleased my apartment and moved in with Colson and Pete.

Pete’s room became my office and the three of us took up residence in Colson’s room.

We bought a new bed, a King, so the three of us can fit comfortably.

I’ve cleaned up the entire house, turning it from a bachelor pad into a home suitable for a relationship that operates essentially like a marriage.

Aside from the fact that no one but our close friend group knows, everything is going perfectly.

It’s not that we don’t go out in public, the three of us. We do. We’re just not affectionate. To the world, it might look like a couple and a friend, or just three close friends. Either way, we’ve all been skittish about being openly in a polyamorous relationship. Society just isn’t that accepting, and the thought of being out about it is scary. But we’re all graduated or done with college in some capacity by now, and real life is looming on the horizon.

I’m awake far too early for a Saturday morning, curled up on the couch with a mug of coffee. I’m watching the early morning sunrise through the picture window, my stomach twisting into complicated knots of anxiety and worry. Will people say mean things to us in public? What will our families think?

“Al?” I jump at the sound of Colson’s low voice. I turn to see him standing in the doorway of the living room, shirtless with his sweats slung low on his waist, XXX tattoo loud and clear in my field of vision, and my stomach can’t help but make a little room in its web of anxiety for a wave of desire.

“Hey,” I say softly.

Colson reaches up to ruffle his bed head and then yawns, loping across the room to me in his bare feet. He curls up on the couch and tugs me close so I’m resting against his chest. He presses a kiss to my hairline and I close my eyes, feeling better already. My thoughts are loud but the boys always help quiet them.

“What are you doing up so early?” I ask.

“Had to pee,” Colson answers. “What are you doing up so early?”

I stare out the window, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. “I’m anxious, Col.” I turn so I’m sitting with my legs folded, twisting my fingers around one another.

Colson cocks his head to the side, and the glow of the sunrise hits him just right, accentuating his beautiful jawline and long eyelashes, as well as the lines of sleep around his eyes. He’s still very tired. “What’s bothering you?” He asks gently.

I shrug. “I guess I’m just scared of the future,” I say.

Colson snorts, glancing outside at the sunrise. “Who isn’t?” He mutters. Then, he turns back to me. “What specifically, my love?”

I sigh quietly and look down at my hands. “What is your family going to think of us?”

Colson chuckles softly and shrugs. “My dad won’t question me,” he says. “He’ll feel too awkward. My aunt will just be happy I’m happy.”

“But what about Pete’s family?” I ask.

Colson smiles softly. “His mom is an angel. And his sister is great. They’ll love you. They already love me. It’ll be okay. Who cares?”

“I do,” I say helplessly. “I don’t know about you and Pete, but I’ve never been so happy before.” The words tumble out before I can stop them. But I just keep going. “I see a future with the two of you. And that means our families will find out sooner or later. I don’t want anyone’s parents to, like, disown them because of this.”

“Mine won’t, and Pete’s won’t. Will yours?’

I shake my head no.

“Then we’re fine,” he says, offering a hand. I settle my much smaller hand into his and he squeezes it gently. “Alex, I love you. Pete loves you. We’re already making it work. What’s a few obstacles?”

I sigh softly and nod. “I guess you’re right.”

“I’ll always protect you two,” Colson says, a look of determination on his beautiful face. “No one will hurt the people I love. Promise. Now, come back to bed.”

I nod and get to my feet. Colson faces me, holding out his arms, and I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck before jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist, clinging to him like a koala. He gives my ass a little smack and I giggle against his neck as he carries me back to bed where Pete is rubbing his eyes confusedly.

“Why’m I all alone?” He slurs sleepily.

“You’re not anymore, babe,” Colson says, setting me on the edge of the bed. I snuggle up to Pete, draping an arm over his belly, and he immediately wraps his arm around my shoulders, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Colson climbs into bed and drapes his body over mine, letting his hand rest on Pete’s bare hip so he’s touching both of us.

“Love you guys,” Pete murmurs.

I smile and snuggle in, letting my tired eyes slip closed. “Love you too.”

“Ditto,” Colson mutters sleepily, and we fall back asleep.

When we all wake up, Colson decides that we’re going out. “Dress cute,” he tells us. “This is a date, god dammit.”

I choose a dress that Colson helped me choose, a warm, peachy color made of silk with lace detailing around the neckline and hem. I slip into a pair of wedges, fluff my loosely curled hair in the mirror, and touch up my lipstick before finding both of my boys in the living room.

Pete looks adorable in a pair of khaki shorts and a polo, and Colson looks handsome in a pair of black pants and a short sleeve button up. “Ready?” Colson asks and we follow him out to his car.

We go to one of our favorite restaurants to sit on the patio, soaking up the warm summer weather, and on our way inside, Colson takes my hand. He lifts his chin slightly and looks down at me, and suddenly, his confidence becomes mine. I turn to Pete and slip my hand into his, too. He looks a little surprised and then smiles, and my chest blooms with warmth.

We enjoy our favorite lunch, talking and laughing, touching hands, brushing feet beneath the table, and I truly don’t care what anyone thinks. It’s freeing to feel this way. Maybe people notice us and maybe they don’t. It honestly doesn’t matter to me.

After lunch, we shop for a while, and then, we head to the beach. We get ice cream and take a long walk down to a private beach. I halt at the sign that announces the beach’s privacy, and the boys turn to look at me.

“Private beach,” I say, gesturing to the sign.

Colson shrugs. “I don’t see anyone,” he says. “C’mon. Live a little.” Reluctantly, I let them pull me along. But Colson is right, it’s deserted and beautifully private. We find a spot tucked in some tall grass where no one could see us unless they got close. Colson gives us a mischievous look and starts to slide his pants down.

My eyes go huge. “Col!” I hiss. “What if someone sees?”

“Then they’re welcome,” he says, working on the buttons of his shirt. He strips completely to his underwear, and with a whoop, goes sprinting into the water.

“He is fucking crazy,” I mutter, shaking my head.

Pete laughs. “And we love him anyway.”

“We love him because of it,” I correct, and Pete nods, scooting closer to wrap an arm around me.

“Should we go in, too?” I ask.

“Probably,” Pete says.

“Hang on,” I say, cupping his cheek. He looks down at me, brown eyes warm and loving, and I stroke his cheekbone gently with my thumb. “I love you, Pete Davidson,” I say softly and he smiles, leaning in to kiss me slowly.

He takes his time and when he pulls back, he murmurs, “I love you, too. Now, come on!” The two of us get up and strip down to our underwear as well, and holding hands, we run into the water to join our boyfriend.

Ten minutes later, after splashing each other and playing around, I’m sandwiched between the two boys, wrapped around Pete while Colson’s long arms hug us both. We’re enjoying the gentle waves, the peace of a private area.

“I want to live on a private beach someday,” I decide, “when my books make it big and I’m rich.”

Colson chuckles and kisses my shoulder. “You won’t have to worry about that, baby. This band is going to make me a millionaire.”

“Nah, my shitty paychecks from SNL will be our ticket,” Pete says.

We all laugh together. I kiss Pete, then turn my head to kiss Colson, too. Colson’s arms slide away from our waists, and I feel his big hands cup my ass. He groans softly. “This is a fantasy of mine,” he admits. His eyes have grown darker.

I roll my eyes and grin. “Of course it is,” I say. “I’m too worried about getting caught to be turned on.”

Colson sighs. “That’s fair. Someday, we’ll fuck in the lake when we buy our lake house.”

“Deal,” I say. “Now let’s go home.”

It was a perfect day. I wasn’t worried at all what people thought because Colson and Pete didn’t. It was so liberating to get to be who I am so openly, to love who I want to love. It feels like we’re celebrating as we share a bottle of wine on the floor of our living room.

“Did you ever see this as your future?” I ask them. I’m leaning against the couch, feet out in front of me, crossed at the ankles.

Pete takes a sip of his wine. He’s leaning back against Colson’s chest, both of their long legs sprawled out before them. He considers for a second while he holds the wine in his mouth, then swallows. “To be honest, I thought I’d be alone forever,” he admits. “I’m glad I’m not.”

Colson nods. “I never thought I’d settle down,” he says. “Didn’t think I wanted to. But, fuck. This is…this is everything to me.” His voice is quiet, almost shy, and he meets my eyes with an almost timid expression. “You?”

I snort. “Did I imagine myself dating and living with my two dream men? No. I did not. Did I fantasize about it? Fuck yes.”

The boys laugh, their voices a harmony that fills my stomach with butterflies. “Baby, get over here,” Colson demands, jerking his chin in a gesture for me to come closer.

I set my wine glass on the coffee table and do as I’m told, slotting myself between Pete’s legs. I rest my head back on his shoulder and close my eyes. Sometimes, I feel like it’s too good to be true, this life. Sometimes I feel like I need to pinch myself. But there’s never a moment where I’m not immensely thankful for where I ended up.

All my life, I’ve felt unwanted. The last one chosen, the one no one noticed. The funny friend but not the hot friend. As I rest my body against those of my two boyfriends, I have a comforting feeling that I’ll never feel that way again.

That, from here on out, I’ll never feel anything but wanted.

#machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #pete davidson #machine gun kelly fanfic #mgk fanfic #colson baker fanfic #pete davidson fanfic #pelly #pelly fanfic

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atlas-hope · 6 months

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AZIRAPHALE'S PLAYLIST (5)

Since I’m joyfully suffering from an immense amount of Good Omens brainrot, I’ve been collecting all of my Thoughts™ regarding the list of songs that Prime gave us before Season 2 came out. Now that these songs (and the events of S2) have been churning around in my brain for a few weeks, I feel like I’m able to put my thoughts into words. This will be a series of posts!

Feelings

This is definitely the most morose and downtrodden-sounding song on Aziraphale’s playlist. I feel like the inclusion of this song in his playlist summarizes the conflicted nature of the angel’s feelings regarding Crowley.

Feelings, nothing more than feelings, Trying to forget my feelings of love. Teardrops rolling down on my face, Trying to forget my feelings of love.

Without the context of Season 2, these lyrics symbolize Aziraphale’s hesitancy towards even accepting the fact that he has feelings for Crowley. It would make a lot of sense, after all! Aziraphale has a long history of vehemently rejecting any overt boldness on the demon’s part. Almost every interaction between them has to have the veneer of work-related jobs. The facade of professionalism, when there truly is none.

Aziraphale seems to have completely embraced the concept of thoughtcrime. He avoided confronting his feelings for so long that he literally had his Realization of Romantic Love™ in 1941. It is no secret that he has been quite fully traumatized indoctrinated by Heaven’s propaganda. Therefore, it’s no wonder that the angel would have moments where he’s paralyzed by the mere existence of his feelings for a demon. These moments would probably lead to him obsessively trying to wave away his tender emotions.

With the context of the end of Season 2, it is possible that Aziraphale will try to forget his feelings for Crowley while he is in Heaven as the Supreme Archangel.

Feelings, for all my life I'll feel it. I wish I've never met you, girl! You'll never come again. Feelings, whoa, oh, oh, feelings. Whoa, oh, oh, feel it again in my arms.

Okay, those are some STRONG words. “I wish I never met you”? Really, Aziraphale? Do you really feel that way? Is the demon too alluring for you to handle?

In seriousness, this is very understandable. As someone who has gone through the painful process of unraveling my thoughts from my religion’s thoughts, I often yearned to be something my church would accept. Even though it wouldn’t make me happy, I so desperately wanted to be “normal.” Aziraphale most likely feels the same heartwrenching desire to be a “normal” angel, one that doesn’t get caught in the web of a beguiling (and achingly kind) demon.

Also, as a side note, the last line there kinda grabs my attention. What could you possibly want to “feel in [your] arms again,” Aziraphale? Could it perhaps be the very same demon you were angsting over earlier? “Do it again, right now,” indeed.

Feelings, feelings like I've never lost you, And feelings like I've never have you again in my life.

Well, that’s depressing. It probably summarizes Aziraphale’s feelings as he ascended into Heaven next to the Metatron. He was probably wondering if he had permanently damaged his relationship with Crowley. As a matter of fact, that’s what the entire fandom is wondering too. I guess all we can do is wait and see.

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panfluidme · 7 months

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Turtle in a Web

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Important notes, Peter is FTM trans and has organic webbing in this

CHAPTER ONE: THE BEGINNING OF THE AGE OF SPIDER-MAN

Peter Parker was a normal teenager. He was smart, he had a best friend that he could honestly say he would kill or die for (hopefully it would never have to come to that). His Aunt May was one of the best people he's ever met. He lived in New York, the town of Iron Man and the old home of the turtles that disappeared, mostly.

One of the turtles was still around. Peter adored the purple wearing turtle. Not as much as he adored Iron Man, but he still idolized him.

Peter flopped onto his bed, his head swimming. He had gotten home from a field trip to a small town research and development company. He must've gotten food poisoning or something because he felt like utter shit.

He shut his eyes for what felt like a brief moment, but when he opened them, the room was dark and a cold plate of food sat on his desk with a note.

Sitting up and taking a moment so he wouldn't fall down, Peter stood up. He stumbled to his desk and grabbed the note that read:

I noticed that you were taking a nap and didn't want to wake you, so I left your dinner here. Love, Aunt May <3

Peter smiled weakly and sat down, taking a small bite of the food.

On on the back of his left hand, there was a swollen spider bite. It didn't look pretty, but it also didn't look swollen enough to be concerned about. He shrugged it off and kept eating.

Even if it was something to be concerned about, Peter and his aunt couldn't afford to take him to the hospital with one income.

After eating, Peter took care of his plate. When he tried to put the dish into the sink, he found that it was stuck to his fingers. He started to wave his hand around, frantic to get it off.

Eventually, it got off. It flew into the sink and broke into pieces. Peter quickly cleaned up the broken glass, muttering swears under his breath.

Once done, Peter went to his room and sat down. The good news was that he didn't feel so sick anymore. The bad news is somehow, he gained superpowers. What was he supposed to do with them?

Peter noticed the poster of Iron Man that was hung on the wall. Next to it was a picture of Donnie, the purple wearing turtle that has been protecting New York City for fifteen years.

"Could I be a superhero too?" Peter mumbled to himself as he stood back up.

He dug through his closet to find a red jacket. The sleeves were messy and full of holes, but Peter could very easily cut them off. He grabbed a long sleeve blue shirt and a pair of blue sweats. He could probably get some gloves and make a mask with his limited sewing skills.

"Yeah, yeah. This'll work."

Peter nodded to himself and set the stuff onto his desk. He sat down on his bed, reaching out to grab his phone. However, when he flicked his wrist, a string of webs shot from them.

He could make webs? How? Why?

Peter looked at the spider bite, starting to piece things together.

Somehow, a radioactive spider had bitten him, most likely at the research and development company he had gone on a field trip to. This spider must've been carrying a venom that made it so Peter got the abilities of a spider.

That probably was why the plate stuck to his fingers in the kitchen.

His brown eyes lit up with an idea. He walked to the wall and put his foot against it. With a deep breath, Peter got off the foot that was on the ground. As he suspected, Peter stuck to the wall with his foot.

He put his other foot onto the wall.

Peter thought as he walked up the wall. He crouched down. He was going to need a super hero name.

Arachnid Boy?

No, that was stupid.

Trans-Spider?

No, little people would trust a hero that was so openly trans.

Spider-Kid?

No, that didn't sound right. Plus, Peter wasn't a kid anymore. Even if he was, he wouldn't be forever than he would have to change it again.

Man-Spider?

No, that was worse.

Spider...

"Spider-Man. I'll be Spider-Man," Peter whispered to himself.

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt au #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt angst #rottmnt raph #mcu au #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #peter parker #spider man #tom holland

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corrodedbisexual · 1 year

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So here's something mildly terrifying. Anyone feeling nostalgic for the color of the sky? Tumblr polls have the goddamn color of the sky potential. There is a symbol limit on answers, but seemingly no symbol limit on the actual questions.

What's more, doesn't matter how long it is, it does NOT count as a long post, on mobile or on web, so it will display fully on your dash. Absolutely wonderful. You can really feel the 2013 vibes.

So here's a poll with the entire Bee Movie script in the question. Enjoy. I'm putting it under a readmore line because I'm not a goddamn animal. But believe me that I've tested on a sideblog without readmore, and it absolutely displays as an unshortened scrolling disaster on your dash.

@staff my dudes. What the hell. Don't you know your site is full of trolls and gremlins?

@staffs-secret-blog you guys are totally secretly running the hellsite so I'm tagging you as well.

#tumblr #polls #tumblr polls

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davidmariottecomics · 1 year

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The (Cash) Value of Art

Hello again,

If you've been engaged in the comic and art spaces recently, you've probably noticed a number of troubling trends. While cost of living is rising, folks are looking up numbers showing rates have stagnated for extended periods (and given inflation, technically fallen). Folks are talking about being offered too little by places with big budgets. Folks are talking about massive delays or straight-up non-payments from comics publishers. And between NFTs featuring stolen artwork--a thing that has proven time and time again to be a scam of occasional worth, but no value; the seemingly ever-worsening state of actually crediting/acknowledging artists, much less listening when they say things like "do not repost or steal my art"; and AI tools that don't actually level any sort of artistic playing field and just steal and repurpose existing art (and user data and, sometimes, medical records?!) for the benefit of *checks notes* people who don't want to pay for art, it's a ROUGH time out there.

DISCLAIMER: While I'm happy to harp on the negatives of art theft, as noted in that last point, I encourage doing your own due diligence on the first few. These are conversations that are happening and that, in conjunction with the rampant art theft and general devaluation of art that I'll be talking about today, I wanted to make sure got mentioned. However, as a lot of these conversations are coming from social media, I do think it's worth doing independent verification of any claims. I'm not here to say whether or not companies are paying people--I don't know. I'm saying that it's being discussed.

What I am going to talk about more at length today is, generally, how you can value your art and take that valuation with you in all avenues you may pursue. These tips might not work for everyone, but maybe they'll work for you.

The Value of Art

Chances are, if you're reading this, you already know what I'm about to say, but maybe you need a reminder. Art is human expression. It is the distillation of an idea by an artist in whatever medium they may choose. It may be inspiring or emotional or wrought with pain or just a funny little picture of a funny little guy because you were bored. It may have meaning and purpose and depth, or be vapid and convenient and random, and both can be enjoyable. Art is, I'd reckon, one of the base ways we relate to each other. It can be communication and entertainment, and one can beget the other. I am someone immersed in art all the time--from my work to the things in my home to what I consume in the public sphere. Art pays my bills (speaking of, my cats had to go to the vet--routine check-ups and vaccines and stuff, but not great timing, so if you wanna support me, check out the shop and buy my art). It has helped me when I've been down. It's brought me great joy. Art is valuable. Your art is valuable. Even if it is for no one except yourself, your art is worth your time and energy in that you created something you set out to create.

So it really sucks when people devalue your art externally. It sucks that while social media has allowed for artists to find outreach and build audiences and community webs like never before, it's also an ever-churning engine looking for something to self-promote. An artist's post on Twitter is equally free promotion for Twitter as a place to find the artist and their work as it is the artist themselves. Sometimes, the equation's even more unbalanced as the proliferation of free art being shared by artists has led to entitled folks believing they have a right to all art--from taking and reposting art without credit (or, equally infuriatingly, with "credit to the artist") to piracy to the new wave of feeding other people's hard work without their knowledge or against their will into programs that allow other people to use and make a profit from their work. This is a particularly important point--the art's value isn't lost. AI generators, NFTs, the aforementioned social media--they're making money off of that work, instead of it going to the creators of the work. And people often submit that willingly because--at best, they don't know better, and at worst, they seek to actively cause harm to the artists.

When there's so much happening, it can be disheartening. It feels like attacks against the worth of your work on all sides. And as many artists point out, they'd love to be able to make art for free (and, often do, though when they do, the fact it was free is overlooked and underappreciated). But they have bills and wants and needs and as long as we're using money to pay for things, a need for money for their work (as one last aside, pretty sure you could sub artists for sex workers and art for sex work and have the statement be equally true--notable because many forms of sex work overlap with art and also, y'know, people who have their work and humanity devalued gotta stick together, y'know).

So, when it seems like things are against you, how do you value your own art?

A Fair Price

What is a fair price is for your art? How can you set a price that you feel is justified? Who decides that price? Big questions, I know, but hopefully simple answers.

The what and the how go hand-in-hand. I don't have it in front of me, but I've seen a pretty good calculation for setting rates in the past that is something like:

Minimum Wage x Estimated Hours to Complete a Piece [taking into account style, complexity, and layers--a sketch takes less time than a fully colored multi-panel comic page--as an extra note here, you may want to ramp your "hours" up as a valuation of expertise, if you are quicker because you've learned and practiced to become able to work more quickly, take into account the hours spent getting there too] + Cost of Materials divided by Number of Projects they can be used for [how long does your pencil last? Your iPad? Monthly costs of electricity and/or internet? Also including shipping costs if those apply] + X Project Specific Materials [if you're paying for a special font or canvas or reference material] + the biggest variable, Minimum Wage x Estimated Hours for Promotion [that is to say, if you're expected to self-promote a project, how much you expect that sort of marketing work will cost/would be traded off for other work].

You might go up or down with whatever number you come up with, but now you have a base and one that is justified through a lot of your time and consideration. And that's the biggest thing--despite art appraisers and the budgets of commissioners [or a private or business level]--only you can really set the standard for how much you'd like to be paid.

How to Go About Talking $$$ The short and sweet is, if you have a number in mind to start, you're ready for the conversation. Not all art budgets are going to match your number. Sometimes, occasionally, you'll be offered even higher (and unless the project is evil--probably worth saying, some art is inherently vile and bad and evil--you should take it). Sometimes you'll be lowballed and it'll be up to you whether or not you take it. A lot of the time, you'll be given a price that someone somewhere, not the person talking to you in the moment, said is the amount that can be paid.

To that end, remember to be polite to the person attempting to hire you. Keep your number in mind and see if they have any flexibility if it isn't being met. I recommend talking budget early--either with deadline or after confirming the deadline will work. And ask your questions early too. Places should be able to answer basic questions about the money: how it can be paid, if there is an average/expected time that it is paid in (sometimes called a Net period), questions about rights, other usage, etc.

From there, go with your gut. Ask a peer if something seems off. But if you know how much you value your art, that's the way to start the conversation.

Speaking of the value of art and how artists need $$$ to pay for things... my friends Elizabeth and Danny had their catalytic converter stolen right off their car and those are expensive, so if you like good comics and stuff, maybe go and help them out! And Becca's shop is slightly updated and open through 12/26, speaking of someone who has recently been giving a lot of free art to social media and deserves to be paid for their work. Also, if you're an adult and a Genshin Impact fan, they're currently doing one of those "strip" trends of a sort... Also, lots of really good Makimas recently for you CSM fans.

Next week: THE LAST BLOG OF THE YEAR! It's going to be a goodbye of sorts as I say a bit about my time with Transformers as we part ways for now, as well as saying goodbye to the first year of this blog. Hope to see you there!

Things I've been enjoying this week: Heading out shortly to hang out and watch Xmas movies with the aforementioned Elizabeth, Danny, and Becca! Candy canes. Honkai Impact (Video game). Chainsaw Man (Anime & Manga). Knowing Star Saber's on his way and should be here Monday (and some other TFs are going to be coming home soon too). Finding something as a present that you didn't think you'd see before Xmas and is now under the tree. Advent calendars. Lego Masters (TV show). The Simpsons (TV show). Tiansheng being such a good boy for the vet (Nadja was not and so we have to go back Wednesday with her dosed with a calming drug beforehand). Hades II!!!!!!!! Getting through a chunk of my to-do list. This past week wasn't quite as "Winter Slumpy" as I was expecting, but I made good progress.

Also, I took a pull on Genshin and got the artist formerly known as Scaramouche by accident and Becca still needs to pull him because they're actually much more interested, so one more plug, please buy some stuff from Becca so they can get this guy.

New Releases this week (12/7/2022): Sonic the Hedgehog #55 (Editor) Transformers: Best of Windblade (Editor--our penultimate TF book) Godzilla Monsters & Protectors: All Hail the King #3 (Editor! My first Godzilla book!)

New releases next week (12/14/2022): Transformers: Shattered Glass II #5 (Supervising Editor--Our last TF book. More next week).

Pic of the Week: Last week I drew a silly little comic about how doing self-promotion, including for this blog, kinda backfired as it seemed like I was being throttled in who my posts were reaching, as well as how to get past it (hint: he's fast and blue and I think I literally already posted this here, but whoops?).

#comic art #paid for art #comics #anti ai #anti nft #whoopsrepeatcomic #editorialtips

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succfest · 2 years

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Happy Succession Sunday folks!

So here it is, the official announcement post for the SUCC Fest! This should give you about a little less or more than a week's time depending on when you decide to post your work.

Share this post, so other can see it and take part! <3

But before, you scroll onto the prompts and their explanations, here's some important things!

Introduction

Well, who are we? Here's a brief introduction to us:

Clover: Hi! I'm @your-machiavellian-cousin-clover :) I got into Succession around March of this year, and it's never left me ever since. Well, I usually hang out in Tomgreg spaces, so if you've seen the "Everyone ships Tomgreg", "Matt Mac ships Tomgreg", or Richard Siken-ification of Tom Wambsgans, that's me *waves*

If you see colour purple in the doc, that's me speaking individually!

Elise: Hi folks! it's me! elise! who u probably know better as @feuillytheflorist and u might know me even better from my absurd au's (the tomgreg pirates? the tomgreg horror radio? those were me lol!) I'll be speaking in red.

Ground Rules

E: What it says below. Lets keep this a safe and inclusive space for everybody!

C: Well, as Elise put it the other day, "don't be an asshole, and don't be a creep." No incest ships. No Bigotry. I think that covers out bases. Also since this fest is open to all, please tag your trigger warnings (if applicable) and keep it sfw y'all!

Tag us and the blog so we can reblog y'all's work and tag it under #succ fest

And Finally, The Prompts!

1. Tis is the Season for anything!

C: Well, as it says on the label, this one's all about the season. But honestly, it doesn't have to Christmas. This time of the year is very festive to different group of people, so go for it!

E: Tis the season and all that, it's December, and all that goes with that-- gift giving, hot drinks, christmas trees, and, if it's your thing,,, angst!

2. Well, here’s the punchline

E: We do love and respect crack ships and crack aus. If you want to do something off the walls, wild, or downright silly, now's your time!

C: In this house we respect crack ships. Whether it be Glowstick Greg x Mr Tom Darcy, which you have a free reign to write about, or something extremely implausible. Go for it! Make us crackle and laugh at your works!

3. One Word Special: Hot Topic

C: Well, for reasons undisclosed, me and Elise both have a soft spot for Hot Topic, and well, Hot Topic Greg is our beloved. This is very open to be interpreted, so well, it could be a throwaway line, a setting or the main plot point.

E: Hot Topic, the love of my life. Greg and those silly red suspenders. Take this however you like!

4. Here On Broadway!

E: I know there's succession broadway stans out there, I know you listen to your favorite show and think about your favorite terrible roy. I want to think about them too!

C: Well, don't look at me here, I think Elise's ideas should help you out, much more than I can. I'm pretty much a Hamilton girlie and that's it, so yup! No advice here! Go check out Elise's showtunes Tomgreg playlist though. Might help ?

5. From The Poets

C: Now this here, this is my stuff. Show me the verses that make you think of your poor little meow meows, your besties, and your codings. Make web weavings, gifs, fancams with poetry recitations and your fics with poetry titles. Show me your Richard Siken, Ada Limón, Ginsberg, and everyone else, make me cry, scream and yearn.

E: I'm no Shakespeare, but make this as artsy as you like. What are poems, really, if not vessels for us to talk about fictional characters and the love we have for them.

6. Rarepair, Rarefic

E: Rarepairs need love too! We've all been there, done that. If you have a rarepair that has a place in your heart, share it with the world. Perhaps it won't be so rare anymore!

C: Well, I'm looking very intently at Stewy/Willa folks here, cause y'all, I've been binging your fics and they are good! Well, this prompt is simple, if your characters interacted in canon, how would their interaction go? Do you have words, pictures, or even vibes to offer? Well, show them to us!

7. Give Us A Soliloquy!

C: Well, get into the head of your favourite character, show me the world through their ideas, give me their musings and broodings, make me feel like as if I'm Jeremy Strong method acting by the end of all of this. (Okay, it's alright if it's not very intense, but you know, turn up the angst to a 100 if you want to)

E: Character analysis, Shakespearian monologue, and everything in between. I know this fandom has spectacular character analysis, and we wanna hear it! Focus on your fave (or your least favorite, no judgements) and tell us what they really feel.

8. Fast Forward

E: Down the road a bit... what's happening? Who's got kids? Who's divorced? Who's the CEO? Who's finally in jail for their crimes? It's up to you!

C: Well, what happens in a year or two, or a decade or so later? Do they sink or swim? Who lives? Who dies? Who tells their story? (I'm very sorry, but I'm putting in the only theatre references I know for Elise)

9. In-between The Scenes

C: Show us what you think gets left behind on the cutting floor of HBO. The in-betweens, the travel, the moments where the camera is not on our favourite messes, who are they then?

E: Missing scenes galore! What'd Tom and Greg do after their diner date? Where did Roman go after Kendall's birthday? The world-- all three seasons of it-- is your oyster.

10. Free Square On The Bingo

E: Wanna write something that doesn't fit? Got an art piece you want to share? Got a hyper specific playlist you need everyone to hear? Here's the place for it!

C: Well, if you don't like any of the prompts, and still wanna make something to take part, go ahead! This is your dance floor, show us the best moves!

11. Kiss, Kiss, Kiss

C: I am not above quoting the famous video by our queen, Justine Lupe, where she rightfully says, "Kiss, Kiss, Kiss!". Well, just this is here for you to experiment with!

E: What it says on the tin! Your favorite character getting a smooch! Mondale giving a kiss! Parents and children! Husbands and wives! Someone and their celebrity crush!

12. Back To The Past

E: Everybody loves a backstory-- but there's plenty of characters and relationships that have yet to be explored! Go ahead and speculate on some of 'em!

C: ✨Take Me Back To The Night We Met ✨Well, do we see Stewy meeting Kendall, Connor being a Dad to his siblings, Tom before he ever met Shiv? Do you wanna show us? Go ahead!

13. #Trending

C: Social Media AU. Tweets, Scandals, Tabloids, Notes, Reblogs, etc, etc. Need I say more?

E: Who doesn't love a social media au? I for one think there's a whole subreddit dedicated to the Roy family antics.

14. In Another Time, In Another Life

E: As you may have noticed... i love a historical au....maybe you do too?

C: Mhm, can we get some P&P aus? Or some obscure as heck history aus? Love those. I will give you a big hug <3

15. Through The Fortune Orb

C: Well, in contrast to the other prompt, we'd love to see you predict what would happen in S4? Tomgreg hooking up? (I am def projecting), Romangerri marriage, or something else? Free reign, bois.

E: Where's season four going? What goes on in the writer's room? You tell us?

16. What’s The Colour?

E: Everybody's got a favorite one. What's yours?

C: This one's for the visuals. Well, what's your favourite colour, hue, palette? Go crazy, tell me through your work!

17. The First

C: Pretty open-ended. This one's just for the firsts!

E: First kiss, first date, first fight-- first anything!

18. “Family”

E: Family is everything... or is it? Create a new one, or focus on a preexisting one!

C: I .. know .. uh .. Succession is not the best for tender family moments. But they have em there, and maybe you could create your own or just expound upon the ones already in the show?

19. Character Wrapped

C: Well, what's your Spotify mood? And put it towards your fav character / ship (Apparently mine was euphoric and wistful 🙄 I blame Elise for getting me hooked on her playlist and Taylor Swift)

E: Mine was spooky and affectionate! What was yours? And who does it fit?

20. Louder For The Ones In The Back

E: Background characters, my beloved, time for you to shine!

C: Who's always in the background? Show them some love! Write / Create some for the besties who don't get enough screen time <3

21. Time For A Feast!

C: Well, food shares a central position on Succession. Whether it explosive family feasts, sensual songbirds, or a quick bite under the night lights,, sometimes our faves deserves some good / terrible food.

E: They're always eating! Eggs! Pigeon! Wine! Diner food! Whatever you like!

22. I Think, Therefore I Write

E: Time to be pretentious. No judgements. It's my favorite thing. Are we destined to become our parents? What is the affect of forcing yourself to become someone you're not? Take this one how you like, and let's hear how smart I know you all are!

C: Get philosophical, get on Jeremy Strong's level, get pretentious. Problem of Evil? Contemplating Existence? Put your best philosophical foot forward!

23. Shake It Up!

C: Ever wanted to write even though you're an artist? Or vice versa? Well, here's your time to do so! Indulges in an art form you don't usually do so and try it out! Judgement free zone here!

E: Writers can draw! Drawers can write? Never drawn a fan art? Now's the time!

24. Give Us The Classics

E: We've all got a favorite! Only one bed, enemies to lovers, kidfic-- what's your favorite classic trope?

C: Well, what's the fanfic trope you'd die for?? This prompt is for that!

25. Switch, Swap!

C: Well, do you have a bestie in the fandom? Ever wanted to collaborate with someone, here's your chance to do so! Create fan art and maybe your friend can write a ficlet for it? Well, possibilities are limitless.

E: Pair up! Co-write a fic! Draw art for someone's work! Make a playlist together. Analyze someone over DM.

26. Take Your Fandom Somewhere

E: Coffee shop au? College roommates? Florist and tattoo parlor? With a thousand settings, what's your favorite place to be?

C: This is very largely inspired by "Take Your Fandom To Work", but feel free to take us anywhere you dearly cherish or hate.

26. The Witches, The Magic, And The Works

C: This is for all the fantasy nerds out there! Go nuts!

E: A little fantasy and supernatural prompt for those who dig more than just reality! Vampires, witches, warlocks, monsters, fae-- anything you like, you got it!

28. Fright Nights

E: Horror! Terror! Spooky scary skeletons! Give us a fright!

C: Well, need I say? Scare me.

29. And We’ll All Be Royals, It Runs In Our Blood

C: Give us your Hamlet Kendall Roy, your Princess of people, Tom Wambsgans, your monarchy Roys. Give us the head that is heavy with the crown.

E: Heir to the house of Roy? King Logan and Cordelia Kendall? Royal blood's a-flowing!

Thank you so much for participating! We are so thrilled with the response and we can't WAIT to see what you come up with. Remember to tag your works/art/playlist/posts/etc with #SUCC fest so we can reblog it here and share it with others! Have fun, and enjoy a space to show your love!

#Mwah Mwah love y'all #succ fest #tomgreg #tomshiv #romangerri #stendall #kenstew #Kendall roy #Connor Roy #Roman Roy #Shiv Roy #Tom Wambsgans #Greg Hirsch #willa ferreyra #Gerri Kellman #Succession #Succession HBO

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jesslockwood · 3 years

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Photo Opportunities

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Warnings: FLUFF with a slightly (barely) suggestive sentence towards the end

A/n: damn I can't write anything except actress reader? smh but this is for @londonspidey ‘s sit-com Writing challenge (ik I'm early lol) but I was so excited I wrote the whole thing in one go lmao the prompt is bolded!

Calling yourself a fan was an understatement. You were obsessed with anything and everything marvel. And oddly enough, you could after today say you were in the club. It wasn’t a public fact yet, until later that day actually, at the Marvel panel at comic con that you were being announced as the actress for the character, Felica Hardy and no one else knew except for the people who cast you and your best friend who signed an NDA. You were technically still a known actress for your roles on television mainly as Thalia on the PJO Disney + series and a couple of still decently sized films.

You were currently wrapping up signing autographs for fans of yours for today. Your team had planned it out so it wasn’t suspicious that you were at the con with a few of your castmates scattered doing other junkets and press so people wouldn’t guess who they were acting as the cast for new marvel projects.

You had been planning to go meet your best friend, who wasn’t in the industry before getting a text that she bought you both a photo-op with someone and she wouldn’t tell you who. You couldn’t only assume it was a marvel actor that you would indeed, freak out.

Y/b/n: btw I brought you a mask. I get the wig lol.

You: please tell me it doesn’t cover my full face. Also, how are we posing?

Y/b/n: I bought as many photo ops as I could so a lot of different ones, And if I tell you the poses it’ll spoil it.

You: is this with the money I pay you to be my assistant with? Lol fine I’m omw with security

Y/b/n: maybe…

Y/b/n: and they’ll need more backup security for who we’re getting a photo op with than you do for your hellfire.

You roll your eyes before taking your stuff and exiting the booth, before heading out the backways with staff security and your detailed security for the day. You only had security because you wanted to explore the con when you weren’t needed.

Your best friend had also been your assistant for the con weekend, but you didn’t want her to be confined to you the whole three days so when she could, you would let her explore it, at least she could experience it as a fan, right?

When you made it to that part of the building, you wanted to wait in line with her, which your security didn’t agree to so she texted you when there were about five people ahead of her. She was one of the last in line, with you asking her to be kind, so others would get their chance to be first with whomever it was.

When she texted you and your detailed exit, getting a few stares and others taking their phones out to either take photos or tweet, you wave at them before joining your best friend in line.

“Here,” she says before handing you none other than a black cat mask before she puts on a red wig.

You glare at her slightly trying to not make a scene, before putting it on.

“I’m assuming you're Mary Jane?” you laugh figuring out that it had to be someone from Spider-Man.

“How’d you- never mind.” She laughs with you.

She then explains how she’s going to pose for your five photo ops, joking in between how she should “get a raise for this”.

You catch sight of him before sucking in your breath. This was either going to go down amazingly or terribly, there was no in-between with you.

“Excuse Me, are you Y/n Y/l/n?”

You turn around and are met by some fans who were standing in line behind you.

“I am! How’s your con going?” you ask politely to the two of them.

“It's going amazing! We love you as Thalia! Could we maybe get a picture? Only if it’s okay?”

“Of course! Thank you for supporting me!” your best friend grabs their phone to take the photo, before you take off the mask, and stand between the two fans, and your best friend snaps a few photos.

“Thank you so much! And Are you fans of Tom?”

You start slowly walking back to catch up to the line.

“Yeah, I love him as Spiderman, but I also enjoy his other roles. He's very talented, I'd love to work with him one day!”

“Have you seen him in Uncharted? We love Him as Nathan drake!”

“I have, he was amazing per usual! How are you two posing with him?”

They show you their innovative pose. You laugh and tell them it's great before you have to wish them goodbye before heading up for your turn for the photo op.

“How do we want to pose- hang on, I recognize you!”

You freeze slightly before your friend mouths for you to flirt. You look down at the mask in your hand before getting into character and saying “Of course you do Spidey, I'm always causing you trouble.” you put on the mask and wink.

He seems slightly stunned, laughing, feeling like he’s seen you somewhere, not only because he found you extremely gorgeous, while in his peripheral vision he sees his brother/ assistant, Harry waving like a madman on the side.

Your friend directs you both through the poses, first, one both him putting “webs” onto you as she looks over his shoulder, the second one, both of you kissing his cheeks, the third, all jumping in the air in your best superhero poses, the fourth one she gets a photo op alone and the last one she gives to you,

“Seriously, who are you?”

“Your Wildest dreams, baby,” you say, taking off the mask.

Your best friend yells “freestyle” from the sidelines before Tom dips you, gently, with you shocked, holding the mask out with your free arm and the photo captures that moment.

He gently helps you stand back up fully, not before you drop the mask.

“Nice moves Spider-Man.”

“Not so bad yourself, Black Cat.”

You laugh before, taking off with your best friend, well more her dragging you to the printing station leaving the mask behind. Tom picks it up before shoving it in his back pocket to hopefully give back if he could find you.

`You were sitting in the green room, trending on Twitter before you were actually supposed to be trending on Twitter, and god knows where else.

Someone had snuck a video of you and Tom, up till him dipping you, and a video of you interacting with the fans in the line.

Your Y/b/n was currently reading off some tweets out loud

“‘A kind queen we stan.’ I agree, I also agree with ‘Date her if you can't date me tom!!!’.

‘THALIA AND PETER PARKER??? My two fandoms have collided.’ same, same. Oo this one says, ‘if she ain’t playing black cat I will sue marvel.’ I'm dying at the reply ‘She needs to post the photos or I'll sue her!’. This one’s funny, ‘she could squash him like a bug in heels but he liked his queen like that.’.”

She pauses watching you texting.

“Y/n? Y/n?”

“What? Sorry I was only half listening. I was texting my publicist. She said to stay on the DL until tonight.

“Well we should get food, you haven't eaten since this morning.”

“By the way, your show has shot to number one on Disney +. Also, you have like three times the followers you had before, probably cause you're trending on every platform, even Tumblr!”

“Wow you should just become my social media manager now.” you joke trying to ease the joy yet weirded out feeling in your stomach.

“Does that come with a raise? Because after today I've spent way too much of what I'm paid.” she jokes back.

After finishing his photo ops Tom asked Harry who she was and to find out. By the time he finished autographs for the day, Tom and Harry walked to the panel room in the back for announcements, one that included him for the new Avengers movie, while Harry gave him the rundown.

“So she’s an actress, she plays Thalia on Disney plus’ Percy Jackson series, and that's her most known project. The other girl with her is her assistant best friend, and now she's trending everywhere. People dug up some old photos of her being a marvel/Spider-Man fan, so there's that. And she's here at the con for the rest of the weekend. She's doing photo ops tomorrow at one, and yes she's single from what I gather since you were looking at her like this.” he makes a weird face before tom smacks him.

“And plus you have time in your schedule to get a photo op with her, that is if you eat lunch quickly.”

That gave Tom an idea.

“Harry I’m going to need you to book me one, oh and help me find a Spider-Man costume!” He says, before leaving harry to do ‘assistant’ work. entering the green room for the announcements, watching them announce a new movie.

“We are so excited to announce to the Marvel Universe, and spider-verse-” that perked tom’s ears, “-directed by Gina Prince-Bythewood, and today we are announcing our amazing Miss Felicia Hardy, please give a warm welcome to the stage, Your Black Cat!”

You suddenly emerged in an aisle way, dressed in all black with a leather jacket, black ankle boots, and of course black sunglasses indoors.

The music is marvel music until it suddenly changes after a recorded laugh from you into “I can’t be tamed by Miley Cyrus”.

You start owning the music while saying hi and touching fans’ hands. You decide to take off your sunglasses and throwing them to a fan, for them to keep, before getting on stage.

“What a Performance from the one the only Y/n Y/l/n!”

You laugh, being met with the loudest applause you had heard all con before being handed a Mic.

“Thank you but I'm a terrible dancer.” You Joke.

Tom was staring at the screen stunned. You had been the black cat all along. You were in the marvel universe and spidey one, so he'd definitely be seeing more of you. The hard part is that you seemed so genuine when you talked, interacted with fans and was no doubt, stunning.

“Better close your mouth or the flies will get in.” Tom turns around to find the voice of none other than his friend slash bully, Sebastian Stan, along with Anthony Mackie.

“Looks like the kid has a crush!” Anthony laughs, pointing to the screen you were on.

“I-I don’t! I don’t even know her!” Tom tries to come to his own defense, hopelessly.

“She’s got you whipped already don’t even deny it.” Harry comes in, joining the teasing of one, Tom Holland.

“Maybe we can invite her out for drinks tonight, then fanboy over here can meet her, and then probably scare her off!” Anthony mentions.

“You haven’t looked on the internet? They’ve already met.” Seb says, before showing Anthony twitter.

Anthony stands there slightly shocked before bursting into laughter.

“Well, she’s damn well a keeper for Tom since she obviously likes him.”

A staff member peaks their head in the green room to tell Tom he’s up next.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave you two!”

On the other hand, you were on an adrenaline high from being on stage, and seeing all the fans. You knew tomorrow was going to be crazy, as you expected people to book your photo op left and right since the announcement.

You had decided to decline an offer from your fellow marvel universe castmates, Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, which they so graciously told you that whenever you’re free, the offer still stood.

You had gotten to your hotel room seeing your phone blowing up on the social media apps for the second time that day.

You responded to the important stuff, before heading to bed, knowing it was going to be hectic.

You had been right, it was absolutely insane, the number of people who showed up. You had fully booked all your time slots for photo ops. You had seen so many people dressed up in marvel cosplay, ranging from Loki to Ironman, even some people dressed up as your character, which was wildly insane to see.

You had been nearing the end of the line and had enjoyed every moment with the fans, and you couldn’t wait for your autographing session later that day, to truly get a chance to talk to the fans and connect with them and how they felt about you being their beloved Black Cat.

After a few more photos, posing how they wanted, you see a fully dressed, head to toe, mask and all, Spider-Man. You had seen some spider-mans but most took off their masks to snap a picture. The person was the last in line.

“Hey Black Cat.” The southern American accented voice tells you, seeming very familiar.

“Hey, Spider, what poses do you have up your sleeve?” you ask kindly.

“I bought a few, Cat.” they laugh.

“Okay, You can do whatever a spider can right?” you pull out a line out of the comics jokingly.

“I can do flips if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Is that some kind of nerd pick-up line? Because it’s only kind of working.” you laugh.

“I really can, but this is one.”

He gets down on one knee, holding a black cat mask instead of a ring. The photographer captures the shocked expression on your face.

“I- Don’t- What- Spider I-”

“Ow My feelings…” Suddenly their voice changes into a British accent before they pull off the mask to reveal-

“Tom?”

“I guess you don’t have a spidey sense darling?” The photographer captures the moment without warning eating the moment up.

You laugh at that.

“I guess you found out my true identity Spider. And it’s nice to officially meet you, Tom.”

He laughs, just as nervous as you, he notices he has gotten closer to you and a strand of hair loosely is blowing in your face, so naturally, he pushes it behind your ear. Another snap of the camera can be heard.

“NOW KISS!” a voice belonging to your best friend yells from the side, mid-eating a churro.

You both laugh really hard at that.

The both of you calm down, slowly leaning lost in the moment. The camera snaps again. You both look at the photographer weirded out, and they just shrug.

“Wait can you actually do a flip?” you ask, pulling away, not wanting prying eyes aka the photographer, to pry in your business.

“I can, though I’d show you later, maybe in the greenroom?”

“That sounds naughty, but, sure.” you joke around.

He laughs before, you both take off from the area going to grab the photos.

After spending most of the day together when you could, you get Tom’s number, before heading back to your hotel room. He texts you as soon as you get back.

Spider: I had fun today, minus finding our assistants making out.

You: we should ‘snog’ too, it’ll gross them out ;)

You: I had fun too btw. Are you leaving tomorrow?

Spider: lol we should. And yeah an early flight, 6 am to be exact. Hbu?

You: Yeah me too... another day another dollar lol

Spider: ill miss you, Cat.

You: stop talking like we’ll never see each other again lol. As a matter of fact, come to my room, we’re watching a movie!

Spider: alright, I’ll order snacks.

You sigh smiling at your phone. You haven’t felt this giddy in a long time.

Your phone pings with a few Instagram notifications.

Tomholland2013 has started following you.

Tomholland2013 has tagged you in a photo.

You open Instagram to find the photo of him “proposing” to you posted.

“Ow, my leg, my- feelings...Welcome to the Universe, Cat.” the photo is captioned. You decide to post, the photo of him dipping you.

“So what do you say, Spider? Wanna help me pull off the Heist of the Heist of the Century?” you caption it, Before getting comfortable to watch a movie.

What an opportunity ;)

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cocomaxley · 5 years

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Kinky Cards - CGW Edition Part 2 - Rashad x Genevieve

This is a part of a TRR A/U called Cordonians Gone Wild, a collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @leelee10898 and yours truly. Catch up HERE.

Summary: Kinky Cards rides again, this time the CGW squad tries their hand again!

Kinky Cards Part 2 introduction post HERE

Rating: NSFW

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Genevieve was standing in her closet deciding on what to wear. Her phone chirped, she picked it up and saw a message from Rashad, I’ll be in back to back meetings all day. See you at dinner. Love you.

She had taken the day off of work and hoped they would be able to eat lunch together. Feeling slightly disappointed, she started responding to the text when she got an idea. “Seems like a good day to use Kinky Card number two…” She said to herself. She stripped off her bra and panties and walked to her dresser, picking out matching black lace bra, thong, garter belt, and thigh highs. She slipped on a pair of black heels and grabbed her tan knee length trench coat from a hanger.

After she threw on the jacket, Genevieve walked the familiar route to Rashad’s study. She knocked on the door and poked her head in. His face immediately broke out into a smile. He pushed the mute button on his desk phone and waved her in. “This is a lovely surprise. What are you up to?” Smiling mischievously, she sauntered over to him and sat on his lap, “Well I had the day off and was hoping we could spend some time together. So, I thought I’d join you for some of your meetings today. Quietly, of course.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t want to listen to these conference calls. I would never subject you to that,” he replied, kissing her cheek. “Rashad, it sounds like we have some follow ups that need to be completed before our next checkpoint call. I’ll have my assistant email the meeting minutes and we can touch base next week.” Genevieve recognized his business partner’s voice on the other end of the line. He unmuted the phone, “Sounds good, William. We’ll talk soon. Bye.” He disconnected the call shortly after.

She leaned down and softly kissed his lips, he immediately deepened it. The laptop on his desk started to ding, indicating another meeting was about to start. “I have about 5 minutes before I need to log onto this video call, Gen. I’m sorry.” With her still in his lap, he took one hand and moved the mouse on his computer. He was about to click the start button on the web conference when she slipped the card out of her pocket and placed it on the desk in front of him. His eyes widened with shock, “Oh sweetie, not today. I’m going to be live with Liam and other nobles.”

“That’s too bad, honey. I don’t think you have much choice.” She stood up and slowly unbuttoned the trench coat. Once he saw what she was wearing underneath, he swallowed hard and couldn't talk. She dropped the jacket on the floor, walked over to him and sat back down on his lap. In a seductive tone, she whispered in his ear, “Now, what was I saying? Oh that's right, your only job is to concentrate, my love. I'll do everything else.” She leaned down and kissed his neck, just below his ear. He closed his eyes completely lost in the feeling of her lips directly on the spot that drove him crazy. His phone and computer both rang and chimed, which fell on deaf ears.

“Shit, Gen. I have to get on this call.” She stood up facing him, bent down and kissed him hard, while palming his already hard cock through his pants. She knelt down between his legs, popped the button and lowered the zipper on his pants. He lifted his hips slightly from the chair allowing her to pull his pants and boxers down. “Don't worry, no one will know that I'm here.”

“This is a horrible idea,” he said making her giggle. He clicked the start button on the video chat link. The screen was full of nobles’ faces in individual boxes. Liam’s face right in the center of the screen. “Ah, Rashad, there you are. I was afraid you weren't going to make it,” Liam said. “I'm sorry, your majesty, I had an unscheduled meeting that required my, um, immediate attention.” Genevieve looked up from between his legs and smiled. She stroked his hard length with her hand before swirling her tongue around his tip. He cursed under his breath as she lowered her head, taking his long length into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, causing him to groan.

Liam started with a summary and agenda for the meeting. One of the topics for discussion was how to increase tourism, which Rashad was leading. He prayed that Liam would pick a different topic to kick off the meeting. Liam cleared his throat and started talking, “Let's start with the animal sanctuary, Lord Beaumont.”

“Oh thank you, Jesus,” Rashad whispered. “What was that, Rashad?” Liam inquired. “Nothing, I'm eager to what hear what Maxwell…” he closed his eyes, unable to complete his sentence as she moved her mouth from his shaft to his sack. Her hand continued to stroke his length, every once in a while increasing speed in her movements, bringing him close to the edge and then stopping.

As Liam continued, he noticed Rashad’s shallow breathing and flushed face. Liam addressed him, “Rashad, are you alright?” Rashad cleared his throat, his voice an octave higher than normal, "I'm fine, Liam. Could you repeat the, uh, the question?" Liam gave a curious look as he stared at the screen. He knew something was off, he just couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “I was saying that-“ Just then Rashad cleared his throat, his hand rubbing over his forehead as he looked down, and Liam quirked a brow. Then, it dawned on him and a smirk played across his lips as he tried stifling a laugh. “I was saying that we’ve got a lot to discuss in this meeting, so it may go longer than normal. Is that going to be an issue?”

“Oh shit that's good...no, I mean no. It won't be a prob-problem," he stammered as his voice cracked. Liam covered his mouth trying his best not to let the laugh that was building in his chest come out. “Good, I’m glad. I really need your input on these matters. So I need your full undivided attention. Now, Maxwell, please go ahead.”

Maxwell eagerly started talking, "Well, I'm very happy to announce that we've finally reached an agreement with our friends in China. Next week, we will be welcoming our brand new baby pandas over at the sanctuary." Liam replied, "That's great news, Maxwell! Are there any events you have planned that the crown can help with?"

Genevieve stopped pleasuring him and made eye contact. She whispered with a smile, “Baby pandas!” Maxwell looked at Rashad’s image on his computer monitor and saw him looking down towards his lap. Maxwell cocked his head at the screen and asked, "Uuuuh, Rashad? Freaking Pandas, bro. Are you even listening?!" Rashad looked up as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, "Uh right. Pandas. Awesome. Oh my god!” Genevieve had resumed licking his stiff cock, the sensation taking him by surprise. He managed to finish his thought, “Great job, Maxwell. Ohhh. Really good.” Maxwell stared at the screen confused.

Liam cleared his throat catching Maxwell’s attention. His head snapped back to Liam, "Events! Yes! My wife and I were planning a fundraising gala tomorrow night to help with the cost of the new habitat as well as the actual shipment of the cubs to Cordonia. The queen has graciously allowed us to hold the event in Valtoria so any support from the crown and council would be appreciated." Liam smirked, "I'm sure you'll have Domvallier's support as well, right Rashad?"

Rashad gripped the desk tightly with both hands, "Right. Absolutely. Next topic please." Maxwell chimed in, "Actually, Liam. If I may, I'd like to take this time to mention that the pandas are not only a big deal for the sanctuary, but they may also be able to help with our tourism boost initiative, right, Rashad?"

"Yes, Maxwell. That's correct. Please stop talking to me,” he replied trying his hardest to form coherent sentences. Maxwell’s face fell, looking hurt. Genevieve stopped again and glared at him. Shaking his head, Rashad said, “I'm sorry, Maxwell. I didn't mean that.” That earned a smile from him, “It’s alright, buddy. Don't worry.”

“The next topic I’d like to bring up is increasing tourism. Rashad, you have had some really good ideas about this in the past. So if you wouldn’t mind, can you share with the others and bring them up to speed.” Rashad looked towards the webcam, trying to keep his facial expression even. “Liam, perhaps Mr. Walker would like to go next,” he held his breath to keep from moaning. His right hand moved to the back of her head grasping a fist full of her long black hair. “He...he...fuu…he had an idea about charter fishing trips. Drake, for the love of god, go ahead.”

Drake’s face lit up, “Yeah, so charter fishing is a really great untapped resource. I mean, who doesn't love to fish, right? And did you know that the waters around Cordonia are so much cleaner than surrounding areas? The current seems to pull the polluted water away from our bays. Cleaner water means cleaner fish plus....”

Rashad let out a sigh of relief, enjoying his girlfriend’s mouth wrapped around his cock. All of a sudden, Liam interjected, “Excuse me, Drake. Rashad, you and Drake have both fished in Portavira before. Would you agree that Cordonia’s bays are pretty clean?” Rashad grumbled under his breath, "Yep. Sure are." Drake looked affronted as he replied, "Of course they are clean. I just said they're clean. Whoa...Rashad...buddy, you okay?"

Liam asked a follow up question directed at Rashad, “How much cleaner? Because Portavira is known for their crystal clear waters.” Drake started to respond, but Liam cut him off, “I'd like Rashad’s opinion please, Drake.” He couldn't hide the irritation in his voice, “Liam, I really think I am capable of speaking about the water clarity…” Hoping to divert the attention away from him, Rashad agreed, "Drake is the...he's the expert, Liam. Let him...oh...let him answer. Sweet Jesus."

“Rashad, seriously, you don't look so good. You look like your about to…” Drake stopped talking once he realized what was happening. Rashad tapped Genevieve’s shoulder hoping she'd slow down, but she ignored him and kept bobbing her head up and down. Liam argued, “Well I like having the opinions of people who aren’t experts, to see how well our experts do at passing along their knowledge.”

"They're pretty damn clear, Liam!" Rashad said, pounding his fist on the desk. Liam chuckled, “No need to get hostile, Rashad. Are you sure you’re feeling alright? You seem awfully....tense.” Rashad glared at him but nodded his head, "Mmhmm. I'm fine. Let's just keep this meeting moving. Please."

“Sure thing,” Liam snorted. Pam came into view behind Drake, “What's wrong with Rashad?” Rashad covered his beet red face with his hands. “Oh my God!” Pam gasped, her hand over her mouth. Rashad didn't think he could handle anymore teasing from both his girlfriend and friends. "Hey, I gotta drop off the call, Liam. I'll call you later and catch up...oohhhh.”

Liam looked at Rashad's image on his computer screen and coughed to cover up the laugh that escaped his throat, “Drake, it sounds like you have a good plan in place. Thank you. Rashad, we’re almost done. Just hang on for a little bit longer. Let's talk about your idea. I know how excited you are to present this to the group.”

Rashad tried his best to regain his composure, "Right. Ahem, one thing to consider would be...oh god...the, um, golf course on Cormery Isle. If..." Rashad bit the inside of his cheek and took a deep breath. Genevieve grasped his cock in her hand and pumped him as her tongue continued to stroke and lick his swollen tip. He tried his best to continue, "excuse me...if Lord Neville and his family could talk to the PGA and have an exhibitionnnn. Lord Neville, why don't you continue." He dropped his fist and it fell with a thump on top of the desk. His head fell forward when Genevieve let out a quiet moan which sent a vibration through him.

Liam tried to gather himself as he rubbed his hand over his mouth to hide his laugh. “Actually, Rashad. Since you’ve held these types of exhibitions before in Domvallier and have the experience needed to make it a success, I think that it would be better for you and Neville to do this one together. What do you say?”

"Yes! God, yes! Ooohhh..." He closed his eyes, and his head fell back as he found his release, spilling himself into her mouth. Genevieve swallowed everything and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up and smiled at him, holding back a giggle as the look on his face went from relaxed to sheer horror. The realization of what just happened dawned on him. He looked at the screen and saw Liam's grin grow bigger and bigger before he burst out laughing. “Hey, Gen! Hope you enjoyed the meeting,” Leo snorted. Genevieve covered her mouth, barely able to contain her laughter.

“Lord Rashad, make sure to get your golf shorts ready for the exhibition. It'll showcase your legs. Well, my Lords and Ladies, that's all I have for today. Let's follow up in a couple of weeks,” Liam said through his laughter before ending the video chat.

Rashad closed his laptop and pulled Genevieve up from underneath the desk. She stood in front of him, his hands gripping her waist. He chuckled as he said, “You enjoyed making me squirm way too much, Gen.” She leaned down and kissed him, “It seemed like you enjoyed yourself.”

He dialed a number on his desk phone and spoke to his assistant, “Please cancel the rest of my meetings for today. I have something urgent that needs to be addressed. It's going to take the rest of the afternoon to resolve it.” He hung up the phone and turned his attention back to her.

He stood up and pushed her back against the desk. He kicked of his shoes, his pants and boxers quickly followed. She removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders. Then she pulled his undershirt over his head adding it to the pile of clothing on the floor. “Turn around, sweetheart,” he commanded. He pushed the items on his desk out of her way as she turned her body and bent over his desk. She felt his hands caress her ass, before settling between her legs. His fingers stroked her through her lace thong. “You're so wet, Gen,” he said in a low tone before he pulled her thong down her legs. He kissed the backs of her thighs, his hands going back to her throbbing core. His fingers stroked her slit. “Oh, Rashad,” she moaned. His cock hardened and he pumped himself a few times before he teased her wet entrance. “Please, Rashad. I need you,” she whimpered. He thrust into her slowly, enjoying the feeling of her around him. He gripped her hips and set a steady pace plunging into her over and over again. Sensing she was close, he brought his hand around and traced tight circles around her sensitive nub. “Oh god! Don't stop!” She cried out. She quickly came undone as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Feeling her walls flutter and clench around him, he found his own release spilling inside her. He leaned over her and kissed her shoulders while trying to catch his breath.

Just then, his cell phone rang. He saw Liam's name flash across the screen and groaned, “Dammit, he's calling to give me shit.” He answered the call, “What can I do for you, Liam?” She could hear Liam laughing on the other end. “Do you even realize what you agreed to in that meeting?” Rashad's eyes went wide, “What fresh hell did I sign up for? You know damn well I wasn't paying attention.” This made Liam laugh even harder, “You agreed to help Neville set up a PGA exhibition at Cormery Isle.” Genevieve could no longer hold back and doubled over into a fit of giggles. He quirked his brow at her, “Oh you think this is funny? You have to come with me and play hostess alongside Neville's mother.” She immediately stopped laughing as her mouth fell open, which made Rashad chuckle. By then Liam had lost all control. He was laughing so hard that he dropped his phone and the call disconnected.

He turned to her, “Next time we pick the card together. All of the nobles think I'm either crazy or dying.” She laughed, “Oh I don't know. I like seeing my cool and calm boyfriend lose control.” She ran her hands up his chest, then wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him into a heated kiss. “Now I believe you said it would take all afternoon to ‘resolve’ this issue…” She pulled him by the arm towards the sofa.

#cordonians gone wild #cordoniansgonewild #cgw #liam x anitah #drake x pam #leo x alicia #maxwell x stephanie #rashad x genevieve #kinky cards #kinky cards cgw edition #the royal romance #trr au

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butwhyduh · 6 years

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Snow pt 2

Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: danger, maybe language.

Word count: 1831

Summary: part 2 of Snow. Peter Parker has to find Doc Ock and stop him from using the blood. For @petersshirts challenge.

Peter woke up suddenly. He sat up and the room spun. Sunlight streamed through the window blinds and Peter instantly knew he over slept. Doc Ock could have done anything with his blood by now.

You shuffled in your sleep and pressed your head into his chest. His heart constricted an how soft and vulnerable you looked. You trusted him completely and Peter never felt he deserved it. He hated to wake you but gently shook your shoulder.

"Peter," you said groggily. You rubbed your eyes. They felt heavy and swollen from crying. The night before finally connected and flooded your mind. You grabbed Peter tightly around the waist. Your heart pounded in fear.

"Its okay, baby. You're okay," Peter said softly. "I hate to do this, but I have to stop Doc Ock. Who knows what he could do with my blood?"

"Oh, okay. I understand," you said letting him go. Peter slowly stood and grabbed his Spider-Man outfit to pull it on. You turned as he shrugged off his sweats and put it on. Peter looked at his phone furiously.

"I don't know if it's good or bad that there's no news," he said running a hand through his hair. You could see his mind moving fast.

"I hope that's good news. Maybe Mr Stark can help you," you suggested standing up. Peter scowled.

"I can talk to him if I need to. I'm going to go back to the scene for clues. Are you okay? Do you need to stay with aunt May?" Peter asked knowing your family wasn't close by. You shook your head.

"Peter, be safe," you said holding his face. He smiled softly. "I'll be waiting."

"O-Okay," he said wrapping his arms around your waist. "I'll be fine." Peter kissed you softly. He pulled away and grabbed his mask.

"I'll be back later. Just- just be safe, okay?" Peter said climbing out the window. You heart pounded but you nodded.

Peter swung across the city. Thank God Mr Stark put a heater in the suit as snow frosted everything. It made it hard for the web's to stick and a few times Peter slipped and had to shoot another web to catch himself.

He arrived at the top of the building Doc Ock had held you. Other than a few pricks in the metal from his claws, it was hard to tell anything happened.

"Karen, analyze the scene," Peter said.

"Activating Dronie." The small bug flew around the roof scanning everything. "Blood is detected. Analyzing DNA. From Peter Parker. It is your blood, Peter."

"The blood spilled?" Peter asked softly. His whole body relaxed. How much blood? "Doc Ock has 4 extra arms and can't catch my throw."

"It is approximately 4 ml in volume."

"How much is in a blood vial?"

"10 ml in the standard blood vial."

"Crap. That's less than half. How much blood is needed to test?"

"Most tests take 1 to 2.5 ml. A standard vial of 10 ml can easily be taken for standard testing according to American Medical Association," Karen said.

"If he has all 6 ml not lost... he could do so many tests. I hate to do it, but I need Mr Stark's help. Call Tony Stark," Peter said resigned.

"Pete, I don't really have time for this. I'm a little busy planning a wedding," Tony answered.

"Its important. Its about Doc Ock."

"Meet me at the tower in 20."

Peter paced the entry of the first floor. He had gotten to the building in 6 minutes. He wanted to pull off the mask but was waiting until Tony got there and they went somewhere private.

"Okay, Spider-Man, let's go to my office," Tony said walking in. Peter followed him to the elevator. "So what has Octo done now?"

Peter pulled off his mask. "He threw a pole into a cafe I was at and when I was helping people out, he kidnapping my girlfriend. She's okay. I got her back. But Doc got some of my blood first. About 6 ml. And I don't know what to do."

"Uh okay. That's a lot. Did you check the scene? Traffic cams?"

"I didn't think of traffic cams," Peter admitted. Tony pulled up the footage on a screen. His eyebrows raised as he watched the scene in front of him. "You should have definitely called me earlier. She could have died. How is she?"

"She's scared. I've got to stop him before he gets her again," Peter confessed.

"I'm calling Happy to pick her up. We don't need to worry about any one but Octo right now," Tony said texting Happy Hogan.

The footage continued and Tony hopped throughout street cameras and atm cameras to follow the many limbed man. Finally they see him crawl through a window 5 stories up in an office building.

"I guess we found our guy," Tony said.

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You never expected to have Happy Hogan to be at your apartment. You only knew who he was from Peter talking all about Mr Stark and the tower. Even though Peter had super powers he never felt like an Avenger. He was just Peter.

Happy Hogan squinted as he looked at your door. He wasn't sure this was the right apartment. You quickly threw a hoodie on an answered the door.

"Hello?"

"Are you Y/n? Peter Parker's girlfriend?" Happy asked.

"I am."

"I'm supposed to take you to the tower for your safety. Peter was supposed to call you," he said. Your phone rang and you saw a text from Peter saying what Happy said.

"Okay, let me get my stuff," you said grabbing your backpack and coat. Finals were coming up soon.

"Another one with a backpack. I see why you date Spider-Boy. The car is over here," he motioned towards the left of the building.

You settled in the back of the limo. You didn't want to seem new to all if this but you couldn't help but look around at everything. Happy rolled up the blind separating the front from the back and the ride was silent. Until you were halfway to the tower.

You were jolted across the cab and the car spun until it stopped. You panted and looked out the window thinking it was a car accident. Happy called out from the front seat. "Are you okay, kid?"

"Y-yeah, what happened?" You asked sitting. The door to the back seat was ripped open and you shrieked in horror. Doc Ock climbed in the backseat as you crawled away. You pulled your taser from your backpack and zapped him on the chest.

His claws ripped at the seat and he roared in pain. "You little-"

He was ripped from the car. You gasped and looked to see Peter attempting to use his webs to hold Doc Ock down. "Not. A. Good. Way. To talk. To girls. Man."

Doc easily snipped the webs and grabbed Peter tightly around the waist. Peter tried to web to the building and use leverage to pull away but the webs didn't stick in the heavy snow. "Come on dude!"

You shrieked as Peter was drug up the building. His hands dug into the metal and he groaned as it tightened around him. Suddenly a white yellow light flashed across the claw holding Peter and Doc Ock shrieked and dropped him.

Peter shot webs at the buildings but they didn't stick as he plummeted towards the ground. Finally he hooked around a lamp post and only his legs scrapped the pavement. Peter groaned and slipped to the ground. You raced to him and pulled his mask off.

"In fine. I'm fine," Peter waved off.

Iron man was fighting Doc Ock. A piece came off his suit and wrapped around 2 of the claws and bound them close. Doc immediately used the other claws to try and hack at the device. Iron man released another device to wrap Doc Ock up. "Two for one sale today, Octo," Tony said.

Happy ran to you and Peter. "Are you okay?" He asked. Peter nodded and tried to stand up. "No way," Happy said holding Peter down.

"But Mr Stark needs-"

"No he doesn't," Happy said as iron man wrapped up Doc Ock. The police were arriving on scene.

You looked at his suit as Happy helped Peter to a Stark car that followed Tony. There were bloody cuts around Peter's ribs and he didn't want to put weight on his left leg. You climbed in the back seat with him. Out the window you could see iron man taking Doc Ock away.

"Where are they taking him?" Peter asked.

"A supermax enhanced persons prison. They'll probably see if they can remove the claws first," Happy answered.

Peter sat back in the seat as Happy drove towards the tower. Peter turned to you softly and wrapped his arms around your neck. You softly hugged him back avoiding his cuts.

"How did you know that Doc would attack?" You asked confused.

"Spidey sense went off and I was coming to your apartment when I saw him. I actually jumped out the window while talking to Mr Stark. He was wearing welding gear so it took him a minute to get here. What did you do to Doc before I grabbed him?" Peter asked.

"I tased him. I didn't expect it to work," you smiled.

"You... tased Doc Ock? ....Wow. You could have been killed," Peter said concerned.

"So could you," you said grabbing his face. Peter looked at you deeply and wrapped his hands around your. You leaned in and kissed him. His lips were cold from the weather. His hands slid to behind your head and into your hair. The kiss deeper before you heard a fake cough.

You had both forgotten about Happy driving. You broke apart and you hid your face in Peter's shoulder. Peter laughed nervously.

"Sorry, Happy."

"Yeah, yeah. Just wait until we're back at the tower and I don't gave to be a witness."

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"What about my blood?" Peter asked nervously when Tony Stark got back to the tower.

"It was in his lab. He was running tests on it. Luckily last year when they arrested him, they took all of his equipment. He acquired it back but had to settle for out of date stuff to not get noticed, probably. So thankfully it was pretty slow and he didn't get anything of any importance. Except your blood type," Tony smiled.

Peter visibly relaxed. "Oh great, Mr Stark."

"Why don't we talk about where you live. Why don't we move you and the girlfriend in the tower? It'll be a lot safer," Tony suggested.

"Oh,... I don't know... uh, I think we're okay. Nothing happened at the apartment. But thanks a lot," Peter said. Tony nodded. This wasn't the first time Peter had turned him down.

"Offer stands. I'll let you get home."

Peter nodded before grabbing your hand. "Thanks Mr Stark."

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