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kiss-me-muchoo · 7 months

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𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ In an earth from the 1600’s that still hunts witches, you and your friends are sent on a mission to catch an anomaly. When the villagers catch you and are about to burn you, Miguel has to go and save you. The act, will lead to you and Miguel having a heart-to-heart talk, solving your problems. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ witch!reader, implied short reader, legal age gap, violence, witchcraft, religion mentions, some horror, angst, fluff. 𝐀/𝐍_ I did something bad, that’s the song for this.

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Maybe you exaggerated the sparkles in your eyes.

The black eyeshadow with glitter on top was scandalous, and the red gloss on your lips only made it look more exaggerated.

But someone knocked on the door when you were about to wipe the gloss.

“Coming!” You let your guests know.

When you open the door, there are a lot of interesting sights.

Miles and Gwen are dressed as Frankenstein and his bride, Hobie is dressed as a zombie policeman, Pavitr is dressed as a pirate, and Baby Mayday is a fairy.

“OH- all of you look so cute and cool” you squeal, stealing Mayday from Pavitr’s arms.

“You are the prettiest fairy!” She coos and giggles, playing with the feathers on your cleavage. You were the black swan. Yes, from the movie, with pointe shoes alike shoes and all.

“You look so pretty!” Gwen flatters you, as you step aside from the door to let the group in.

“Thanks. So… uh-… Where’s Peter?” You ask once the door closes, and your adult friend is nowhere nearby.

“Jess. He was about to come but she took him to guide a briefing” Miles says, and you roll your eyes. Sometimes you hated how devoted Jess was. No wonder why Miguel trusted her a lot.

“Oh. That’s okay. We can start without him…” they all nod.

The plan was simple. Your friends decided to have a little gathering at your place. Halloween was around three weeks away. A night with spooky movies (Mayday friendly), pumpkin pie, ghost stories, and more sounded good.

'`We bought pumpkin cheesecake and cinnamon bread pudding’ Miles adds. Your mouth waters at the smell.

“You can place them in the kitchen. Thanks…"Soon Miles and Gwen are making nachos in your kitchen, Pavitr and Hobie are playing over what movie they should pick, and you are playing with Mayday on the carpet of the living room.

“Dude…y/n, can you tell Hobie that The Exorcist isn’t an option to see as a movie with Mayday here?” You laugh, stopping your little hide-and-seek game with the toddler to see the pair of boys.

“I have to agree with Pav. We can see a cartoon though?” Hobie huffs but nods smiling at Mayday trying to walk.

A sudden bang startles you, Pavitr, and the little kid. It came from the kitchen.

“SORRY” Gwen yells. You wonder what the hell they did.

“The olives can almost explode…” the blonde explains, poking through the kitchen door.

Casper is quickly the most-voted movie to see. When Dr. Harvey is giving an interview on TV and Casper watches it, Miles and Gwen appear with two giant nacho bowls.

They sure did an amazing job. At the bottom, tons of chips. Covered in loads of cheese, tomato, onions, beef, jalapeños, black olives, crema, and more cheese.

“I’m gonna need a diet after this…” you say, making them laugh.

“No worries, my aunt makes this fermented tea that will make you stay in shape with your usual exercise” Pav was that emotional friend you were so grateful to have.

“Really? Aww. Thanks, Pav” he nods, taking Mayday to snuggle with her.

The only sounds in the living room are Casper talking with his uncles, the crunch of the nachos, and some farts from Mayday.

An hour later, the movie is done. There are no nachos left, most of the bread pudding is gone and the rain has started. Oh, and Peter was still at the HQ dressed as a pirate.

“So as the little girl walked through the woods, soon she found a hanging man… the corpse was already rotten…” Hobie’s deep voice made his narrowing of a horror story more thrilling.

By that time, nobody had a costume, only pajamas. You hold Mayday tightly to your chest. She can’t understand the story at all, but she can tell it is about something spooky.

“She sat next to the corpse, and placed the flowers she had in his chest.”

“That’s so creepy,” Pavitr admitted, listening to Hobbie.

“The sun was almost gone, and the little girl had to go back home” As your punk friend continued with the story, Gwen, Miles, Pavitr, Mayday and you became sandwiched.

“She continued playing with the rotten fingers of the corpse. And suddenly… a branch cracked, startling her, but she remained still…” you gasped, feeling your heart beating faster.

Even the thunders seemed to have increased, adding more suspense and terror to your dismay.

“She slowly turned back to see.”

BANG!

“AHHHHHHHHH!” Everyone screamed. Even Hobie jumped to be in the safety of Pavitr’s arms.

Peter entered your living room through a portal.

“PETER B. PARKER, WHAT THE FUCK?” You yell at him.

“Don’t curse in front of my baby…” it’s the first thing he says, swiping some stuff from his gizmo.

“Where’s your costume?” Miles asks, making everyone realize the older man is in his suit… No pirate costume.

“Sorry, Miles. Actually, I’m here to ruin the party” Everyone looks at each other. You worry something wrong happened back at the HQ.

“Miguel wants us to go on a mission… Now” the complaints start. Including you.

After almost a year of being part of the Spider Society. You barely talked with Miguel O’Hara. To be honest, you actually thought he disapproved of you. The only reason why he accepted you was for the pressure of having Miles and everyone on his side after the events with The Spot.

“Bruv… Are you for real?” Hobie asks, sounding pissed. Even Mayday seems to frown in your arms.

“I know! I wanted to have some pictures with Mayday for her scrapbook” You swear Peter was about to cry out of complaining.

At the same time, the hologram of Miguel popped, immediately rolled his eyes at the sight of Peter being dramatic.

“Enough of that. We’re losing time and all of you are still dressed like clowns…” you frown.

Sometimes Miguel was so annoying. So, you tested him by disobeying him from time to time. Just because you felt some resentment towards him because he always seemed to dislike you.

“We’re dealing with a violent and big Green Goblin attacking Earth 36363. The time course is in the mid-1600s, so we have to act in disguise. There’s a village that is dealing with some witch trials, and the canon will be disturbed if they find out about the Goblin” everyone hears as they activate their suits.

You, on the other hand, grew worried. Folkloric lands sounded scary. And you knew witch trials weren’t only a show of the villagers to send innocent people to stake. Witches existed, and the old ones were the worst.

“Uh… Miguel? I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go…” you admit shyly, placing Mayday on your couch.

The man, in hologram form, finally turned to look at you. He must’ve been paying attention to your exaggerated makeup and crown.

“Do us a favor and do what you’re supposed to do, please.” you accept he’s looking deeply at you. Which makes you hesitate whether you are growing mad or nervous.

“Why are you so mean to me all the time?”

“I’m not mean. But you are the newest here and the laziest. As your mentor I-“

“Jessica is my mentor.” You interrupt him. Everyone grows quiet, and the tension is evident.

Miguel’s dark eyes seem to get even darker, probably his talons are out. But you don’t care.

“I’m not repeating myself, y/n. So, unless you want your gizmo gone, you’re gonna go to that earth and beat whatever is there besides the goblin.”

“If anything happens. I’m gonna blame you…” Hobie is smiling. He took a preference for you since you weren’t afraid to face Miguel when he tried to impose. And he recalls accepting to rejoin the society because you befriended him.

“Uh-huh…” Miguel shrugs, spitting sarcasm. And it makes your blood boil.

Gwen places a hand on your shoulder, and her eyes tell you to relax. So, you smile at her, accepting you’re obeying Miguel once again, and battling against the nervous feeling setting in your stomach.

“Okay. So… we’re out in a minute” Peter calls, placing his kid in his chest.

“Good. I’m monitoring with Jess…” and with that, Miguel’s hologram vanished. You roll your eyes.

“Asshole. Why doesn’t he go with Jess? He knew it was our free day” Pav, Miles and Hobie nod at your words.

“You said it. Miguel has changed but…” Peter started.

“Peter, he’s still an asshole. Especially with y/n” the blonde girl speaks, and you can’t help but feel slightly emotional. You were good… Why did he dislike you so much?

“He would be better if I was gone. He dislikes me for not being a spider. And probably he recruited me only because of your trust, especially Miles’s. After what happened…” the boy patted your shoulder.

“Hey, screw what Miguel thinks. You’re special… you’re one of us” his words cheer you up, so you smile brightly.

“Oh- I love you all so much…” Their giggles set you in a better mood. Even with the nervousness and dissolving anger.

With a brush of your hand, your usual suit appears, and you join the little circle to wait for Peter to open the portal.

“So… y/n, it’s gonna be fine, we’re sticking together no matter what. Okay, earth 36363, here we go…” you breathe, and once the portal is open, everyone starts walking in.

…

When you’re on the other side of the portal, the first thing you notice is that the sun is nearly gone. It’s a giant landscape of woods. With tall trees, lots of nature, and a river that can be heard but not seen.

“Everyone here?” Miles asks, counting you and the other to confirm to Peter. It was a protocol that when large groups assisted in missions, they had to ensure everyone landed and exited the visited earth safely.

“Yep, four teens, a young woman, an old man, and a stinky baby” Gwen calls, Mayday in her arms.

“Oh no, Mayday. Again?” Peter had been dealing with a stomach-sensitive Mayday, so he had to carry diapers everywhere.

“Here’s your daughter” everyone laughs, including the little girl.

And as Peter changed Mayday, everyone wandered around, searching for clues to the anomaly.

“Miguel said the goblin was hidden in the forest” the man reveals from a giant rock, where Mayday was laying. And certainly, she looked like a gift for a ritual, which unsettled you.

“Look… a baby rabbit” Pavitr cooed. You followed his eyes, landing on the grass trail in front of you.

Indeed, there was a baby rabbit, dark brown looking directly at your friends and you. That wasn’t a normal rabbit.

It was a woman, transformed into a rabbit.

You can’t be nervous. And you use Miguel and his words. you’re gonna go to that earth and beat whatever is there besides the goblin. Your eyes deepen as you look at the rabbit. Like protecting your friends and saying to that witch; back off bitch, these are my friends.

“That’s not a rabbit, Pav. It’s a witch…” you admit once the rabbit starts running into the woods. At the same time, all of your friends look at you confused.

“She was spying on us?” Hobie asks.

“Likely. Which makes me uncomfortable because What if she tells her coven and they attack us?” Peter finally is over with Mayday and soothes you.

“We’re here too. Besides, Aren't you a witch too?” He asks calmly.

“Yeah, but this kind of witches works with dark magic. They don’t fight, they don’t have to. Using dark magic makes them… powerful” you admit.

“And what do you use?” Miles asks.

“My instinct. I’m not ruled by any magic. Just me…”

“That’s enough for us, y/n. Don’t worry” Pavitr joins to soothe you.

It’s officially dark. The woods seem creepier, and every sound makes you uneasy. Your magical sparkles are the only light on the way.

Peter and you are going to the front. With the teens behind. Mayday is asleep. And there’s no sign of the Green Goblin.

Out of nowhere. You start hearing a woman sing in the distance. It wasn’t an actual song, it was just a humming, which made everything scarier.

“Are you hearing that?” You ask once the humming is even clearer.

“Hear what, y/n?” You won’t panic. But it’s getting harder.

“A woman, humming…”

“I can’t hear anything,” Hobie admits.

“They must know I’m here. Usually, they get rid of witches outside of their coven” you add, capturing everyone’s attention.

“How do you know?”

“In the 1600s, that’s how it worked. But I just know it, I felt a connection with the rabbit. But it felt wrong. So, what I’m hearing must be a warning or a way to distract me” You can’t help but curse Miguel. It was all his fault. And the worst part hadn’t started.

A high-pitched laugh was heard, startling everyone.

“Now I heard that,” Pav admits.

“That’s the goblin, we’re getting closer…” Maybe Peter wasn’t afraid of many things, but he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable on that earth. It had a sad and dark atmosphere. And before you, he didn’t believe in witches. But now…

The moment was stroked by some explosions. It sends everyone flying away. But all of your friends had spider senses, which made them slightly aware of what was coming.

You land in the grass, with dry branches pinching you in the arms. There’s a pitch in your ears that makes you so lost. And just as your eyes focus around, you see Miles and Hobie attacking the Green Goblin.

“We have to go, y/n” Pavitr and Peter scream, but you hear them so distantly.

You nod, and however you can, you start chasing the goblin with your friends.

This goblin is ugly and on the verge of being scary. His green wrinkled skin and red eyes look horrible in the dark. His flying board and orange bombs make him look like an actual Halloween villain.

“Block him, y/n” Gwen yells as she balances and swings through the tall trees.

You suddenly remember you can levítate and you have to end the anomaly. So, you do, you float and leave your friends behind. And as you chase the goblin, you hope to throw him away with your magic.

“Keep in line” Peter advises the spiders. The chase is longer than expected. And while you’re not tired, you’re growing impatient. Until you are fast enough to end up landing on the goblin’s flying board.

His claws threaten your face, but you are able to sneak behind him and throw him.

With your magic, you give him a giant punch in his face.

“WE GOT HIM!” Hobie yells. But as soon as you are about to handcuff him, the goblin throws another explosion.

And this time, you’re not knocked.

…

You know you’re conscious, but there’s only darkness. You don’t dare to run because you have a bad omen.

It was a spell. The witches wanted you down.

Not even the sounds of the woods seem to help. But you make an effort to calm yourself and breathe slowly. You really cursed these witches; you had tried hypnosis once and it was so exhausting. And these women hadn’t even shown their faces but were making you so uncomfortable and in panic.

And that’s when you finally see something, a goat. It’s grey, with deep eyes that look at you with so much curiosity. In folklore, the devil usually was a sheep. You really hate being there. Earth 36363 is cursed, you affirm.

The goat starts moving towards you, and as much as you are calmed, you are scared. So you move back, and there must’ve been a branch, cause you fell backwards. And the hypnosis was gone at all. You can see some of the woods, although it’s extremely dark to see clearly.

You push yourself upwards by the elbows, hoping to see the damn witches. You hear a distant laugh, it’s not like the one you heard from the Goblin. It’s a female voice. The dark silhouettes of women in a dress around you make you finally attack.

“Y/N!” You hear Miles screaming at you. That’s enough to end up confused as hell. The woods are clearer, and you are fighting beside your friends.

“What the fuck happened?” You yell. The boy and Hobie make some time to talk to you.

“We’re fighting the Goblin. What do you mean?” You wonder if you had been physically fighting the goblin but mentally you were fighting with a witch.

“I- don’t know” Peter, Pavitr, and Gwen are higher, away from you.

Making a new bomb of the goblin to send you Hobie and Miles even further away. This time, you know you have to be faster. So, you create a shield for you and your friends. Even when you end up on the ground, nobody is hurt.

“WITCH! AYE, A WITCH!” You frowned, and once you and your friends turned back, you were met with a large crowd of people with torches.

“Bloody hell…” Hobie curses. You learn that there were no more woods behind you, it was the entrance of a village.

“GET THAT WITCH!” And before you can even stand, two men are holding you, dragging ypu towards the crowd.

“NO. Y/N!” Pavitr and Hobie try to attack the villagers, but you are mentally immobilizing them.

“GO BACK WITH THE OTHERS AND TAKE DOWN THE GOBLIN. I’LL FIGURE THIS OUT. GO!” You yell desperately as the villagers celebrate and cheer because they got you.

“Oh, boy…” Pavitr worries, but they start going back with the others.

“Call Miguel…” Hobie suggests. And both know it’s the right thing to do.

…

Miguel gave one last bite to his beef and vegetable empanada. He savored the flavor of the broth and wanted to lick his fingers, but he resisted the urge. Instead, he wiped his mouth and returned to his office.

The sound of emergency made him pace faster, and he was confused when Jess was nowhere to be found, nor Lyla.

“Lyla!” He called her, but there was no answer. So, he ran to his desk and the screens.

Emergency call from Gwen’s gizmo.

Miguel sighed; he could already hear the complaints. Always calling for reinforcements when there was no necessity.

“MIGUEL!” Gwen sounded worried, and Peter could be heard fighting with the goblin.

“THIS PLACE IS CURSED. THE GOBLIN IS VERY STRONG. AND Y/N WAS TAKEN BY THE VILLAGERS” Miguel’s eyes widened. He thought it wouldn’t be as bad as it sounded.

“What?” He asked trying to sound calm, but he was feeling regretful already. As he remembered your words and how unsure you were of going.

“We need reinforcements. There are witches, they’re doing everything to finish y/n. You have to go and save her. The villagers will burn her.” Miguel couldn’t help but feel anxious as he listened to the teen.

It had been a long time since he went into panic mode for someone.

“Calm down. I’m coming with help. Send the exact coordinates” With that, he finished the connection.

Jess and Lyla appeared, talking like nothing.

“Where were you two?” Jess shrugs, looking at the wide man annoyed.

“Helping Lyla and Margo. What happened?”

“The mission is going bad. They can’t contain the anomaly and y/n was taken by villagers who saw her using her abilities” he explained, activating his mask and leaving the office in a hurry.

“I’ll send help myself too. Where are you going?” Jess replies.

“I already sent help. I'm going to save y/n.” The woman and the AI looked at the man until he disappeared through a portal.

“Save y/n? I thought he disliked her” Lyla giggles.

“Are you kidding? Y/n is Miguel’s crush. He’s in denial about his feelings for her.” Her jaw dropped at Lyla’s words.

“I wasn’t ready for that punch” Lyla rolled her eyes, finally leaving with the woman to help.

…

Escape? The villagers would hunt you and that would take more weight on your friends already fighting the goblin.

Leave to the HQ? You couldn’t leave your friends behind. Plus, you won’t give Miguel the satisfaction.

It’s a hard decision to make when the villagers are tightening your feet and arms. The curse you and some men spit. You want to attack them, but that would also go against your morals. Their ignorance wasn’t a reason to kill or attack them.

The reverend of the town is a young man, corrupted by power and corruption. He has the torch that would kill you.

“May thy town abolish the dark magic of this witch today. No more witches!” He yells lifting the torch. And you finally panic.

There’s anger, anxiety, and desperation as the reverend speaks. The coven of witches surrounding the town had to be very powerful and ancient. How they easily tricked you and made you feel scared. Soon, you fall and get captured.

But as much as you want to fight, these people are not the correct target.

“Last words? filthy witch.” The Reverend asks you, pointing the torch at you.

You sigh, thinking what your last words in case you didn’t make it and died. There are a lot of questions and doubts, but you opt to look at the dark sky.

Even the stars seem weird on the earth. Green stars and burned violet sky. And Spiderman-2099 with his bright red webs coming from the ceiling of a house.

“MIGUEL?” Your eyes widen, and somehow you can’t believe you’re seeing the man there. The reverend turns around to encounter the tall spider. Pointing at him in horror.

“DEMON! THE WITCH BROUGHT A DEMON!” At that point, you only roll your eyes.

“Jesus, I can’t stand these people” But you ignore when the reverend dropped the torch, setting the fire on your feet.

“Fuck…” you had to gasp. But luckily, Miguel landed on the little wooden stage set for you.

You can feel his eyes on you, even with his mask on. However, his regret is even more evident.

The villagers run and everything is chaos. Only the reverend and some random men stayed.

And with what probably was one of the first rifles in America, one of the men pointed at Miguel’s back.

‘Miguel. Watch out!” He listened and skillfully avoided the bullet. Then turned again to set you free.

“I’ll be fast,” he said. And with that, his talons ripped the tight in your hands. Which confirmed how sharp they were.

“Thanks.” Apparently, the reverend was losing patience, so he took the rifle and pointed it at Miguel again, but he failed again.

And the fire touched your feet, burning your soft skin as Miguel set you free.

Your scream caught everyone off guard. You fell to your knees, and the look you sent to the reverend and his men was enough to tell them you were totally pissed.

The anger flooded your body, and an expansive wave of your magic pushed everything away. Including some of the houses and trees surrounding the village.

“It’s time to go, kid,” Miguel said. But once he saw you couldn’t stand, he took you in his arms.

Even if you hate it, you end up crying because of the pain.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’m here, it’s over now.”

As Miguel took you in his arms, you realized something. It wasn’t only the physical pain. It was the whole trauma of being on that haunted earth.

…

“I wonder if this whole earth is cursed.” You think loudly looking at the stars once again.

“I doubt it. Okay, no. I’m not sure at all” Miguel admits.

He could have been faster with his webs, but he preferred to walk by the fields of chamomile to have you closer for a longer time.

Of course, he couldn’t dare to admit it.

“So…you think you were simultaneously fighting the goblin and the witches?” You nod, playing with your fingers.

“I guess so. It was so weird and scary. This kind of magic is dark, they use cruel things to scare you away.”

“What kind of magic do you use?” You are surprised, as this is the first time you have been talking with Miguel for real.

“I like to believe I don’t use anything. But I know it is chaos magic.”

“Powerful…” he admits.

“But also, dangerous. That’s why I regret…uh-” You suddenly quiet down, forgetting it’s Miguel O’Hara who you’re talking to.

“You don’t have to tell me…” he would never push you to anything. He barely knew you, even with all the confusing feelings.

“No, it’s okay. I-, discovered my abilities when I was an early teenager. I had two brothers, a baby, and a kid. My babies…” As Miguel carries you through the darkness, he sighs quietly, already sensing where your story is going.

“And I don’t what I did, I would never hurt them… It just happened. I disappeared them. They were gone…” your voice shatters slightly.

“My parents hate me. I haven’t seen him since then. I’m alone and I just- I just loved them so much. That it breaks my soul that I unintentionally killed them” the man stops. He places you so gently on a rock near the end of the fields.

After that, he kneels in front of you.

You know you shouldn’t have over-shared. But you don’t know what possessed you to spill everything with Miguel.

His masks disappear. And you can’t describe what kind of look he’s giving you. So, you avoid it.

“Look at me, y/n” his hands grab your chin, and slowly you rejoin to meet his eyes.

“I know how it feels. You know why” Of course you knew. Peter told you the details, but everyone knew. How he lost his daughter and how he blamed and that’s why he had changed so much.

“Even if you feel like that guilt will never stop chasing you. You have to keep going. For them…” you want to cry again so badly, but you refuse. Even your pulsating burned feet seem to hurt less.

“Why do I feel you tell me exactly what you refuse to do?” He can’t help but chuckle.

“Because you’re right…”

“No, Miguel. You’re so young and bright. You have to go out, meet new people, and be happy…” Nobody had said to him something like that in a long time.

“I’m not the most social person” This time you chuckle.

“Oh c’mmon, there must be someone you could hang out with.” He keeps quiet. Even when he's on his knees, you barely face him.

“What about Anya? Betty? Peter J?” You suggest to him some spider mates.

“What about you?” His question shocks you.

“Me?” You blush and thank the moon of the earth for not being too bright that night.

“Forget it. Sorry…” he replies, you know he’s embarrassed. So, you stop him from standing up.

“No, wait, Miguel. I would hang out with you. It’s just I never thought I was even contemplated as an option” he nods.

Just like he didn’t know why he was so careful and decided to talk about his trauma with you, he dint know what had possessed him to ask you out. Probably the witches, he thought.

“Well, you were the first option, actually.”

Both of you smile, and both of you know it. Slowly, he got closer, than you. And finally, inches away from each other face, waiting for a first kiss to happen.

“Are we interrupting?” Hobie’s voice makes you and Miguel turn. His mask comes on again, and he takes you in his arms again. Oh, you want to die out of embarrassment.

Miles and Gwen behind him seemed shocked.

“Did Pavitr and Peter take care of the anomaly?” The trio nods.

“Good. Gwen, open the portal, please” she does, and in seconds, you’re back home.

…

This time, you’re in a long grey tube skirt and black sweater, with a witch hat.

“Coming” again, Peter was late for the gathering. Even Jess, Margo, and Ben were in your place that night.

“Look who I brought…” Peter said smiling once you opened the door. Behind him, Miguel was also there. Your face blushes immediately.

Peter has gone inside your house to greet the others. But you stay on the porch with the taller man.

“You came.” Miguel nods scratching the back of his neck, probably embarrassed too.

“Peter insisted.” This time you nod.

“How’s your feet?”

“Better. I Can walk now…” you share, smiling.

Since the night on Earth 36363, since your almost kiss with Miguel and your almost day of death, you hadn’t seen him. It’s only been three days, but the awkwardness had settled.

“So…Did you mean everything you said the other night?” You ask, opting to break the ice.

“I did” he confirms to your surprise. Well, not surprised at all because you know he's a man of word.

“Te ves bien bonita” Miguel O’Hara saying you look pretty in random clothes and a witch hat at a Halloween gathering was so hard to believe.

“I- Thanks” he’s smiling. During the past three days, he slowly came to accept he had some feelings for you.

“Girl… Make a move already” Gwen yelled poking through the door with Margo. You turn to smile at them.

“Kiss him!” Miles screams from inside the place, with Mayday babbling too.

Miguel chuckles, finding the moment very silly. Especially because he knew you were embarrassed.

With your magic, you closed the door and turned to see Miguel again.

“Do you want to kiss me?” You ask him, shyly.

He rolls his eyes and leans to meet you in a kiss.

From inside the house, through the window, of course, everyone is looking at you and Miguel.

You can’t believe what’s happening. You haven’t even thought about the meaning of Miguel kissing you. You never thought about him in other way than just being your boss. But now, you like the butterflies he’s making you feel.

He has to almost kneel to meet your face and keep kissing you. And you find your way to hug his neck, making your witch hat fall.

“Even their outfits match” Peter points out. You had a black sweater, and Miguel had a grey one. You had a grey skirt, and Miguel had black pants.

“This is so weird…” Jess can’t believe it.

“Yes.” Everyone agrees.

Meanwhile, you were still kissing the man. You could easily end up falling in love with him.

…

Part two is coming.

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months

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What makes you know hobie is 18 or above? And not the in the same age range as miles and gwen

Honestly, great question. And the answer is:

I Don't Know Jack Shit. So jot that down.

Additionally, anyone telling you they DO know Jack Shit is a liar. Jot that down too.

[I may go a little Miguel Mode at the end of you know what I mean]

I personally operate under the headcanon that Hobie is over 18.

Why? He says he goes to pubs. You need to be over 18 to do that. The End.

You can headcanon that he has a fake id or simply finds himself in pubs while underage - and that's completely valid. Go ahead. You can headcanon he has a mfing tail. I can't stop you and we haven't seen his ass so maybe he do, who knows.

But my headcanon is just that. And to me - until Hobie's age is clearly displayed and mentioned on screen, then it'll always be a headcanon.

No matter what age you headcanon him as - if you think you KNOW his age, you're probably wrong. And I mean that.

The ATSV describes him as a 'slightly older boy'. Case closed, right? He's a minor then.

Nah, three lines later they say he's MUCH older than Miles....literally contradicting themselves within the same paragraph.

[And the funny thing is - I've seen the artbook used as evidence in the argument multiple times. Even though it literally contradicts itself. And every single time I'm like 'bruh did you even read the full page come on now'.]

Case in point, if you think you KNOW Hobie's age when 1) it's not stated on screen and 2) even the official external material gives conflicting information - you're just wrong. You can't know a theoretical number. And you can't be wrong about a theoretical number.

It's Schrodinger's age.

Example: A character is shown to be in High School. They live in New Jersey where the driving age is 16. If a fanfic writer has the character say "I can't do that, I can't drive yet.", is the fanfic writer canonically wrong? No. Because the character could reasonably be above OR below the driving age, either 14-18. Even if the director mentions the character having a sweet-16 that is never mentioned in the show, it's not screen-canon and the average viewer will not know the character is definitely over 16. Therefore they can reasonable be 15.

"But the director said-"

Don't care. Not weighted canon unless stated on-screen.

Maybe this is a controversial opinion. But if it's not on screen, I can't say it's canon.

Sure, the director may have said in an outside interview that Hobie's conceptually 19-20 -

But a normal person who goes to see the movie, and comes home to write fanfiction isn't going to know what.

They shouldn't have to dig through all conceptual and external content of a specific character in order to be deemed 'acceptable' and knowledgeable enough to write about them.

A person who watches the movie and writes solely based off of what the movie says about Hobie shouldn't be harassed or told they're wrong because they didn't listen to a podcast of a director who's name they don't even know.

There's no pass that says 'Okay you've done enough research about Hobie to write about him, congrats-'

If it's not in the movie, show, book, etc - a fan should not be required to seek out that information to be caught up to speed. External information is supplemental, not a part of the hole.

Also-

If it's not in the movie - It DOESN'T MATTER.

ATSV is a very well written movie. Every line is used for the purpose of telling the story. Especially Hobie's.

They didn't tell us Hobie's age because it didn't matter to the story. And it shouldn't matter to you.

If the writers didn't care enough to take time out to clarify his age, then it makes no sense to spend take arguing about it.

They obviously don't find it important. Because it isn't. It doesn't matter to the story at all.

Hobie's age doesn't matter to the 'love triangle'. Although the film is narrated by Gwen, we largely see it from Miles' point of view. And the 'love triangle' only exists when Mile has no concept of who Hobie is.

Miles doesn't know Hobie. So him questioning a love triangle happens regardless of whether Hobie is an adult or not. Miles doesn't know, neither do we.

The 'Hobie' in the 'love triangle' is an empty-shell of the mystery of who Hobie COULD be. The moment Hobie takes off the mask and we're revealed to the real him - the illusion of who he could've been is shattered for both us and Miles.

Because his age isn't stated, it has no bearing on Miles' perception of him. Miles don't know shit. Neither do we.

Also you people should be fucking grateful GODDAMN WTF

If you deadass beef about this you one ungrateful mfer i swear. Take offense. All offense.

We have a black, attractive, educated, useful, respected character in an animated movie that's available for ANY SHIP with ANY character and what do you people do??? - you argue.

Why? Explain to me why.

You should be happy it's up to interpretation and not definitely stated that you were wrong. At any time the creators could just put it in the next movie and make you look stupid.

You could be out there enjoying any ship of your choosing; with any character you enjoy him with - regardless of age. But no, instead of enjoying the ship that's available to you, you antagonize others.

Sit there and eat your mfing salad you INGRATE

Be grateful we have a character with such free range of shipping. A character that's un-aged and doesn't have a specific gender preference. BE THANKFUL.

You like Gwen x Hobie. Great. You argue with people and harass people who think Hobie's an adult??? - What if Hobie deadass looked in the camera next movie and said "I'm 19 also I'm gay." You'd look dumb as hell.

But they didn't do that. They left it unstated for you to go and enjoy your Hobie x Gwen or Hobie x Miguel or Hobie x whoever the hell.

I'm thankful everyday they didn't say his age because I don't make OCs that go to high school because I'm 24 and hate high school. And guess what, I can do that.

Him and Diane can just hang out on the houseboat all day cause they're grown ass adults with no place to be. Isn't that swell?

Stop playing with me and enjoy the goddamn shipping buffet. Christ almighty

All in all - I don't know shit. You don't know shit. And it's okay to not know shit.

NO UM-AKSCHULLY

Get comfortable with saying "I'm not the authority on this." or better yet "I don't know shit about nothing."

I love him to death, but I am not the authority on Hobie Brown.

For me - I know he said he goes to pubs and I know I wanted to ship him with Diane. Personality wise, Diane is 19. So Hobie is 19.

But I don't know anything about his age. No one does.

I'm just cute and like to share headcanons. Hobie Brown as of right now doesn't have an age. And that's fine. Cause he ain't real.

If you made it this far ummmmmm Here he is. I'm giving you this photo under the condition that you'll act right and enjoy him in a ship of your choosing if you'd like to do that.

Now lets sit here, and eat this ship salad.

[me making sure ur enjoying ur shipping salad]

Bye.

#I said what I had to say #Argue with the wall Im sure someone will #hobie brown #spiderpunk #spider punk #atsv #spider-man #spider man #spiderman #across the spiderverse #marvel #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #atsv analysis #across the spider verse #spiderverse

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tmagp 13 relisten notes!!

there are spoilers for episode 13 below the cut!

celia:

- admits to sam that she asked alice for advice and general information about him. this implies she has a pretty friendly relationship with alice (evidenced by alice buying her a mocha) and seems relatively unthreatened by her past with sam so far.

- "no one, im mysterious" -> evidence for her not being from this dimension, if no one can give a lot of information about her

- reveals jack is her baby! (not followed by a glitch)

- says the past couple years "since the move" (between dimensions?) were weird for her

- believes the incidents they work with are real, and im certain shes in the same boat as the audience rn, trying to categorize them with background knowledge that isnt accurate anymore

sam:

- easy to make blush, doesnt know how cute he is, is an overachiever, obsessive, a but repressed, nosy, kind of a recluse, and very easy to wind up

- gifted kid syndrome poster child; he seems to view being turned away by the magnus institute as the beginning of his rejection streak (not admitted to oxford, didnt get first, got fired from his legal firm). i think this will be a major point in his motivations and a fear of rejection and need for validation is going to drive him to receive the greatness he wants (and believes he has earned). i can already see a corruption arc brewing for him, poor thing

- did NOT tell celia about his experiences in the institute or what his "incident" was (referring to lena's interview where she asked him what the worst thing he's seen/experienced was). this isnt super sketchy considering its a first date, but is interesting since he was the one who wanted "all the baggage" out early

- he doesn't want to accept that the incidents are real, but i think he does believe in them. he brought the topic up to celia and has asked alice about it before too, so he may be aware that the incidents are real, but is unwilling to fully conceptualize what that means for himself and his world view

- says that alice doesnt love the idea of him seeing celia, which means he may have picked up on her feelings for him

gwen:

- feels guilty over instigating the mr.bonzo incident -> whats really interesting is that she doesnt threaten to quit or not be involved, she accepts that she gas another email to look through and another external to interact with, but it seems to upset her

- she asks lena why this (externals and mr bonzo murder) is happening, implying that she can stomach the work if its for a reason

lena:

- gives gwen the ABCs of genre-awareness:

- this dimension also has "opposing forces- most of them meaning to be harmful.

- these "forces" need to be "balanced" and controlled in order to maintain order in the world/system -> still working off of a smirke-esque theory that retaining balance will keep the world secure. i dont know if she means balance between forces of good and evil or forces in the supernatural sense

- says the OIAR is managing the bad guys, as in monitoring their actions and directing externals to "balance" things

alice:

- actually offended that sam doesnt want to share information with her and isnt having a good time knowing sam and celia are seeing each other

- tells sam "he cant prove anything" about the cases being real, but doesnt tell him hes wrong

- i would fling myself from a sky scraper for you, miss dyer, but please never say bussin or fire again

- "stop trying to make an impact" -> the more she tells sam to cut the x-files shit out, the more she stops protesting his suspicions. her scolding has gone from "nothing is going on, chill out" to "sure, theres a conspiracy, but we are paid to ignore it"

alice/sam's past:

- dated at uni, previously stated they were together for several years. it seems to have been a decent split since they stayed in contact afterward.

- sam was there for her when her parents died, but lost contact after

- she contacted him w the OIAR job details after he made an exceptionally pathetic vague post

incident:

- centered around gambling and self harm to achieve success- this draws ties to episode 2 (self harm) and episode 9 (luck). i expect this is more aligned with ep 9, as the self harm seems to be in the interest of changing his odds/luck, and the incident is primarily about gaining external success, not physical change. though, ep 2 could be a personal experience with ink5oul that is not representative with their "force"

- the narrator of this statement was quick to actively sacrifice his own well being to achieve better luck, which is a pretty stark contrast to other people who looked to harm other people in their own interest (violin guy and dice guy, i forgot their names sorry!!)

- zorro trader may be a reoccurring organization in relation to gambling

- the narrators options for his debt were to either pay it back or have a personal adjustment, once he completes the voicemail he is transferred to the adjustments apartment, which was not an option on the original call log and something he did not request

- he is promptly adjusted :)

- i think this could be related to the theme of keeping balance, since the incident narrator claims it isnt wrong to play with the loophole, and it ends with him getting what he owes, which is a nice connection to lena's explanation of the OIAR's purpose

glitches/lies:

- "im happy you're happy", alice (she is not happy that sam is with celia!!)

extra comments:

- i really didnt expect an explanation of the OIAR and its position in this so early, and im surprised lena was the one to reveal it. this exposes that shes pretty open with the staff she feels are on a need-to-know basis, and it also changes my expectations for how we'll come across a big reveal in this series, since information is being given in a more open way

- i think alice and celia definitely know something but in opposing ways- acting as foils to each other with sam (information seeker) in the middle. celia knows about how the fears work in the tma dimension, and alice knows why and what the OIAR are really doing- together, they solve the puzzle that sam is trying to piece together.

#tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #tmagp 13 #alice dyer #sam khalid #celia ripley #gwen bouchard #lena kelley #tmagp theory #tmagp thoughts

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go-to-two · 1 month

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First the doll, now him teasing the Halstead door… do you think collectively we’re all just reading too much into it or is there still a smidgen of hope?

At this point, I have no idea. Don't know what to assume or guess anymore, so I'm trying not to and whatever happens, happens.

There are a lot of things story-wise that I think can be read each way. Is Hailey realizing she doesn't want to move past Jay and reach out to leave as well, or is she realizing she needs to finally move on? Lots of mentions of divorce and a contemplative stare at the Chicago skyline could point to either depending on the end, in my opinion.

There's the issue of Gwen. I think she was pretty clear she had no plans to get them back together at the beginning of the season. A reunion would require a full turnaround from her. Wouldn't be the first time, but again there has really been no evidence of that in the writing or interviews.

I have some... reservations (trying to pick the most benign word bc it's not a big deal) about stuff like the doll or the sign. I love that they joke around on set and have fun, and I hope that continues until the end. However, if nothing is happening, I almost wish they would stop posting stuff about Jay's character altogether. Obviously they can and will post whatever they want, but it's also pretty clear how all that is being interpreted.

All to say, I have no idea what's happening. I'd say just feel whatever you feel. If you're hopeful, have fun with it and if you're not, that's fine too. It likely won't change the ending they give her/them either way.

#anon ask

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iluvmegantheestallion · 4 months

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My unpopular opinions and rants

● public interviews on YouTube are lame as fuck, they go around asking dumb ass questions that will trigger people and they'll go around adding those stupid edits that make no sense and then people will always answer the dumb questions with a stupid answer. It got repetitive, old and corny real fast.

● ASAP rocky is only relevant because he's with rihanna. She's keeping his name alive. He's only relevant because he benefits from pretty privilege, and rihanna still with him, and they have kids.

● Hannah baker from 13 reasons why is a trash character, and I never liked her. She's a liar, a fraud. She was a bully in her old school, she was out here thotting and bopping fucking with 5 or 6 dudes the whole love triangle playing victim. Hannah Baker was just merely a narcissist who didn't want to take any conuntability for her own actions.

● the reason why your kids don't know their purpose. or what they want to be, or don't wanna talk to you because you treat them like an investment. I don't have kids and don't plan to, but some parents out there need to stop treating their kids like an investment. Please stop hoping your kids go to college so you can brag about them, Please stop hoping your kids get an amazing job that you wanted them to get so you can brag about them because if you treat them like an investment, they're going to grow up in the real world not knowing who they are or what they want to with their lives and end up being depressed because they spent their whole entire life trying to please you.

● Being a perfectionist is not a good thing. Stop saying like it is a good thing. It's merely just self sabotage disguise as a perfectionist. You believe in yourself because you're scared that you put your work out there. A lot of people are going to trash it, dismiss it, and you don't want people to have an opportunity to give you a negative opinion.

● Kim Kardashian did more for black people than Obama ever did. Obama just did nothing but be black and did a whole bunch of shit for all the communities, but he didn't do shit for black folks.

● Normani is missing something. The only reason why normani isn't really blowing up is because she took too long to introduce herself. We still know her as the pretty black girl who can dance and sing. There's really not a lot to her I think she's pretty boring.

● don't hang around with bums that complain all the time about how their life ain't shit and how they are annoyed and depressed how they can't stand this. Don't hang around with those types of people. Because those be the same people that be jealous of you and will grow to resent you if you keep hanging around them.

● On my block, season 4 was the worst season. It was a waste of time, it was complete garbage, and I was so annoyed how they rushed through it and everybody was dating each other, fucking each other, everyone was going there separate ways, it made no sense and they killed off so many characters.

● most people have kids for selfish kids but won't admit it. Let's be honest Many people will sit up here and say,'I want kid till I'm 25 or 30' because a lot of y'all just want people to take care of you, so you don't end up being alone. Many people plan to have children by 30, 31, or 35 because they want someone to be there, they want an aesthetic of having a child, and they don't want to feel left out because all there friends of people there close to have children.

● The early 2000s Era had better music than the 90s Era. We had Ashanti, Aalyiah, Jennifer lopez, gwen Stefani, Eve, Destiny's child, Timbaland.

● J Cole is overhyped he's an amazing rapper and singer, but I just see him as a regular rapper.

● jhene aiko doesn't get enough credit for her work. Yes, she's praised for her voice and talent, but let's be honest, she isn't praised and rewarded like she really should be that she built and created for herself her songs are unique and she's very creative, she's really slept on and very underrated.

● There's a difference between being a good person and being nice. At the end of the day, just because you're nice doesn't mean you're a good person. Don't sit up here and say,' I'm a good person. At the end of the day, people never reciprocate." it like bitch stfu. Maybe you're just a people pleaser. Being a nice person is very different from being a good person because a good person is kind knows how to treat everyone with respect and a nice person will tell everyone what they want to hear to keep the peace and put on their best face to make sure everyone likes them solely because everyone likes a nice person, but not everyone respects a nice everyone.

● never ever trust somebody who counts favors. If somebody trying to bring all the nice they did for you, never trust those people. People who count favors are not good people there willing to hit you up one day to remind you of those favors to get what they want from you.

● before you go out of your way to listen to your parents about what you should do with your career, please give yourself a second look at your parents and see if there happy of there own career you don't want to take advice from a miserable bitch. If your parents aren't happy with there careers why the fuck would you lisen to them on what you should do with you life and how you can make money.

● Coi leray benefits from pretty privilege if she was ugly she wouldn't be where she is today.

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blueberriesjust · 1 year

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Bad Decisions

Pt 1

Trigger Warning

Mentions of cheating and birth complications

This is a fanfic about a love hate relationship with Peter Criss that never seems to go right.

You were never one to stay in the same spot for more than a year but when you met Peter all of that changed. He seemed perfect. Oftentimes you and Peter messed around without protection. After two years of hopping you wouldn't get pregnant, it happened. You woke up every morning sick and you started craving random things. You decided to tell Peter about it.

The day seemed off and the weather was dreary as you pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building. You had an odd feeling in your chest as you walked up the stairs and unlocked the door. It only got worse when you walked into his room and everything seemed to stop. Peter was cheating on you with another girl and your heart broke. You stayed calm and just turned around and walked out slamming the door behind you. He ran after you pulling his pants back on yelling but you didn't hear a word. You tried to stay in New York but since you didn't have that anchor you drifted away. You hopped from town to town just trying to find someone or something to keep you afloat. You were close to your due date and you had wandered back to New York. You had told your parents a while ago and they were happy to let you stay.

"You know (y/n), I was just like you when I was younger." You mom said with a fond look on her face. "I hated staying in one place for too long. I had found your father but he cheated on me causing me to go off traveling again."

"You've told me this a million times"

"I know, I know, I just want to make sure you don't feel like you're alone" she teared up "I felt like I was alone but in reality I could have always gone back to my parents. Yet I didn't and I regret it they both passed before I could see them again."

"I will always come back."

A month passed before you went into labor and it definitely was chaotic. Your mom was freaking out, your dad passed out. You were in so much pain. Everything was going smoothly though. You delivered a beautiful healthy little boy. Then everything changed. You were giving birth to a second child. He wasn't healthy at all. You screamed you couldn't lose him. The doctor and nurses rushed to save the baby. They tried everything and eventually it worked. The baby had to stay in the hospital until it was healthy but other than that he was alive. You named baby number 1 Charles and baby 2 Christopher.

As soon as Charlie and Chris were old enough to travel you set off again. From town to town and place to place. You had met Stacy, Gwen, and Tarra along the way. You all decided to form a band called Hysteria. Eventually the boys got to the age where they had to attend school so you went back to New York and set up shop. It was 1973 the boys were 5. Years passed and your band was gaining traction by 1975 you had millions of fans.

"I have a wonderful idea but I'll need your opinion on it" this caught everyone's attention the manager usually did things and apologized later.

"Well, what is it?" The lead singer Stacy asked.

"I think we should ask your fans if there is a band they would like you to collaborate with on an album."

"I'm surprised you asked" you stated getting a glare from the manager

"I just wanted to warn you that you have an interview at 5 am" he said quickly before ducking out of the room.

"5 AM!" the Lead Guitarist shouted

"Calm it Tarra you knew there was going to ba a some sort of surprise" Gewn the Bassist said

"It's already 3am two hours of sleep isn't enough" you stated blandly already done with the whole situation.

After you all had gotten ready, which took Tarra the whole two hours, you arrived at the news station late as usual. Hair and makeup moved fast and before you knew it you were infront of the camera.

"So Stacy your the lead singer how does it feel to be up front and center in front of millions of people?"

"It's stressful but also fun wouldn't trade it for the world"

"Gwen your bass is great and so are the backing vocals" the reporter fan girled "and Tarra absolutely amazing rifts I don't know how you do it" she was so excited when she got to you "The drum solos and song lyrics are better than anything else I've heard"

"That's very kind of you" you said you were always the nicest in the band at least to fans.

"So I heard from a little birdy that you are planning a collaboration album" the reporter said slyly. Your bandmates looked around at one another. They decided to let you take the reins on this one.

"Yeah that is true, we just thought it'd be fun for the fans to see two of their favorite bands collaborate." you continued after a pause "unfortunately we don't know what our fan bases other favorite band is so we decided that we will ask them" you looked over at your manager who was holding up a magazine. You took the magazine from him and displayed it to the camera. "You can tell us who your favorite band is by getting one of these magazines and sending in the information card with your favorite band on it and why the band should be picked." In reality the manager didn't care why the band should be picked he just cared which band had the most cards.

Eventually the interview ended and you all headed back to the studio. By the time you had gotten back to the studio there were already millions of information cards sent in the bands ranging from Queen to ABBA and even some bands that were entirely different from your band's sound. It took days to count the cards you and your band mates helped but you had to get other people's help too your parents even helped. After days and days of counting and more and more cards being sent in the manager chose to cut off the cards and count only what they already had.

"The top three bands were" he looked over at you "drumroll please" you sighed but did it anyway.

"At number 3 with 50,000 votes we have..... Queen" Stacy sighed she thought the would have won.

"At number 2 with 60,000 votes we have..... ACDC" Gwen and Tarra were heartbroken; they wanted them to win.

"And at number 1 with 60,001 votes we have…. KISS." The room went quiet, they all knew your opinion on the drummer. Everyone waited for your response.

"Well it's what the fans want, we have to give it to them"

"Are you sure we don't have to we can just say ACDC won" Stacy said

"No no, it's fine I'll just keep my distance and everything will be ok" you were heartbroken by this news you had been trying everything to stay away from Peter. The boys were fine with not knowing their dad; there was no reason for him to be in your life.

#peter criss x reader #peter criss #the catman #ace frehley #kiss band x reader #kiss band #kiss army #paul stanley #gene simmons #fanfic

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imjustwritingg · 3 months

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I’ve stopped reading her interviews so I don’t know if it’s true, but did Gwen actually say rowboat has more chemistry than Upstead?!

Did she?! I don’t remember seeing that one, but I’ve stopped reading her interviews too. She just gives me a headache. Wouldn’t surprise me if she did though. Need that woman to shut the fuck up already.

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foreverrogers · 2 years

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bittersweet

Pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

Summary: peter and his coworker break a couple health codes in the walk-in

Warnings: peter parker is an idiot who does not know how to make coffee or manage his emotions, unprotected sex, the defilement of a walk-in fridge

Words: 3.2k

A/N: for @spidervee 's April for AU's writing party!! cannot lie this one... had made me very hot and bothered and i'm kinda obessessed with it. p.s. if i have wildly underestimated the deadliness of a walk-in fridge please do not tell me

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The first time Peter meets you, you're 15 minutes late for your interview. For his interview, that is, the one you're supposed to be holding in order to figure out whether or not he was qualified to make coffee at your little corner cafe. (Spoiler alert, he was not.)

Peter's been sitting here for 15 minutes, watching the barista at the counter handle the steady flow of patrons solo, trying his best not to bounce his leg under the table so violently it pulls the bolts out of the concrete.

The ring of the entrance bell draws his attention to you, sunglasses slipping down your nose, clad in a black trench coat and thick knit scarf protecting you from the impending New York Winter outside. He can guess it's you by the trenta Starbucks up your holding precariously by the lid, messy scrawl of your name recognisable as who he knew to be the manager of the store.

"You have a visitor," The other barista, known only by her name tag as Gwen, states, doesn't look up from her position behind the coffee machine.

Peter watches you squint before pushing your sunglasses up with two fingers. You make eye contact through the opaque plastic. "Oh, shit." You pull off your glasses as you start towards him, toss them haphazardly into your tote as you hook one boot behind the leg of your chair to pull it back. He moves to stand up, remembers the manners May had taught him, is stopped halfway when you hold up your hand. "Oh, please, you don't need to. I'm so sorry, by the way, I thought this was happening on Monday."

"It, um..." Peter trails off a little, doesn't quite know how to match the energy in front of him, watches you take a long swig from your cup. "It is Monday."

"That, uh, yeah." You sigh heavily, set down your cup and move to shuffle out of your coat. "I'm sorry, it was a rough weekend. Why don't we just take that one again? My name is Y/n, it's great to meet you."

Peter thinks you might only hire him because you feel bad about his interview.

It's either that or literally nobody else applied for the job, because if his resume didn't make it glaringly obvious, Peter Parker had never made a good cup of coffee in his life.

"What'd'ya got?"

You're standing next to him, one leg crossed over the other as you lean against the counter with your hands on your hips and you're grinning— grinning like this is not so secretly your favourite part of the job, seeing the hopeless look on the faces of college students when confronted with an industrial coffee machine.

It doesn't help that the heat hasn't fully kicked in and it's freezing in the store, and the radiating yellow light is a piercing contrast to the early morning darkness he had walked through to get here. That, and Peter had been out patrolling until 2am.

"Literally nothing."

You try and fail to conceal your laugh, push yourself away from the counter to walk towards him. "Ok, you watch first and then try."

Peter definitely watches. He's a little memorized if he's being honest, the sure deftness of your movements, the inexplicable grace of it, has to snap himself out of his trance every time you turn to make sure he's paying attention.

In a matter of minutes, there's a cup of coffee in your hands, perfect foam heart and all. "Got it?"

"Probably not."

You're still smiling, move to pick up the portafilter on the counter. "Give it your best and I'll only judge you a little, promise."

The furthest Peter gets is successfully not dropping the instrument when you pass it to him, turns towards the machine and immediately freezes, eyebrows set in a perpetual confused pinch.

"Okay, sure, hey. It took me like a month to get the hang of this thing, don't stress."

He feels it before he really registers it, the warmth of your hand slipping over his as you guide him towards the counter. You lean over him to reach for a scoop of grounds, arm brushing over his chest and you're so close he can smell you. Not in a creepy way, just in a proximity kind of way, in the way you smell like coffee, but only the sweetness and none of the bitterness, earthy and deep and caramel.

He thinks that this is bad, what's he's signed up for here, with you, with your hands around his and his brain short circuiting at the contact, immediately forgets almost everything you show him because he's too busy trying not to tremble.

It's a situation that teaches him three very important lessons.

Lesson number one: the universe is conspiring against him.

That's the only logical reason that after a week of skirting around you he finds out you're only a year above him at Empire State, and every subsequent Tuesday and Friday commute from work to school is done together.

As in, a 20 minute walk and a subway trip alone, side by side, just the two of you, and there's only so much you can talk about the shittiest customers 6am had to offer before you inevitably have to talk about yourselves. Peter has to know you and work with you, a set of circumstances which only exacerbates the little tug in his chest he feels every time he sees you.

Lesson number two: the universe is downright fucking with him.

It's a slow afternoon, a store front filled to the brim with empty chairs as Gwen tries to walk him through the till for the dozenth time.

"Oh, hey, turn it up!" You're behind them, suddenly, flick your dishcloth at Gwen until she reaches under the counter to grab the TV remote with a groan.

You slot between them, forearms propped against the counter as you look eagerly up into the television where the newest of Spider-Man's late-night antics were being dramatically displayed.

He's never seen you like this, your regular witty, almost aloof exterior waived for the enamoured expression you adopt, eyes wide and mouth hanging in a slight gape, all because of him. It doesn't matter that you don't know it's him— he still counts it, or at least his ego definitely does.

"Y/n has a crush on Spider-Man," Gwen tells him, looks over with a roll of her eyes.

"Shut up, I do not have a crush on Spider-Man." You flick her with the cloth again, don't get in much damage since your eyes are still glued to the screen. "I just don't think he gets enough credit for all the good that he does around here."

Gwen snorts, crosses her arms. "Like you wouldn't try to jump his bones if you ever met him in real life."

It was cruel, the way you glance at him when you turned around like you knew. Like you knew it was him, knew what it would do to him. You look back at Gwen, meet her with a sly smile. "What? Maybe a little seduction is just repayment for always saving the city."

Therein lies lesson number three: the universe is fucking sadistic.

It's only 8pm, but this deep into Winter there's nothing but pitch black beyond the windows of the back room.

You've somehow convinced Peter to help you do stock take— or, rather, you had asked, and it was impossible for him to say no to you. Either way, it's 8pm and it's dark and it's cold, and you're both clad in heavy coats as you stare at the contents of the walk-in fridge, clipboards in hand.

There's a faint thrum of the music you've put on in the background, but otherwise everything is smothered by the blearing of the fans above you, drowns out so much that neither of your hear the scrape of the chair holding open the door until it's too late.

The sudden thud behind you makes you jump.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Peter turns then, follows the line of your slack expression to the see the sealed door of the walk-in. "That's... not good."

You discard your clip board onto one of the shelves, start a frantic pat down of your body until he hears you start to swear under your breath. "Fuck, I left my phone outside. Do you have yours?"

He mimics your movements, runs his hands over his sides and searches every pocket twice before resurfacing, bares his empty hands.

"Fuck." You look between him and the door a couple times, breath clearly picking up with the quickened rise and fall of your chest.

"Gwen'll be in for prep at 4, right?"

You ignore him, start toward the door, try to no avail to slip your fingers between the sturdy rubber seal. "Fuck!"

Peter watches you pace the length of the fridge, hands on your hips, and consciously considers his two options.

He could pry the door open, subsequently`ending up revealing something he's not exactly willing to tell you just yet, or he could stay here, with you, ostensibly trapped in a walk-in together for the next eight hours.

"I guess we're locked in until then."

You turn to him, frown set as you sigh. "Well, at least we're not gonna starve to death." You collapse against the floor, sit with your back firmly against the shelves as you reach for a bag of shredded cheese.

*****

"I spy with my little eye something beginning with... uh... M."

You turn towards him, find your faces only inches apart in this position you've migrated to, legs tucked to your chests as you sit with your arms pressed together. "If it's milk I already did milk like twenty minutes ago."

"It's not milk."

"Is it a type of milk?"

"That's not how I Spy works."

You sigh, puff your cheeks out with it as you scan the contents of the fridge. "Muffins," You say after a moment, point to the low basket of stale baked goods above you.

"You're way too good at this game."

You hum a laugh, smile as you tilt your head in search of your next object. The tilt leans itself a little too easily to resting your head on his shoulder, and you're too cold and too tired to resist the thought.

Peter looks at you, holds his breath as he takes in the slow rythym of your breath and the warm pressure on his shoulder, the light shudder of your jaw against him. You still smell like coffee, the sweet bite of it cutting through the sterile musk of the fridge. "You're cold."

You laugh again, still don't move to pull away. "No shit, it's like 35 degrees in here."

He does it wordlessly, starts to shift underneath you, forces you upright as he shrugs of his coat.

"Don't be ridiculous, Parker."

"Don't worry," He smiles, that wide, bright, genuine smile that you've been reluctant to admit heats up your insides a little. His coat is in his hands, and he slowly drapes it around your shoulders, swallows you up in the heavy material you hug close. It smells like him, like burnt coffee. "I, uh, run hot."

There's that little tug again, deep in his chest as you watch each other, but this time it's not so little, makes him want to lurch forward with a magnetic force so powerful it almost hurts. You gulp, your voice breathy and whisper quiet when you speak next. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

"Oh, uh- How do I-"

"And you always do that, too," You start, ignore his stumbling and poke him lightly in the cheek where he's since used up vital body heat to flush. "Blush whenever I notice you staring."

"Sorry," He mumbles, dips his head to hide the impossibly deepening hue of his cheeks.

"It's okay," You laugh, and then there's one finger under his chin, the coolness of your skin meeting inexplicable heat of his. You tilt his face back up towards yours. "It's only creepy some of the time."

You don't pull away, even as he's looking you in the eye and smiling lightly and you try to comprehend how one person can look so adorable when they blush. You tell yourself it's the heat.

And there's definitely heat involved, a collision of it when you both lean in at the same time and his mouth is on yours, hot and open and sweet.

Cold hands come up to frame your face and then you're in his lap in a heatbeat, the coat around your shoulders pooling over his shins, arms around his neck and fingers tangling into his hair.

"You're warm," You mumble, slip the words quietly between kisses, makes him smile against you before he's pulling away to look up at you.

"Told you I run hot," He smiles, feels you hum when he leans up to kiss along the line of your jaw.

"I can think of a way we can get a little warmer."

Peter pulls away to look at you, keeps you in place with one hand on your cheek as the other arms wraps firmly around your waist. "You sure?"

"Yes, please," You mutter, breathless, kiss him as your hands move down to work open the button of your jeans.

It seems counterintuitive, to start undressing when you're trapped in the cold. But then again, sharing body heat was good for that sort of thing.

Bare skin meets the harsh cool air, but Peter's never felt anything as hot as your palm pressing against him through his boxers.

You hum again, seemingly satified, press curved lips to his. "It's always the shy ones."

He opens his mouth to ask, is immediately cut off by your hands slipping under the band of his boxers and then you're touching him, makes him gasp into you mouth as you slowly stroke him.

The whining moan he lets out is enough to make you clench around nothing, warmth rushing to your lower half as he bucks into your touch. "God, you're pretty."

"Pretty sure that's-" You're still stroking the length of him, jolts of pleasure running up his spine that make him curl his toes in his shoes and momentarily forget how to speak. "Pretty sure that's my line."

"Both can be true," You smile, and then your hand is gone, leaves him cold and aching as you move to pull aside your panties.

You kneel up, use your free hand to tilt his face up to kiss him and he takes the hint, takes himself in his hand to line up with your entrance as you settle back down.

There's a flood of warmth as you start to sink onto him, the sharing of hot breath as mouths open over the other.

It somehow feels too hot, like he needs to start ripping off the layers still covering his upper half and feel the bare skin of your chest against his.

"How does that feel?" You're looking at him, breathing heavy, eyebrows pinched lightly together, ask for permission before moving.

"Pefect," He breathes, and then he's leaning up, kisses you swollen. "Fuck, you feel perfect."

There's already sweat sticking the material of your sweater to your back as soon as you start moving, slow at first, ease the pace until his hand is slipping from your waist to your hip and encouraging the rock of your body.

It makes your knees ache, cold against the harsh plastic floor, but you can't really think about that when everything else drowns it out, the stretch of him filling you up and the nudge of his cock against your g-spot with every descent and the friction of your bodies.

"God, Pete. Fuck."

His grip on you is tighter now, fingers digging into the flesh of his hips as he starts to meet your movements with his own thrusts.

Your own grip shifts upwards, slips around his throat so you can tilt his head to the side and kiss up his neck and along his jaw, savour the sharper jerks of his hips every time you sink your teeth in to nip at the soft skin.

He feels the rush of warm air against the shell of his ear when he slips his hand between you, presses his thumb to your clit to start rubbing tight circles.

And it could be the cirumstances, the spontaneous flurry of action that's brought you here, or the fact that he's been fantasizing about this moment for months of lonesome late nights, or a steady culmination of everything leading up to this, but Peter can't deny the sudden tightening low in his stomach.

"Gonna cum," He mutters, nudges his nose against your chin as he looks up at you, mouth open and eyebrows knit taut. "Need to cum so bad, y/n, fuck. Feels so fucking good."

The words alone are enough to make you flutter around him, pick up the rocking of your hips as you kiss him hard, lean in to speak with your lips brushing over his. "Want me to tell you to cum inside of me? That what you want, sweetheart? Wanna fill me up?"

"Yes," He whispers, breathless, looks you right in the eye as he asks. "Please- fuck, please let me cum inside you."

The movement of his thumb over your clit is faster now, pushes you closer and closer to the edge until you're so busy breathing in quick, stuttered gasps that finding the words to answer him becomes almost impossible.

"'M right with you, baby. Want you to cum for me."

Everything is sticky and laboured and hot, a pocket of overwhelming heat in the middle of this fridge as Peter stills inside you, warms you from the inside out as you come apart around him, fingers tight in his hair and digging into his shoulder.

You're chests are still heaving, arms tightening around your waist, breathing laughs into sloppy kisses as you lean your forehead against his.

You hardly have time to cool down before there's a sound from somewhere outside, a heavy metallic thud that makes you both widen your eyes and jolt away from each other in a rush to redress.

"You know this is the third-" Gwen stops dead in her tracks, gapes a little at the sight of you and Peter on the floor, frantically buttoning your jeans. "You're both fucking disgusting."

"What are you-" You have to cough a little to clear your throat, shake you head and your shoulders loose to try and regain your composure. "What time is it?"

"It's midnight, I got an alert saying the alarm hadn't been set... I can't believe you two got locked in a fridge and your first instinct was to fuck."

"We, uh-" Peter's the one clearing his throat now, flushes bright red as he looks from you to Gwen. "We played I spy for like... two hours."

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Into The Multiverse...

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: you accidentally get sent to different dimensions and need the help of a Peter variant to get back

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“I can’t believe you.” You grumbled as you stormed away from Peter.

“What’s the matter?” Peter asked as he followed you. “She needed help. I couldn’t just say no.”

“Yes, you could’ve.” You told him. “You know how I feel about her. She is awful to me every chance she gets.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.” He apologized. “But Gwen needed my help-“

“Don’t say her name.” You cut him off.

“Sorry. She needed my help on one equation.” He corrected. “So I helped her with it. I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

“I’m upset because she was blatantly flirting with you right in front of me and you didn’t stop it.” You told him. “She always does this. Every time I get something, she has to have it. She was all over you. How could you not see that?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention to her.” He said helplessly. “I was just focusing on my holding my breath because her perfume was giving me a headache.”

“You smelled her?” You raised your voice.

“Is that bad?” He sincerely wondered. “It wasn’t on purpose. I was just breathing.”

“Ugh!” You yelled in frustration. “First you help Gwen Stacy with her lab, then you sniff her? Traitor!”

“Can we please just talk about this?” Peter continued to follow you. “Nothing happened between us. I promise.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You said as you ran into the lab to get away from him.

“Can we please just-“ He was cut off by you slamming the door in his face.

“Hey.” Bruce chuckled when he saw you. “Trouble in paradise?”

“You could say that.” You sighed and walked deeper into the lab.

“Here, this might take your mind off it for a while.” Bruce said as he handed you something that looked like a watch.

“What is it?” You wondered, turning it over in your hands to examine it.

“It’s a device that transports you to different dimensions.” He explained. “It runs on pym particles. I’m trying to make them for everyone on the team. I haven’t worked out all the kinks yet.”

“Should I be holding this if it still has kinks?” You chuckled as you slipped the watch on.

“You should be fine as long as you don’t press the red-“

“AHHHH!” You screamed as your body flew backwards, following you pressed the red button. Bruce watched you disappear right before his eyes as you accidentally sent yourself to a different dimension.

“Shit.” Bruce sighed in defeat.

Meanwhile, you were still flying through space and time until you hit the red button again, sending you to a different dimension. You landed on a floor somewhere with a painful thud. When you opened your eyes, you saw the woman from Steve’s picture standing before you. She was taller than you pictured and wearing a suit covered in the British flag.

“Hello.” She greeted. “How can I help you?”

“Peggy? Why are you so buff?” You asked as you looked her up and down. “And why am I so turned on by that?”

“You know me?” Peggy furrowed her eyebrows. “Most people around here call me Captain Carter.”

“Right. Captain. Tell me, do you listen to Girl in Red?”

“What, sorry?”

“Never mind. Not important.” You waved your hand. “You’re with Steve. Unless…”

“Speaking of Steve.” She smiled and looked to the side just as Steve came into the room.

“Hey. Who’s this?” He asked and pointed to you.

“Woah. You’re so skinny.” You realized he was at half his regular body mass.

“No need to rub it in.” He mumbled before taking a puff of his inhaler.

“Sorry. Um, I’ll be right back.” You smiled awkwardly and pressed the red button on your device again. You were sucked back through the tunnel again and landed in a seat outside of a wooden door.

“All right. Where am I now?” You wondered as you looked around. Pepper came out of the door suddenly with a clipboard in hand.

“Hi.” She greeted. “You must be here for the interviewer.”

“Interview?”

“With Tony Stank? I’m Salt. His assistant.” She said as he held out her hand.

“Salt? Hold on.” You shook your head and pressed the red button again. This time, you landed in a dark bedroom with your phone in your hand.

“Huh? Where am I?” You whispered. Your phone buzzed in your hand and you looked down to check the notification.

“Waitimcomingtoo mentioned you in a post?” You wondered out loud. “Oh sweet. Plank All Over me.”

You kept scrolling until you accidentally bumped the red button again.

“Ahh!” You screamed as you flew through the air. You landed on your feet in the middle of the street two seconds before you got hit by a car. The man who hit you quickly got out of his car and rushed to help you.

“Are you okay, darling? I’m so sorry. You came out of nowhere.” He said as he helped you up. When you opened your eyes, you realized it was Peter speaking in an English accent.

“Peter?” You asked. “Why are you British?”

“Oh, you must’ve seen my movies.” He chuckled. “I’m Tom. It’s nice to meet you. Sorry I just hit you with my car.”

“Oh God. I can’t do this. Hang on.” You grimaced and quickly pressed the red button. When you opened your eyes, you were sitting in front of two young boys, sitting by a tree in their backyard.

“Oh, hi.” The red headed boy greeted you. “I’m Phineas. This is my brother Ferb.”

“What the fuck?” You whispered.

“Where did you just come from?” Phineas asked before looking around the yard. “Hey, where’s Perry?”

“What the actual fuck? Oh, sorry. You’re children.” You remembered. “But you’ve been children for like, 12 years now. I don’t really know what to do in this situation.” Se

“Ferb, I know what we’re gonna do today.” Phineas stated. “We’re gonna help this lady that fell from the sky.”

“If you boys will excuse me for just a minute.” You smiled weakly and pressed the red button again. This time, you landed in another bedroom. It was Paris themed and covered in posters.

“Wake up, you piece of garbage.” A woman said as she burst through your door. “Throw your dirty blonde hair into a messy bun and wipe your crystal blue eyes.”

“That doesn’t describe me at all.”

“I don’t care.” She scoffed. “Get dressed in your black band tea and burgundy leggings. Your new owners are down stairs.”

“My new owners?” You wondered.

“Yes. I had to sell you to pay for my crack addiction. Because I’m addicted to crack and I hit you. Because of my crack addiction.”

“What the fuck is going on?” You wondered to yourself. Just then, a boy with a mop of curly brown hair on his head came in the room.

“Hello.” He greeted in his English accent. “I’m Harry.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You face palmed.

“Hi, I’m Zayn.” Zayn said as he entered the room. “Woah. You’re beautiful. Did you know that? You probably don’t.”

“Back off, mate. I saw her first.” Harry gripped Zayn’s shirt and pinned him against the wall. While they battled it out, Liam came into the room.

“Hi, Liam.” You signed in defeat.

“You’re insecure.” He told you. An awkward silence filled the room as you waited for the rest of the line.

“Are you gonna finish that sentence?” You asked him.

“She’s so London when she talks.” Louis gushed as he came into the room.

“Her light is as loud as many ambulances as it takes to save a savior.” Harry added.

“I was just about to say that.” Niall agreed.

“What does that mean?” You asked them. “Seriously, what the fuck does that mean? I have never known.”

“You’re insecure-“

“You know what?” You cut Liam off. “I’ll be right back.”

You hit the button again and went back through the tunnel. When you landed, you saw Peter with his back to you as he looked in a mirror, smoothing his hands over his spider suit.

“Oh, thank God.” You sighed in relief when you saw him. “You will not believe what I just went through.”

Peter jumped and turned around, causing you both to scream. He almost looked like Peter, but he definitely wasn’t. He looked more like the actor from The Social Network.

“Ah!” You screamed. “Who are you?”

“I’m Peter. But you weren’t supposed to see my face. Shoot. I shouldn’t have told you my name either. Forget I said anything. And forget what I look like!” Peter said as he covered his face with his hands.

“Peter, you need to help me.” You pleaded. “Is Stark Towers in the same place in this dimension? 5th Ave?”

“Stark Towers?” Peter frowned. “What’s that? You mean Oscorp? That’s on fifth Avenue.”

“Shit. Do you know Tony Stark?”

“Never heard of him.” Peter shook his head.

“Shit!” You repeated. “How do I get back?”

“Get back where?” Peter wondered.

“Okay, this is gonna sound crazy but-“

“Are you from another dimension?” Peter asked.

“Yes, actually.” You were pleasantly surprised with the guess. “I am.”

“I thought so.” He told you. “I have this weird feeling when I look at you. It’s like I know you, but I know I don’t. It feels like…”

“Muscle memory.” You smiled a little. “I feel it too. Do you have a girlfriend?”

“I did. She um, she passed.” Peter said quietly.

“I’m so sorry. What was her name?”

“Gwen. Gwen Stacy.” He told you, making you freeze. You knew it had to be a different Gwen than the one from your dimension, so you held your tongue.

“Pretty name.” You smiled. “I have a Peter, back in my dimension. He looks like you, but a little different. He’s waiting for me back in my dimension.”

You fell silent when you replayed the last conversation you had with Peter. The fight seemed so silly now and all you wanted to do was apologize.

“I fought with him before I left.” You admitted. “I gotta get back.”

“Yeah. Don’t let me stop you.” He gave you one last look before looking at himself in the mirror again.

“You haven’t worn that in a while, have you?” You said softly. “The suit, I mean.”

“No.” He admitted. “Not since Gwen died.”

“I’m glad you put it back on.” You told him. “The city needs you. You should get back out there.”

“Thanks.” He smiled softly. “I will.”

“If you’re ever in my dimension, come say hi.” You smiled before hitting the red button again.

“I will.” He said, but you were already gone. This time, you landed outside on the grass. You quickly recognized your surroundings as your college campus, complete with Peter standing a few feet away from you.

“Peter!” You shouted in relief and ran towards him.

“Peter, thank God.” You said as you threw your arms around him. “I’m so sorry about our fight. It was all me getting in my head. How can I make it up to you?”

“Um, what fight?” He asked as he quickly got out of your embrace.

“The fight about…”

You trailed off when Gwen Stacy came up behind Peter and ran her fingers through his hair.

“Hi, Peteykins.” She cooed before leaning in to kiss him.

“Oh fuck no.” You said beneath your breath as you stared at them in horror.

“Y/n! I didn’t even see you there. You’re so easy to miss.” Gwen said through a forced smile. “I love the outfit, by the way. I could never dress wear leggings to school, personally. Ugh, what’s wrong with me? I just have to put effort into my outfits. But I love that you can just show up in whatever. So cute. Anyways, what were you doing hugging my boyfriend?”

“Your boyfriend?” You sputtered. “You’re seriously dating this bitch?”

Peter and Gwen looked at you in shock and you realized how out of pocket that was. They had no idea why their relationship was so jarring for you to see.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It was a “bitch” of endearment.” You lied. “Like, you’re seriously dating this bitch? Good for you! But also, how and why?”

“Petey, you didn’t tell me you and Y/n were friends?” Gwen said as she looked at you in disgust. Even in a different dimension, she was exactly the same.

“We’re not. No offense.” Peter quickly assured you. “This is just the first time we’ve spoken, right?”

You stared at him in shock as the weight of his words hit you. In this dimension, you weren’t even friends. He was dating someone else, which cut into you like a knife, but you weren’t even friends?

“Right.” Your voice shook as you felt tears brim your eyes.

“Are you okay?” Gwen snorted before whispering to Peter, “see, this is why I don’t hang out with other girls. So much drama.”

“All right. I’ve seen enough. I’m leaving this dimension.” You waved your hand and took the watch out of your pocket.

“Dimension?” Peter asked.

“Seriously Petey, what is this girls problem?” Gwen laughed awkwardly as she stared you down. You ignored her and pressed the red button, but nothing happened.

“Shit. I’m out.” You realized when you saw the empty pym particle container. “This can’t be happening.”

“Right. Well, we’re gonna go. Good luck with your dimension.” Gwen said loudly and slowly, talkigk to you as if you were deaf.

“I’ll catch up in a second.” Peter called after her while you continued to fumble with the device.

“You better go after her. She’s probably waiting for you.” You kept your head down so he wouldn’t see the tears of frustration running down your face. Peter silently handed you a tissue, then a piece of paper.

“This is my dorms address.” He told you. “Could you come by later? I need to show you something.”

“Oh.” You blinked in surprise. “Okay. Sure.”

“I’ll see you later.” He squeezed your shoulder and gave you a comforting smile, reminding you of the Peter you knew.

“Good. You’re here.” Peter said when he opened his dorm door later that day.

“Hey. What did you want to show me?” You wondered as you stepped inside. Even though this was a different Peter, his room was decorated the exact same. A smile broke out on your face to know he didn’t change.

“What did you mean before when you said you had enough of this dimension?” He asked you.

“Oh, um, I was just joking around.” You lied. “You know. Typically girl talk.”

“Oh.” He frowned. “Okay.”

“Why?” You wondered.

“It’s stupid.” He shrugged. “I’ve just had this theory I’ve been working on and it reminded me of what you said.”

“Is this your work?” You asked as you stumbled on a notebook. It was filled with equations that reminded you of the ones in Bruce’s lab.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t look at it. It’s dumb.”

“You believe in the multiverse?” You realized when you read his notes.

“Pretty stupid, right?” He laughed softly.

“No!” You said quickly. “No, it’s not stupid at all. It’s just…”

“Just what?” He asked when you trailed off.

“Your math is off.” You said sheepishly. “You divided space by time. You need to divide time by space.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows and went over to you. He re-read his notes over your shoulder, his cologne wafting into your nostrils.

“Oh. Yeah.” He nodded and looked at you. “That makes sense. How did you know that?”

“Because it’s not a theory.” You smiled in excitement. “It’s all true. I can prove it. Look.”

“Woah. What is this?” Peter asked when you handed him your device.

“Okay, I actually have no idea.” You admitted. “My friend Bruce made it. But every time I pressed the red button, I got transported to another dimension. He said it ran on pym particles or something. I think I ran out though.”

“Wow.” Peter turned the device over in his hands. “So you’re stuck here?”

“I guess so. At least until Dr. Banner figures out a way to get me back. Not that he even knows where I am.” Your voice got quiet when you realized how bad your situation was. You suddenly felt like you weren��t in your body anymore, instead watching you and Peter from somewhere else.

“Are you okay?” He asked as you took a seat on his bed.

“No. He has no idea where I am.” You began to panic. “I don’t know how this thing works and I don’t know how to get back home. I’m gonna be stuck here forever.”

“I need you to breathe, okay? Just try to relax.” Peter said softly as he crouched down in front of you. He sounded like he was underwater for some reason so you barely heard him.

“I can’t hear you. You sound so far away.” You shook your head and gasped for air. “Whats happening to me?”

“It’s okay. I think you’re having a panic attack.” He said calmly as he took your face between his hands.

“What? No. I don’t get those.” You said as you began to shiver.

“Well you’ve never been stuck in another dimension before.” He reminded you.

“Oh God. I’m stuck here.” You said between shaky breaths. “I’m stuck here in this horrible dimension where no one knows me and you’re dating Gwen!”

“Why does that matter?”

“Because.” You started to cry. “It’s not supposed to be that way. Oh my God, I’m shaking. What’s wrong with me? I can’t breathe.”

“It’s okay.” He assured you. “I got you.”

“I’m really scared.” You whimpered. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing is wrong with you. Hold your hands out like this, okay? Like you’re holding a bowl of soup.” He said as he cupped his hands in front of him.

“Okay.” You nodded and did the same.

“Now take a whiff of the soup through your nose. A long one.” He demonstrated the inhale for you and waited for you to do it.

“Good.” He nodded. “Now blow on the soup through your mouth.”

You blew out a long breath on your cupped hands and Peter smiled.

“Good. You’re doing so good.” He told you. “Keep doing that. I’ll do it with you.”

You did the breathing technique together until your breathing calmed down. Your heart stopped pounding and you felt yourself come back into your body.

“Do you feel better?” Peter asked as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Yeah.” You sighed. “Thank you.”

“Good.” He smiled warmly. “Can I see your device?”

You handed him your watch before he took a seat beside you on the bed.

“I bet I could fix this.” He said. “Since you corrected my math.”

“Really?” You hoped.

“Yeah. Just give me a few hours. I’ll get you back to your dimension. I promise.”

“Thank you so much.” You told him. “For everything.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll just text Gwen and let her know I’ll be busy all day.” He said and got off the bed.

“Right, Gwen.” You mumbled. Peter opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. You clearly had a rough day and he assumed you didn’t want to talk about whatever was bothering you.

“Tell me about your dimension.” Peter changed the subject. “What color is the sky?”

For the next few hours, you made small talk with Peter while he worked on the device. His personality was just like the Peter you knew, so much so that you had to restrain yourself from finishing his sentences. He made all the same jokes and quick remarks that your Peter made, which just made you miss your dimension even more. Before you knew it, the sun had set outside his dorm window.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize how late it got.” You laughed softly when you saw the time.

“It’s okay. I was about to call it a day anyway.” He yawned. “I won’t be very useful if I’m exhausted.”

“Thank you so much for working on it all day.” You told him. “I’m so glad I have someone to talk to about all of this.”

“Honestly, me too.” Peter told you. “Gwen thinks all this science stuff is stupid.”

“I hate that bitch.” You mumbled.

“What?”

“I said she probably just doesn’t understand it.” You answered.

“Yeah.” He sighed and looked at you fondly. “But you do.”

You stared at each other for a minute and for the first time all day, you felt normal. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought the Peter in front of you was from your dimension.

“You should get some sleep.” You said to break the silence. “I’ll go…um, I don’t know where I’m gonna go.”

“My roommate is out of town for the week. You could take his bed.” Peter offered.

“Won’t Gwen mind?” You rolled your eyes a little.

“She doesn’t have to know.” He shrugged.

“Okay.” You smiled softly. He smiled back and handed you some pajamas.

“I’ll probably be gone when you wake up because I have class, but I’ll be back after to continue working on it.” He told you.

“Okay. I’ll be here.”

“Okay. Goodnight.” He yawned and climbed into his bed.

“Good night, Peter.”

When you woke up the next day, the first thing you saw was pictures of Peter and Gwen taped to the side of his desk. His smile was different in the pictures, smaller than you remembered. You let out a huff and got out of his bed so you couldn’t see the pictures anymore. You threw on your clothes from the day before and left Peter’s dorm to get some air. You walked around the campus and hoped to avoid any reminders of your real dimension. That became difficult when you saw Peter and Gwen outside one of the buildings. When she leaned in to kiss him, you felt tears fall from your eyes. You let out sharp exhale of air, making Gwen and Peter look at you. You quickly turned around and walked away, but Peter followed.

“Y/n! Wait up!” He called after you, but you didn’t stop. He finally caught up to you and gently grabbed your arm to get you to stop.

“Hey.” He said gently. “Damn, you walk fast.”

“Yeah.” You mumbled as you kept your head low.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You shrugged and wiped your face. “I just want to go home.”

“I’m almost done with the device.” He tried to comfort you. “We can go back to my dorm now and finish it.”

“Yeah.” You sniffled. “Sure. Thanks.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.” You reiterated. “You should just go back to your girlfriend. Don’t worry about me.”

“Okay.” Peter said but didn’t leave. He could tell something was wrong and didn’t want to leave if you were upset.

“Do you and I know each other in your dimension?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah.” You admitted. “We do.”

“How?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Your voice cracked so you adverted your eyes.

“Please tell me.” He asked, sounding desperate. You looked at him for a minute before deciding that he should know the full truth.

“We’re together.” You told him. “You’re my boyfriend. Not hers.”

“What?” His eyes widened. “We’re together? You and me?”

“Yeah. We are. Then I come to this dimension to see my arch freaking nemesis dating the boy that I….” You trailed off when Peter gave you a confused look. You had never told him you loved him in your dimension, so you couldn’t say it now.

“It just sucks. It’s sucks to watch.” You sniffled. “But I can’t be mad at you for being with her because that’s just the way things are in this dimension. And that makes it suck even more because you don’t remember me but you’re the only person I want to talk to about this and I just….I miss you.”

“I’m right here.” Peter said as he put his hands on your shoulders.

“No you’re not.” You pushed him off. “You look like him and you act like him and sometimes, I even catch you staring at me the way he does. But you’re not him. You’re just a performance of him. You have the costume and the script but you’re still not him. And I miss him.”

“I’m still a version of him.” He tried to reason. “I’m still Peter.”

“Not my Peter.” You sighed sadly. “Not the one that l need right now.”

“I’m…I’m sorry.” Peter took a step back from you and looked down in defeat. “I wish I was the one you’re looking for. I wish things were different.”

“Yeah.” You nodded and wiped your face. “Me too.”

Before Peter could respond, Gwen joined his side and fixed the collar of his shirt. You looked up at the sky to avoid seeing her touch him and sucked in another breath.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asked as he looked between the two of you. Peter was staring at you while you tugged at your clothes to look busy.

“No.” Peter said finally. “We were just making a plan to study in my dorm, later. Right, Y/n?”

“Yeah.” You said flatly. “Right. I’ll see you later, Peter.”

“Wait, Y/n, don’t-“ Peter tried to get you to stay, but you were already gone.

You went back to Peter’s dorm later to get the device, only to find Gwen inside. You rolled your eyes and shut the door behind you, already not in the mood to deal with her.

“Oh. Hey. You made it.” Peter said, sounding relived.

“Y/n!” Gwen gushed as she went up to you. “Peter was just telling me that you spent the night here. You just not be used to how hot the boys dorms are. That’s probably why you look so sweaty.”

“Gwen.” Peter scolded.

“What?” She played dumb. “I would be a bad friend if I didn’t point it out. Girls have to support other girls.”

“She looks fine.” Peter said and gave you an apologetic smile.

“Right. Okay.” She laughed. “He also told me he leant you a pair of his pajamas to wear. That’s so funny. I can’t believe they fit you! Good thing they stretch, huh?”

Peter was about to scold her again, but you beat him to it.

“Gwen, I’ve had a really hard day, and I’m like two seconds from kicking you in the vagina. So unless you want my foot in your uterus, I advise you shut the fuck up.” You said flatly as you brushed past her. Peter put his hand over his mouth to conceal his laughter as Gwen let out a scream.

“Peter!” She stamped her foot. “Are you gonna let her speak to me like that?”

“We actually have a project that we need to work on.” Peter awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “Would you mind leaving me and Y/n alone for a little bit?”

Gwen stomped her foot again before storming out of the room. Peter gave you another apologetic smile, trying to make up for her behavior as well as your conversation from earlier.

“Um, here’s the device.” He said as he handed you the watch. “It’s fixed.”

“Thank God.” You sighed in relief. “I really have to get back.”

“Wait, before you go.” Peter took your hand before you could press the button. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“How did you and your Peter get together?” He asked. “The one in your dimension.”

“I don’t know. It just kinda happened.” You told him. “One day he was my best friend and suddenly, he wasn’t. He was more.”

“There’s a Y/n in this dimension.” Peter said without looking at you. “She’s in my pysch class. We don’t talk much.”

“You like her, don’t you?” You realized.

“No. I don’t.” He said quickly. “I can’t. I’m with Gwen.”

“Do you like Gwen?”

“Yeah.” He said weakly. “She’s popular. And she’s nice….sometimes. And she’s pretty.”

“What about her personality?” You asked. “Or the way she makes you feel?”

“I like that…less.l don’t know. I don’t think we’re right for each other. Plus, I’ve always kinda wondered about you. And if the Y/n in my dimension is anything like you…” He trailed off, looking guiltily at the floor.

“You should talk to me.” You told you. “Not me me. But, you know. You don’t have to be in a relationship if you don’t want to be. You deserve to be happy.”

“Yeah.” He smiled softly. “Whatever that means.”

“Thanks for fixing the device.” You held up the watch and gave him a grateful smile.

“Thanks for….everything else.” He replied. You leaned in to kiss his cheek before putting your finger on the red button.

“Bye, Peter.” You said and hit the red button. He watched you disappear into thin air and felt an emptiness settle inside him. Then, he went to Instagram, pulled up your account, and hit follow.

Meanwhile, you were flying back through time and space while hoping you wound up in the right dimension. Before you knew it, you landed on the floor with a hard thud. You slowly opened your eyes and looked around, recognizing the room you were in as the lab.

“Ah!” Bruce screamed. “Oh, you’re back.”

“Ah!” You stood up and held your hands up in fists. “State your name and business.”

“It’s Bruce.” He told you. “How did you get back here?”

“Peter fixed the device.” You said and handed the watch back to him.

“He did?” Bruce asked.

“I did?” Peter spoke up, making you jump.

“Peter!” You realized he was in the room for the first time and ran to him. You threw your arms around him and hugged him as hard as you could.

“I’m so sorry about the fight.” You said into his ear. “It was so stupid and all my fault.”

“It’s okay.” He rubbed your back and hugged you back. “I’m just glad you’re okay. Bruce and I have been going crazy trying to get you back.”

“He was going crazy.” Bruce corrected. “I was calmly looking through the dimensions.”

“Well I’m back now. And I have to tell you something.” You said as you took Peter’s hands in yours.

“Oh no.” His smile fell. “Did you meet a taller version of me in another dimension and decide to leave me for him?”

“No.” You laughed and shook your head. “I wanted to tell you that I love you. And in any timeline or dimension or universe, I’d find you and I’d love you.”

“I love you too.” Peter broke into a smile before hugging you again.

“Since you mentioned it,” you began as you squeezed him back, “the other dimension Peter is 5’10 so-“

“You keep that to yourself.” Peter cut you off.

Meanwhile, in another dimension far far away, one Peter got ready to go on patrol for the first time since Gwen Stacy died. As he slipped his mask over his face, your name flashed in his mind. A different Peter sat on the dorm bed you had slept in and played with the sheets between his fingers. He had been messaging your counterpart for the past few hours, but he didn’t feel satisfied.

She wasn’t what he wanted.

She wasn’t you.

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Rules of Submissions

What do we take?

We take fan made content that can easily be translated into a printed publication. This includes, but is not limited to;

Written Pieces, such as:

Fan Fiction (Ex: Felicity and Elizabeth kill Annabelle with a Banana: The Saga)

Original Character overviews and fiction (Ex: Meet My 1830s Character, Meet (insert your characters name))

Opinion pieces that do not target real individuals by name (Ex: “All the Reasons Collector Sarah is Evil and Terrible” would not be allowed. However, “This is Why I Don’t like Felicity Merriman,” “Why Kailey is the Best GOTY,” “AG Dolls with Heavy Makeup Make me Uncomfortable,” “Why You Should Support Corrinne,” and “Why Tenney Is Not That Bad” would be allowed.)

“Ranking” Articles (Ex: “All Of Kirsten’s Outfits Ranked,” “The Historicals: Ranked,” “My Least Favorite American Girl Outfits.”)

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Reviews of AG Books, TV shows, Stop Motion or Movies

Personal Posts (Ex: “Why I Collect AG,” “What AG means to me,” “Collecting while Black”)

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Art, such as:

Digital, or traditional fan art that can be mass printed without me needing a scanner (so a clear photo, or your willingness to give me copies of your work).

“How to Draws”

Showing off DIY Projects

Tips, Tricks and Instructions

Doll Repair Stories

Doll Repair How-Tos

Fake Ads for Ridiculous Doll Products

Photography (if you want your photo to be put into the magazine in a specific way that isn’t just printing it out, like it being a Polaroid taped into the zine, you will have to tell me and possibly provide the materials.)

FLAT extras (if you want to provide me with stickers, business cards, prints, bookmarks, etc to stick into the zine as an extra)

Activities, such as:

Riddles, Word Searches, Crosswords, Word Scrambles, Etc..

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The Advertising Column (Ex: Advertising your small business, account, or if you need donations)

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This is why I allow speculation and talking about rumors, but I don’t allow photos of leaked products. Publishing scans and retired content is a very grey area, but AG doesn’t often get angry at older, obscure content being posted.

Plagiarism and Stolen Content.

Again, this is rather grey, considering I will allow scans and retired content. However, I will never allow large portions of main series books (or popular books like the mystery series), recent content (2018 onwards) that hasn’t been “changed” in some way (making a Corrine collage would be okay, posting chapters of her book would not), other collector’s photos that haven’t been used with permission (stock photos are fair game), etc. Everything must be credited accordingly, and you must get permission if you use other collector’s work.

Bigoted Content and Elitism.

This zine will be open to all opinions, however I reserve the right to draw the line if your content is eye meltingly offensive. If your fan art has racist caricatures or is severely white washed, it will not be published.

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This includes content sexualizing American Girl Dolls, EXCESSIVE swearing (fine in moderation), DDLG (does not include age regressing as a coping mechanism) and any sort of k!nk, any sort of slurs (even in reclamation. I am autistic and cannot tell whether a slur is being used as reclamation or as a slur), g0re and trauma porn (With certain historical characters, there will be need to talk about hard subjects like police brutality, lynching, domestic violence, etc.. And that’s allowed. But it must be done tactfully and not for shock value.), and using the zine as some type of tindr. Just don’t be a weirdo.

Submissions that are not Predominantly in English.

For now. This is to keep the community safe, and make sure that all the content published in the zine follows the guidelines. I know quite a bit of Russian and Spanish, but I’m still not comfortable reviewing content in those languages. Maybe in the future we will have others who can vet content in other languages, and this will be updated to show that. Any dialect of English is acceptable, and you do not have to be fluent in English to submit. This publication does not condone racism, classism or ableism towards how someone may speak and write in English.

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If you submit your writing using highlighter yellow wingdings and are adamant that it be published using highlighter yellow wingdings, it’s not going to be published. Be respectful and pick a legible font for the body of your writing. Go crazy with the title and headers though.

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Don’t dox yourself!!! In sections like ISO, include a social media account you can be messaged on, and THEN go over sensitive details. Use your own judgement when including things like your city, state, PayPal/Venmo/Cashapp information, other social media accounts, your phone number, etc. Make sure that sensitive information such as your address is blurred or otherwise covered in photos you submit. If you’re still in grade school, please DO NOT tell us your school. I can’t catch everything, but I still reserve right to ask you to omit something!!

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American Girl is targeted at kids, and young people are allowed to submit. With this in mind, this is a publication aimed towards adult collectors, and may not always be kid friendly in its tone, language and content. If you are a young person looking to submit, please do not go behind your parents’ backs. I am a college student and don’t want to deal with your angry parents. I have my own parents to deal with. You know your rules, and if you go against your parents, you will not be allowed to submit anything until you turn 16, and I will have to block you. It may be harsh, but I’m saving your ass and my ass. Either don’t go against your parents, or be sneaky about it. Just don’t get me in trouble.

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If you are over the age of 16, you can submit to our zine very easily!!

We request that you include:

How you want to be credited

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Any specific instructions or wants as to how you want your piece to look in the magazine. (This includes if you have a font preference).

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The admins of this account are currently @kirstensleepey and @doll-collecting-aerialist, and you can reach out to us for questions. @kirstensleepey usually handles the design inquiries (if you want to help with that, talk to them!!) while I handle the technical and organizational stuff.

We have an email, which can be used for minors who wish to publish their work, lengthy inquiries, large files, and anything else. We ask that if you use our email, to keep it professional.

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(You don’t have to be professional on Tumblr/Discord lol)

Group Submissions.

Sometimes we will have prompts for the community to weigh in on that will get published!! This will either be done through a tumblr post (which is why you should follow us) or a google survey.

Will My Work Be Chosen?

It will never be our aim to be exclusionary, and we wish to give everyone the chance to have their thoughts seen. This is why we do not discriminate based on English fluency and dialect.

This is still a relatively small zine, so I wouldn’t worry about not getting chosen. I will literally make this 60 pages long if it means everyone gets their work published.

Not to mention that more submissions means more issues that we can make.. So please, submit to your hearts content.

We want to remain a relatively neutral zine, and will not lean towards one opinion or another, but we also do not tolerate any sort of bigotry. If you are a well known bigot, a TERF, p3d0, or elitist, we will not publish your work.

Influencers do not get special treatment. You have to pay for your copy like everyone else, or download a digital file of it. We will also never make a zine specifically about YOU due to your “influencer” status, and your work will not automatically become priority simply due to this status. You’re not special, you just have a lot of followers.

Will I Get Paid?

No. This is a purely voluntary, fandom made zine. Etsy costs cover shipping and supplies expense, and anything else benefits a charity AG is currently partnering with (AAPI Youth Rising, or Girls that Code as of Jan. 2022) or if a member of our dollblr community is in need (housing, rent, medical bills).

We might have some hiccups along the way, and may need to play with the price of the zine, but we promise to try and be as transparent as possible when it comes to what we’re doing with your money.

Why is this voluntary/unpaid?

For starters, we wish to keep the zine affordable, and we wish to follow the model of zines in the late 90s and early 2000s that were “scrappy” and community based, over making a profit.

There is also a mega grey area when it comes to the legality of profiting off of fandom work. With AG’s recent crackdowns on fandom content, I’d rather lay as low on the raydar as possible. I doubt they’ll be super angry with a $2.50 magazine.

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no, your life is not over because you didn’t achieve ____ by 18 or 21 or whenever: female edition

every post that talks about finding success at a later age than you expect is usually full of men, so let me switch up the narrative for y'all because I know society is much harsher on women as far as appearance & aging. you need to hear this. these are only a few examples that i can think of off the top of my head. <3

gwen stefani was 26 when no doubt’s breakthrough album came out, 28 when it blew up, and 34 when she began her solo career.

nicki minaj started to bubble behind the scenes at 26, and dropped pink friday right before her 28th birthday.

rina sawayama is 30 right now. her career is starting to bloom & she is poised to be a force of nature in music.

taraji p. henson was born in 1970 and didn’t appear in her first film until 2001, at the age of 31. it could be argued that “hustle and flow” was what really blew her up; this film came out when she was 35.

kerry washington was 35 in her first year as olivia pope, the role that would make her a household name.

christina hendricks gained the reputation of being one of the most desirable, smoldering, and talented actresses on television at the age of 38, when she was cast as joan holloway in mad men. she had been trying for many years prior to break into the industry with only minor successes here and there.

marilyn monroe’s breakthrough year was when she was 27. sadly when she was younger her attempts at career moves led her to be exploited, a symptom of the disgusting way girls & young women are treated in entertainment (and why it may be better to blow up later in life)

lizzo was 32 when “truth hurts” blew up even though she had released it at 29, and had been trying in the music industry for years.

vera wang got engaged at 39 and started her business at 40.

madonna’s career started to explode in her mid 20s, but she had been trying for 6+ years before that happened.

anna wintour worked as an editor for a penthouse-style magazine in her late 20s. she would not begin to work for vogue until 39.

jessica chastain appeared in her first film at 31.

sia was 39 when the world met her & embraced her as a solo artist.

leslie jones achieved fame as a comedienne at 45. when discussing life as a “late bloomer” in an interview, she said that she’s happy success came to her when it did, because when she was in her 20s she was not “nearly as confident, and damn sure not as funny” as she is now.

you NEED to learn to block out the bullshit if you want to be happy in life. nobody who tells you that you’re too old to accomplish any career or life goal is worth listening to. they are speaking from a place of fear and lack, which is the complete opposite of the mindset you need for success. everyone’s story is different, and no one else gets to write your story for you. the only way you can be stopped is if you sit around waiting for something to happen to you, or give up because you think it’s too late and you’re too old to make it happen.

you’re not “too old”. babe just go for it. maybe if you had achieved that goal at the age you wanted to, you would have been too immature, too insecure, too inexperienced, and you’d have fucked it up for yourself beyond the point of redemption. always remember...nothing that is meant for you will pass you.

#mine #self-help #self-love #self care #self confidence

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 3 years

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Hello!! sorry to bother you could write a ben 10 x reader? (the reader is kidnapped by vilgax and ben has to save her, after that ben and the reader has an argument) please, i love your fics!!

Storm Before The Calm

Pairing: Pre-Established; Ben Tennyson x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.4k words

A/N: I changed up the request a bit (I figured it shouldn't matter which villain was used here) also I was planning to have this as sort of a damsel in distress situation but after having a chat with some boys pigs I decided a self indulgant badass reader was right up my alley

Additional A/N: I have a math exam on Thursday and I cannot focus for the life of me. So, I decided to finish up one of my drafts. Now hopefully I'll be able to work like a robot for the next week, after satisfying my creative side. Also, this fic was super self indulgant.

"I trust Ben.” You did. With your entire being.

Kevin chuckled from beside you, “Yeah, try saying that without cracking the fillings in your teeth and maybe we’ll believe you.”

His words caused you to relax, only then realizing how hard your jaw was clenched in fury. Gwen sighed in disappointment and for a second you wanted to defend her cousin and your boyfriend. Until you realized that he deserved every bit of unbridled anger coming to him.

“I trust him. Doesn’t mean I’m not mad at him.”

Your hands were balled into tight fists and even though you wanted to take your eyes off the television screen and take a warm bath, you also for some reason couldn’t stop yourself from watching it.

Like you were afraid something would happen when your eyes were off the screen for even a second. Maybe you didn’t trust him.

But honestly how could you, you were currently watching your boyfriend relax in a hot tub with Jennifer Nocturne and the sight was enough to send bile up your throat.

Ben wasn’t returning any of her advances, but he wasn’t stopping her either. And the thought made you sick to your stomach. You knew Ben was faithful and you knew he would never cheat on you but watching how the Hollywood starlet continued to hang off him sent waves of jealousy through you.

Not to mention anger at the fact that he wasn’t doing anything to stop her. When he got back, you were going to wring his neck.

Trusting him was getting harder with Gwen constantly insisting that you dump him.

Honestly, you wondered how that girl even kept a relationship.

When Ben eventually came home, all the entertainment channels were still talking about the two of them and the well-known picture of Jennifer Nocturne kissing him was circulating about. Each time you looked at that image, you wanted to shoot an arrow at the TV.

As time went by, your anger slowly fizzled out. You were unable to maintain your rage at Ben, quickly getting a headache and feeling tired of trying to maintain negative emotions. Even then, you couldn't push down the uneasy feeling in your heart that seized your stomach.

You kept expecting a text message from Ben, an apology call but as the night proceeded you understood that he was having way too much fun with another woman to even think about how you must be feeling.

The thought of that made you want to go back home and crawl underneath the covers, hiding away from the rest of the world.

But Gwen was persistent and any time you tried to wiggle away from the pair of them and go home, she insisted that you stay and make sure Ben knew how upset he made you tonight.

You were more than happy to give your boyfriend the cold shoulder until he apologized rather than have to confront him. That was just how your relationship with Ben worked. Neither of you were the type to lose your tempers and yell and scream at each other.

Although you were worried what would come out of this. Would you be able to peacefully discuss your feelings and then come to some sort of conclusion civilly? Seems too good to be true honestly.

Even then you waited until Ben came home, listening to Gwen and Kevin about how you should rip the band aid off and get everything off your chest rather than ignore him for a couple of days until the two of you got bored.

Usually, the latter would work but you had an inkling that it wouldn't be the solution for this particular argument because if you didn't communicate your emotions then he would never know how you felt about it.

So, even though your stomach filled with anxiety and sadness as the hours passed, you still didn't leave, determined to talk to him about it.

Your jaw was clenched tight when he finally did come back home, utterly relaxed and even happy like he wasn't just curled up against some Hollywood starlet while his girlfriend was watching it on E!

"I'm really upset with you." You ground out when Kevin and Gwen left, not knowing how else to start the conversation.

"What for?"

You didn't reply, picking up the remote and flicking to a gossip channel, then a news channel, then an interview show and all of them had the picture of Ben Tennyson and Jennifer Nocturne locking lips.

Ben winced, "She kissed me! I didn't even return it."

You still refused to look at you, crossing your arms aggressively, "Uh huh and what was today all about?"

"It's just publicity. Jennifer thinks that it'll help with my career."

You scoffed, "What career?"

Ben's back tensed up and he turned to give you a stiff expression, "I'm a superhero. I've saved the universe a thousand times and now that I'm finally getting recognition for it, you want to be petty?"

"Petty? You think I'm being petty? Well forgive me for getting upset after watching my boyfriend curl up to some other woman in a hot tub for the last five hours!" You bit, standing up from the couch.

"It wasn't like that! Stop blowing everything out of proportion!"

"No, you stop pretending like this isn't a big deal! Ever since your secret got out you've been acting like an ass and since meeting that blonde rat it's only gone through your head more!" You shouted, clenching your hands at your sides. How could he not see your side of this?

"Well shouldn't I get to enjoy my life once in a while?! I'm the one saving the planet constantly! I'm the one with constant death threats and near death experiences every other week! Shouldn't I get some attention for it?! God knows I don't get any from you!" He yelled back and you grit your teeth.

"Don't forget that while you were out there risking your life, we were right beside you!"

"Oh, so that's what it is, you're jealous that everyone thinks of you as the sidekick!"

"That is so NOT what this is about!"

"Oh really? Because it sounds like you're jealous because you're not getting attention by mooching off of me!"

Your eyes widened in shock. Mooching? Did he seriously think that you risked your life alongside him every day to help other people and more importantly, keep him safe, for attention?

Your body trembled, outraged and you didn't say another word, leaving his house in a rush and slamming the door behind you.

You needed something to hit.

***

Your body pumped with adrenaline and anger, muscles itching to be used as you sauntered through the old and run-down factory with reckless abandon. You briefly wondered whether you should've told Gwen or Kevin you were going there but then decided against it, pride and anger too great.

Any doubts or hesitation you had disappeared when you saw Vulkanus, standing tall and broad in his metal suit. And as per usual, he had his herd of minions doing his physical labour.

"If it isn't the Plumber's sweetheart." He drawled once he noticed you. You didn't bother with the stealth, leaving the door wide open behind you and letting the sunlight seep in. If he knew what was good for him, then this would be over quick.

"Hello Vulkanus." You greeted politely and he rolled his eyes. Of all people, he knew just how misleading your innocence was.

"Where's the cavalry?"

"Just me today." You answered and for a second you were confused by your own confidence. Maybe you were taking this just a little too easy. Oh well, that was another thing you could blame your pig-headed boyfriend for.

"Well then, this is going to be easier than I thought. Hope you said goodbye to your boyfriend, sweetheart." He rasped out and the corner of your mouth twitched into a smirk. Without another word, you raised your arms, feeling the familiar heat of fire in the palm of your hand before chucking it at him.

Just as you knew he would, he sent his minions towards you first. They were embarrassingly unskilled but the problem came in numbers. They swarmed around you like ants and you felt yourself getting irritated at the clicking sound they were making.

Unfortunately for Vulkanus his make-shift factory was right beside a dam which gave you an endless supply of the elements to work with.

Summoning all the water you could manoeuvre, you pulled it into the factory, shattering the windows along with it and flooding the room. It only took a few flicks of your wrist to create a whirlpool in the centre, knocking all the workers off their feet.

You stiffened your hands, curling in your fingers and the temperature dropped, the water solidifying with each second until all of them were encased in ice. Another flick of the wrist had the path clearing between you and Vulkanus, who was still warm.

"You-You're sparing me?" He asked, confused and a dry laugh left you.

"Not at all," You sang, eyes turning dark, "I'm giving you special treatment."

Vulkanus bounded towards you, holding his mallet high and you swiftly dodged, using water on the floor to slide quickly. He crashed into the engine of one of his machines, the fuel tank exploding and spewing fowl smelling petrol onto the floor.

It floated above the level of water and began surrounding both of you.

He once again came at you, letting out a roar and you used the water to sink through the crevices of his suit, freezing it from within and you heard the satisfying sound of his suit cracking.

Just a little more strength and forcing a gust of air through the cracks had it falling apart and his frail body fell out of its metal encasing.

"You'll pay for this! You big bully!"

"Thanks for the fun time today, Vulkanus." You smiled, strutting to the door just as confidently as you came in. Even though your body was burning from the workout and you could barely breathe, you still couldn't get over the high.

Before leaving the building, you turned around to see him still glaring at you from his place on the floor.

"Oh, I should probably free your minions, right?" You commented, eyes flickering between the ones still encased in ice and the floor that was still flooded with water and petrol.

You let out a fake sigh, "I guess I'll be nice today," You winked at Vulkanus, "Thanks for the playdate, sweetheart."

His eyes widened when you blew a kiss to him, watching in fear as you ignited a flare in your palm and blew it towards him before turning around and using the wind to slam the doors behind you. When you were just a few feet away you heard the place blow apart.

Slowly, the adrenaline began melting and the blood rushing through your ears was much more audible. You were panting, tired from the exercise and the thought of calling Kevin to come and pick you up. Or maybe even Ben. You were calm enough now to have a conversation with him.

When you pulled your phone out of your pocket you felt a hand on your shoulder and spun around to meet eyes with Captain Nemesis. For a brief second you were wondering if he was here to invite you to some inane party or even to tell you that Ben was at one.

Although you hardly looked the part, you were sweating and your face was probably red and blotchy.

"Can I help you?" You asked, taking a step back, he was a little too close to you and the look in his eye freaked you out.

"As a matter of fact, you can." He said, "You see I'm arranging a little stunt for Ben Tennyson. An opportunity if you will, to showcase some of his heroism."

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him. The last thing you wanted to do was feed Ben's ego at the moment.

"With all due respect, I don't really think I'm up for a damsel in distress routine right now, Captain, I'd rather just get home. And If you take another step towards me, I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine." You snapped and he backed off obediently, raising his hands in a form of surrender.

"That's too bad." He mused and you turned away from him, intent on walking back home or even calling a cab. Anything to get away from this creep faster.

"Too bad you don't really have a choice."

You felt his hand on your bare shoulder again but before you could even react you felt volts of electricity rush through you. You gasped painfully, feeling fire through your veins before everything started to hurt.

White burned in your vision and colours started to blur together as your eyes filled with tears. Your body crumbled, falling forward and Captain Nemesis caught you.

Right before your consciousness slipped away you heard him say something.

"For your sake, you better hope that Ben Tennyson is as great as those gossip channels make him out to be."

***

When you felt yourself regaining consciousness, you could feel your weight pulling down and also couldn't feel the ground. This had your eyes snapping open, regardless of how dizzy you were and how many dots were in your vision.

You hazily made out the venue, Nemesis Tower, before recognize the blonde woman tied up beside you. It didn't take long before you realized she was tied to the other end of the rope, suspended through mid-air just like you.

This was no doubt going to be some sort of deathly choice.

You noticed when Ben came in, turning into Ultimate Humangasaur. He looked furious, like you've never seen him before and you knew it was because Ben was certain he'd teach him a lesson today.

"Where's (Y/N)." He all but growled and your heart soared. You didn't realize how much you missed him until now, everything from before was forgotten.

"Right up there. And so is Jennifer." He replied, still smug despite the way Ben was pining him to the ground by his throat. Ben followed his gaze to meet your eyes and you took a deep breathe, bracing yourself.

A selfish part of you wanted to stay and see what Ben would do, would he save you even though Jennifer was a civilian and world famous?

Even then you figured that you shouldn't risk anyone's life for petty jealousy, so you took a deep breath, blowing it out through your mouth and watching as a gust of wind blew past, the pressure making you swing.

You swung a few feet back, letting your body fall a little before blowing again. Once you gained enough momentum, you looked up to the rope tying the two of you together and spitting fire at it, falling at an angle. You briefly heard Jennifer scream and revelled in her karma for a hot second.

On your way down, you quickly burnt off the rest of the ropes, bringing a pool of water to crystallize into a makeshift slide as you slide on your knees across the floor, just in time to catch Jennifer in your arms.

Your knees stung as they scraped across the concrete and the wind was knocked out of you when the woman fell into your form.

She gasped and her eyes that was screwed shut gently fluttered open. Up close you could understand why everyone was in love with her. Even then you couldn't spare her any concern.

You quickly pushed her out of your arms, noticing Gwen and Kevin staring at you in awe when you stood up. You cracked your knuckles, making your way over to the older man with a scowl.

"For your sake, you better hope that I'm just as weak as you think I am. Spoiler alert, I'm not."

Ben spared a small smile at you but you couldn't feel anything aside from hot fury. You felt water surge beneath your fingers and threw it at him, pulling up a wall of earth to block his blasts.

Your boyfriend immediately began fighting alongside you and your bodies fell into a familiar rhythm. Even though there was a crazed narcissist trying to kill you, you felt safe beside Ben.

It wasn't long before the four of you managed to overpower him, rendering his armour useless until he was defeated, lying pathetically on the ground.

You walked up to him and your lips twisted into an unimpressed frown when you noticed the way he had the audacity to glare at you. Without a second word, you raised your leg and kicked him right between the legs.

"I always keep my promises, Captain."

Kevin began laughing behind you and Ben cringed.

Finally, when you turned to meet Ben, now de-transformed, all the fight left your body and you relaxed. He looked apologetic and you let him approach you.

His arms wrapped around your waist and you leaned into him, breathing the familiar scent of his deodorant and snaking your arms under his jacket to fist his T-shirt.

He sighed into your hair, arms tightening around your body, "I'm sorry. For being an ass to you and saying all those horrible things, I was being an idiot and you deserve an apology."

You didn't move, not pulling away from the way your forehead was pressed against the length of his neck, "Thank you for coming to save me."

"Didn't look like you needed much help." He chuckled and you felt happy hearing the pride in his voice.

"I missed you." You murmured, holding him a little tighter and he turned his head to kiss your forehead gently. And just like that, everything was right in the world. Just as long as you were in each other's arms.

"I love you."

You heard the click of a camera and your head snapped up to see a herd of cameramen and reporters along with a couple of police cars. Ben laughed nervously beside you, "I guess we won't have to worry about another actress coming between us."

You gave him an unimpressed frown and he just smiled, leaning to peck your lips and you heard the crowd of reporters’ gasp and heard the shutters of cameras before they began shouting questions at you.

You pulled away from him when you saw Jennifer Nocturne make her way towards you. You figured she wanted to snuggle up to Ben now that the cameras were filming.

Instead, she walked right up to you, hugging you tightly and your arms flailed pathetically beside her, unsure of what to do, "You saved my life! I don't know how to thank you!"

She pulled away for just a second before pressing a kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened in alarm and the shutters began once again and flashes practically blinded you.

"Huh, so that's what that feels like." Ben murmured when she pulled away from you. Kevin was smirking beside him, satisfied that he got a taste of his own medicine and Gwen was just in shock.

Ben felt his stomach turn at the sight of Jennifer’s lipstick on your mouth and you were unsure whether you should feel repulsed or cocky.

But as you wiped the pigment off your lips and curled back into Ben's side you couldn't feel anything other than your burning muscles and your drooping eyelids.

You squinted because of the bright lights, feeling a headache grow as the exhaustion from before crept up on you again. After 2 fights and a kidnapping today, there was nothing more you wanted than a nap.

"Wanna go home?" Your ever observant boyfriend asked just as the nausea started to kick in. You nodded and he guided you away from the reporters to his car.

He gently placed you into the front seat, shielding your head as you got in to prevent you from hitting it against the hood before buckling your seatbelt, watching carefully as you drifted into a sound sleep.

Ben heard everyone behind him swoon as he lovingly placed a kiss to your knuckles and then climbed into the seat beside you, sparing you one last warm glance before starting the car and driving away.

He'd definitely notice the shy smile on your face when you saw that Ben kissing you was on the front page of a magazine.

And you'd notice the jealous scowl he'd have when he saw that Jennifer kissing you was on the front page of another.

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A Lifetime Apart [1/3]

Artwork by the lovely @gwen-ever

Relationship: Thorin x OC

Summary: Thorin meets his One while still a young prince in Erebor, but their lives are torn apart by their families and the arrival of Smaug.

Based on Alice Tynan’s interview with Richard Armitage in ‘The Vine,’ this fic was inspired by @gwen-ever’s wonderful art for the @tolkienrsb 2021!

Warnings: Angst. Seriously guys, this is really angsty, get your tissues ready. (gwen and I are not sorry lol)

Rating: T

As always, the fic can be read on AO3.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

There is a room in Erebor, a secret place where once their love bloomed in peace. All the memories of that place, where he held her and worshipped her with his lips, were forever engraved in his mind. It was there that, after months of struggling with his feelings, he had realized she was his One.

All Dwarves know that Mahal sometimes creates two of his children from the same stone, bonding them for life. Of course, not all Dwarves marry. Even those granted this honour by their Maker do not always choose to marry, for some value friendship above all other bonds, while others devote themselves to their craft. Still, as a young boy, Thorin had hoped Mahal would deem him worthy, and every night he had dreamt of the moment he would meet his One, conjuring their likeness like an artist who paints a picture and gives it life.

He had also wondered what it would feel like to meet his One. Would he know immediately? And how would he know? Perhaps it would be like in those romance novels his sister liked so much. A tender, all-consuming look from across the room, silently reassuring the other that they had found each other at last.

Perhaps due to long hours in the council chamber, Thorin had become more of a realist as the years went on. He always had to be on his guard, and he learned quickly that he could not trust his desires, for they could be manipulated by advisors and enemies alike. Romanticism was fine for artists but not for princes. The idea of a destined love became no more than a child’s fanciful dream, and Thorin grew gradually less opposed to the concept of an arranged marriage until the thought of it did not bother him at all. After all, his parents had been married for a political alliance and had still grown to care for each other. Thorin knew he would do the same.

At least, that was what he had told himself before he met Rúna, his dear Rúna.

He did not know immediately that she was his One, but from the moment their gazes met, he knew he would never again be the same. Her presence had so bewitched him that he had not realized he was walking toward her until she stood right in front of him. Then, stumbling over his every word, he had thought himself defeated, oblivious to the fact that she felt the same indescribable pull toward him.

“Thorin, at your service,” had been his first words to her.

“Rúna, daughter of Ragni, your highness,” she had replied with a curtsy, enchanting him all the more with her melodious voice.

“I hope you are having a pleasant time, Lady Rúna.” Already, he had loved the way her name rolled off his tongue.

“More pleasant than you, at least, seeing as you have found nothing better to do than stare at me from across the room,” she had replied teasingly.

Blushing furiously, he had attempted to remain formal and composed but, ultimately, had failed miserably. “I had hoped that would go unnoticed, or at the very least, that you would humour me and pretend like nothing had transpired. And just because I was watching you does not mean I am not having a pleasant time. On the contrary, my spirits were lifted by the sight of your fairness.”

Thorin could still remember the beautiful blush that had painted her cheeks. “Forgive me,” he had said hastily. “I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I did not say I did not enjoy it,” she had replied with the most enchanting smirk.

That was how their conversations usually unfolded. Thorin, who always prided himself on being in control and always knowing what to say, would find himself barely able to think. He blamed her low-cut gowns and the redness of her lips for that.

They soon became inseparable. Every day, they would meet in their secret room, a haven where they shared stolen kisses and soft caresses. Âzyungel, she would call him, for she, too, had accepted Mahal’s will. She had accepted Thorin as hers, and in those moments, both of them had believed nothing would ever separate them, for they were destined to be together.

Deep in the caverns of his mind, a voice called out to Thorin, warning him against the intensity of his passion, but he did not listen. He found himself thinking of her at the most inappropriate times, and she haunted the nights he wished he could spend with her. When he closed his eyes, he saw her smile and heard her laughter, clearer than the soft splashing of water against limestone rocks.

What would it be like to spend his whole life with her, his Rúna?

Thorin thought with utter surety that he would soon know when they announced to their families their intent to wed. At first, everyone was overjoyed. Rúna came from a wealthy and respectable family, so the king had no objections to his grandson’s choice — not that any of that mattered to the couple. Ale and Dorwinion wine flowed freely as the news travelled through the mountain. The prince had chosen his princess.

Thorin and Rúna welcomed their families’ approval, but they secretly longed to be alone once more. When at last they found themselves in the comfort of Thorin’s chambers, they drank some more wine between languid kisses, committing the moment to memory. Fingers braided hair then caressed the skin they hastily revealed, their cheeks tainted with the soft glow of love.

That night, like their hearts forever bound, their bodies became one. Thorin was gentle, attentive to her every need, and even afterwards, he continued to bathe her in tenderness, scattering kisses all over her skin as they murmured promises of eternal love to each other, bodies entangled.

Rúna fell asleep to the soft lullaby of his heartbeat beneath her cheek, and though she never doubted for a second his sincerity and devotion, those promises were never fulfilled.

Rúna knew they should have been patient, and although she was usually very sensible, she had not known how to resist her handsome prince, especially not when his body had promised her glorious passion, now and for the rest of their lives. Besides, it was not as though premarital relations were unheard of. However, princes had to follow much stricter rules. And these rules had been carelessly ignored. And as the days went on, Rúna knew she would not have the luxury of keeping their transgression a secret, for inside her bloomed the product of her and Thorin’s love, but also the cause of their demise.

Even if it had not been for her growing belly, her morning sickness and alarmingly fluctuating moods would have given her away. And they did. She had never seen her parents so furious, and their disappointment pierced her heart. Her father shouted about her stained reputation and their ruined bloodline, leaving her in tears as she tried to scramble away in search of Thorin even as she knew it was hopeless.

She knew they would separate them.

King Thror, with the support of Thorin’s parents, banished Rúna from Erebor, never to see her beloved again. She tried to fight them, indignation festered inside her like a poisoned wound, the unattainable promise of Thorin’s love shattering her heart into a million pieces, but it was hopeless.

They did not inform Thorin of this, for it was their firm intention never to let him know about the bastard child. Instead, they told him she was bedridden while they conjured up a more permanent plan. And so, unaware that his One had been taken from him, Thorin brought flowers to Rúna’s door every day. He hated every moment he was forced to spend away from her — it felt unnatural — but he consoled himself by thinking that they would spend their whole lives together.

Then the dragon came.

Thorin had been out hunting in the woods with his siblings when a strong wind began to rattle the treetops. Then a roar like thunder split the sky, and the blood of Thorin’s veins froze when he heard a shout from afar.

“Dragon!”

Rúna.

Without so much as a glance at his companions, Thorin bolted toward the mountain, fear clogging his throat.

Refusing to believe this was real, he did not even stop when the gates loomed above him, riddled in flames, but the screams piercing his ears grounded him to the bitterness of reality. The air was wrought with the stench of burning flesh and the sorrow of a broken people. All around him, children cried in fright, and mothers wept while the distant ringing of useless steel announced their defeat.

No help came from the Elves that day, nor any day since; a betrayal Thorin never forgot. Even if there had been survivors still clawing for breath inside the mountain, they had no means to reach them.

Rúna.

Thorin searched for her everywhere, shouting her name until his lungs burned, but when the moon appeared, and she was still nowhere to be found, Thorin knew it was hopeless. Grief crashed over him like a hurricane.

He had lost her.

He wanted to tear the sky open and demand retribution from Mahal himself, but all his remaining strength he used to remain on his feet. He had to be strong for his people — what remained of them. His family had miraculously survived, but even that could not have filled the gaping hole where his heart had once beat.

Rúna, his dear Rúna. The memory of her lips against his turned to ash in his mouth. When he had last kissed her and held her, he had done so thinking he would have a lifetime to keep loving her. But she was now no more than a memory.

He forced himself not to think of that, for his people needed him now more than ever. Only once he was finally alone did he let his tears run free, and all through the night, he sobbed into his pillow, his only comfort the memories of their secret room, untouched by fire and blood. Thorin held onto those memories all through the years, never forgetting, never forgiving.

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Khuzdul translations:

Âzyungêl: Love of Loves (used here to refer to the Dwarven belief in a single, destined soulmate)

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