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griffinborn · 11 months

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Ok I get where everyone is coming from when they see the design of Pavitr ‘Pav’ Prabhakar aka Indian SpiderMan as an expression of gender queerness, but let me be frank this is very typical Indian male costuming.

Even the toxic masculine patriarchal men have similar stylistic expressions or to be be more precise this is a traditional/historical/ye olde male aesthetic.

Having said that I love what design elements are being used here. So…

Let's take it from the top.

The FACE MASK

The Three Colors surrounding the eyes are typical spider man colours but they are done to evoke the image the traditional makeup done for the ancient dance art Kathakali. In which the whole face is painted and bold lines are drawn to emphasise/exaggerate the eyes. These eye mask lines are usually thin - bold-thin.

Same with the white lines on the cheek bones which are indicative of tusks or pincers of demons or Animorphs in folklore/myths.

The white dot in the centre of the forehead is the most common Hindu motif, expressed in myriad of ways all over the country .

The ARM/LEG BANDS/CUFFS

The bicep cuff is a part of Indian historic armour - made of malleable metal, its bejewelled ornate counterparts were then worn in day to day life. Here in the north Royals still wear it during big ceremonies. These metal bands are generally worn by warriors.

bangles (metal circles worn at wrists) are an important male accessory and are more daily wear even in present modern times, some religions (Sikh,Jain etc.) require the males to always wear one at all times. The ones on the suit were more in the shape of wrist guards which again were an armour accessory. In Indian male clothing the cuffs are usually emphasised.

Due to traditional male footwear being sandals metal ankle cuffs were employed to guard the shins and were worn during wars while thinner bands - ornamental accessories - were worn in daily wear.

There are so many other things I want to elaborate on like: The PATTERNS/LOGO,The LEG GARMENT (??!)(what’s the collective term for clothes for legs?), The Cat’s Cradle swinging/body animation ; but my ADHD is already acting up so imma leave this here.

SIDE NOTE:

I love how the heel and toes are bare in this design. It makes sense from the spider powers perspective - no barrier in contact allows for better manoeuvring and jump control as is seen in gymnastics. But also because in Hindu culture important tasks including some traditional sports require the removal of footwear and getting feet dirty is not discouraged (of course with an adherence to washing of the feet multiple times in a day)

I also loved how incorporated his wrist guard is in his spider style using it as a toy and a tool. This aspect of making use of something in a completely different way was so desi ‘Jugaad’ I was stunned.

#spiderman atsv #across the spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #desi #design #letting my inner design nerd out #Indian warfare was my special interest #If you haven’t guessed by now #astv #desi experience #sony spiderverse #into the spider verse #Desi spiderman #indian spiderman

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popquizhot-shot · 10 months

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EVERYTHING IS FINE- Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

this is it. angsty asf. bittersweet ending it’s sad people. tw: infidelity. based on my most recent post. please comment i’m literally begging you and tell me how you like it<3

In the depths of your heart, you already know. Your Miguel is not yours anymore.

You remember the stolen glances between him and Dana where you pretended not to notice the palpable tension between the three of you amidst the throng of about ten other people in the house.

It was a nice dinner that you’d planned, after spending almost a week away because of your actual job as well as your little side gig that was being a part of spider society.

But fifteen minutes into the little shin-dig and you get a call from none other than your boss. Not the nice one who showed you the ropes when you first joined and provided you with hours of mentorship. The bitch that was a variant of your husband was currently floating above your watch as you glared at him in the bathroom.

“We need you.”

“Not today.”

“It’s an emergency.”

“It’s always an emergency.” you roll your eyes.

“Look this was unplanned, you think my life’s aim is to torment you?”

“Kind of.” you nod and he groans, “Give me twenty minutes.”

——

At the end of twenty minutes, you storm out of your house as quietly as you can, yes it’s an oxymoron but you’re pissed off.

At Miguel, at your husband, at yourself.

Your mother always said that you were one to pity yourself, even when every bad thing that happened was the result of your own actions. All your life you’ve disagreed, but now you think that maybe your mother was probably right.

None of this would have happened if you’d just said no. No to Dana making her way into your marriage to her guy best friend and co-worker.No to the variant of him with fangs and red eyes and No to your own urge of fucking things up because you wanted to see what happened. If maybe what your heart felt was wrong. That there was nothing wrong with you and Miguel, that he still loved you.

You let out a shaky breath and open a portal from an alleyway behind your apartment building. The purple hue reflects onto your face. No, you weren’t a spider. Just a traveller that stumped your boss and changed his perception of everything he knew about the multiverse.

The man himself nodded at you as you stepped onto the platform he was standing on, looking back to the holo of what looked like a rogue Doc Ock, Goblin and another Spiderman.

“What, now we have evil spidermen? Isn’t that breaking the canon?” you raise an eyebrow.

“That’s the thing. There’s no canon event broken. He was meant to be a villain. Yet, I’ve never heard of him, or of this universe.”

You look at him like he’s just told you that he used to be a stripper in college and all his money came from his side-gig, “I’m sorry, what? The all powerful Miguel O’Hara with the pixel suit doesn’t know of the existence of a universe?”

“You’re being real helpful right now.” he grumbles.

“Thank you, I knew you’d appreciate the help.”

——

The house is quiet when you walk in, evidently everyone has left. The kitchen has been cleaned and the lights are off.

He’d always been your biggest supporter. Always so humble even though he had a high position and a fat paycheck, always telling you to let him help you. Doing some of your work for you when you were busy.

The bedroom door creaked a little as you enter, the sound of your loves breathing makes you crack a small smile. His hulking figure curled up and moving up and down. His face slack.

God he was so beautiful.

You shed your clothes and go through your night routine as fast as you can. Brushing your teeth and scrubbing your face. Cursing the pimples that always make their way onto your forehead at the wrong time.

The mattress squeaks as you get on, slowly wrapping your hands around his body. He stirs and looks up at you, his eyes softening. He’d been drinking, you can tell. He hasn’t looked at you like this for a while.

“Hi.” his hands cup your face and you smile softly as you kiss his rough palm. Your own covering his.

“Sorry I disturbed you. Thank you for cleaning up.” your hands mirror his actions, thumbs caressing his cheekbones.

He answers you with a soft kiss. And then another. And his hands are travelling down to pull you to him. Engulfing you as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. Your hands move to play with his hair as he drifted back to sleep.

You close your eyes and pretend that everything is fine. That the lipstick stain on his shirt in the laundry basket wasn’t the same as Dana’s.

———

“Are you fucking dumb?” O’Hara seethes, as he disinfects the gash at the bottom of your neck.

“It’s just a graze, i’m fine.” you grumble, “it’s not like anyone’s gonna care if i die.”

“No, just shut your mouth. Stop talking like you’re some martyr. There are plenty of people here who would miss you.”

“Miguel, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.” you chuckle, “i get it-

“No, you don’t. actually, you don’t get it. the woman i loved died, and she’s gone and i’d do anything to have her back, and you’re so convinced that if you died your own fucking husband wouldn’t want to die too? Stop acting like you’re expendable.” his eyes glow and yours widen, “This may come as a surprise to you, but people care.”

You gulp, “Sorry.”

He grumbles under his breath as he sprays the wound with bacta so it heals faster. Apologising when you wince.

You look at his concentrated face that is focused on wrapping the bandage around your shoulder and the bottom of your neck. His face is mere inches from yours. He is the splitting image of your husband, save from the red eyes and fangs. But this close you can see the differences, his eyebrows are a tad thicker and his ears are smaller.

He is harder and his words are sharp. Your love is soft and quiet. Mean when he has to be, but kinder. More open.

More loving. Yes. He’s more loving and he loves you.

You look away and focus on the ceiling. You don’t see his eyes watching your face. Eyes filled with sadness and want.

——

“Dana, here. Have some tea.” you pour a cup for the woman sitting next to Miguel at the table. At your spot.

Is it toxic to think that maybe you want her to choke on her tea?

She’d started to carpool with Miguel a few months ago , seeing as they worked together and were on the same team, it was more efficient and made more sense.

You didn’t want to seem like a toxic wife so you nodded and agreed, because you were secure in your relationship with your husband.

“Thank you.” she says your name with a wide smile as she sips the tea, “Amazing, as always.”

“I know right, she makes amazing tea.” he smiles at her and raises an eyebrow. Dana snorts.

You look between the pair trying to hide their smiles, “Did I miss something?” an awkward smile makes its way onto your face.

“Inside joke, you wouldn’t get it. It’s a scientist thing. I don’t think your writer brain could handle it.” Dana waves you away as if you’re a fucking waiter and you bristle.

But what drives it home is that Miguel laughs out loud when she says that. His hair flops onto his forehead and Dana fixes it for him, her hands running through this hair.

You fight the urge to break a plate on her head but you know it’ll be fruitless. Because your husband will take her side.

Maybe you’re just being dramatic. Maybe the tears you’re trying to hide as you make breakfast are unwarranted and you can’t take a joke.

Everything is fine.

You call out to them from the kitchen, telling them you’re going to be late and his voice is brighter when he says, “Okay, honey.”

—————

“You okay?”

“I’m fine, boss.”

“You look dead.”

“Your eyes bags suggest the same.”

“You’re hilarious.” O’Hara smirks

“Thank you.” you take a sip of the beer he’d passed.

It was late, far past dinner time. And the both of you had taken time to go over the record of what anomalies were most common and key weaknesses in most villains.

“But seriously, are you okay?”

You gulp, “Tell me about your wife. Please.”

He blanches, and then looks at the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Well, where to begin?” he turns to face you, “She…was a writer, she had her own business. She loved sunflowers because they faced each other when the sun wasn’t in the sky.” he smiles sadly, “she was terrified of frogs and dead fish. And she hated onions. The pickiest fucking eater.” he shakes his head and chuckles.

“She sounds sweet.” you know she was variant of you, Miguel had shown you the web of life and in every universe there was version of you that made their way into his life. It was beautiful, honestly.

“She had short hair, and her smile. God, it could make anyone’s day better.” he rested his head on his hand and looked at the hologram shining in front of the both of you.

“She sounds like a dream.” you reply.

“She was.” he nods.

“Hey would you mind bringing up a live of my house?” you ask.

“Why?”

“Humour me, will you?”

He grumbles and a hologram showing your universe pops up, on the screen is your living room. And Miguel freezes when he sees the scene before him.

He sees himself kiss Dana. The version of him who is married, is kissing his co-worker. He’s taking her in his arms and nuzzling her nose. He’s pecking her cheeks and tickling her like she’s his wife.

Like he’s in love with her.

“I love you.” his voice echoes throughout the room. And Dana says it back.

His head whips to look at you. You don’t look surprised, rather, you look defeated. You breathe out like it’s a finality. Your beautiful beautiful eyes transfixed on offending scene in front of you.

Before anything else happens, he shuts it off. Immediately turning to look at your frozen form, “Hey, you with me?”

You shake your head and smile. Eyes still fixed onto where the hologram was, “I’m fine.” Tears fall down your cheeks as your mouth quivers, “I’m okay. Everyday he comes back around this time. And they carpool. I told him I’d be late today. Just after I made them tea and they laughed at an inside joke amongst themselves.”

His eyes widens, “Oh honey.” his moves to hug you and you let out an ugly sob, “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“I knew it.” you say into his chest, “I’m so fucking stupid.”

His hand pats your back, “You’re not stupid.”

“I mean, I know i was busy, i know i wasnt always home. But I tried, i fucking tried. WHAT IS SO WRONG WITB ME?” the dam breaks and you let out a wrecked shout of agony that breaks his heart into two, “Why wasn’t I good enough?!” your body shakes violently.

“No.” he says firmly, taking your face in his hands, almost squeezing your cheeks and forcing you to looking at him, your hands fly to cover his, “ You are good enough. You are enough. Listen to me. That fucking idiot doesn’t know who he just lost.”

“But-But if i wasnt so busy-

“If he had a problem, he should’ve told you. He’s a fucking pussy.”

Your words are silenced when he shakes you once, hands still holding your cheeks, “You are the most perfect person. And the both of them will pay. I promise that, cariño.”

His arms wrap around you to engulf you as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, rapid breaths slowing. His pulse beats and you can feel the vibrations on your own skin.

You close your eyes and pretend everything is fine. Because you’re in his arms.

#miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara angst #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel x you

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itsss4t4n · 5 months

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Mi Vida - Leo Valdez x fem!reader

Request? Yes @nothankyou543

"Can you do Connor Stoll or Leo Valdez x fem reader just cuddling in the morning after they wake up "

warnings: none, one kiss, no use of Y/n, spanish swear words, bad spanish

a/n: Firstly sorry this took a few days, i had a lot of school stuff this week and i also forgot how hard writing actually is. The spanish in this fic is mostly google translated so i apologize if something is wrong. And again english isnt my first lanuage.

"Mierda!"

You groan slightly and try to push further into the mattress. The quiet clanging and clinking of metal apruptly stops for a few seconds.

When you dont make another sound or move ,the noise starts up again.

Without moving, you slightly open your eyes to peer over at Leos desk. There he sits, still in his spiderman pyjamas, probably working on a new invention. His desk is full of small metal pieces. Bronze cogs, rods and plates are strewn all over and its impossible to make out what he is currently working on.

Your eyes shift to the bronze alarm clock, that Leo built 2 weeks ago, and you groan once again.

7.38 AM.

Leo stops his clanging once again and looks over at you.

"Good morning mi amor" His face stretches into a big smile. A smile thats not quite his almost cocky signature 'Leo smile'. Its a lot softer and filled with love. And most importantly, its exclusively reserved for you.

"Sorry, didnt mean to wake you up." his smile turns slightly more apologetic.

He gets up while wiping his hands on the already dirty rag that hangs of the back of his chair.

"Its fine", you grumble while turning over onto your back, "Why are you up this early?"

Smiling sheepishly Leo climbs back into bed, clumsily hitting his shin on the bedframe while doing so. A small yelp leaves his lips, making you huff out a small laugh. "Shut up" he softly shoves your head back into the pillow making you laugh more.

Leo finally gets situated as you calm down your laughing, his head proped up on his hand while his other arm sits around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Just couldnt sleep anymore and was bored", he softly answers your question. You hum in reply, enjoying having him close to you once again. "Again sorry for waking you up, hermosa", he mumbles into your hair, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

Pressing into his touch, you once again hum. "No really, you're fine." Pullin your head away slightly you look up at him and ask "So what were you working on?"

Leo's Face lights up immediately at you showing interest in his inventions, and launches into a detailed explaination of the machine he was currently working on.

While talking Leo gesticulates wildly with the hand that was previously on your waist, the hand that previously propped his head up snaking under your head and to your back, pulling you into him again.

This was something you loved about leo: his constant need for physical touch. No matter what, he would always be touching you, whether it was holding your hand, having his hand around your waist or your shoulders , laying his hand on your knee when you where sitting next to each other or even just sitting or standing as close to you as humanly possible.

You cuddle into him again, tilting your head up to look at him, a fond smile spreading over your face.

Leo looks down at you and stops in his ramble about something not working as it should and looks at you questioningly .

"What?"

"Nothin, just admirin you, Guapo.", you aswer, makin Leo smile at the little spanish nickname. He's always loved when you used the little spanish that you knew, especially if it were terms of endearment like this.

" You're one to talk, hermosa" , he grinnes before tilting his head down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You kiss back and slightly smile into it.

Its not a long, heated kiss. Its small, soft and full of love.

When you part again, he places a small peck on the tip of you nose before cuddling back into you and pressing his face in your hair again.

"Te amo, mi vida"

"I love you too, cariño "

(translations: mierda= shit, mi amor= my love, hermosa= beautiful, guapo= handsome, cariño= darling/sweety/honey/dear, Te amo= I love you, mi vida= my life )

#leo valdez x reader #pjo x reader #reader insert #leo valdez #pjo #heroes of olympus #leo valdez x fem!reader #fluff

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kissablening · 2 months

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SECRETS & WEBS — s.rj oneshot

pairings: spiderman!ryujin x roommate fem!reader

summary: your roommate, shin ryujin, turns out to be the citys superhero , spiderman but you are unaware of that..

warnings: language

wc: 827

note: oneshot debut👀👀 , lmk if yall want another part to this lol!!

IT was about 11 pm on a Sunday night, usually you’d be in bed, ready to sleep— but you had an important exam tomorrow so you used all the extra time you had to study for it.

You sigh at the thought of taking your exam tomorrow, it was infact a math exam and to your luck you were horrible at the subject.

Your roommate, shin ryujin aka the nerd of the house, promised to help you with studying today which was another reason you were still awake, waiting for her to return to your apartment even though it was late as hell.

You sat in silence, thinking about the answer to the 4th question on the study guide ryujin made you before she left, she made sure it was as difficult as the exam because damn, you were struggling on it too.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud thud coming from the front of the apartment, this freaked you out because usually, ryujin messages you 5 minutes before she arrives home. You quickly grab the bat sitting in the corner of your room before slowly opening your room door to go check what the thud was.

The only source of light was coming from your room since you earlier turned off any light you werent using to help the light bill a little. Rushing to turn on the living room light, the front door was still unlocked but the light to ryujins room was on.

Okay, what the fuck.

“Ryu, is that you? Are you home?” you call out, making sure it was her in her own room and not a intruder. You let out a sigh of relief after hearing her swear under her breath. You discard the bat somewhere on the sofas in the living room before walking towards ryujins bedroom.

You tried just walking into her room as you always do but the door was locked. weird. “ryu what was that thud about? are you okay in there?”

“Im fine yn, just dropped my dumbell on the floor.” she responds almost out of breath. weird x2.

“dumbell? since when did you have dumbells?” You question putting your ear to the door so you could hear her better, instead you hear her unlocking the door so you quickly moved away waiting for her to open it.

She opens the door standing in the door frame with a smirk on her face, yes you said she was a nerd, but she was still popular in school, played sports, basically your local f-boy with an actual big brain. “What do you mean since when did i have dumbells? do you think i just have these abs through genetics?” She taunts motioning her hand up and down her body. your eyes follows her hands eyeing her body, your eyes widened, “Like what you see? well you can always—”

“SHIN RYUJIN WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU, SERIOUSLY WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING SO MUCH!!! OH MY GOD I NEED TO GET THE FIRST AID KIT.” You panic after seeing the large bloody cut on the side of ryujins torso, running to find a first aid kit. Ryujin eyes widened and looked down.

Ryujin curses to herself in her head for forgetting to heal that spot, she expected You to be sleeping by this time, what she wasn’t expecting was her roommate finding the large cut a villain left on her, that she forgot to heal.

She slowly stops the bleeding on the wound, enough that you wont notice its stopped completely. She could hear your footsteps becoming louder.

Standing up straight placing her hand on her cut, she watched as you guided her to the dining table, sitting her down in the chair, placing the first aid kit onto the table.

“Seriously ryu are you an idiot? How the hell did u even get a cut this big?” You scold patting the cut down with alcohol wipes.

“Ahaha, its no big deal babe, i didnt even feel a thing.” Ryujin replies smiling down at the girl whose glaring at her through her reading glasses. “So, whyre you still up at this time, yn?”

“I was..waiting for you.” You say shyly , wrapping the wound in a bandage. “And all done, youre welcome.”

Ryujin ruffles her hair before standing up, secretly healing the wound in the process. “Awww, you were waiting for me?” She grabs yn’s cheeks.

Your cheeks heat up immediately, ryujin was always a flirt so why is this effecting you right now? “N..No! I was waiting for you to help me study ryujin. You promised..”

“Oh shit I did, im sorry ill help you study now.” Ryujin says grabbing your hand, leading you to her room to help you study. Letting out a sigh of relief that you didn’t bombard her with questions about why she was home so late.

“Oh by the way.. why were you home so late? its nearly 1 am.”

Shit.

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#⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ࣪𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 #ryujin x fem reader #ryujin itzy #itzy ryujin #ryujin x reader #shin ryujin #ryujin #itzy #oneshot #fanfic #kissablening stories #𓍢 ›𓂃 ִֶָ ࣪

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em1e · 10 months

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baby fever | seeing shin w a little baby

⿻ mini series ft. you dating shinichiro and whatever chaos that comes from that !! ✕ cute fluff !! to make up for the heartbreak from the last one ♡ series m.list

shinichiro wants to be impressed, honestly, with how quickly his day can go downhill.

first, he woke up to mikey and emma arguing about who’d get to take the spiderman lunch box and who would get to take the batman one to the dojo with their grandpa (shinichiro was the deciding factor, and it turns out neither of them would get either – which could’ve been a mistake on his part, since the choice just made them whine and complain more at having to take brown bags).

then the clothes he threw in the dryer for his day with you weren’t completely dry, so he had to make the decision to wear slightly damp (and sour? was that smell coming from the clothes?) or be the disgusting human he knows he is deep down and wear the clothes he’s been wearing for the past week . . .

he goes for the latter, because surely he can just douse himself in cologne and that’ll get rid of any underlying smells the clothes have accumulated . . . right . . ?

there’s no time to dwell on it, because now he’s late picking you up!

you were going to kill him. he prays it’s a sweet, painless death as he knocks on your door.

and of course the universe is against him. he doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve this bad luck, but god. he might have to start repenting.

you pull the door open, and there’s a baby bouncing on your hip. you look tired, hair a mess and still in your pjs despite it being a little past the start of lunch, and the baby doesn’t look any better, crying despite your constant movement and shh’s that it’s okay.

“uh . . hi?” he offers, brows furrowing, “something you wanna tell me?”

“saw this one on the street, and thought ‘wow i’ve always wanted one of those’.” you joke humorlessly, opening the door wider so he can walk through, “my sister dropped her off because her stupid boyfriend got in trouble with the cops and her sitter canceled.”

“so no date?” he concludes, and the way you whirl around to glare at him has him holding his hands defensively, clicking his tongue, “i’ll take that as a no . . want me to take her for a sec? how long have you had her?”

you don’t hesitate to offer the baby to him, “since six this morning. she’s been fussy because her mom left.” you run a hand through your hair, clearly exhausted, but the second she’s in shinichiro’s arms, she quiets down. your eyes narrow, “how’d you do that?”

he moves to sit on the couch, and you scramble to sit beside him, passing the baby blanket he points to from her diaper bag and laying it gently over her.

“do what?” he asks, voice a thousand times softer with her in his arms, “mikey was a fusser when he was a baby, wouldn’t stop crying unless you held ‘im like this.”

it’s . . really fucking cute, admittedly, the way he gazes down at your niece and slowly rocks her to sleep. you would be upset at how easily she relaxes in his arms if it didn’t make your heart clench.

and you’re honestly too worn out to hold a grudge over something so silly.

your head finds itself on shinichiro’s shoulder, toying with a loose thread on the blanket.

“you wore that shirt yesterday.” you comment off-handedly, when your niece has been rocked to sleep and you’re ready to follow her down that same path if your eyes fighting to stay open is anything to go by.

“how do you know?” he asks, the hint of a smile teasing its way to his lips.

“grease stain from your bike,” you pause with a yawn, then continue while snuggling into his side, “saw ‘em when you drove me home from work.”

“and you didn’t tell me?” he sounds offended, but really, how does he expect you to take him seriously with the lilt in his voice like he’s still talking nonsense to your niece?

it’s soft; a side of him you’ve never seen, and it makes you ache at the prospect of having him all to yourself. your own family, your own house with a picket fence. so domestic.

“can’t wait for us to have our own.” you mumble in favor of answering his question, sleep edging its way into your voice.

“yeah?” you can still hear the way he’s smiling as he speaks, relaxing further into the couch for the impromptu nap. you only hum in response, and he knows then you’re too far gone to provide a real reply.

looking down at you, holding this baby in his arms . . . he thinks he can’t wait either.

#salmon rowe #sano shinichiro x reader #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #sano x reader #sano shinichiro #shinichiro sano #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #x reader

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ruewrote · 1 year

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𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑦.

PAIRING: peter parker x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language GENRE: idk SONG INSPIRATION: talking body by tove lo WORD COUNT: 738

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you and peter had been laying in his bed for the most part of being at his house.

rewatching star wars, him telling you the most interesting parts, but as much as you were listening, you couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that your face was pressed against his pecs.

occasionally glancing up as he speaks down towards you, trying to keep a good poker face, but were most definitely freaking out on the inside.

pete sat up a little bit which made you pull away a little bit making you feel a bit disappointed.

“y/n! you there dude?” he chuckled whilst waving his hand in your face. snapping you back into reality as if you weren’t just fantasying about your best friend’s washboard abs. no, of course not.

“yeah-yeah i’m totally fine!” your words coming out rushed and stuttered as you settled back onto his chest and resumed the episode.

your love for your best friend’s abs were becoming a problem.

no like seriously!

last week you guys had gym together, you had been holding his feet down as he he did sit ups whilst talking to each other, but you kept spacing out since his abs were poking through his shirt each time he sat up.

trying to look anywhere but him, your eyes locked onto another pair who had caught you in the act. ned. he just smirked at you and then looked back over to his partner and carried on working out.

you squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment waiting for the class to be over and hoped that your other best friend wouldn’t open his mouth.

it had been about two weeks since the absolutely soul-destroying moment happened to you in the gym, ned hadn’t said anything about it to peter, but that didn’t stop him from teasing you about it.

“dude, you have a bad staring problem.” ned laughed at you as you kicked his shin before you shoved your face in your hands as you leant your elbows on the cafeteria table, shaking your head. knowing he would never let you live this down.

“i seriously don’t know what’s wrong with me lately, i had one thought about him and now they won’t stop coming, especially about his abs, like what’s wrong with me?” you fake cried and he just laughed at you.

“wait i have an idea.” ned had called peter over after he had gotten his food, making his way over to you two.

“what are you doing?” you whispered yelled over to him before putting on your best fake smile acting normal.

peter was now standing behind you - raising his eyebrow in confusion.

“can you flex really quick for me?” kind of used to ned geeking out over the fact that he was spiderman didn’t really surprise that he would ask that, sliding his tray onto the table, his hands slowly rolling his sleeves before doing so.

that’s when he did it, this had you floored. the vein in his bicep pulsing, your eyes skimmed over to his forearms which were now even thicker now that the muscles were tensed.

not to mention his abs were blatantly pressed against his white under shirt right in your face, peter had now brought his arms down, sitting beside you and started eating without question. you turned back around to the table before picking at the food on your own plate.

the guys spoke to each other back and forth about some school project that they were working on together. you were quiet trying to process what had just happened, the brunette turned towards you, it was odd for you to be so quiet.

cursing your shortness. your face was always pressed into his torso as you guys shared a hug. that’s when you had acknowledged it every time he’d wrap you up in his arms.

you’d had enough of his oblivious teasing and were going to do something about it, so as he was about to leave you...

“hey pete, can you wait a second i need to see something.” he of course had no problem with agreeing.

that’s when you had grasped the hem of his shirt and raised it, as you expected you were met with rock hard abs, running your hand over them, giving him an approved ‘hm’ and pulling it back down again and sent his confused self home, wondering what the fuck just happened.

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Of the people in the zodiac circle, who can beat Bill in a fight one on one and who would lose. I feel like I know the answer to that for all except fiddleford. Feel like he has enough rage, wildness, and insanity to wreck bill; but also he's old and probably not as fit as ford

I'm assuming hand to hand combat, because if they're allowed to arm themselves then Bill would just take a time tape and murder everyone.

I'm also banning Bill from kicking anyone in the nuts, because that would give him an unfair advantage against 70% of the zodiac.

Stan: Come on. 🤜💥💀

Ford: Given the skills he picked up in the multiverse, he'd have to put effort into restraining himself so he doesn't accidentally kill Bill.

Soos: has learned some boxing from Stan, but is also pretty clumsy. I think he's fairly strong, but not particularly agile. Not terribly high endurance, but Bill's endurance is lower. Bill would probably win this just by dodging and looking for a good angle to kick out Soos's knee, but Soos has decent odds of getting in a lucky swing that knocks Bill out.

Wendy: Bill's in the hospital.

Dipper: he's got a little martial arts training by now but I don't think he took to it like Mabel did. More likely to freeze up trying to remember how to do a certain move. He's easy to rile up and trick into doing something stupid. He'd leave bruises but Bill wins.

Mabel: She'd win, but the emotional cost to them both would be devastating.

Fiddleford: I know most people headcanon that after he got his memories back, he went back to acting like a normal person, but I prefer to headcanon he gets to keep some of that feral energy that lets him climb on walls like a lizard. He might not be able to beat Bill outright but he'd be impossible for Bill to hit, he's doing junkyard spiderman parkour, he can just exhaust Bill.

Robbie: this kid can't fight. He thinks he could if he had to. He can't. He'd throw one ineffective punch and then the adrenaline would kick in and he'd be lost. His default fight-or-flight reaction is flight. Bill could bulldoze him.

Pacifica: She's in decent physical shape—her parents would never allow otherwise—but she doesn't have any combat training. Without a golf club she doesn't bring much to the table. Her best chance is trying to avoid Bill until he tires out, but if he gets his hands on her he wins easily.

Gideon: built up some muscle in prison, but he's the size of a pug. I think he could thoroughly bruise Bill's shins just through sheer blind rage, but Bill is winning this.

#anonymous #ask #bill goldilocks cipher

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dopenightmaretyphoon · 7 months

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Hockey stick

Author's notes: this is inspired by the fact that I have ruined my knee while playing hockey. I'm sorry for not posting in a long time just haven't found the motivation to do it. This is short!

Trigger warnings: mentions of blood and broken bones

Hockey was something you and Melissa spoke about a lot. It was one of your common interests other than teaching kids and fire trucks. You played hockey every Monday from 4 till 6, and most of the time, Melissa would come with and watch you.

Today was different though, your day had started with an argument between two of your students over which actor played spiderman better, then at lunch you had forgotten yours at home so had to have something out of the vending machine which lead you to be hungry half the day. By time 3pm rolled around you were more than ready to get on the ice and forget about your horrid day, Melissa had told you that her and Barbara were going to get food together and that she would ring you later to see how hockey was.

By 5pm you were laying on the floor with first aiders around you as your leg bleed out. Let's rewind a little bit

You arrived at hockey at 3.30 like you always did and got ready, you stepped on the ice and started training with your teammates. You were on top form as normal, that was until you tripped on someone else's stick. You hit the ice with a thud and you heard something clink in your knee. That's how you ended up here laying on the floor while you were being checked, your teammate quickly left the ice and rang Mel who picked up the phone concerned. After your teammate explained what happened, the redhead told Barbara she would see her later and left to meet you at the hospital.

By time Melissa made it to the hospital, your leg was already in a cast and the nurse was showing you how to use your crutches. Mel rushes to your side and kisses you

"I'm so sorey hun, I got here as fast as I could. What happened?"

You smile at your girlfriend's concern

"I fell over someone's stick, should have opened my eyes I guess but now I'm stuck with a broken shin"

Melissa nodded and tried to think of ways to help you. The noises your stomach made pulled her from her thoughts, giving you a worried look, Melissa pulled a snack bar from her bag.

"I'm guessing you haven't eaten dinner yet"

You looked down at your cast and sigh knowing you had to admit to your forgetfulness

"I may have forgotten my lunch and only had a snack from the vending machine"

Melissa nods and lifts your chin

"When we get home, I will make you some food and then we can cuddle together"

You nodded knowing you weren't going to win, when you got home as promised Melissa made you some food and then took you to bed for cuddles. She was by your side the whole time you were recovering and when you did get better she even started to join you on the ice just to make sure you didn't trip over another stick.

#lisa ann walter #abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti x reader #Melissa schemmenti

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Mean Hobie X Journalist Fem!Reader - Bully Romance in AU Oneshot/ Headcannon

Tags: Smut, non-con, dub-con, alternate universe and bully romance. You have been warned.

Okay, so hear me out...

🕸️Hobie is Spiderman, and he still hates authority and all that, but not only is he a complete dick, he's corrupt as shit. I'm talking heists, drug deals and murder (or whatever you fancy).

🕸️Back when you were studying journalism, you had a run in with a creep late at night, and Hobie saved you.

🕸️Only, it turns out he was a more dangerous than the one he beat up until he was practically a puddle. Calling you a "pretty young ting", pushing you against the wall and kissing you along your neck.

🕸️You struggle, but he's too strong and he tongue kisses you to shut you up, any cries for help dying on his eager tongue.

🕸️He lets you go, but to say he was your new motivation for becoming a journalist was an understatement.

🕸️Years later, you're a journalist and your anti-Spiderman rhetoric has become popular, but since he never bothered you again, you begin wondering if you imagined the whole thing.

🕸️Despite everything, you couldn't forget how that deep voice vibrated against your ear, how the sight of his lip ring had you pressing your thighs together- much to your shame

🕸️One day, a new journalist joined. He was instantly liked by everyone.

🕸️He didn't seem to pay you no mind, until your lunch went missing and you saw him throw an identical container to yours away, a smirk fighting his way to his dark features.

🕸️Stolen lunches turned to whispered insults, to "accidental" shoves which turned to full-on unwarranted (and very sexually charged) touching. Everyone thought you were crazy when you tried to bring these things up, so you quit.

🕸️You joined a bigger, better company. You had a keyring alarm, having learnt from last time, for when you walked the last few minutes home. Then, a figure snatched you into an alleyway.

🕸️You fumbled for your keys, but the figure caged you, snatched the alarm off and threw it against the wall. The little device crumpled like paper. It was Spiderman.

🕸️"Miss me, luv?" Sharp canines prick your skin and a cry falls from your lips. You swat his hand that tries to invade the space between your thighs, a sinister chuckle filling your ears.

🕸️He holds your wrists so tight you're scared he'll break them, but he binds them together with his webs and shoots another to attach the first to somewhere above you, leaving you unable to run away.

🕸️You open your mouth, but it only falls open completely when he pulls off his mask- it's your ex-collegue from work. The one that bullied you.

🕸️Pleas tumble from your lips and Hobie watches you with a cigarette in hand as you clammer for any sense of humanity in him, but once you have no more to say, he calmy takes out the cigarette under his boot and wanders in front of you.

🕸️"What do I 'ave here? A slut caught in m'web." Futility claws at your throat as he hooks your legs to his sides, pushing his hot tongue into your waiting mouth.

🕸️You silently curse yourself for being too stunned at the familiarity to fight more, but as Hobie began shifting his crotch into you, something twists within you and you feverishly return his kiss.

🕸️Wetness flooded your panties as the kiss became sensually frantic, the whole ordeal transforming to animal lust as you swapped saliva, and relented to his every hungry touch.

🕸️A hard twitch of his clothed dick and a growl echoing in your throat shot you over the edge. Hobie pulled away, his lip ring and other piercings shinning in the dim moonlight as he grinned devilishly as you came, your hips rolling in languid movements, your pleasure leaking from you.

🕸️A snap bounces off the walls as your whines became less frequent, the concrete acting as your sole cushioning.

🕸️His shadow obscured your vision as you laid face first on the dirty London floor, but you were too shrung out to care. A harsh groan came from behind you and then you felt something warm splatter on the skin of your thighs, an instinctually whimper illiciting a hum from Hobie, you didn't need to look to know what that was.

🕸️Suddenly, your skirt was pulled up to expose your arse. You felt Hobie's wicks fleetingly brush over your skin, then his full lips teasingly kiss your cunt, the cold night making you shiver as you eagerly thrust for more contact. But he already began pulling your panties down your legs.

🕸️Then, you heard several clicks that seemed to be the only noise around. Weakly, you turned your head to see Hobie taking photos of you- tied at your wrists, pussy exposed with a fucked out expression on your face.

🕸️"I'll admit, ya cunt is even more entertaining to fuck than your career, but ya know. Wouldn' want anyone to see these pics would ya?" Your reaction must've been too minute in the dark as he bent down and yanked you by your hair to force you to stare back at him.

🕸️"Ya do have a way with words, but ya gonna do a few tings for me from now on. I won't post these filthy pics for everyone to see if ya do what I say... And let me do what I want with ya."

🕸️From that angle you got a pristine view of a wet patch on his jeans and uncontrollably you released a mewl from your throat. Hobie chuckled at your response before dropping you harshly and stuffing your panties in his pocket.

🕸️He walked away, calling out to you as it slowly dawned on you how screwed you were:

🕸️"Get home safe, slut. I'll be seeing ya tomorrow."

#hobie brown #non con #dub con #smut #top hobie brown #atsv #hobie x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk x you #bully romance #spiderpunk #hobart brown #hobie #alternate universe #hobie brown x reader #atsv fanfiction #hobie x fem!reader

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crossed wires, UNOFFICIAL ch.3. the scene i was writing quickly spun into something else that doesn't fit into the rest of the somewhat already written and planned storyline. i wanted to post it anyways, since i do like how it came out. it's really cheesy. miscommunication, hurt and (immediate) comfort, fluff, suggestive undertones. m!spiderman!reader x civilian!scara. childhood friends to lovers. 2.3k words. warnings: ummm mild conflict caused by miscommunication. scara raises his voice, but quickly regulates his anger. he also cries, but is soothed. nothing bad. read ch.1 here. read ch.2 here.

two and a half minutes later there’s a pounding on scara’s window that frightens him out of the chair and onto the floor. he looks up from the runner rug he landed on to see a face sat on the fire escape, a grin stretching across lips. curses spill out of his mouth as he gets to his feet and leans over the desk pressed up against the wall to unlock the window. “what the fuck?”

“yanked down the ladder. faster than buzzing,” he says. “and you gave me a time limit.”

“that was self imposed,” scara snaps, standing on his tippy toes and stretching his body to try and peer over the boy’s shoulder. “did you pull it back up? the landlord’s gonna call the cops.”

“oh, so when i’m early, i’m scolded and when i’m late, i’m scolded,” he says, rolling his eyes and pushing scara out of the way to crawl onto the desk and into his studio apartment. scara takes another look and can see the stairs folded up, looking untouched. a sigh of relief follows.

“misattribution of my irritation,” scara says, slamming the window closed hard enough to rattle the walls of his glorified closet. he turns around to see him toeing his shoes off politely with his head bowed… until he opens his mouth and sours the courtesy:

“real big words for such a pretty face,” he says, dodging when scara swings. “i’m joking!”

“bad joke.”

and he bursts into giggles, pulling a squirming scara into a bone-crushing hug before the boy can think of interrogating him for his impossibly sudden appearance. “you’d die without them,” he mumbles, pushing his cold nose into scara’s neck. he’s clawing at his arms, trying to pull them off, but they tighten like vines.

“what the fuck is this for?” scara asks, strained as he’s lifted off his feet. the question goes ignored and the air punches from his lungs from the force of the next squeeze.

the boy’s voice is suddenly serious, “you can handcuff yourself to me,” he says.

scara’s face flushes red as a cherry. “don’t make it sound weird,” he admonishes, tone pitching up. he gives one last kick of his feet before he surrenders, going limp as a doll. he quietly hopes the slamming beat of his heart is not as loud as it is in his ears.

“no, it’s a good idea,” the boy mumbles, lips brushing against the sensitive shallow above scara’s collarbones. his eyes widen as a shiver slides down his spine, followed by delicate fingertips tracing the ridge of the bones of his back lower and lower–– which means he’s being held up by the strength of a single arm. the revelation sizzles scara’s brain, restarting a few times from the electrical overload as lips ghost skin again, “i could keep you safe.” and scara realizes there’s a warm heat pooling in his stomach and a pathetic noise crawling up his throat… he panics, swallowing it as he flails wildly once again with a real strength this time. he’s dropped unceremoniously onto hardwood and he curses, rubbing at his tailbone. “sorry,” says the perpetrator with the gall to look sheepish.

“i-i’m still mad at you,” scara says, cringing at his own petulance. “don’t think you’ve distracted me with whatever… that was. acting like a guilty dog.”

he puts a finger to his lips and hums. “maybe a leash instead?”

“gross!” scara exclaims, kicking a foot out and making contact with his shin. there’s a sharp, sucking gasp as he keels over onto the floor. “f-freak,” scara stutters, mostly to himself as he tries to banish images the swift mind conjures.

after a minute of letting the pain dissipate, he opens his mouth again: “what are you mad about? yesterday?” he asks from where he lay, forehead still glued to the floor in defeat. “i’m sorry. that was shitty.”

“where did you go?” scara demands.

“around. i got you something,” he says, fishing around his pocket. “my apology gift.” scara almost groans. maybe mona was right, he had a boyfriend with none of the perks and all of the disappointment.

he gets into a sitting position across from scara and drops a small ball of tissue paper on the floor with excitement gleaming in his eye. scara reaches a tentative hand to take it and begins to unwrap. careful not to rip the delicate tissue, he reveals a strip of silver that catches the ambient light. he peels the piece out and it sits like a dime in his palm.

the little charm is quickly warmed by the heat of his hands. he eyes it closely, noticing the delicate carving of their initials sitting together. “did you make this?”

“mn,” he affirms with a smile.

it’s a replica from the past of a dime-turned-pendant the two traded as children before scara tied it to a bridge on a summer trip in paris with his step-mother.

he was proud, at the time, to declare his friendship as important as everyone else’s with the pendant’s leather cord knotted around a metal bar like the locks beside it. yae even helped guide his swiss army knife into the soft metal of the coin till chicken-scratch letters were married to each other. she took a photo for him, sent it to the other boy’s mom, too. until he grew up and realized the pendant was wrapped around a love lock bridge meant for people who kiss. and it was brought up to tease him. over and over.

“are you making fun of me?”

“what?” he asks, face falling.

scara’s heart races. “the jokes, the hug, this,” he starts, bile burning the back of his throat.

“what do you mean? why would i make fun of you?”

“y-you make fun of me all the time!”

“so do you!” he exclaims. “but why would i do it now?”

“what is this for?” scara asks, clutching the metal in his fist.

the eyes across from him widen. his throat bobs. he fidgets with his hands when he answers, “you seem worried… that i don’t care about you.”

scara’s face twists into a grimace as frustration surges like high tide. he can hear it in his ears as pressure constricts his temples. “what do you think i’m upset about? be clear.” and while previous blades had been blunt, like wooden sticks to spar with, these words are sharp.

the boy takes a resigned breath and opens up, uncrossing his arms and sitting with his legs spread. “that i’m late? i miss plans? i don’t text back?” he asks with a tilt of his head, the uncertainty dripping off his voice is like kerosene.

“no!” scara almost shouts as his temper ignites. his voice only climbs higher and higher, “why– you’re– you don’t even know what i’m… that’s not what i’m––” scara catches himself when the boy across from him flinches. taking a deep breath, he recalls nahida’s warm whispered prayers, i will be kind and gentle to every living thing. focusing on the weight of the drop of metal in his hand, he rubs it with his thumb, pressing flesh into the shallow channels of their initials. the flame dampens.

“that’s not what i’m upset about,” he says, settled.

then comes the exceedingly careful question, uttered like a plea: “what are you upset about?”

“i’m worried about you,” scara spills. “you won’t tell me what you’re doing, and it frustrates me, but it’s not a jealousy thing or a snubbed thing, it’s a… my b-best friend is suddenly skipping classes and he’s never done that before… thing,” the words tumble out of him, “and he shows up with bruises, and he texts me this cryptic shit like he’s on the run. and he’s not the kind of guy to disappear without telling anyone, but he keeps disappearing without telling anyone!” he says, drawing up into himself with crossed arms and an avoidant gaze like he can protect the physical while revealing the underbelly of his mind. “i’m upset because i’m scared that maybe you’re in... that you're in trouble! or something. and you won’t let me help. my best friend won’t let me help,” he says, opening his palm to take a look at the coin. “s-so, to me, this doesn’t… this doesn’t mean anything,” scara surmises with a frown and tosses it back to the other boy.

he catches it between his fingers. the nonchalance in his movement feels like a sleight against scara’s bumbling vulnerability. and as the climax of his words peters, the two fall into an unnameable silence. even the upstairs neighbor has retired with the absence of creaking footsteps from the ceiling above them.

despite this, he still searches for scara’s gaze. “do you think it’s your fault?” he asks gently.

“what?” the question is soft in his nervousness as he denies his eyes.

“do you think it’s your fault i won’t tell you?”

an admission of something, he notices, but the confirmation is overshadowed by the surgical precision of his question. in fact, his body reacts much quicker than a thought can form. his vision goes blurry and he blinks only to feel fat tears track down his cheeks. horrified, his sweater-covered palms vigorously wipe at his face and press down on his eyes, but like a burst levy, water flows. “is it my fault?” he asks, voice thick and bottom lip trembling.

“no,” he answers. he sounds closer. scara looks up to see him an arm’s length away. “it’s not. you know, you would be the first person i’d tell. if i could. you’re the only one who’s noticed,” he says. “noticed enough to make me admit something.” and he pokes a bit further: “noticed enough to cry about it.”

“s-shut up,” scara says, wiping at his face, but he does nothing to push the reaching hand away. the front of his loose sweater is fisted and pulled, but the material’s give does nothing to move him. instead, he takes the invitation by guiding himself into this new seat and wrapping his legs around a waist, arms around a neck. he forgoes the natural pillow of the other boy’s chest in favor of the reverse, guiding the other’s face into the same position as before –– lips and warm breath brushing scara’s collarbones –– a choice made to keep the illusion of control. no other reason. “you’re not lying, right?” scara asks, re-propping the ghost of his mental guard despite revealing the softness of his body.

“besides omission. and the shit i say sometimes… to cover. i don’t like lying. s’why i’m so bad at it,” the words are muffled against scara’s neck, sending tingles up his throat.

“and whatever… you’re doing. it’s dangerous?”

scara can feel his face squeeze around before he answers. “yeah. sure, yeah.”

“ridiculous,” scara mutters under his breath and gives the boy a pinch. “nahida loves you like a son, you know, she could help… somehow,” he mumbles. “and if you needed something crazy… like, anything… i could just… i would even call… her,” scara trails off. “if you needed me to.”

“what? just kill me if i do something stupid enough to warrant ei intervention.”

scara hums. “recently… she’s been a lot nicer,” he says.

“oh really?” he asks, shifting his weight and almost toppling them both. scara holds on tight, mouth opening to protest as he realizes the boy is about to stand… but he does it, and he does it like it’s easy.

scara swallows hard, really hard, as he’s carried to his bed. “is the thing you’re doing at the gym?” he blurts. “jesus christ, i wasn’t going to say it before, but,” the words get louder and louder in an attempt to drown the more shameful whispers of his mind turning his face red as he’s gently laid in the mattress.

he giggles, “i think it's a side effect." he presses a knee against scara's side and his eyes dart to the movement.

scara's almost disappointed when he pushes off to fall beside him and not on him, but the feeling is tempered by vines reclaiming his waist as a chest presses flush against his back. his head stuffs with cotton, edges of his vision softening.

and suddenly, he finds the plausible deniability laced through their years-long intimacy to be a bit cruel and unusual.

i should tell him to stop, scara thinks. he doesn’t know what he’s doing. he opens his mouth, but the betrayal of his brain leads to him detailing recent maternal events instead. among other things, too, like a plan for their report due the following week and how nahida’s bought him his favorite tea from a traditional shop or how he almost got hit by a car (earning a bone-crushing squeeze reminiscent to the one he was greeted with) and how spiderman is actually kind of awkward (a disappointed sigh) until the quiet attentive hums fade into whispers of a murmur, and then they die completely.

scara twists his head around, wiggling the velcro grip loose till he’s nose to nose with a softly snoring face.

he reaches down to feel around the boy’s wrist, slipping a finger under the leather strap and tugging it off. the ordeal takes three slow minutes, but the fruit of his labor is the pendant returned without having to ask.

he slips the bracelet onto his wrist. “i like it,” he whispers to the unconscious figure beside him. “thank you.” that counts, scara thinks to himself as he flops back around. right? he lets his mind guide him in dizzy circles, fighting sleep by the light of the lamp on his nightstand. he isn’t anxious, though… not in the steady presence of this other body in his bed, and that is enough.

#tbh i might start crossposting to ao3 #espesh since this is like long enough to justify posting ovr there #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #scara x reader #did u guys see my little mixed media feature #texted myself tbh #ok littterally leave feedback if u want or whateverr #PLEAS GOAWDD PLEASS #sorry if this is really messy this is literally an au of my au AGHHGAHAHA

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SELF CARE ࣪ M.F

PAIRING - madi filipowicz x fem reader

GENRE - it's all fluff :))

SUMMARY - madi invited you over to her house for the first time after she had been busy for a few weeks since of her traveling with her friends (literally the sturniolos) .

EXTRA - the song for this fanfiction is bags by clario ⭒

WARNINGS - kissing, mentions of the movie scream (1996) , madi is the blue text and your the pink text BTWWW, honestly nothing tooo serious or suggestive:)) except for lesbians

”who are you trying to reach?” is what drew barrymore as casey from the movie scream (1996) said, madi filipowicz and her girlfriend planned this sleepover since a few weeks ago or maybe it felt longer to her. madi had been traveling with her friends the sturniolo triplets alot and never had time to hang out with her girlfriend while she did so. you and madi were sitting down on the couch with a spiderman split with hello kitty blanket over the both of you guys, madi kept on playing with your bracelets that you had on while also watching the movie that was on.

both of the girls watched as casey becker yelled out a ”JASON! JASON! JASON!” when ghostface asked her a question about the killer in Friday the 13th, the black haired girl turned her head to the bathroom and she tugged on your shirt which made you mutter a ”hm?” before turning your head.

”i wanna do my skincare real quick, i feel nasty” madi's voice coming out gentler then usual, you chuckled a bit then grabbed her hand and dragged her to your bathroom. madi stopped holding your hand mostly because she wanted to sit on the sink counter but as she did so she grabbed the moisturizer that was set next to her and some other items. the jet black haired girl poured some on her hand, applying it on her face then to your's which made you glance at her with that glimmer in your eyes. you softly gave a kiss to madi's nose ”that's gross.” she responded with her legs swinging back and forth but only carefully to not hit you in the shins. once madi and you patted your faces with a towel she grabbed a face mask, one that's deadpool and the other that's harley quinn. madi put the harley quinn facemask on herself then she put the deadpool on you, ”you're so nice maddawg” which made her roll her eyes with a slight giggle ”oh my god, shut up”

both girls shuffled back to the living room and you sat down with a pillow behind your head and one behind your back. madi took this as a opportunity to sit down on your lap and you wrapped your hands around her waist as you both watched what was the rest of the movie. the jet black haired girl leaned forward where the table was and grabbed a cupcake, taking off the cover of the cupcake and eating it which left some frosting on the corner of her mouth. you looked at her & took your hand wiping the frosting off of the corner of her mouth and tasting it, ”i love strawberry” this made madi's mouth curve into a smile, while she admired you.

the tv was a honest repeat of the scream franchise movies but after a few minutes or maybe even hours madi had caught herself yawning like 5 times in a row. she placed her hand over her mouth as she yawned and she groaned annoyingly ”im tired.” you looked at her and her dark circles under her eyes ”i can tell, baby” madi got up from ur lap and you started to put up the food that was left over, putting it in tiny bowls or putting it in a bag. once you did all of that madi turned off the tv then held your hand as she dragged you to her room, you closed her door before you and madi went into the room. she was already laying down so you wrapped your arms around her waist, putting your head on top of hers muttering a soft ”goodnight, maddawg.”

࣪ ”im going to kill you”

࣪ ”go to sleep”

࣪ ”i hate you”

࣪ ”i love you more”

A/N - credits to the person who made the header!! the ending was kinda rushed im so sorry bare w me 😞😞 also if u make fun of my writing i will send a video of me crying to you. (love u!!!)

#madi filipowicz #madi filipowicz x fem reader #madi filipowicz x reader #sturniolo triplets #im going insane #write more about madi filipowicz please.#maddawg #clairo #cheetahmadi's thoughts #she won't go away #faye webster #ITS YOUUUU #sturnioloblr come to me please #scream 1996 #scream franchise

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wilted-violets · 1 year

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I have @infamous-if brainrot SO. meet Lottie Morgan, lead singer and ((occasional)) guitarist of Violet Hours. She's definitely, absolutely, completely, over her ex-boyfriend, and keeping her tattoo doesn't mean anything. at all. i can't draw even a little, so i figured i'd make her social media as some kind of introduction.

more facts under the cut !! insta template • twitter template

moved to the states at age 11, her parents were assholes, distant, and moved around a lot. she was born in england, and still has the accent most of the time

total emo loser

seven was the only one to see her songwriting, now she hides it from everyone and her journal is hidden well from rowan's prying hands

covered her 'SD' tattoo with concealer for the first 4 months after the breakup, now doesn't bother

she and seven were known for sneaking out of parties early to hang out by themselves or just go home

loves video games, spends a lot of time on the tour bus playing them and reading when she can

is a taurus

her favourite superhero is spiderman

has a full journal of songs about seven that no one will ever see

made every member of the band watch the extended editions of lord of the rings

any alternative music is her thing, but her guilty pleasure is boybands.

voice wise i kinda imagine like ?? disney era demi lovato ?? but that is subject to change

~ looks ~

5'9

plus-sized, hourglass shaped.

very pale,, translucent even

big blue eyes, slightly upturned nose, round face

strawberry blonde/ginger hair with a pink streak where her ear is ((hc is that seven had the same pink in his hair,,,,))

a few scars from the Trauma

light freckles in summer

tattoos: - SD on her wrist - a butterfly on each shin - 'the fool' tarot card on the back of her upper right arm - skull holding flowers on her inner left arm - lil taurus symbol behind her ear

septum, nose + ear piercings

~personality~

very sarcastic, but still very nice

anxiety central

reserved, very quiet and shy. loves being on stage but also hates it?

hates the outdoors

hates confrontation, her favourite thing about her and seven was that they never argued when they dated

feels all of her emotions to a heightened degree, cries at everything she feels

very insecure, plays it off with jokes

~playlist~

the one from scott pilgrim is sort of a joke but it was funny

#infamous if #infamous mc #infamous #infamous game #band mc #not me making her english just because i am lmao #im finally like all those people who made american harry potter transfer students #i saw someone use these templates so then i had to use them . theyre rly cool #i have insane anxiety abt posting this lmao i haven't posted Anything creative or creative-adjacent in ?? 6 years ??#mc lottie morgan

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secretaccountlol · 2 years

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How could you, Spiderman?

Hi, I've been staring at this piece of shit fic for too long. I lowkey hate it. So, I just ran it through Grammarly one last time before uploading it, I'm wiping my hands clean of this monstrosity!

18+ This is S-M-U-T !!!

This is written with tasm/insomniac games spiderman in mind but you can picture any spidey you'd like.

CW: Bondage, swearing, angry talk, like non-con if you squint? [The reader plays hard to get to protect her feelings] unprotected sex, teasing, humiliation, praise kink!

Summary: Well, unfortunately for you turns out spiderman was using you to get to king pin's files. Now, you're stuck between a bed and a hard place.

As always, please like, reblog, or comment I always love hearing from ya'll <3 ! Anyways! ENJOY!

You writhe against the cool webbing, a horrid creaking sound glides through the air as Spider-Man glares at you momentarily before shifting back to look at your computer. “Shh! I'm trying to read your top secret files!” His playful tone pisses you off, as you start to thrash around even more. He takes the flash drive he had previously shoved in your computer back as he turns to you. You shoot daggers through his heart with the malice that radiates from your eyes, his confidence shatters for a moment he’s not sure, if he’s doing the right thing anymore, not that you can see that through the mask. He gently pries off the webbing from your mouth. “You fucking asshole!” You huff, he sighs. “I-..yeah I deserve that.” He bites his lip and his hands' fiddle with the flash drive. “Did anything we do mean anything? Or were you just trying to get into King Pin’s pants through mine?! Huh, Spider-!”

You fiercely twist and turn. You can feel your wrist bruising but you don’t care you just want to rip that stupid mask off his face and shove it down his throat. Spider-Man quickly places his hands over your bonded ones, throwing the flash drive on your dresser. “Please calm down, you'll hurt yourself, angel.” His light touch instantly soothes your burning skin for a second before you remember what he’s done and then you start trying to kick his shins with your unbounded legs. “Fuck you! Like you care! if you did you wouldn’t have pulled this shit!” He throws his legs over yours straddling you, caging your legs in, they still jitter under him desperate to hit him. “You think I wanted to see you like this?! Huh? So infuriated at me you can’t look me in the eyes without thinking of ripping my head off?!” He slaps his hands on the bed beside your body, he grips the soft sheets. “It wasn’t supposed to go this far, I’m sorry” he faced away from you, his mask hid his face, but not his voice.

“How far was it supposed to go then?” You're chested and pumped laboriously. “I-.. we were supposed to be just- friends. But- I..” he finally turned to look at you. “You’re..personality- it’s - your. Fuck! You’re so cute, funny, amazing I-I couldn’t stay away.” His hands found their way to your face, you let him touch you slightly leaning into his touch, though you didn’t want to. “I’m a wax candle and you’re the sun, I just got too close to you..” he tilts forwards bringing his face to yours you can feel the breath through his mask, softly nuzzling your face. “So, it’s MY fault for being so charming?” You chuckle cruelly. “And how cheesy are you? Let’s be real, you just wanted to fuck.” You scoff, and you try to turn your head away from him, but his strong hands keep your head in place.

“ Ha- okay, well fucking you was a..Bonus. Per Se .” He matter-of-factly stated to you, he analyzed your face for any reactions, you refused to be antagonized, you simply only scowled. This prompted him to lean back to observe you, really ogle you. Clearly, you had planned for him to be there, but not in this way. Your hair was styled the way he told you he liked it, nails done in his favorite color, and your nightgown, or lack thereof. His eyes raked down, a light blue lingerie gown. convoluted detailed bralette and dainty panties lining your hips. Your demeanor switched instantly. You turn away hiding your gaze, you pout, not like you could do anything anyways.

“Were you..for me?” His voice was quiet, awestruck. You didn’t answer, you couldn't, the shame and anger blistered inside of you. Your body shivered as he palmed your breast softly, humming to himself as his other hand traced down your sides. “All mine, hm?” His voice vibrated through your ears. “I am not yours!” You jerked your head back to stare at him. “Oh? Say it to my face then.” His smug tone irked you. “I totally could if you’d show me, coward!” You spit back. “Fine!” As he lugged his mask off, you're frozen in place, HOLY FUCK. “Come on, say it. Say you don’t want to be mine, angel.” Spider-Man’s eyes were trained on yours. You tried to speak, but nothing came out. He was ..beautiful, soft brown hair flopped into his gentle, kind eyes, though they looked regretful, his lips were a perfect kissable pink. You were kinda glad he waited this long to show you his face because you’d probably be too shy to talk to him if you knew he was THIS handsome.

The feeling of a cool hand slipping into the baby pink panties snapped you back to reality you jerk against it, and your eyes find his. “Sp-“ “Peter” before you could voice your confusion he spoke again. “Peter Parker. It’s my real name, remember it, please. I rather you scream that today, instead of Spider-Man, while I fuck your brains out tonight, Kay?” The words rolled from his tongue with ease, making your face feel like flames. “Wh-what gives you the impression you’ll be getting anything outta me tonight, you webhead ?” You smirked but before you could hurl more insults, his fingers precipitously flicked your clit, involuntary moan slips through your mouth.

“Fuck.” You muttered, your chest heaved again. “That. Right there gives that impression.” His fingers circle your clit again, poking and toying with you. You weren’t gonna back down that easily, You made an effort to keep still and quiet as his eyes bore into yours. “Oh? Silent treatment, angel, really?” His hands rubbed gently down your folds, you let out a sigh to your dismay. “Mm come on- you know I love those pretty sounds of yours, angel.” His whispers tickled your ear. “Fu-ck Off!” You manage to mutter through clenched teeth. “I’m not giving myself up to you that easi- Shi-Ah!“ Peter’s fingers found their way into your aching hole, while the other hand found a way into your mouth, his thumb resting in the middle of your tongue while the rest held your chin in place to look at him.

“Mm, that’s fine I’ll just make sure your mouth stays open so I can hear every beautiful little sound you make.” His mouth contorted into an evil smirk, as he pumped two fingers into you, your eyes screwed shut, and choked whimpers broke through the air as you felt him shift to watch his puppeteering. “P-Peter!” Your speeches slurred with his thumb in your mouth, You sounded ridiculous, you felt ridiculous, and your strong resolve had crumbled within seconds. “Yes, my love?” His voice was laced with syrup and honey, you couldn’t stand it. “I can’t-mm S’mm- top it, I’mm Gunna c-cum..” your body spasmed against his hands, as he pressed you down further to keep you in place. “I’ve only put two fingers in, my love. You can handle more than that, I know you can.” You soon felt three digits probing your cunt. “See? Fit three fingers in this pretty thing!” You whimpered, clutching your eyes closed.

God, you could explode from embarrassment. You could hear the sloppy movements of his fingers tearing in and out of you. “Fuck when I said pretty sounds I was talking about your mouth, but your pussy is giving me a whole vocal performance too. God, you’re perfect.” You whine against his words, your ears burned. “Why is your pussy so happy today, hm, baby?” His questions hung in the air as his tongue slithered down your neck, his mouth biting, nibbling you wherever he could reach, taking his hand out of your mouth to clench your throat to angle it more to his liking. Another strained whimper passed through your mouth, “Is the lingerie? No.. that couldn’t be it.. Me fucking you raw in my suit? Nope, we’ve done that plenty…ah-! I bet it’s cuz you're all tied up.” His “p” popped at the end. All you could do was nod pathetically. “Aw, sweetheart, I would’ve tied you up anytime, if I knew you liked bondage, you should tell me these things, baby.” His tone was condescending, he was patronizing you. His fingers pulled out of you, you moaned at the loss of fullness.

“Shh, I’ll give you something even better, darling.” You hear shuffling, you finally open your eyes to see Peter in his full glory, fully naked, your eyes track him as he hovers over you once more. “Like what you see?” His eyes lowered in a satisfied smirk. “Shut up and fuck me, you bastard” you spat out. “Tsk- that’s not nice. Ask nicely and I’ll gladly fuck your brains out, angel.” Peter nuzzles his chin between your neck and shoulders, humming softly again. “Wha-?” You try to twist to see his face, to avail. “You heard me, beg. Beg for what you want.” His nuzzles turn into hickeys as he waits for your reply, a minute passes as your mind races. “Parker.” “Angel-?“ You try mimicking his tone to steal some of his confidence. “Fuck me…” your voice trailed off. “Have to be louder, couldn't hear you baby” Parker parks himself on his elbows, his hands resting on his cheeks, staring at you with a gleeful look. “Fuck..me please..” his face lights up. “Of course, my love” his nose nuzzles yours, and you grin. “I’m gonna rip this off the bed frame ok? Stay still.” You nod as your hands are freed from the headboard, you instantly pull his face down to kiss you, which he accepts graciously.

“You haven’t kissed me this whole time.” You whisper against his lips, capturing them again and again. “Sorry angel, won’t happen again.” His dorkish smile lit up your heart as he hoisted you up. “Wanna ride me pretty girl?“ he gleams, his eyes radiating love for you, as you nod, priming yourself as you maneuver down his shaft. “Shit.” His whimpers fueled your desire, as you shakily bounced up and down his shaft.

“T-take your time, y-fuckfuckfuck… don’t have to go fast, love.” You chuckle watching his face contorted in pleasure. “I know, I just love watching you unravel.” You buck up suddenly as he slams back into you, trying to meet your strokes. “Tr-tryin’ to get payback, h-hm?” His breath faltered heavily as his glazed eyes stared into yours. “Yeah baby, you need a little punishing yourself” you giggle before it curves into a moan. “Mm- fuck yes yes-“ you lean towards his chest. “Just- yes right there, Peter! God- yes, you’re so.. sososo good. Please fuck-!” You were babbling now you couldn’t help it, Peter pinned you back down to the bed again fucking you into the sheets. Plea..- plea-! I-I wann- cumm- please” you’re definitely not making sense now but Peter welcomed it, he craved it. “It’s okay pretty girl I’m almost there too-“ his hands hold the back of your head trying to keep you from moving out of his grasp. Three more movements and both you collapse, a heaving mess, his cum flowing into your pussy as your nails dig into his back. His mouth slotted over yours as you both breathed life into each other.

He broke the silence first, “What..Should I- should we do now?” You snuggled your face into his shoulder. “I- I don’t know, Peter” You both relish each other's presence for a bit before Peter tries to get up, you break the silence this time, gripping his hand. “But I-I know ..I still want you to stay the night.” Your voice was small but you knew he heard you. He simply nods, snuggling you tighter. This was okay, For now.

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