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What a dynamic duo.

The Apprentice, chapter 32

This is art for my fic The Apprentice (Ao3, Wattpad), where the Teen Titans season 1 finale ends differently, and Robin is forced to stay Slade's apprentice.

I'm going to try not to spoil in my description, but I'm sure those who haven't read yet can take a guess at where Robin is right now 👀

I wanted to draw something for the latest chapter as a way to reveal to readers who have been with me a while that I started drawing for the fic! I wonder if, for the next batch of drawings, I should carry on drawing where I left off at chapter 5, work backwards from 32 or jump around 🤔. What would you like to see next?

Also, I created a playlist for the fic, with one song per chapter! This is the song for chapter 32 ;D

My Interpretation of Sky: The Knight in Shining Armour

Over the last week, I’ve seen some Sky discourse go down on Tumblr, and, as the founder of the Prince Sky Defence Squad (current members: one. Please join me, it’s lonely over here), I’d like to share my thoughts on him as a character. This is all my opinion, so feel free to disagree. But before we get into this bad boy, I want to point out that this meta is solely based on the first four seasons of Winx Club. Furthermore, I stole @stellasolaris template for meta posts.

Length: 3.1k words (sorry)

All GIFs are made by @stellasolaris. Thank you <3

I think I won’t be exaggerating when I say that Sky is probably one of the most disliked characters in the fandom. But what do we know about him based on canon? He is the only child of King Erendor and Queen Samara, which makes him the Crown Prince of Eraklyon. Bloom is his girlfriend and Brandon is his best friend. He attends Red Fountain and is the leader of his squad. He’s a hero, the golden boy, the perfect guy, the knight in shining armour.

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My Top 10 Eli and Trixie Scenes

#1: The Hugs

From the episodes The Return and Light Of Day

No need to elaborate :)

Every time you reblog/retweet someone’s work, Gabriel gets an extra ten hard kicks in the balls <3333

signed, Nino.

bye bye petit papillon 

HOW DID HE GET THE GALETTE

Gang of Secrets without context

Season 2 predictions

melk

TROLLHUNTERS (2016-2018) but it’s just the memes

hi! you said your inbox was still open, so i'm wondering if you have any really good one-shots?? they can be fluffy, angsty, crack, whatever :P

ooh this is pretty open ask! most of the fics i read are oneshots tbh, so here are some that have been on my mind recently (including a couple of my own fics lmao)

fluff, humor, etc:

- tell me again, do you love me? by hiuythn

- Golden Sand and Golden Rings by WinterAndLittleBrunettes

- Blade of Ducklings by BleuSarcelle

- Shiro, You Ignorant Slut by notverystraight

- wherever we touch back down by thespacenico

angst, hurt/comfort:

- Elliptical Orbits by iybms

- A Diffident Love by ninetystars

- Songbird (Be Gentle With this Heart) by maxisnotokay

- To Tell the Truth by notverystraight

- tell the world (i'm coming home) by kyukyuu

hope this helps! xxx

AU where Peter gives Harry just a little more time to defuse the bomb in episode 23

He could do this. No matter what Pete- no, no matter what Spider-Man thought, Harry could do this. Not that the masked vigilante kneeling next to him was a vote of confidence. “I’m just about there!” Harry said, hating himself for how he pleaded the words.

“We have to go, Harry,” Spider-Man replied. His voice was too soft, already a condolence for what wasn’t lost.

“I can’t. I can’t lose everything my father worked so hard to build,” Harry protested. Spider-Man just didn’t understand. Walking away wasn’t an option, not when Harry could do something about it. And he could. He could stop this. He could preserve Oz Academy, his home, his father’s legacy. All he needed was just a little more time.

Ten. The bomb said in response.

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Eli can not be as mentally healthy as the show wants us to believe. This boy has lost his father TWICE, and the second time he was forced to watch as his father sacrificed himself to save his son. When he was ten his mother “had to go away” god knows where so he has ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHERE SHE’S BEEN THE LAST SIX YEARS. Twice he’s accepted people into his home (because he is a very kind and trusting person) and both times they betrayed him completely. He was freaking possessed and forced to attack his friends. All this and yet he forces himself to smile and be happy for his friends because he’s the leader and the Shane so he can’t show any weakness. So far we’ve seen evidence of his suffering twice: when junjie numped on the emperor and knocked him back into the hole, almost disappearing himself just like when Will sacrificed himself for Eli, and when Kord said “we’re pretty good at knocking people into holes” and Eli replied “just not getting them out.” This boy is completely broken and had such a messed up childhood and yet he puts everyone above himself and considers everyone’s problems above his and just ajdkfndjisb please take some time to yourself Eli please.

I call this one: “Uh Oh”

Another AO3 Fic Rec

Lila Salt

Unexpected Help - General / Complete - Marinette reflects on the past few months since Lila came to her school and threatened her. She didn’t actually expect her to make good on her threats. As she lost all her old friends to Lila, she made a new one she never expected, who vows to bring down Lila Rossi once and for all.

Adrien and Marinette - Frickin Couples Goals  - General / Complete - 

A dash of crack 1 teaspoon of class salt one grain of background character development 1 cup of Lila salt ½ a backbone for Caline bustier A hint of Gabriel redemption A pinch of Chloe redemption 16 ounces of Adrien declaring his love for Marinette Bake it for 15 minuter at 360 degrees Remove and let cool Ice it with A BuzzFeed - “10 times Adrien and Marinette were couples goals” Et voila! A quality, fluffy (little bit bitter) Adrinette fic.

Basically Lila pulls some shit, it backfires cuz she’s dumb, and lots of adrinette cuteness.

Best Friends - Teen / Complete -  Dating your best friend is the best thing, especially when they defend you.

Her Boyfriend, My Girlfriend  - General / Complete - Marinette’s class is insistent on her turning up to a date with Adrien that Alya prepared.What they don’t know is that she already has a date, with a boyfriend that none of them would expect.

Jagged Stone - General / Complete -  Different Lila Rossi exposes. From various celebs to some of her own classmates…

Grudges Can Last A Life Time - General / Incomplete -  Three Kwami hold grudges from their one of their chosens death. What will happen when they realize the current Miraculous wielders have been reincarnated each time and were always their chosen?

Chloé Bourgeois: HBIC - Teen / Complete - Now, Chloé Bourgeois may be a “Queen Bitch”, but these students were her subjects. And Lila was on her turf, dammit.

Remember, the Hive protects the Queen - General / Complete -  The class has no idea that you don’t mess with the Queen if you don’t want to be stung by the hive.

Success is Sweet - Teen / Complete -  Lila may still be out for Marinette’s guts. But Marinette has a plan, friends to help her, and a good lawyer.

CONSEQUENCES - Not Rated / Incomplete -  Where Lila suffers for the crimes she commits. Some she’s done on the show, others will be scenarios of my own invention.

Fashion Upgrade - Teen / Complete - After the events of Ladybug, Lila goes to Bustier and Damocles with a sob story about how she’s afraid Marinette will retaliate against her. Bustier and Damocles decide to move Francois Dupont’s “Everyday Ladybug” to a new class where she won’t be a discipline problem any more.The lucky teacher? Mendeleiev.New class, new friends, old schemes and a group project worth twenty percent of their yearly grade.

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Chat Noir as cute lil cats - part 1

1. mlem

2. hiss

3. blep

4. angwy

5. pounce

6. grumpy

7. hat

8. two mimir

9. laser light

10. petting

Chat noir: So, I hear girls like bad boys

Marinette: Chat noir. (Annoyed but takes a calming breath) that is just a stupid stereotype that...

Chat noir: I egged Lila's house

Marinette: (Pauses, plays with her hair) Go on

Spidey Sister Snapped pt. 2

This is a joint writing piece with @im-a-star-girl and check them out for part 1

Summary: Peter gets hurt and he can’t handle all the hatred being pointed at him any more.

Enjoy!

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Peter groaned as he was thrown into a wall for the third time that night. He stumbled to his feet, before the thug with absolutely MASSIVE gauntlets was upon him again, throwing blind punches. He flipped out of the way, stumbling as his twisted ankle flared in pain once again.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m not feeling so good.” Peter said, struggling to his feet only to be decked again. Once he finally managed to stand and not be hit, he got behind the thug.

He webbed the thug, who punched at the webs, only to tangle his gauntlets. An alarmed look crossed his face when he realized that he wasn't getting anywhere. Peter leapt into the air, and wrapped the webs around the thugs neck, startling the man, and throwing him off his balance. He released the webs, before kicking the thug in the face. As he landed, he toppled for a moment, his sprained ankle throbbing. The thugs' gauntlet fell off of his hand, clearly not fastened on well as the man fell over, and landed on Peter's leg. Peter let out a cry of alarm and pain, shoving the heavy steel gauntlet off, seeing his disfigured knee, and realized it was fractured.

Peter looked around for any straight object that he could use as makeshift splint. His attention turned to the gauntlet on the ground, seeing two small metal poles on the inside. They would be able to hold until he got to a first aid kit. Peter took the gauntlet and smashed it against the ground, getting the poles lose. He took the poles and put them on both sides of his knee and web it in place. He stood up from the ground, his leg still hurt like hell but at least he knew that he wouldn’t cause any more severe injury to his knee cap. The thug groaned and Peter quickly webbed him up, not up to face the menace again. He shot his web and swung himself to a higher building to contact Ock to call the police and let him take care of it from there.

"Parker? Do you know what time it is?"

"Y-yeah uhh, I need a bit of help." Peter whimpered, sitting down with a heavy grunt.

“With what?” Ock’s voice had become concerned hearing Peter so winded.

“There was this thug, I handled him but I was wondering if you could send out one of those drone spiders to stay with him while I go home?” Peter asked.

“Are you injured? You sound injured." Peter could hear the clicking of Ock’s keyboard.

“Just a sprain, I’ll be fine.” Peter said as he stood.

“You're lying, aren’t you?”

“I’m fine Otto, I just need rest.”

“If you say so.” Otto then went silent, having ended the call with Peter.

Peter waited uncomfortably, before seeing the Spider-Drones arrive. One of the drones turned to him, before chittering in alarm. Peter began swinging away, ignoring the numerous incoming calls from Otto. He staggered while climbing into his room. He sat on the floor for a moment, touching his swelling knee lightly, before pulling his hands away with a pained whimper. He reached over for a towel, and shoved it into his mouth. He pressed his hands to his knee, biting down on the towel, before pushing hard, resetting his leg. He let out a pained cry, muffled by the towel, and pulled his hands away. He forced himself up, and undressed to take a shower. After a hot shower wiping away any blood that had dried on his bruised knuckles, he put on a t-shirt and pants before collapsing onto his bed, still writhing in pain.

When morning came, he immediately knew something else was wrong. He couldn’t be having an asthma attack, could he? It felt like a small one, but it hurt much worse. No, he couldn’t think about that now. He had school to attend. His alarm read 5:30. Did it really take that long for him to get dressed? Nevermind that. He had to get to school. He grabbed his book bag and carefully made his way downstairs to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast. On the fridge he found a note from May.

‘Peter,

We’re out of fruit and milk. On your way home from school could you pick up some more please? Thank you and have a good day!

-Love May’

Peter took the note and put it in his backpack pocket for safe keeping.

Normally at this time he would've gone out for patrol but with his unbearably tight chest, throbbing knee, and sore arm, there was no way he'd be of any help. Not this morning. He barely held back tears as he slowly ate leftover eggs May had made for dinner the night before. He felt like he was going to puke. He forced on his shoes and sat down, watching TV until 7 came around. When it finally arrived, he staggered to the train station, and arrived to Midtown.

As the day progressed, his pain only increased, and by lunch, he could barely breathe. Flash seemed to notice and was sticking a bit closer than usual. As he walked through the hallways, Flash was nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with him. When Thomas, a boy who was a grade above both Peter and Flash, had bumped into Peter, he practically had to restrain Flash from punching him. Flash is a lot more protective than I remember… guess that's how I know we're friends. Sort of…

When the bell finally rang Peter was thankful. If the day had lasted any longer he probably would have ended up going to the nurses office. Lucky for him, his homework was so light that he was able to finish it before the school day’s end. All he needed to do now was get the groceries and then he could go home and rest. The closest store to Midtown was a 3 minute walk and then another 10 to the subway station. Peter knew that it would be hard getting home with milk and fruit even without his injuries, but he could make it. Flash and him had parted at the school doors and Peter began walking to the store. About thirty seconds in he felt a slight tingle go off in his head. Not like a threat was approaching, but someone that he knew. Actually plural, two people that he knew. He could see them in the store windows that lead to the door. Gwen and Anya.

He groaned internally. I really don't want to deal with them right now… As he began walking through the isles, picking out what brand of apples and grapes to choose, he noticed Gwen and Anya following him. He internally cringed as he realized it was because they still didn't trust him. He huffed, regretting it almost immediately as his chest throbbed. He brought a hand to it, and straighten his back, taking a breath. He wheezed uncomfortably, before resuming. He picked out grapes, bananas, apples, and tangerines, before grabbing the skim milk they drink now. He mentally cursed Otto, before huffing as he realized silently that Skim Milk wasn't that bad. As he paid for the food and left the store, he could still see Gwen and Anya following him out of the corner of his eye. He mentally debated calling Harry, before deciding it would be a bad idea. Harry would be able to tell how much pain he was in, even if it was just his voice. He merely took another breath, and kept limping to the subway station. I just wanna go home man…

He hugged the bag of groceries to his chest as a crowd passed him, the skim milk’s cold surface slightly numbing the pain in his chest. It distracted him ever so slightly that he ended up bumping into someone. His chest being pushed and the pain coming back through the numbing cold. Peter looked up to apologize to the person he had ran into only to have his mood dampen. He had just bumped into his former teacher, Max Modell. He was glaring down at Peter. Really? I just want to be in bed and not be reminded of the people who hate me… “Sorry.” Peter wheezed slightly then quickly moved pass Max and into a seat.

Max made a face at Peter as he nearly collapsed into a seat, as far away from Max as he could get. He watched silently as Anya and Gwen stepped in, sitting near Max and whispering silently to them. He felt a stray tear drip from his face. He wiped it furiously, knowing it was just from how much pain he was in. He wheezed, laying back and praying silently the pain would go away if he just sat still enough. He felt the subway jolt, shattering any peace he had felt for those few moments. The car didn’t get very far, before he heard a loud explosion. He threw his hands over his ears and yelped in alarm. His arm screamed in pain as he moved too fast. He gasped, as the lights began flickering and the train car shook. He heard Gwen and Anya scream as Max shouted in alarm. When the shaking stopped, he heard a loud announcement over the intercom. "All passengers please remain seated, help will soon arrive. This is not a drill." The phrase began repeating, occasionally distorting, and Peter let out a pained whimper. He looked out the doors to see concrete was blocking the exit. This wouldn't be a problem if his entire body was screaming with pain, and if Gwen, Anya, and Max weren't there…

Another explosion caused the train car to shake violently. So much so that it caused Peter to fall out of his seat, landing square on his chest. He began to gasp for air. The pain was unbearable but now layered on top of that was that he couldn’t breathe. He pushed himself up with his arms but stayed kneeling on the ground. He tried catching his breath but he couldn’t focus, His spider senses were bouncing off the walls and the pain in his leg and arm had decided that it was a perfect time to flare up. He needed something to ground him, but that was the one thing he didn’t have at the moment.

He felt a hand grab his throbbing arm. He let out a cry of pain, shoving whoever's grabbed him away, and falling back onto his butt. He leaned on the back of the subway car and stared ahead blankly, before realizing it was Gwen. After a few moments, he realized she was talking to him. "Peter? Peter what's wrong?"

He took a deep breath. "I'm fine I'm-" he coughed violently. "I'm fine" He hissed when Gwen reached forward again to help him.

Her eyes narrowed as an angry look crossed her face. "What is your problem?! I'm trying to help you and you slap me away!" Peter stared at her, seeing Anya step beside her. Max didn't move from his seat, but Peter could see he was watching the encounter carefully, and was hanging onto every word. "Look, a lot has happened. I'm just tired and not in the right mindset to be talking right now- can we please continue this later?" He begged weakly.

"No Peter. We've given you your space that you so desperately wanted. Now it's time you answer our questions." Anya demanded.

“I can’t, okay? Even if I did tell would you believe me? And who said I wanted space?” Peter asked looking up.

“Well that whole week that you were being a bitch and quit Horizon was enough to tell us that you did!” Gwen yelled.

“I’m sorry, I was stressed!” Peter’s voice began to shake, signaling that he was lying. Anya’s face now showed the same amount of anger.

“Enough with the lies Parker! Tell us the truth!” Anya pushed Peter lightly. Peter didn’t reply. “I thought Harry didn’t have a thing for liars. I guess he still doesn’t know what happened-”

“ENOUGH! You want the truth? I’ll give you the truth!” Peter yelled, anger that out beating Gwen and Anya’. “I don’t know what happened that week because it wasn’t me!”

Gwen stumbled back, seeming alarmed. Anya's jaw dropped. She'd heard of Peter snapping… but she never imagined that she'd be on the receiving end of it. Max finally stepped in. "I think that's enough, Peter."

Peter bristled and stood up. "Oh fuck off you don't know shit about what happened. Three weeks ago Doctor Octopus invaded my mind and COMPLETELY fucked up my life! And now I'm suffering because of it!" Peter's voice broke as he ranted. He could feel his eyes water. "None of you have a fucking clue what I've been through this past month. I've just been trying to help the city out as Spider-Man and my life has completely gone to shit and all of you are being ASSHOLES and you won’t listen to me! I tried talking to you! I tried to explain myself! I tried cleaning up this fucking mess that Ock created! But none of you will listen! I just wanted to fix what I lost and now you all are being fucking assholes! I tried to tell you to let me put this off until later! But NO! YOU GUYS HAD TO BE IMPATIENT! I HAVE BROKEN FUCKING RIBS! I CAN'T BREATHE! I’M IN PAIN AND YOU JUST HAVE TO FUCKING SCORN ME BECAUSE OF IT!" Peter's breath grew heavier.

At some point during his tangent, he began crying and now… he couldn't stop. Tears spilled down his face. "I tried talking to you guys but you wouldn't listen. None of this would've happened if you had just listened to me! Do you realize how fucking hurt I am? I Get it. I hurt your feelings. And for that, I am sorry. But even when I tried to make amends you just… you brushed me off. I was stuck in some… fucking digital dimension for days! I was there for god knows how long! I had to fight against your damn antivirus'! Max nearly killed me when he did the damn factory reset! I come back to find out Ock is in my body claiming to be some 'superior spiderman' and everyone just seems to… everyone just likes him better. I nearly died saving him and getting my body back and people either hate my guts or wish I hadn't switched back! Then you two accuse me of being the goblin king! What the actual fuck! You said it straight to my face that you thought the new goblins was Peter Parker! Why? Because I’m dating Harry Osborn or because of Ock having a bad attitude towards you? For science majors you sure don’t hypothesize before your conclusions! Since I've come back everything's gone to SHIT and I just-" He couldn’t stop the tears anymore. "I just want to go to sleep. I just want rest."

“That can’t be true. The whole digital dimension had been debunked by me two years ago.” Max said, standing up to get closer to the group.

“You debunked it because it sounded fake!” Peter’s voice was shaking with emotions, but it still conveyed his anger well. “That’s what you do Modell! You do what will make you look better! You said that the V-252 was fine and looked what happened! Then instead of looking at a virus, aka ME, you tried to kill me! If all it takes is an insult to upset you, then no wonder Ock quit! How the fuck did you even get your teaching degree? You told me to give up! WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Peter’s breath became rugged and uneven, but he continued. “I tried really hard to look past all the shit you’ve done, Modell. I really did! But now that I’m no longer a student, I can see how horrible of a person you can be. You’re not an evil man, but you’re not a good person either. I told you the first day that I couldn’t pay tuition, and you gave me the study tuition, I can appreciate that. But you could have also told me that it only lasted one year! Maybe then I would have been able to get a job and would of been able to meet the pay this year! Then you call me poor, which was a great help with my self-esteem! Not to mention how you put up the Spider-Man statue with the schools' fucking tuition money! I didn’t even want it put up! I don’t need people to like me as a hero! I’m still going to save them even if they hate me! If you think I’d make all this up just to get back into Horizon, you’re deadass wrong. If I had done all those rude things to all of you, I would have made it my duty to stay out of your lives! I wouldn’t be trying to get back in Horizon! I wouldn't be making an effort! But here I am."

Max stood quietly, his face showing a wide range of emotions. This wasn’t like how he yelled at him that night at Horizon. This admittedly frightening and concerning.

"Peter I-"

"I know you all don't understand. You never will. I don't expect you to understand. But I'd hope you'd at least make an effort. I thought we were friends… weren't we friends?" Peter wiped away his tears. "If you don't want me around then fine. If you don't like me, then fine. But never bring Harry into this again, you hear me?"

Despite Peter's stoic facade, he could feel himself crumbling under the weight of the world. "Peter. We need to know the whole, true story." Max sighed.

"Hah… you still don't believe me. Typical, you know what Modell? You can go fuck off because I'm fucking sick of you. I don't even want to go to Horizon anymore! It's just bad fucking memories there now!" Peter's voice began to rise as he was once again filled with anger. "I tried my goddamn best to meet your fucking standards and this is the thanks I get! I tried to stay there, but fuck that. I've chosen my side. And it's AGAINST YOU!" He snarled.

Gwen reached out and grabbed Peter's shoulder. "Are… are you telling the truth?"

Peter smacked her away, giving her an angry look. "What do you think? Do you want more proof? Ask Miles!” He spat.

Peter began to tremble with anger, his pain disappeared for a moment, and he couldn't control his movements. He punched the window behind him. He heard the glass shatter, and hot pain ran up his arm as glass shards embedded themselves into his fist. "Peter!" Anya shouted in alarm.

Peter grabbed his wrist. "I'm fine."

“That was bulletproof glass! You can’t break bulletproof and be fine unless-“

“Unless you’re Spider-Man.” Peter huffed, taking off his jacket and seeing a bruise forming. He glided his fingers crossed and hissed as well as cringed feeling the bump of a bone. It wasn’t breaking the skin, which was lucky, but his arm was definitely broken. He looked up at the other people in the train cart, seeing that they were staring at his arm in horror.

“You have a broken arm? How the-“ Anya levered his arm so that it was resting on his bag.

“A thug. Can one of you rip one of my jacket sleeves off? I need to make a sling.” Peter answered simply. It was different from how he usually asked questions. He sounded like he was talking to Ock right after he appeared back at Horizon or when he woke up from his coma.

Gwen shifted as Anya helped. Peter made the sling quickly, and saw their uncomfortable faces. "I'm sorry I'm being short with you. I'm short on sleep and in pain, and I know that isn't an excuse, sorry." He huffed, as he wrapped his arm as best as he could.

"We need to get you to the hospital." Max stated firmly.

Peter scoffed. "If I go to the hospital they'll do blood tests, and my Spider DNA isn't that hard to miss. It's just not safe for me…" He sighed.

"Then we'll take you to the infirmary at Horizon." Max finalized.

Peter snorted. "You really don't understand the concept of a secret identity, do you?"

“Peter, please-“ Max began.

“No, trust me. Half of the students would be reluctant to work on me. I saw how they looked at me when I walked in. Plus I’ve come to school with my other arm popped out of its socket before. I had to pop it back in before classes started, but I made it through the whole day without anyone picking up on it. I’ll be fine.” Peter said, pushing himself up with his good arm. “I know someone who will help me. I’ll bust him and see what he thinks about my injuries.” Peter sat down into the seat he fell out of, lifting his backpack to keep his arm on.

“Can we at least help you there?” Anya asked.

“Sorry, but no. He doesn’t like people that he doesn’t know well coming into his place.” Peter looked away from them.

Peter leaned on the door of the train cae in silence, and the others knew his word was finalized, and nothing they could say would change his mind. They settled in an uneasy silence. Peter hadn't stopped crying. The tears had slowed, but they hadn't stopped. The only sound was rumbling outside and the occasional drip of Peter's tears. Finally, light burst through the windows, catching them all off guard. Kid Arachnid forced the doors open. "Are you all okay?!" He froze when he saw the collection of people who were stuck together.

Peter turned and grabbed his groceries. "Oh- Pe- uh, random citizen- are you okay?"

Peter gave Miles a look. "They know, Kid." He sighed.

Miles looked between the group, before Peter limped out. "I'll call Otto, he'll give you a ride." Miles murmured to Peter as he limped past.

Peter nodded thankfully, and exited the abandoned subway car, avoiding fallen rubble. Miles watched until Peter was out of sight. Harry was at the subway entrance blocking other people from coming in so there was no doubt that Harry would see Peter like that.

Miles turned his attention to the other’s, a knee question popping into his mind. “What happened and why was he crying?” He didn’t receive an answer, but he got awkward glances from his friends. Since he knew that that wouldn’t get answered quickly he changed it.

“Did he tell you about the body swapping with Ock?” He asked, which got everyone to look up at him.

“He was telling the truth?” Max gasped.

“Yeah, I was the first person he contacted. If he hadn’t typed out that it was him I would have punted him.” Miles said laughing at the end. He then realized that Gwen and Anya’s faces reflected guilt.

“What did you guys say to him?” Miles asked sternly.

“We sorta… yelled at him?” Anya said rubbing her arm awkwardly. “And we sorta forced the truth out of him and he just broke down.”

There was a silence that was even more uncomfortable with Miles there. Miles let out an irritated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“He apologized right after I’m guessing?” The others nodded. “Did you?” More silence and Miles nodded, even through his mask, they were able to see that he was biting his check.

Miles shook his head. "Do you guys realize how much pain he was in? I saw the scans Otto made last night. He crushed most of his ribs, he had a sprained ankle, a broken arm, fractured knee, and too many bruises to count. He also might have internal bleeding but he's stubborn and refuses to get help so Harry's gonna end up forcing his hand on him. But what I mean is that he's in pain. Today was not the day to try to force him to talk. Especially since you didn't apologize, even after finding out what happened." Miles lectured.

"It's- it's a lot to absorb!" Anya defended.

"And it doesn't take much to apologize. Even if it is, you should've been able to tell that you were in the wrong. You HAVE to apologize." Miles scolded.

Gwen shifted, keeping her eyes to the floor. "Anya.. Arachnid is right…" She murmured.

"Damn straight I am." He snorted, crossing his arms and tapping his foot.

Max began walking towards the exit, an emotionless look on his face.

“That also goes for you. It’s your decision to let him go back to Horizon or not, but you still have to apologize.” Miles said, placing a hand on Max’s shoulder. “Don’t tell him that I said this, but you are one of his inspirations in life. Of course you’re behind Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, but you’re definitely in his top 5. Also don’t call him poor again or I will bitch slap you to the moon.” Miles whispered the last part. He was so glad that Max didn’t know it was him under the mask.

“Alright, this is your stop so I’ll direct you back to the surface world. I also better hear from Peter that he got an apology from all three of you.” Miles said, his joking demeanor returning.

The group followed Miles out, feeling increasingly anxious as they reached the station. Police officers and witnesses took up the area and rubble was scattered everywhere. "What happened?" Gwen asked, looking alarmed.

"The subway wasn't structurally sound and collapsed. It doesn't look like a villain plotted this, just bad timing." Miles sighed, looking around at the chaos.

Miles turned to them once more. "Harry Osborn is at the exit making sure nobody enters with a couple other officers. I'm not sure if he's still there, considering he must've seen Peter by now. But listen, I'm going to stay down here and help cleanup. I'll check in with Peter in a few days, and I better hear that you all apologized. In person." Miles finalized with crossed arms.

"Alright…" Gwen murmured.

"It's the least we can do." Anya said, looking guilty as she rubbed her arm.

Max didn't reply, but nodded quietly. Miles gave a firm nod, before turning and running to the tracks again, calling to the other officers.

The group moved to the exit, and left the subway with an uneasy feeling in their gut. Harry wasn’t there, just like Miles had said.

~

The sun shined through Peter’s room window, causing him to throw a pillow over his head. Harry and Ock got him to go and see an actual doctor after reviewing his injuries. No internal bleeding, but he did have broken bones.

Two broken ribs, fractured knee, and a broken arm. They gave him crutches for his knee that was in cast. His arm was also in a cast that looked like a box. He also had bandages wrapped around his chest for his ribs.

May had refused to let him go to school in this condition. “You need rest. The last thing you need to worry about right now is school.” She had said to him. Luckily Flash came to his house with his school work so that when he got back he’d be caught up. He’d do his best to help Peter understand the material, but Peter would end up helping him with it as well.

Flash wouldn’t be coming today because it was Saturday. May had left for work before he had woken up, he knew because when he finally pulled the blanket off of his head he could see that there was a plate of fruit and eggs with a glass of water on the coffee table.

He smiled gently at the gesture and reached over to take the water. In truth, by now he didn't need the casts. His accelerated healing had taken care of all his injuries. At this point, the casts were just a nuisance, but he'd have to keep them on for another week or two. He sipped the water, and looked down at his arm, a smile crossing his face. Harry, Flash, Miles, Otto, Anna Maria, and a number of other students had happily signed his cast, under the ruse that he'd been injured when the subway collapsed. He ate the fruit and eggs, and sipped the water, before checking his phone, to see a few texts from Flash telling him about something someone had done after school. He shot back a quick reply, before hearing a knock at the door. He looked up curiously, before shambling to his crutches, and fumbling carefully down the stairs to the living room. He opened the door, and felt his stomach sink when he saw Max standing at the entryway. "Umm… hi…" Peter murmured, looking embarrassed.

He moved out of the doorway, inviting him in. Even worse then, after he entered Gwen and Anya followed shortly after. "Make yourselves at home. Do you uhh… do you.. want anything..?" He offered weakly.

Max sat down, Gwen and Anya sitting beside him. "No. Just to talk." They never saw Peter look so much of a wreck, well other than in the subway. His hair was flat, it looked like it had been brushed, but it didn’t look how it usually did. He looked tired even though he didn’t act it. Add in the casts and the bandages that covered his chest and he looked like he needed to be laying down in a hospital bed.

“Okay.” Peter made his way to the couch and sat down, motioning the others to follow. They just stayed like that for a while, no one knowing what to say or how to say it. The only noise in the room was the clock on the wall.

Peter felt his chest tighten slightly, not because of his ribs but because of not knowing what they wanted to say. He didn’t want to push them into telling him because he could see that they were in the same position as him and he didn’t want this to end up as a yelling match again.

Not knowing what else to do, and hating the silence, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped like that, and I-"

"Peter stop." Gwen cut in. "We didn't come looking for an apology. We came looking for forgiveness. You were right. We shouldn't've brushed you off like that when you were trying to make amends. It wasn't fair and we were just too upset to look at it logically. So for that, I am sorry, Peter. You didn't deserve what we put you through."

"Gwen's right, I was just… upset. I didn't want to make amends, I just wanted to be mad at you. And that's not fair. I'm sorry Peter." Anya agreed.

Peter felt his eyes begin to water, but he refused to cry. He kept a brave face, and gave Max a hesitant look. Max sighed heavily. "These two are right. I haven't exactly been fair to you, Harry, or this school. And it hurts that it takes one of my students breaking down for me to realize that." Max admitted. "And… I'm sorry."

Peter stared at the man. He could see he felt guilty, but his apology didn't feel very.. authentic. Like he had been planning it and thinking it over. Nonetheless he would accept it.

But a part of the sentence had stuck with him. Don’t get your hopes up Peter….. just correct him.

“Don’t you mean former student?” Peter asked, feeling his heart hammering in his chest from the slight suspense. He didn’t let any hope into words or spread across his face.

Max smiled slightly. “That’s up to you. I’m offering to let you back in to Horizon Peter.”

Peter felt a small grin force its way onto his face. "I… yeah. I'd love to go. I just… can you give me a week or two to find a job again? And to tell Midtown that I'm transferring back?" He asked.

Peter was doing his damndest to keep his excitement from blowing up from him, and by his fidgeting, he could tell he was failing. "Of course." Max agreed.

"And we can let the others at school know that something was going on, hard week or something, so they won't hate you as soon as you get back." Anya reassured.

Peter smiled thankfully at her. "Thanks, Anya. I appreciate it. I really do." He said, a joyful smile on his face.

Gwen smiled. "It's the least we could do after what we put you through."

"Guys, it's more than enough." He promised

still crying with him

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:3c its self indulgent and mostly bc that ep gave me v i b e s

all fanfiction is funnier and sexier and vastly better-written when you read it at three in the morning, in the dark, lying on your side, tucked into bed, with screen rotate turned off. that’s just how it works. that’s just facts.

everything. about. this. scene.

What if?

I’ve made this quick sketch

Tnaks for this post  http://theluckiestlb.tumblr.com/post/178439515135/nightmareadrien-crawls-on-the-ground-and-laughs

Tfw you forget to bring something important

They left the baby unsupervised. 

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