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On Monday, Flash catches Michelle's gaze in the hall and Michelle catches his, turns it into something dark and scathing, and throws it back. The incline of his eyebrow is asking, have you sorted Peter's shit out yet? Michelle doesn't even bother schooling into her features into an expression that could read as an answer. He's not worth her time.
And, plus, the answer is no.
She's given up all her recent opportunities to question Peter. She doesn't want to interrogate him about his life. She doesn't want him to think she cares.
Because she doesn't. Not really. The thought of caring, of being actively involved in someone else's life seems messy. Complicated. Especially if that someone is Peter Parker.
This is why she sticks to observing people quietly from the sidelines.
(Peter has been acting weird and Michelle tries not to care).
(And fails).
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okay actually literally this had me sitting up in bed and squealing and kicking my feet im not kidding right now its that adorable omg
"Peter," she says finally. "I know it's you."
"You do?"
"Yes, idiot. I'm very observant. And you're very obvious." She throws the poster on the bed, steps closer to him. "I mean, you just climbed in through my second storey window. There's nothing to climb on out there."
He ducks his head, raises his shoulders, smiles sheepishly. "I'm Peter Parkour."
It's perhaps the lamest thing he could've said but, god, it makes her want to kiss him all over his stupid cute face.
The air feels open now. Peter breathes out. And Michelle's emotions are still a whirlwind, but she knows she feels daring.
"So, that's all you came here to tell me, isn't it?" She looks at him through her lashes, steps even closer, slowly. "That you're Spider-Man?"
His eyes follow her as she moves, stills right in front of him. The smile fades, he swallows. "That's not all."
"No?" she says. Her voice is quiet.
"No," he echoes. His voice is quieter.
They look at each other, something heavy between them.
"What do you want to tell me, Peter?" Michelle whispers.
But he doesn't say anything. And the light catches in his eyes as they travel from her own, to a point near her temple. And he lifts his hand. And she goes still.
He brushes her hair from her face, tucks it gently behind her ear. And everywhere his fingers touch her skin she feels fire.
"I want to tell you everything," he says.
She wants to kiss him. She's going to kiss him. Over and over. She's going to kiss him until she's dizzy and his name is the only thing she knows.
He drops his hand but she lifts hers. Brushes her thumb along his cheek, just under his eye. There's no dirt, and she's not going to lie this time. She's touching him because she wants to. She steps closer because she wants to. She wants to, she wants to.
"Tell me everything," she breathes, and then she leans in.
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Armed with a trusty book, Artem Wing attempts to win the woman of his dreams.
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adorableeee
She found one…
The sentence she just said is playing over like a broken record in his head, much like when he’s mulling over a witness’ statement when preparing for a cross-examination.
Does that mean she’s met someone who might be her type? Or is she already dating someone?
No wait, it can’t be the latter. She just told Celestine last week that she wasn’t seeing anyone because she’s “married to work”.
A chuckle spills past his lips before he realises it—that’s the kind of thing he tells his relatives when they pester him about not having a girlfriend at his age.
His smile quickly fades however, when he remembers the dilemma he’s in. Her answer left no room for him to guess what kind of guy she likes, let alone whether he fits into that box. And the fact that she’s found someone who’s her type… Does that mean he’s already lost the battle before he could even try?
Not yet. I was thinking of eating with you… if you don’t mind.”
You can’t help but smile. You’ve had to cancel dinner plans with Artem three times now, and you had thought he would be offended or take it as a rejection in some way. You had actually been planning on asking him out to dinner next week, after clearing all your urgent tasks, to make up for everything. But here he is, offering dinner for the fourth time, accommodating your schedule and even buying sushi from your favorite sushi place. How did he even know?
“Of course I don’t mind! I just thought you’d want to eat with someone else on a Friday night, instead of eating take-out in the office.”
“I’d say eating dinner with you isn’t a bad way to spend a Friday night.”
Lawyers and their double-negatives. Now you can’t tell if this counts as Artem flirting with you. Not sure how else to respond, you settle for a generic “thank you” before taking one of the bags from him so that he isn’t carrying everything alone. “Let’s set it up in the pantry.”
He nods, allowing you to take the lead and following behind you towards the pantry. You hear the rustle of the plastic bags, his footsteps, and a small but thrilled "yes” that he whispers under his breath. It’s so low and soft that you almost mistake it for the sound of the plastic bags swinging by your side.
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You're utterly convinced your quirk is having shit luck and attracting trouble everywhere you go. Thankfully, a certain underground hero is always there to save the day.
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AKA - Eraserhead keeps you from getting yourself killed. Feelings ensue.
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okay this is hilarious adorable and hot asf in every way
stop putting yourself down when you’re my hero! When you’re the reason why I’m alive and here and watching Drake and Josh with my cats and an amazing man who I think I love and-”
Shit. You pause with your mouth wide open and the syllable of your next word dragging out. Your eyes are trained on Aizawa’s face and you watch as his attention turns into something new. Before, it was just resignation and that cold wall you’ve come to expect. Now? He’s intrigued. He’s invested.
There’s heat to his eyes. You’ve only ever seen it when he’s saved you. You’ve only ever seen it when he’s watched you pick up a stray cat, when you smile big and bright, when you laugh or giggle or ramble or bitch.
Oh shit.
Oh fuck.
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When Mona Megistus is invited to Fontaine by a mysterious sponsor, she’s surprised to discover that her sponsor is none other than an enigmatic magician with a silver tongue and a penchant for testing her. Much to her dismay, she finds herself getting roped into one of his schemes.
Well. At least his cat’s cute.
Or, what happens when you lie to someone who always sees the truth.
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28 Sep 2025
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okay seriously i love this i love it when he intends to use her for something snd constantly flirts but ends up falling for her instead and i love how genuinely sweet he is at the end
I have to snap out of it, was the one coherent thought Lyney’s brain was capable of forming in that moment.
Unfortunately, she was upon him before he could do just that.
“What?” She folded her arms, eyebrow raised in judgment. “Nothing to say? I’ll have you know I spent the whole carriage ride here coming up with responses to your witty remarks. I’d hate to see my efforts wasted.”
“You’re breathtaking,” Lyney blurted.
Mona blinked. “Huh?”
“I mean,” he quickly saved himself, forcing that practised smile of his to return. “You look exquisite tonight, Miss Megistus. And I agree—to have the efforts of a woman like yourself wasted is a terrible thing. I’ll have you know I’ve been thinking of wittier remarks, so you don’t need to worry about that.”
She shook her head, amused—maybe even fond.
(He hoped it was fond.)
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Clutching her new black trenchcoat close to herself, Yor looks deathly pale.
"Loid...?" her voice is disconcertingly feeble. "Oh, I made it home."
She smiles, and lets herself fall.
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i love it so much my sweet babiess
Yor nods, staring at her lap. “She mentioned that you got her out of somewhere,” she adds, and her hands tighten into fists. “She said they would hurt her every day wherever it was that she used to be. I asked her if I could ask you about it and she nodded. Could you show me where the place is on a map later, please?”
Loid tilts his head at her, and sees the same quiet fury he had been on the receiving end of - be as it may that it was misplaced - the night of Anya’s acceptance into school. “Yor,” he tries, carefully. “I don’t think you need to pay them a visit.”
Yor frowns. “Why not?”
He measures his words. “Because I did,” he rubs a thumb over her hand. “Let’s just say there is no one left for you to meet.”
Yor blinks at him. “Really?” she exclaims quietly, feeling tension seep out of her. “What did you do?”
A bit of spring cleaning. “They will not lay a finger on another child again, I can promise you that. They aren’t around anymore to try.”
Yor’s jaw drops just a little, and she gazes at her husband in something akin to awe.
“Concussive therapy?” she grins, slowly.
Loid raises his brows, and laughs softly. “Something a little more…permanent than that, but sure.”
Yor lets out a little laugh of her own, and relaxes. “I love you,” she says, and it comes as easily as breathing.
But his breath hitches, and he gazes at her.
“Loid?” she murmurs.
He shakes his head, breaking her gaze and taking her hand in his own.
Yor watches him, letting the silence hang.
“Anya isn’t the only one that loves you for everything you are,” he whispers, and she recognizes the slight tremble in his lips from a faint memory of a few days ago at the hospital.
“I love you,” he grips her hand tighter - and for once, she bites back a wince. “I love you and everything about you, even the parts I don’t know - I’ll love you even if I never know.”