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luzifer-b · 5 months

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚SUB!YUUTA X READER CH.2 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 18+MDNI

cw: friends with benefits, cloth kink, handjob, teasing, sub!yuuta, everyone is 18+, overstimulation, begging, penetration denial, grinding, first kiss, gender neutral reader, reader has a vagina

Crossposted to ao3! A lovely commissioner asked for a continuation of the first sub!Yuuta x Reader scenario. Thank you so so much for supporting me. If anyone wishes to have a custom x Reader commission, feel free to message me! This is only the first part since tumblr's character limit likes to nerf my blabbing, but Click here for the full fic if you want to read more! Enjoy :) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Night after night, your feet always end up leading to his door. It’s become your own little ritual: waiting until everyone’s long turned in before you exit your room, quietly following an imaginary pattern through the floor tiles you’d draw in your head as your feet are led by something akin to a magnetic force, every movement now long memorized until you reach your destination. After that, every single time would be like clockwork, and his warm smile melts through the evening cold, uttering the same words as always: “You’re here.” It never gets old.

You would think things would never be the same after the first time. Once the two of you had made that dent in your relationship, all the “what ifs” floating about felt harrowing: The two of you could never speak of it again and take it for what it was: an accident that got out of hand, and moved on as if nothing happened. You could’ve gone even further and established your relationship (had he asked to, you might just have gone along with this option, too), forever changing the dynamic between the two of you and your teammates and adding weight to the already heavy burden that comes with being a sorcerer. In the end, one of those outcomes was partly true; You hadn’t really spoken about it or anything, but it was far from a gesture of denial. It all just had a way of falling into place between the two of you without all the fuss, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for the lack of drama. Despite it all, intimacy wasn’t a nightly occurrence. The desire is there, obviously— but there would be times where it felt like you had built your own little world, legs tangled together as you talked and talked throughout the night until you both passed out in each other’s embrace. Other times, there just wouldn’t be the chance to do much thanks to the duties that awaited you the following day, and all you’d be left with was a lingering sadness as you traced your way back to bed, feeling the scent of his clothes on yours. All in all, it was good… it would be perfect, even, if it weren’t for a couple of issues: 1) You haven’t gone all the way 2) You haven’t , for some reason, kissed. And for someone who spewed all that big talk about how bad he wants it in the heat of the moment, both of these problems were Yuuta’s fault exclusively. It wasn’t a big deal at first— Yuuta had grown far more confident in the time you two grew close, but his shy nature was a tough one to beat. It is one of the many reasons you find him so adorable, and it makes pushing him around in bed all that more fun. But each time you find yourself being cut short from the cusp of your desires, you find your growing frustration harder and harder to swallow. And now, in this very moment, standing by the doorframe he so casually rests a hand on, greeting you the same way he did the day before, the day before that, and all the other previous days, the metaphorical lid you’ve put on said frustrations is about to burst.

Normally you’d just let yourself in and respond “I’m here.” Today, you stand there, feet planted on the ground and look him straight in the eye, asking, “Why haven’t we kissed yet?” Had you given Yuuta a mouthful of molten lava, his face might’ve been less red than it had turned just then. “Huh?”

“Why. Haven’t. We. Kissed yet?” The hint of frustration in your tone makes him tense up further, and his shoulders shrug more and more by reflex with each pointed pause, as he tries to gauge how angry you are about the issue “Wow. Um.” He blinks, a shaky smile slowly growing across his crimson red features while he makes way for you to step in. “Can we talk about this inside?” “You know,” You start, accepting his invite —but not without shouldering past him to prove a point—“There’s steps to this stuff but it feels like you’re sooo content with skipping all of them, and with me just touching your dick and getting you off, it’s almost like you’re not begging to go all the way every time, then shrinking back, then begging again without so much as a kiss to spare. So, what’s the deal? Are you just doing it to humor me?” It takes a few seconds of buffering for him to take all the information you throw at him, but soon enough his brain catches up, and his mouth hangs open all but for a fraction of a second before he purses his lips in a tight line and sits on the edge of his bed, patting next to him to welcome you to do the same. Skeptical as you are about his intentions, you can’t manage to say no to his pleading eyes and sit next to him with crossed arms, waiting for him to plea his case. “It’s not that I don’t want to.” He finally answers, scratching the bridge of his nose with a finger. “Believe me, I want to do all that, but it’s not like I have the experience for it. I want to make you feel good, I just kind of don’t know where to start because I’ve never… kissed. Or done any of it before we started, really.” Oh. “So you’re saying we’ve been doing all that, but you’ve never…” He nods, now bringing his hand to the back of his neck bashfully. “Oh.” Well, now you can’t help but feel bad for him. The air following his confession is so thick it could be cut with a knife. The both of you avoid eye contact for what seems like ages- fidgeting with the wood frame of the bed, picking at a bit of dust stuck in the sheets, listening to the faint sound of a cricket somewhere outdoors. It feels nearly impossible to recover from such an awkward turn of events— despite that, Yuuta seems to surprise you, though, starting to lean close so he could meet eye to eye with you, speaking as if he were sharing a secret between the two of you. “Would you like to try?” His earnest demeanor never fails to get to you. You suddenly feel a knot in your throat, a stirring in your chest you can’t seem to describe when the mere idea of taking Yuta Okkotsu’s first kiss begins to materialize in your head. You stare into his eyes, dark and earnest as always, but you can’t seem to find yourself capable of holding contact for too long. Instead you try to find anything else to divert your attention towards: the strand of hair that hangs slightly over his eyes, the bridge of his nose sloping down to his perfect cupid’s bow, his lips, barely parted as they wait for your answer. God, will he ever stop being cute?

You shift in bed, bringing yourself to your knees in front of him. There was always something about having the upper edge when being able to tower over Yuuta when you normally wouldn’t be able to that gave you a rush— the look of surprise in his face whenever you catch him off guard was a treasure to behold, a thing so precious that you cannot resist to cradle in your hands, your palms curving along his cheeks ever so gently as you lift his face up, your mouths nearly inches away from each other. “I’ll teach you, Yuuta.” The gasp Yuuta emits is barely audible, but you can tell he’s trying his very best to keep his cool. His fingers shake, lifting from the sheets to your sides, ghosting above them before holding on with as much care as you do him, and he gulps air before he nods expectantly. Had it been this simple from the beginning, it might not have been this much fun. You take in his expression for a few seconds, your thumb rubbing over his lower lip in a single, slow swipe. You study it’s softness, the way it gives against your touch and how easily you can tuck that finger into it, pulling it down gently and watching the rest of Yuuta’s mouth open so obediently that you could devour him in kisses until your mouths give out. You want to kiss him, you want it so bad, and by the way he lets you handle him you can tell he’s wanted it too. It’s a relief for you, knowing your desire isn’t one-sided, and you’re just about to cave… …until your thumbs dips into his mouth instead, pressing against his tongue. “Suck on this first.” Where someone else might have protested and demanded their kiss already, Yuuta, ever so eager to please you, only averts his gaze downwards, closing his mouth around the digit and rolls his tongue around it, letting a long breath out his nose. The warm, wet feeling sends a lovely shiver down your spine as you echo his breath with a sigh, keeping his cheek cradled with your free hand as your finger pushes in, then out slowly. You marvel at the sight, but only briefly before you slide it back in with ease, shuffling above him to straddle his lap, making yourself comfortable on his legs. “Good. Just like that…show me how bad you want to kiss me. Can you do that for me?” Yuuta obliges, opening his mouth to allow you to pull your thumb out, making room for your index and middle finger. He closes it again with a soft moan, leaning in to take their full length before pulling his head back, then forth once more as you can feel his tongue dart between them, coating them in his spit. He nearly leaves you speechless with his eager sucks, the smack of his lips ringing in your ears as he kisses and dribbles around the tips of your fingers nearly making your head spin with arousal. I want to kiss him, you think. And you do want to, you’d do anything to make your tongue take the place of your fingers right now and feel his lips against yours, your tongues pushing together, your arms wrapping around each other desperately as you finally get a taste of each other. And yet, what’s a bit more waiting?

For Yuuta, probably torture. The realization nearly makes you giggle but you decide to hold back, opting to push him further. Your hips dip down, and you can feel him already hard against you, not to anyone’s surprise. By now you had both long accepted that Yuuta was pretty easy to rile up, and you had no complaints about it— if anything, you really got a kick out of driving him crazy, and tonight wasn’t going to be any different if you had a say in it. Pulling your fingers out, you ask him: “Hard already?” “Sorry…” “Wanna put it in?” “W-whah—Huh!? Okay…” “Nope~” And there it is, that adorable little whine he makes when you dangle something in front of him and take it away. The urge to laugh nearly gets to you again but you stay strong, anchoring yourself with the feeling of his pants pressing against yours. You tell yourself the long game will be worth it once you see his eyes gloss over, threatening tears. He will be worth it. “Take it out, though, I have something fun in mind.” -- Full fic here

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winterrrnight · 8 months

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hey angel, please could you write a fic with soft rafe x reader where they have been best friends for years and are finally in a relationship after admitting feelings for eachother and they have cute happy moments where they remember they’re not just friends theyre finally in a relationship now?

Tysm x

oh my goodness, this took me so so long than it should've and I'm so sorry about that! I love and adore this idea so much, but for some reason I never felt satisfied with how I was writing it so there were too many restarts. But we finally have the final product! It's inspired by your request, I don't think it's exactly what you requested, but the main idea was kept in mind throughout. I hope you like this and is up to your expectations 💞

memories

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: a little collection of some of your favorite moments with your best friend, lover, partner in crime all rolled in one: rafe cameron.

WARNINGS: small mentions of alcohol, but mostly fluff and two lovers being mean to each other because it's their love language 🫶🏻🤭

EDITH SPEAKS: thank you to my bestie @runningfrom2am who helped me out with this fic! she told me all her favourite memories with her own boyfriend and that resulted in this very cute fic so thank you sooo much raye 🥹🥹

There is a little KC Undercover reference in the fic, which is like, probably one of the most iconic dialogues of Ms. KC herself and I had this beautiful opportunity to use it so I just couldn't pass it up 🤭

I hope you all like this!! Please ignore any little grammatical/spelling errors. And please like and reblog if you like this 🪂

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It's so easy for you to say how your life has changed for the better when you and Rafe finally became official. He has been your best friend since you both were little, and now to see you both expand your relationship which you had formed since such a small age, always makes you feel like the happiest person on this planet.

It's no lie that it took you some time to finally get to the dating stage. After realising your feelings for each other, you both needed a lot of pushing from your friends to finally confess.

"He looks at you as if you're his whole world! Why aren't you telling him?" Your friends would groan, as they would catch you with your mouth almost agape as he walks past you and gives you a smile.

"No, I don't think he does," you would dismiss your friends' thoughts and before they could say anything else, you would be rushing to your class.

Now, fast forward to three years later, you both are in university and live in a shared apartment. You took your own time to reach to this stage of your life with each other, but you're so grateful where you are now, because there's no one else you'd rather do it with.

"When we'll grow old, we'll be roomies forever!" Rafe would tell you in his little squeaky voice when he wasn't even seven years old. You would giggle at him and eagerly nod. Who knew those little dreams will come true, and you both will be a lot more than just friends?

Sharing an apartment with Rafe is everything you've always imagined it would be, each night feels like the sleepover you had when you were little. Except this time, you don't have this fear of laughing a little too loud that a parent is on their way to scold you for being up for so late. You can laugh and talk as loud as you want to, eat whatever your heart desires and talk about any topic you feel like.

You both have your moments where you tend to forget you're dating and aren't just two best friends who share an apartment solely because they thought it would be fun. One time, you had one of your oldest albums in your camera roll opened, and you were laughing at all the pictures.

"Dude look at this one!" You laughed, finding a hidden gem. Rafe feigned shock as he looked at you.

"You did not just call me dude." He said, deadpanned. You pop a crisp in your mouth from the packet you're both sharing.

"What's wrong with that?" You asked shrugging.

"I'm your boyfriend, that's rude,"

"Whatever bro," you giggled, averting your attention to your phone.

"That's even worse!" He whined.

"OH MY GOD!" You yelled as you laughed out loud, the next picture on your phone seeming pretty unbelievable. It's from a Halloween night years ago, and you both totally forgot you dressed up very poorly as Barbie and Ken. But the thing is, you were Ken and he was Barbie.

You both were dressed in a hot pink from head to toe, and your make up is loud and proud. "You need to be Barbie again," you laughed, as you teased him by nudging his arm with your elbow.

"Definitely not," he chuckled, shaking his head.

It definitely doesn't stop here. It was your aunt's birthday and she had a big party, inviting a lot of your family. It was towards the start of your relationship, and you definitely weren't used to calling this idiot your boyfriend.

"And this is Rafe! He's my uh, my boyfriend! Yes, boyfriend, oh my god!" You said out loud, your aunt laughing at your reaction.

He only shook his head at you and flicked your ear. Your reflexes acted up instantly and your hands went to his hair to completely mess them up.

One thing about you both is that have been extremely competitive since you were little. You've always wanted to beat him in whatever game you're playing, bowling, basketball, or even just Uno. And when one wins, they make sure to remind the other about it every minute.

"Oh my god I totally crushed you!" You yelled, attracting attention from people around you as you jump up and down, looking at the final score of your bowling match with Rafe.

"I won, you lost, I won, you lost," you sang as you danced in front of him, and he just stood there, looking at you.

"Oh shut up," He groaned, walking away as you're there dancing to yourself. You laughed and ran to catch up to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he instantly picked you up, you now on his back with your legs around his waist.

"I'm sorry bub, but I did crush you big time," you mumbled kn his ear. He groaned again, and then threatened to drop you on the ground. You let out a squeal and tighten your grip on him, which in turn made him laugh.

But you both are a whole another level of competitiveness when you are a team. There's not a single game invented which you both cannot win as a team, and the adrenaline rush you both get after you win results in some of the most crazy victory couple dances.

You found yourself at a party, and the game of beer pong is at an edge as people are watching you and him compete against another couple. It was the tiebreaker point, and if Rafe made the shot, you both would win.

"You can do this yeah?" You said, your hands holding his face as you looked him straight in the eye. "Just take a deep breathe, and shoot." He nodded at you and you handed him a ping pong ball.

He took his position and took a deep breathe in, clutching onto the ball in his hand. He shot the ball, and you watched from the side expectantly, your hands clutched together. It felt as if everything was in slow motion as the ball made its way to the other end of the table. You heard a soft plop as it landed in a cup of beer, and everyone around you started to cheer out loud.

You ran up to Rafe with the biggest grin on your face and he picked you up and spun you around. One of your friends came up to hand you the cup of beer. Rafe drank half of it, and then gave you the beer left to drink.

Everyone came up to you to congratulate you and hype you up even more, getting an occasional pat on your back. You looked at the couple who you both defeated, and Rafe made his way to them with you on his heels.

"Ding!" He said out loud. "That's the sound of the elevator, because you're not on our level!" He teased them and everyone around you gasped and cheered out loud, as you hollered around. The couple just gave you both a dirty look and leave, and you just looked at Rafe and gave him a high five.

"That'll tell 'em not to challenge us anymore," he said, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your head.

But what was the most concerning yet your favorite moment between you two was when he had this urge to be your knight in shining armor, but he also wanted to be the reason you needed help.

You were planning to take a little boat ride with all your friends, and as you all were standing on the dock, Rafe gave you a little nudge and dropped you in the water.

You screamed out loud as you went into the water, but quickly resurfacing as you swam up. You wiped your face with your hands as you pushed all your hair back, and when your eyes regained their focus, you saw everyone on the dock looking at you with utter shock.

You were gasping as you felt the cold water on your skin, when Rafe quickly removed his t shirt and came closer to the edge of the dock.

"Don't worry darling, I'm coming to save you!" He yelled with his chest wide as if he's a hero. You watched him jump into the water and swim up to you, and just as he reached you, you punch him in his arm, hard.

"What the fuck is this?!" You yelled, and Rafe came closer to you and wrapped his arms around you.

"What do you think this is? I'm here to save you," He said with a proud smile on his face.

"You asshole, you dropped me in the water," you said as he started to lead you towards the dock.

"What are you saying? You tripped off the edge and I'm here to save you. Did you hit your head on a rock or something?" He shook his head. You scoffed as he helped you get onto the dock. "I'm your knight babe, I'll always save you whenever you need to be rescued."

"What a relief." You said, rolling your eyes.

What he said that day is totally true though, all these times you've wanted help from someone, he's been there for you without fail. He picks you up everytime you fall down, even literally (but after he finishes laughing at you).

He makes you the happiest you have ever been. You'll always be so grateful for him.

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comradekatara · 4 months

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sry if u already answered this, but like thoughts on gaang + the girls trying weed for the first time + how they would do it 🙈

the first time suki tries weed she is ten years old. a bunch of the older girls are getting high together, and when none of them are looking she steals their bong. they find her on the bathroom floor hacking up a lung. but once she finally stops coughing she’s like woah this rules…

you may be wondering why i’m listing suki first when i don’t usually do that for these kinds of posts, but since suki is of course the one who introduces every other member of the gaang to weed, it feels only appropriate.

suki gets high with sokka like a week into the start of their relationship. sokka is pretty disappointed tbh. he thought maybe weed would solve all his problems and unlock the secrets to the universe, but in actuality it just made his head hurt. alas

suki then tries to get high with zuko, who flat out refuses. he doesn't like suki, and he's afraid that she can tell (she can) and is in fact trying to poison him. so sokka has to suffer the intolerable Weed Headache all over again so that he can get high with zuko, because he wouldn't feel safe otherwise. "why doesn't he just not get zuko high in the first place?" you may be asking. well it's because suki begged sokka to get zuko high upon her insistence that it would be really funny. and it is.

katara also wants to try weed but suki is like "not until you're older" (she may sound like a massive hypocrite here, but she knows that sokka would kill her if he ever found out that she gave DRUGS to his BABY SISTER!!!!) and even when katara is like "but you're barely older than i am and you've clearly been doing this forever???" suki refuses to budge. eventually, after one million years, katara finally gets to try a hit from suki's special stash, and she's like "yeah, wow, this is good weed. wayyy better than iroh's tbh." to which sokka and suki are both like "excuse me WHAT???!?!?!?!?!"

aang wants in on suki hotboxing the bathroom and is just like "why does it smell like gyatso in here?" to which suki's like "your mentor, the air nomad legend, monk gyatso, was a pothead?" and aang's like "well i don't know about that, but your room smells exactly like the stuff he'd give us to calm us down whenever we got too hyper." at which point suki just shrugs and passes her joint.

iroh is actually the first person to give toph weed. like with that unpleasant katara revelation, suki feels immensely betrayed. so does sokka, for some reason, even though he doesn't even smoke weed. toph thinks it's just fine tbh, but then she discovers that getting azula high is actually the funniest thing ever, and she starts smoking way more, specifically with azula.

azula and toph get high together pretty frequently. sometimes (whenever he catches wind that this is happening) sokka joins them just to chaperone (he's scared of all the damage they might cause with any sort of common sense filter turned all the way off) and also to witness it (it's truly a sight to behold). they mostly just bitch about their terrible families, but their insults are really funny, and they make each other crack up. they have fun together.

suki is really proud of the fact that she's the first person to ever give mai weed. she's like, "wait..... did iroh never...." and mai's just like, "you really think i'd let that old creep push drugs around me?" weed does for mai exactly what sokka had hoped it would. for once in her life she's not hyper vigilant while also being bored out of her mind, but actually kind of chill and happy. sokka is so fucking jealous.

ty lee refuses to try weed, or any kind of mind-altering substances whatsoever. she won't even drink a single glass of wine at dinner. she's convinced that the moment she lets her guard down someone will finally find one of her weaknesses (a real one, not just the ones she advertises on purpose to deflect from her true vulnerabilities) and exploit it. suki, on the other hand, doesn't understand how someone so hot and cool could also be so straightedge. she's constantly trying to get mai to convince ty lee to try weed, but mai is just like, "sorry but this is just how she is, there's no changing her." eventually, years down the line, ty lee is finally sufficiently worn down and agrees to try weed once with suki and mai, but that they must first shut all the doors and close the blinds and promise to never let her out of their sight. it goes...fine? she's never tempted to try it again, but at least now she knows, and that's that.

bonus: no one knows this, but it wasn't actually gyatso who gave aang his first joint. it was bumi.

#la-jura #asks #the gaang and #suki #im pretty sure i have actually talked about this before tbh #multiple times in fact #but whatever. always a good topic to revisit #also fyi. jet was probably PLANNING on giving katara weed but never got around to it #alas

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sylvies-chen · 3 months

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top five moments of 6x02 ♡

OMG I CAN ONLY PICK FIVE?? OK LET’S GO:

lie detector (tim’s ily) — I think this moment is my favourite part of the episode by far, because first off you have the question about the bugs which was SOOOO cute and so encapsulating of chenford’s relationship that it had me giggling at my tv and twirling my hair lol. but then lucy takes the time to seek out confirmation of his love out of her own will, not because she needed to be proven right but because she wanted to hear it 🥹 and he immediately says yes! he loves her! we finally get to hear it and the lie detector shows it’s true and it’s just so gratifying for chenford fans to finally get this

cop cutie! cute and on duty! — GUYS I KNOW IT’S CORNY BUT HATERS WILL HATE, DADDY COP IS A BANGER!! this was so funny and such an earworm— and to those saying they thought it was an old episode when it opened on that scene, lemme just say SAME lol— but then to up the ante by pulling out the choir as if literally singing for and rejoicing the 100th episode was just so perfect and classic rookie: a little hokey but well executed and fun and all around heartfelt. 10/10 I need it on spotify right now.

if I ain’t got you by alicia keys (lucy’s ily) — okay I’m scared some of you chenford girlies are going to tar and feather me for not putting this at number 1 or 2 but HEAR ME OUT: I’ve expressed my problems about this temporary argument solution!! I think this whole scene is so gorgeous for so so so many reasons: lucy and tim dancing as a couple for the first time, the matching outfits, the kiss, ugh all PERFECT I love my babies 🥹❤️ that being said, I don’t like how so much of the resolution/peace between them relied on tim being completely in the wrong when I feel like it’s a more nuanced issue than that and denies lucy any opportunity to critically reflect on her own feelings about this. and also, it does seem weird to me that she wouldn’t have said ‘I love you’ back to tim when he first said it?? they smile at each other but then they’re back to looking awkwardly from afar at the wedding (prior to this scene of course) and so I’m a bit uneasy at the implication (which the writers did not necessarily add on purpose) that lucy’s ily depended on him admitting he was wrong in any way. but idk maybe I’m just being too nitpicky here, I still ADOREEE THIS SCENE FOREVER AND EVER I want it on my grave k thanks

tim down on one knee — need I say more?? this imagery of him on his knee with the ring staring up at lucy was a glimpse at chenford’s future and it was such cute teasing, god I love writers and showrunners when they add messy fun little teaser moments like this! plus tim totally kicked ass, all covered in blood and ready to pass out, and ah, I do always say the best kind of lust is bloodlust 😌

bailan wedding vows — I actually cannot believe the day has come where a bailan moment is in my top 5 episode moments but these wedding vows showed me how the writers are finally able to articulate what works about them as a couple!! with someone as impressive and as versatile and skilled as bailey, I think literally any other man would feel threatened or emasculated, but nolan really is just Some Guy™️ who’s really into her and obsessed with her and is very sturdy ground for her to come home to. I wish we dove more into her past as a survivor of abuse because I feel like that previous situation informs so much of why she loves john even though, let’s be real: she’s eons above his league holy shit it’s not even funny how out of his league she is. but also she could never be with anyone else! she really just loves him and they have such a nice soft relationship which the wedding really sold me on. I liked it a lot even though I had my qualms about her and him as individuals and together.

honourable mention to wade and luna because I love them so much y’all they are adorable!! anyways, here’s my list and lmk if you agree

#abby.answers #the rookie #chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #john nolan #bailey nune #celina juarez

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rancidpancakebatter · 2 years

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In the Name of Good | Prt 1 -[P.P.]

Pairings: Dark!Yandere!Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Prompt: "what are we going to do about this?" you're caught, red-handed, and peter's next move could destroy your life forever. unless… you can convince him otherwise

Summary: Peter is acting strange and curiosity kills the cat

word Count: 6k words

Content: MINORS DNI: 18+

Swearing, Somnophillia, Murder, Mentions of blood, Mentions of emesis, Animal Abuse/harm (Murder Triad stuff)

( Part 2 | Masterlist )

A/N: AHHHHHH! I'm so sorry I'm late I saw this like 30 minutes ago and whipped this up. Anyway, congrats to @liz-allyn and I'm honoured that you would wanna read anything I write. This is for you :))

Also, there is a literal murder scene in here so read at your own discretion. Perhaps I should cut back on the true crime after this. It's separated from the rest of the text and in italics so you can avoid it if you wish not to read

Peter Parker was the kindest man you knew. You grew up down the street from each other. Your parents moved into his neighbourhood when you were 7 years old. You sat in the front yard with a popsicle as the adults passed you by, carrying many heavy boxes. Across the street, you saw the curtains move. A mop of brown curls ducking as soon as you looked.

Peter had never really had friends before. Always been more of a loner. Aunt May had been preparing cookies all day and promised to take him over when “the new neighbours look more settled.” But he was impatient. He watched as you sat across the street, red popsicle dripping down your chin and fingers. He was fascinated by it. He liked the colour and the way it danced down your arm, enchanting.

You quickly became best friends, walking to school every day and playing at recess together. Peter didn’t treat you differently because you were a girl, he didn’t treat you like you were dainty. He would encourage you to jump off the swings with him. He would do nerf battles with you. He would rough house too.

Peter was your best friend and you loved him unconditionally. In middle school, you had your first crush: Noah Myers. Peter didn’t like him very much but you were head over heels for this boy. He called you pretty and drew you flowers that you would keep in your locker. He asked you to the spring dance and you were so excited to go. Peter and Aunt May took you dress shopping and it was so much fun, until he ditched you to dance with some other girl, an eighth grader no less. You could never compete with her.

That night you cried into Peter’s shoulder and he told you he would make him pay. You weren’t sure what he meant by that, and you never did. Noah showed up to school for a week and then disappeared. People said he moved others said he transferred schools but no one knew for sure.

By high school, many people thought that You and Peter were dating. Your relationship could be seen as co-dependent but you didn’t really care. He made you feel safe. There was hardly a secret between you two. He regularly spent the night at your place and his bed was always open to you. He was there for every milestone; you couldn’t imagine anyone else you would want to share those moments with.

That was until senior year. He started getting distant, he wouldn’t answer his phone for hours at a time and would never explain why. You thought maybe he had a girlfriend, but who? The thought alone made you feel like you were putting your heart through a vegetable spiralizer. It’s true that you weren't dating but you liked his attention. You had never thought of sharing it. Maybe that was selfish of you.

This went on for weeks and you were starting to get restless. What was he doing? What was he hiding? You stayed by your bedroom window on a Tuesday afternoon, watching his house. What you didn’t realise was that Peter was watching you too. He always did. He would watch you through his camera lens from the comfort of his bed. You knew he took pictures of you, you had seen them tacked up on his wall. He explained they were candids and you thought nothing more of it. His sweet, gullible, little lamb.

You didn’t see the stash he had in a book under his bed. He had cut out the pages to make room for your beauty. You had never thought to be reserved around Peter, sometimes changing in front of him. It was a cruel tease that you thought so little of him. He would watch you after school, as you studied, cleaned your room, and did your little workout that drove him crazy.

But today was different. Today you were looking right at him. You didn’t realise this of course, but you were. Why were you watching him, or trying to at least? Had he raised your suspicion? Had you been following the news? He knows Aunt May has warned him about going out at night. He wonders if someone had given you the same talk.

Hello, little lamb, he thought, What is it you want to know? He had to play his cards right. He could make himself visible, see what you might do. He could stay hidden and enjoy knowing you were looking for him. He could call you, pretend to be busy, see if you falter. So many options, so many choices.

Peter liked having choices. He likes making choices for others. That’s something he relished in you. You were so obedient, so willing to act on his will. It might be the only reason he hadn’t been caught. Knowing that it might come back to you made him careful. He had to protect you, keep you safe from the dangers of this world.

Like the dog on Kalamasis Street that tried to bite you. That stupid mutt scared you, snarling and barking at you. It had threatened you and he couldn’t stand for that. He felt joy in the missing fliers hung around the block. He pointed one out to you, just to see what you would say. He swelled with pride when you declared “Serves it right. I just hope it doesn’t come back to finish what it started.”

Peter couldn’t tell you that he knew it wouldn’t. Not yet. He had to make sure you were ready. He had to know that you would accept him and all his flaws. He had to know you would stand by him. He couldn’t lose you, neither of you would survive it.

You were patient, he’ll give you that. Three hours passed with you sitting at your window sill before you called him. He watched as you fumbled with the device in your hands, mulling it over. A choice. You chose to call him.

“Hey Petey, you home?” You sounded chipper but you didn’t know he could see the worry on your face. The way you picked at your nailbed nervous about his answer.

“My car’s out front right?” he chuckled, delighting in your desire to see him.

“Can I come over?” he had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. You were so cute.

“Of course, little lamb, you’re always welcome over.” You smiled and he took a picture. You were so perfect, the way you were leaning over the window sill, your breasts pushed out in that thin tank top you had on.

He watched as you made your way across the street, backpack in hand. You had made another choice: to spend the night. Peter was conflicted with himself. He wanted to go out tonight, but having you in his bed would make it difficult. Not because you would catch him, you never did, but it might distract him.

You loved spending the night at Peter’s. It was the best rest you ever had. Maybe it was because his home was homier than yours. His came with an Aunt May, homemade dinners, and a bigger bed. It didn’t matter how much you complained, your parents refused to get you anything bigger than a twin. You think it’s because they’re not as on board with Pete spending the night but you don’t care. You just share your twin and your parents will either have to get you a bigger bed or sleep knowing you and Peter have to snuggle to fit.

Pete meets you at the door and basks in the smile that spreads across your face. You make your way to the dining room table where you begin to work on your homework. Peter joins you and you enjoy the quiet, it feels nice just to be with him. You suddenly feel stupid for getting so jealous over a girl who probably didn’t exist.

You didn’t notice Peter watching your every move as if trying to memorise the choreography of your mundane mannerisms. The way you twirled everything that entered your hand, a pen, a pencil, a straw. The way you would let out three quick puffs of air when you got stumped on something. The way you crossed and uncrossed your legs in thought.

Being “normal” around you was hard, even though his normal around you was already odd. He decided to take advantage of his time with you, hoping perhaps he can satiate himself with you and not need to go out tonight. He let out a dramatic puff of air, catching your attention.

“I can’t focus.” You leaned on your hand pouting.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You were always so willing to serve.

“Can you sit on my lap? You’re too far and it’s distracting.” You got up without a second thought. Physical closeness with Peter was something you were so used to. Whether it be holding hands, cuddling, or sitting on his lap, that was just expected.

You sat on his thigh and it took everything in him not to grab your hips and slowly start grinding you against him. He wondered what you would sound like, what sweet noises and pleas you would make for him. He wondered if you had ever done something like that. He imagines you grinding against a stuffed animal he had given you. What would Mr Whiskers say if he could talk?

You were so oblivious to him and it both excited and angered him. It excited him because he knew he could get away with quite a bit. But it angered him because he wanted you to be his, all his and no one else's. He remembered the guy from your econ class then.

You had worn a skirt Peter had bought you to school today. You loved anything Peter picked out for you and wore it with pride. It was definitely too short for dress code but you were such a sweetheart no one dared scold you. That guy didn’t care how sweet you were.

Peter watched as he trailed behind you in the halls, just staring at your ass, making obscene gestures that his lackeys would laugh at. He had to pay. He couldn’t get away with that. Ogling at what wasn’t his. You none the wiser, too sweet and kind to know what he meant. Peter had to protect you, his little lamb.

It was nine o’clock, time for bed. Peter preferred to stay up but he could never say no to you. You dressed in your pyjamas and Peter watched, he watched as you pulled your shirt off exposing your perfect back to him. He wanted to kiss and lick up your spine, have you mewling, begging for more. You unhooked your bra and for a moment he was jealous of the Smith’s poster on the wall that got to see them. It’s not that Peter hasn’t seen them, it’s just always been through a viewfinder, two planes of glass and a street away.

He always slept in his boxers and you never thought anything of it. It never occurred to you that maybe that was too intimate between friends. He was in his home and could sleep as he wished. You got in bed as Peter went to get you some water. He always did this. Made sure you had plenty to eat and drink. Every time you spent the night he gave you a glass of water and made you drink it all, he was just so kind.

While fixing your drink he tried to focus on you. He tried to convince himself that a night with you was better than a night out, but all he could think about was that fucking guy. He had gone through the yearbook and found him. Blake Walsh was the son of Debera and John Walsh. John owned a landscaping company and after a little digging, he found their address. He couldn’t not go out tonight. Not after what he did to you.

He stirred your glass, making sure the sleep aid fully dissolved. After inspecting it closely he was pleased with his work. You smiled at him as you accepted the water, downing it in seconds before rolling over and patting the place next to you. Peter wasted no time climbing in after you. It wasn’t long before sleep overtook you. Peter waited patiently for your light snores before moving. He had a busy night ahead of him.

First, he petted your face, moving the hair out of the way. You didn’t even flinch. He had been worried he hadn’t used enough melatonin, you were starting to build a tolerance over the years so he had to give you more, always careful to not use too much. He didn’t want you to be suspicious. He ripped the blankets off of you and rolled you onto your back.

He took in your sleeping form, nipples peaked through your thin shirt due to the sudden coldness, your exposed hip from where it rode up, your shorts bunched. He wanted to ravish you. He checked the clock, 10:30. He had to finish his night by three. It would take him at least two hours to take care of Blake, but he always underestimated.

He had thirty minutes to enjoy you. He began by slowly pulling down your shorts, listening carefully for any disturbance from you. Once your shorts were off he buried his head between your thighs. He thanked whatever deity was out there for giving him this gift of heightened sent. God, you smelled so good he could almost taste you. He couldn’t help himself, he laid his tongue flat against your core through your cotton panties. He relished in the little squirm you made.

He allowed himself a few more licks before he couldn’t stand it any longer. He was rutting against the bed, his hard-on leaking precum onto the sheets. He pulled his boxers off and sat back at the head of the bed. He slowly lifted your hand, kissing your knuckles before spitting into your palm. He listened carefully, monitoring your heart rate and breathing pattern as he went. He slowly wrapped your fingers around his member, it twitched in your hand.

He started stroking himself with it, your skin was so soft. He bit his lip as he sped up your movements. He stared at your innocent face, he wondered what you would look like falling apart from his hands. Maybe one day he’d know. It wasn’t long before he was cumming, heightened senses making him sensitive. He carefully licked your hand clean before going to the bathroom to clean himself up.

He got dressed and went to his closet. He had made a lock for it, much similar to his bedroom door, but this one was a combination lock. Aunt May was never in his room much and if she asked he had a collection of porno mags he would pull out and pretend to be ashamed of. He was sure she would let it go after that.

He grabbed his go bag and headed out the window. He had gotten into a routine of sorts for his adventures. First, he put his car in neutral and pushed it down the street to the stop sign. Anyone who saw him would just think he was a teenager sneaking out, nothing more. With his newfound strength, it was quite easy to do. Secondly, he would arrive a mile from the location. His endurance was much better now and running was easy, as was scaling houses. This brings us to three, find a point of entry/distraction.

When he first started he was more of the blitz attacker. Finding someone on a night run and ending it there, no planning, no flair, just a rush. But now he was getting good at this. He surveyed the house for a bit, it was quiet, and there didn’t seem to be any security measures. He could work with that. He saw a light on in one of the rooms, upon closer inspection he realised it was Blake’s. He was up on his phone, not seemingly doing much.

He found a doggie door in the backdoor and hopped around in silent glee. If he could pull this off he could get two kills tonight.

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He shimmied through and began listening for bodies. He heard something on the ground floor with him. He crept around the kitchen and opened a small door. It was a laundry room and there in the corner was his prize.

A beautiful golden retriever, none the wiser to his presence. He knelt beside it and it started to stir. He quickly clamped his hand around its mouth squeezing enough for it to yelp. He snapped his neck, taking its collar in his pocket. He lifted the dog over his shoulder and made his way under Blake’s window. He threw a couple of stones at the window and it wasn’t long until Blake opened it.

He was surprised to see Peter, even more, surprised to see him holding PopTart over his shoulder.

“Parker, what the hell are you doing here?” He whispered loudly.

“Hey, is this your dog? I don’t think she’s doing too well.” Peter bit back a smile. It was almost too easy. He watched as Blake began to panic before rushing away from the window.

Peter heard him open the front door and dropped the dog before scaling the side of the house to get a better view. Blake looked around briefly for Peter before falling to his knees in front of his dog. Peter watched as Blake began to shake her more and more before crying out.

“You know,” Blake’s head shot up at hearing Peter’s voice looking around before finally seeing him clinging to the side of his house. “You should really lock your doggy door.”

Blake said nothing as his brain continued to process. Peter lept off as he balled his fists together, knocking blake on the head. He picked them both up, one on each shoulder, “Really, any old creep could get in.”

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Peter returned to you at two am exhausted but very happy. When you woke up the next morning in his arms you were none the wiser about his escapades. Aunt May made you breakfast before you carpooled to school. You teased Peter for being such a morning person when you still felt groggy. Peter only chuckled, offering you some of his coffee and you took an appreciative sip.

You had a great day and Peter did too. He seemed extra affectionate, hugging you from behind, kissing you on the cheek. You appreciated it after feeling neglected for a month. You couldn’t remember the last time Peter seemed so happy.

That didn’t last when you walked in together on school Thursday. Peter immediately took notice of the extra cops in the school. He walked you to your locker and stared them down over your shoulder. They didn’t seem to suspect him. Why would they, they couldn’t know, right?

In English, he noticed a mob around Gwen Stacy. He took his seat listening in, “Yeah, my dad said Blake is missing. They think he might have run away or something. His window was open and his dog is missing too.”

He heard someone ask if she thought he was murdered, “My dad won’t tell me anything else but I’m sure he’s fine.”

Peter knew he wasn’t, Peter knew where he was. He was gone, unable to hurt you again.

That night at dinner May seemed on edge. “(Y/n), I know your parents are out of town but I would prefer it if you spent the night here.”

You looked at her confused and Peter shared your expression. “Mrs Parker, you know I’m never one to turn down an invitation. Are you worried about me being alone?”

May took a sip of water, and Peter recognised this look. She was worried but didn’t want to worry anyone else. Always the protector, never the protected. “I know it’s probably nothing but with those murders in the park and that kid missing…it has me worried. I don’t want you in that house alone. If anything happened to you-”

“Nothing would ever happen to her.” Peter hadn’t meant to say it. He hadn’t meant to snap like that. He felt anger rise in his gut at the insinuation, that May thought he would ever hurt you. Of course, she didn’t know that she had implied that, but he did and it angered him.

He melted a little when you rested your hand on his. He looked into your sad eyes and let himself be swaddled in your tone. “I know you would never let anything happen to me, okay Pete? I’m not going anywhere.”

You were so sweet and kind. To you, his outburst was out of fear. The fear of losing anyone else. You had held him as he cried over Uncle Ben, listening to his last voicemail on repeat. You had consoled him as a child when someone told him his parents hadn’t died they just didn’t love him enough to stay. You had been there for him, and he was determined to do the same.

That week you stayed at the Parker’s. You opted to just change at home as it was just across the street, instead of trying to pack all those clothes. Peter always accompanied you. He took the time to pick out your outfits and raid your panty drawer. He was a sick fuck and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself.

By the following Friday, Peter was getting restless. Spending every night with you was nice but he needed to get out again. His brain was foggy and he couldn’t focus on anything, even you weren’t helping.

That night when braiding your hair Peter grew curious. He wanted to tell you but he couldn’t, not yet. “So what do you think happened to that Blake kid?”

You were quiet for a minute and Peter worried you might not have heard him. “I think I chase boys away.”

That definitely wasn’t the response he was expecting, “What?”

He tied off the end of your braid and turned you around in his lap so you were facing him. You rested your hands on the back of his neck, head turned unable to look at him.

“It’s like, any guy that might like me just…disappears.” Peter raised his eyebrows, shocked you could even piece that together. You hadn’t said anything before.

“What do you mean?” Peter knew exactly what you meant but needed to know how much you knew.

“Well first it was Noah, he left me at the dance and then left forever. There was Micheal who flirted with me for a bit and then three days before our date just vanished. And now Blake, he just complimented my skirt. I’m not even sure he was into me but it was enough and now he…he ran away.” Peter could hear your voice breaking and moved to grab your chin. You didn’t fight as he raised it, levelling your gaze.

“Hey, it’s their fucking loss, okay? You are the most amazing person I know, anyone would be lucky to have you.” You sniffled and he continued. “Besides, none of those guys are worth a shit. No one is compared to you, little lamb.”

He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek before tucking you in and curling into your side. It wasn’t long before you were asleep and Peter snuck out to go to the park.

You woke up in the middle of the night. You felt cold. You realised then that Peter wasn’t in bed with you. You went downstairs to get a glass of water. Maybe Peter was right to give you water before bed, he didn’t tonight and now you couldn’t sleep.

You called out softly for him, but he didn’t answer. Was he not home? You checked the clock on the stove: 1:45. He shouldn’t be out. You made your way to the living room window and were surprised to see his car wasn’t there.

You were worried making your back upstairs. You climbed back into bed, tossing and turning unable to sleep. That’s when you noticed his closet was open. It was never opened. You stared at the small crack in the door, it called your name like a siren’s song. You told yourself you were only going to grab a hoodie, you were cold. You weren’t going to snoop.

You wish you never had. You wish you could go back to before you knew. When you first opened it you saw chalk on the wall. A bunch of tally marks. You thought it was odd. Then you noticed there were no clothes in here. The shelves were lined with odd trinkets, rings, a shoelace. You noticed a ziplock baggie with hair, a date hastily scribbled on, and you began to get nauseous. You noticed a dog collar, the tag glinting in the moonlight. You flipped it over and your heart fell to the floor.

It was from the dog down the street. You remembered seeing the same name and collar on the missing sign. The address lined up too. You began digging and you found more collars, more jewellery, even keys.

You found a bloody baseball card in the same bag as a dog collar. You turned it over, PopTart Walsh. Your hands shook as you realised what you were looking at. His trophies. There were so many, this had to be going on for years. You turned to the chalkboard and began counting the tallies.

“900” You gasped dropping the collar with a loud clatter. You hadn’t heard him come in.

“Well, it is now. Technically, there are 899 tallies there, but after tonight,” he held up a pair of headphones already bagged and dated, “It’s 900.”

You took slow steps back and he matched each one, hands turned out. Your back met the wall and you squeaked as you realised you had backed yourself into the closet.

“Woah there, little lamb, be careful. You don’t want to hurt yourself.” His smile looked sickening in the moonlight. You had never felt fear like this before. You had started crying, cheeks feeling itchy as each tear dried.

“Aw, you poor thing. Why don’t you come on out of there and we can go to bed.” His tone was the same as always, gentle and soothing. You didn’t like it anymore, it seemed false now. Now that you knew he was anything but gentle. But what could you do?

You took slow steps forward feeling your heart drop with every pace towards his open arms. He held you tightly, pinning your arms to your sides, as he nuzzled your neck with his nose. You felt sick, you hated that his touch still made feel special. After everything you’d seen, after everything you know, you still find yourself melting into his embrace.

Peter feels your heartbeat start to steady and pulls away slightly. He cradles your face, your hair stuck between his palms and your cheeks. He tuts as he wipes your tears with his thumbs, “Why aren’t you in bed, little one?”

Your breathing was still quick but you tried your best to answer. “I- I was cold. You were gone. I got- I got scared.”

You felt your eyes start to water again and Peter fixed you with a soft smile. One that would usually make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Little lamb, you have nothing to be afraid of.”

He observed you for a while, trying to decide his next move. You knew now. The cat’s out of the bag and one of this size certainly can’t be swept under the rug. This was going to change everything.

“You have a choice,” His tone was low and silky. You shuddered as his breath ran over the bridge of your nose. “You can try and run, but I assure you, you won’t get very far.”

Your stomach dropped at his words as if the gravity of the situation finally hit you. You were in danger. You were in danger because your best friend was a serial killer and would kill you to not get caught. Peter had never threatened you before. Not even jokingly.

“Or, you can be a good little girl and wait for me.” Your blood ran cold at the nickname. It wasn’t one he used often. You could count on one hand the amount of times he had used it in the 10 years you’ve known him.

You nodded your head and he tutted again, “Words, darling.”

You swallowed, your mouth suddenly feeling dry, “I’ll be good.”

Peter seemed satisfied by your answer and rewarded you with a kiss on the forehead. You sat on his bed as you heard the water start to run. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the closet door. The more you looked into the inky blackness the more it seemed to pull you in. Your head hurt. Suddenly you couldn’t breathe. Wild thoughts began to race through your mind.

How long had this been going on?

Were you dying right now?

Had he poisoned you?

Was he going to kill you anyway?

Had he really killed 900 people?

Before you realised what you were doing you felt the morning dew on your bare feet. The sensation shocked you back into your body. You left. You weren’t a good girl, you had left. And now Peter was going to punish you, probably in a deadly capacity. You considered turning back, but the thought of looking in that closet again almost made you hurl on the Parker’s front lawn.

You made your way across the street and went up to your room. You didn’t bother locking the door. If Peter wanted to get to you, you doubted a locked door would stop him. You raced up the stairs and into your ensuite bathroom.

You felt like a wreck, Your head pounding as your stomach expelled everything it could. You rinsed your mouth out and began brushing your teeth, wanting to rid your mouth of the bitter taste of bile. After rinsing your face you turned back to your room. You climbed into bed facing the window, you didn’t see any movement yet. Everything seemed still at the Parker house. For a moment you thought you might have dreamed it. Just a moment though.

“You ran away.” His voice was stone, sending shivers down your spine.

You curled into yourself as if that would somehow save you, “No, I didn’t”

You heard his footfall on the carpet, he was right behind you now, “Arguing isn’t going to help you, little lamb.”

You felt his hand grip your shoulder. It hurt as he ripped at it, pulling you to face him. The shadows of the room painted him in an eerie light. His hood was pulled over his face, only his mouth illuminated by the velvety glow of the street lights.

“I couldn’t-” You took a deep breath, suddenly feeling breathless again. “I couldn’t stay in there. I felt like the darkness was going to swallow me up.”

Peter’s demeanour changed, it was like your words flicked a switch. His countenance changed to one of pity. You weren’t sure you liked it. He sat by your legs before bending over and picking you up. It felt unnatural, the strength he had, the way he lifted you like it was nothing.

He tucked you into his chest, stroking your hair. “Poor thing, I’m so sorry you had to see that. I know you weren’t ready.” You stayed silent, unsure of what to say.

“I’m sure you have questions,” he left a quick peck on your scalp, “ask away.”

You thought for a moment before opening your mouth, “Have you really killed 900 people?”

He chuckled, the rumbling shaking your body, “No, that’s just how many things I’ve killed. I started the tally not long before you came along. It’s mostly bugs and animals. I’ve only killed 9 people.”

You almost laughed at the absurdity, only 9. As if ending a human life wasn’t such a big deal. It wasn’t much only 9. You asked the only question you could think of next. The one you were burning to know since you first realised. The one you feared the most. “Why?”

Peter was silent for a moment, seemingly thinking through his answer. “Many reasons. I like it, for starters. It feels good. Most of them deserved it, well that’s not true I suppose. Those Joggers didn’t do anything wrong but Noah and Michael and Blake,” he said the last name with so much venom you winced.

“They deserved it.” He was quiet for a minute and you thought maybe he was done. You shifted to look at his face. You had begun to hate yourself in this exchange. You shouldn’t enjoy sitting in his lap like this. You shouldn’t think he’s pretty. You shouldn’t fantasize about his pulling you close into an earth-shattering kiss. But you were and you hated yourself for that.

He moved a fallen strand of hair from your face before resting his hand there, “I didn’t mean to kill Noah. I really didn’t. But I can’t say that I’m sorry for it either.”

“You seem pretty sure of your actions. I wouldn’t expect you to be.” He chuckled again at your words. You hated yourself for the pride blooming in your chest at making him laugh.

His face fell again as he sighed, “When Uncle Ben died I was devastated. He was killed…all because he couldn’t mind his own business. As I watched my uncle bleed out I was horrified but also…excited? That’s not the right word. I watched as the blood left his body and I felt, I dunno, alive. It was like his life was being poured into mine, and it was beautiful.”

Your brows knitted together as he spoke, it was terrifying to hear him talk like that. “I was given powers and I knew what I had to do. I had to avenge him. That’s why his life force was given to me, so I could kill the fucker that got him.”

You nodded your head slowly, that was really the only thing Peter had said that made sense. His righteous anger was justified. “Did you? Did you kill him I mean?”

Peter’s smile stretched, pulling out the dimples in his face, “Yes, I did.”

You mulled his words over, growing confused again, “You said you got powers? What kind of powers? Why- Why do this?”

Peter threw his head back as a laugh ripped through his chest. You braced your hands on his biceps in fear. “Oh, little lamb, I have been chosen by the universe, given the strength of a god, given the power of a god. This is what I was meant to do.”

You shook your head, not wanting to accept that Peter was made for such horrors. “Why not use your powers for good?”

He tilted his head like a puppy, brows furrowed and mouth pulled into a pout. You thought for a moment that you had gotten to him, that maybe you had turned him to the light. “I’m using them to protect you. What better good is there?”

You shook your head burying it in his chest. He was doing this for you. It was your fault Blake was dead. It was your fault those joggers in the park would never go home to their families. It was all your fault. You began sobbing gripping his jacket in your shaky palms. Peter shooshed you, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“I think that’s enough for tonight.” He pulled back the blankets and let you sink into the mattress. He stripped down to his boxers and climbed in behind you, holding you close to his chest. “Sleep now, it’ll all be fine in the morning.”

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Tell us your 3 fave OC ships and the song(s) or other media you associate with them. They can be your own OCs or the OCs of someone else (it's more fun if you include someone else!) Pass this on to 3 others (on or off anon) and let's keep the game going!

Strap in folks! Somebody asked me to talk about love (my favourite thing after cats) so I'm going to go for it! I'm going to do 3 ships of other simmers (I'm afraid I won't say what media I associate with these as I don't want to misrepresent any characters) and 3 ships of my sims because "Hang the code! And hang the rules! They're more like guidelines anyway" (yes, Pirates of the Caribbean is still going around in my head)

Other's Amazing OC 🚢 (so hard to pick)

Vlad and Ji Ho by @satureja13. I am a big fan of romance that takes its time and these two fit that. Check out their writing if you haven't already as there are several sweet couples trying to find their way in the world. If you're searching for a song for them well... the story pieces come with music to get you in the headspace.

2. Victor and Yuri by @stargazer-sims. I've only just met these two recently but I love them already. To me true couples support each other, and the devotion these two have for one another is shown in the writing.

3. Excuse me while I do 3 for number 3 because I'm indecisive. Zinnia and Momo by @belsasim. Young love is adorable! Who knows what these two have ahead but I'm excited to see how it goes. Erick and Noemi by @matchalovertrait. I love a couple that cheer on each other's dreams, and these two do that. REDACTED and REDACTED by @simmerbeans. The 7th generation is so sweet and that's all I'll say because no spoilers here!

My Beloved OC 🚢

Reece and Samir. I love these two because they communicate with each other. It drives me insane when couples go through problems created by not just sitting down and having a proper conversation. Yes they're on the spicy end of the spectrum, I wrote a mini TedTalk for @daedriyth about why, but beyond the spice they are pretty damn devoted to each other.

Song: Suburban Legends by Taylor Swift because I listened to it loads when writing them actually getting together so in my head, there's a connection.

I didn't come here to make friends We were born to be suburban legends When you hold me, it holds me together And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever

2. Rahul and Cassandra. Rahul came along and showed Cassandra a life beyond the expectations of being part of the Goth family. They have moved to the country and together are working on raising their kids (and still want more kids). Rahul wants to give Cassandra the large loving family that neither of them felt they had growing up.

Song: Beautiful Day by Joshua Radin because the it sounds like them. It's about connecting back to nature, shrugging off the negative, and making a peaceful home where you are.

Gonna climb that hill behind my house See what this place is all about Cause from above it all, you can't help but say It's gonna be a beautiful day

3. Keira and Marta. Keira was getting over a teenage romance when she met Marta. The two clicked, Marta is a romantic and Keira has the soulmate aspiration. Marta may have an abusive ex but Keira has proposed and is longing to make a love nest with the girl who helps her feel good about herself.

Song: Meant To Be by Bebe Rexha ft. Florid Georgia Line because they took their time when they started their relationship. Keira was still very new at dating and Marta was wary after it took her so long to realise her ex Liam was treating her like trash.

No need to go nowhere fast Let's enjoy right here where we at Who knows where this road is supposed to lead We got nothing but time

Happy Valentines Day from New Zealand

#dag dag or tag tag #This was so fun to do #I love love #Romance is my favourite #Ask me to write and you shall receive #Normally with far more words than required

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blackfilmmakers · 8 months

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i'm super late to the astv discussions, but i wanted to add that peter ramsey was only directly involved in itsv as one of the directors. he's only the exec producer for astv and btsv which is just a fancy title and the writers for astv and btsv wrote for the voltron series, so like it's NOT looking good lmao. peter ramsey is a black man and he GETS it and he honestly was the key itsv was and still is so good!

it also explains why astv doesn't have the same beats as the first one and feels less cohesive and more disjointed. i think the writers and current directors do not have the nuance to write miles' (and the other spideys of color) properly. gwen getting the first what 20 minutes of the film and probably more character development than miles in his OWN story is proof of that. and honestly gwennie deserves her own post bc i got feelings about that girl and why she and peter b. are perfect examples of how yt (and non-black) fandom as a whole continually center yt characters to propel their narratives while characters of color are either sidelined, mistreated, one-note, or susceptible to racist stereotypes

also, i think one of the directors stated that he openly hated miguel and used him in the film as a means to make fun of him and like miguel in the comics is white passing (half mexican / half irish), so saying this about a now visibly latino man I C K.

this series should've been peter ramsey's project and have up and coming black directors / directors of color really bring a new breath to further the spiderverse franchise. i keep thinking about how much work and love jordan peele, boots riley, nikyatu jusu, RYAN COOGLER, etc have put into their works. i'm not saying that yt writers / directors shouldn't make stories about characters of color, but they need to put in the work and make it a collaboration with the ppl who are these characters.

like i'm just tired bc black nerds / fans can never have true escapism in media and when we do it's barely supported and regaled as it should be. i love miles, like that's my boy fr! spider powers are so cool so seeing characters that look like me have them was supposed to be something i can truly get lost in, but honestly can't :/

i feel similar about wakanda forever and wakanda being in the mcu, but that's a different issue since ryan and his team still committed to making something i can still at the very least enjoy.

🤎

Something definitely changed in the writers’ room here, because this movie’s message went into a whole other direction(s) from where we left off of ITSV

Miles and Gwen’s relationship in the first movie was at best a mild one-sided attraction. So how’d we get from that to now all of a sudden they are constantly in each other’s minds? They had to stretch this belief that Miles and Gwen’s relationship was so unique and important that we ignore everyone else crucial to Miles’ character.

I get Ganke is practically MCU’s Peter’s best friend, but they could’ve involved him more. All this talk of how Miles feels alone, when the guy he told his secret to(to ease that load) is right there

It doesn’t help Voltron writers were also involved in the project, and from the looks of it a significant portion of the story

Also wtf is with the Miguel bit I never heard of that. I wouldn’t be surprised, but I’m curious where thwt information came from

#atsv #but yeah #movie could’ve been so much more than this had they stuck with writers that know these characters

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Song asks: CharPentious

this was even harder than vaggiebomb holy cow

charpentious is probably my favourite charlie ship (theres like... negative art of it so i have to placate myself with the oodles of delicious charlastor drawings available). pentious and charlie are on the exactly same wavelength of golden retriever dumbass that they feed off of each other in this wonderful pocket ecosystem of support and positivity. they would undoubtedly make everyone else around them absolutely sick to their very gums and thats honestly half the fun.

the thing that was tripping me up about these two and finding songs was trying to find something that wasnt super generic - its all well and good to use any happy love song, but those can be applied to any number of situations. i wanted to try and be a little more niche. i dont know how successful i was.

love is an open door (frozen, sung by kristen bell and santino fontana)

all my life has been a series of doors in my face, and then suddenly i bump into you (i was thinking the same thing! cause like - ive been searching my whole life to find my own place, and maybe its the party talking, or the chocolate fondue)

one of the things i really wanted to highlight about the potential for these two is how EASY i think their relationship would be. after years of being met with adversity and ridicule, heres someone who doesnt think youre stupid or that your dreams are too big or that your inventions are too gaudy and complicated - they think its WONDERFUL. they think YOURE wonderful, in all of your goofiness, because within that lies sincerity.

something to believe in (newsies, sung by jeremy jordan and kara lindsay)

til the moment i found you, i thought i knew what love was. now im learning what is true - that love will do what it does. the world finds ways to sting you, and then one day it decides to bring you

something to believe in for even a night. one night may be forever, but thats alright - thats alright. and if youre gone tomorrow, what was ours will still be. i have something to believe, now that i know you believed in me.

(we was never meant to meet, and then we meet - who knows why. one more stranger on the street, just someone sweet passing by. an angel come to save me, who didnt even know she gave me

something to believe in for even a day. one day may be forever, but thats okay - thats okay. and if im gone tomorrow, what was ours will still be. i have something to believe in, now that i know you believed in me.)

i dont normally copy down that many lyrics, but they fit so well that i had to include all of them!

one of my favourite things about charlie ships is that (ideally) she wins over the other party simply by being kind and almost aggressively genuine. while i have my own opinions on how characters work and what they are within the universe, this song becomes heartbreaking if you put it in the context of show canon and have it be the last duet they have before heaven comes to attack - pentious calls her an angel, and they say that even though he/they might die tomorrow (which, as we all know, is what happens), it doesnt change the fact that charlie forgave pentious and allowed him the oppurtunity of redemption, and pentious in turn actually put in effort and became the hotels proof of concept.

#ask game #answered ask #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #sir pentious #charpentious

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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I don't know if this was already requested before but could I request pre-estsblished relationship, submas twins(separately). Reader calls them daddy for the first time. Can be sexual or not sexual but I had a feeling are top dom Emmett will take it that way. XD

- Meli anon

At first I was like ‘what? No! That’s against rules!’ Then I remembered me and my dumbass friends belting out loud fake moans of the most cursed shit at each other…so yes you may. I did use a meme as inspiration tho.

🔞18+Only!🔞

🔲Ingo🔲

- being best friends with your crush is amazing and painful.

- Even more so when you are as close as you and Ingo are.

- You relax the older twin, you bring joy to his life and help him be a little more fun.

- While he is your rock, he helps keep you in check.

- Of course this doesn’t stop his love for you, he is just so scared about ruining your friendship and losing you forever. For now he is just content on having you as a friend.

“I don’t understand why you watch my matches online, you do know you can ask me and I’ll happily allow you in my train cart, right?”

You look up from your phone to your dear friend. His permanent frown seems to have deepened, ah that just won’t do.

You chuckle before saying in the deepest voice you could comically muster.

“I’m tryna see where I can call you daddy.”

You snort before doubling over laughing loudly at his stunned face.

Your laughter echoes in his home before falling somewhat silent, the only sound you make anyone just desperate gasps for air.

You’re laughing yourself to tears and you slowly slide off his couch.

He only stares at you, questioning everything, but he can’t help but feel a little flushed.

Ingo sighs loudly “I can’t believe I love you sometimes.”

He hears you take a deep breathe of air “you WHAT?”

You choke, trying to breathe and finish laughing at the same time.

Oh no.

🔳Emmet🔳

- oh the chaos you two bring.

- He adores you and whatever you say.

- No matter what! Emmet is a very sweet, affectionate man, even if he does have a crush on you that doesn’t free you from his hugs.

- Unlike his brother, you’re always welcomed on his train cart even if it’s just to keep him company.

- He offers everyday to take you to work with him, cause he gets so lonely! And it’s soooo boring waiting for challengers.

- This has led to trainers walking in on the funniest or dumbest conversations known to man.

- Today however is different.

“I’m verrry tired of people saying something about my monotoned voice, like I’m sooo sorry I can’t sound like your anime waifu!”

You snort at Emmet’s rant.

“Sorry I can’t ‘homph’ while eating.”

You’re cackling at his poor attempts to mimic the sound, this bit was too good to pass up.

“They just want you to coo at them with some emotions Em!”

Emmet rolls his eyes and huffs into a pout.

You take a dramatic pose on the subway seats.

“Oh daddy Emmet won’t you please call me oh so sweetly your good darling!” You finish saying as you lay across the seats in a relaxed ‘draw me like one of your Kalos girls’ pose.

Completely missing how he perks up at the new title.

“Oh?”

You hum and look at him, your expression morphs into confusion at Emmet’s own expression.

While true he’s an expressive man, he has a light blush dusted across his cheeks, his breathing seems to be uneven, his smile looks crooked, along with him looking like he’s fighting drool.

“Uh…Em?”

“H-huh? Oh! Right, I am sorry! Anyways!”

He speeds right passed your suspicious look and rambling about something.

You wonder what’s up with your friend.

You don’t need to know he’s thinking about taking you on those subway seats and fill you with his undying love.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon ingo #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon submas #pokemon submas x reader smut #pokemon smut #pokemon x reader smut #tw.daddy kink

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Very long post ahead because I’m very irritated by the state of this tag. I have some thoughts. I wasn’t even going to say anything and just lurk, but Jungkook and Jimin have a very special place in my heart and I’m pissed

I think we as a society need to understand that shipping ≠ reality.

I know it’s easy to get caught up in the moments, the “evidence”, the chemistry. But you have to have a healthy dose of respect/common decency.

For example, when Taehyung said that thing to that taekooker (you know what I’m talking about). If I was clocked by bts in that regard I’d pass away. There is a line and you shouldn’t cross it.

As for the video, I’m skeptical of its legitimacy, but I’m not opposed to the idea of it being real. There’s absolutely no way of knowing if it’s true or fake without confirmation. Honestly, I think HYbe will probably ignore it and I know someone will say “it’s very telling they didn’t say anything” but really, it’s so fucking stupid.

1. The video was released very close to a release of a song (seems to be a trend) and my god that song should be the focus not the goddamn video. Whoever, whether true or not, got what they wanted.

2. It’s is insane the lengths people went through to prove it’s legitimacy/Debunk. It’s creepy, it’s terrifying. Imagine you’re Jungkook minding your business and seeing some ARMY in Ohio going through every inch of your apartment you’ve shown to prove it’s you in a grainy 144p video. What the fuck.

3. Hot Take Ahead: I’ve seen a lot of anons on different accounts asking questions/saying theories about jikooks relationship/status. Literally, what kind of fanfictional life do you think they live? “Oh I think it’s an open relationship, I think they broke up :/, it’s possible they are separated but still together” These are grown men. Who the hell cares besides Jimin and Jungkook. Who the fuck are you to dissect their entire bond to pinpoint moments you felt they may have been on “a break”. Have you thought perhaps, I don’t know, people are busy and are unable to interact the same way they did in 2015-2019? Or maybe they aren’t around each other as much in front of cameras? Their private lives, together or not, in a relationship or not is none of our business. It is so weird to me to make these kind of claims based on interactions you see/don’t see anymore. It’s like some people think it’s a damn show. Something I always enjoyed about Jikook is how close, cute and questionable they are. But not once have I thought to track their entire “relationship” and think “oh this is when they broke up” it’s literally a ship. It’s a pairing. I’m also a Yoonjin enthusiast and I have yet to see any kind of comments similar to the ones about Jikook. Shipping is supposed to be fun. It shouldn’t be dissected and analyzed to fit a narrative.

4. If I have to see one more post about JK being a fuck boy/ disrespectful to women or Jimin being heartbroken I’ll pull my hair out. How do you know? Song lyrics? Really? You think every single thing is connected to each other? It can’t be separate? Could Jimin be singing about a past relationship he was in not related to JK? Could JK’s songs be written for a western audience that thrives on that type of music? It would be great if we could separate art from ships. Not everything is about the ship, because quite frankly, I doubt they even think about it when creating shit. (I will say I did lose my mind over that JM tattoo in the seven MV lmafo, but that was because whenever I see it I gasp. I know the tattoo has been debunked or whatever but god it gets me in the feels) It’s must be so frustrating to be tied to a ship whenever you create a piece of art.

5. I’ll forever be a jikooker at heart for the fact I absolutely adore the pairing/ship. But I’m not going to sit here and pretend that they owe me the satisfaction of being true. I will take my crumbs and be happy because, really, that’s what it’s for. Everything from hickey gate to the fish in the clouds to the traveling around the globe for a birthday. Until proven otherwise, I’ll always have 👀 on them and continue to be a supporter but I’m not going to thrust my hand into believing that they are 100% together because I have absolutely no way of knowing it’s a fact.

Finally: 1. Who ft. Jikook never got the attention it deserved 2. Jimin is literally God reincarnated 3. Yoonjin is so Cam/Mitchell, Rei/Kazuki, Gojo/Nanami coded. Prove me wrong.

#jikook #kookmin #bts jeon jungkook #bts jimim #im so tired #i’m too old for this

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etherealdiva · 2 years

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Astro-vations: family edition

I know that the sun & moon represents your parents and mercury is your siblings. Also the 4th & 10th for parents and the 3rd for siblings. Also the sign in those houses or the house ruler can as well. But if it doesn’t resonate in your placidus or whole signs system then look to your sidereal chart. My mom is a libra and dad is an Aquarius. In sidereal my 4th house is in libra and and the sun is in Aquarius. Also, my moon is in cancer in the 1st (in sidereal) cancer rules the 4th…4th is libra which is my mom and that’s her sign.

Another way to look at it for siblings (my sis is a sag and my third house is libra- she also has Aries moon & Virgo rising) so libra is ruled by Venus and Venus is in my 7th house and she and I have a strong bond. The best family relationship ever. She’s my Venus. Also in synastry my sun is in her 7th house. Her sun is in my 5th so we always have fun together!

(There’s so many interpretations- you just gotta find what resonates with you!)

The house your sun & moon is in I feel the subjects your parents talk to you mainly about. My sun is in the 8th and my dad always talks to me about money, taxes, makes sure I make my payments and financially he’s always helped me. My moon is in the 1st and my mom always talked to me about my appearance, my behavior and also she projected her emotions and issues onto me.

Although sun in the 8th could indicate the loss of your father at an early age (death or they’re not in your life or were in and out) if the aspects are good then I think it’s the opposite! I have good aspects with the sun and my dad has always been around (even financially) but he’s an Aquarius sun so emotionally that lacked but other than that he was around and still is!

Moon opposite Venus can mean issues with the mother which affects your personal relationships with not having your needs meet but not communicating to the person how to have them met. Remember this can change of course! Your birth chart doesn’t dictate your life forever- we are always evolving!

I’ve heard the third house also represents your cousins. So look at the sign, the planet and the house ruler. I have Virgo in the 3rd in sidereal. It’s ruler is mercury which is in my 8th house in Aquarius. My cousins who are on my dads side (he’s an Aquarius) all have prophetic dreams and encounters with the spiritual world and strong intuition. 8th house things. They even communicate to my passed down grandma (in their dreams). I don’t have anything like that unfortunately…BUT I am the only astrologer in the family. Aquarius rules astrology and it’s my sidereal sun sign. And it’s in the 8th house.

Whether you get along with your siblings or not…look at your moons. My and my sisters moon trine each other 🥰 and also my moon is in the 1st house and that’s naturally ruled by Aries…she’s an Aries moon. Her moon is in the 8th and my sun is in the 8th. Another way you can find your siblings on your charts! Like I said you just have to see what resonates! It’s what is true to YOU.

You can even find your pets too. Mars rules dogs and my mars is in the 6th. Meaning I really love dogs which is true. I’m also a 6th house stellium and my dog is a Virgo and they naturally rule the 6th house.

It’s gonna take your own interpretation to figure it out but that’s why not all astrologers and their readings are the same.

Let me know how it works for you! These are based on observation and experiences. They are also general and for entertainment purposes.

#astrology #astrology tumblr #astro community #astrology notes #zodiac #astro notes #zodiac signs #natal astrology #astrology observations #astro observations #astro natal #astrology indications #astrology101 #astro #family in astrology #sidereal astrology #vedic astrology

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sambucko · 2 years

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Fic Prompt (Not sure everyone will like it):

Sam and Bucky have been not-so secretly seeing each other but haven’t defined the relationship yet. One afternoon, they’re in the Avengers HQ, in comes Jennifer Walters with a dashing Matt Murdock following suit. Matt hears a heartbeat and whispers “Sam”. Jennifer stops and says “You know Cap?”.

We hear Sam and Bucky coming into the room when Sam stops and excitedly say “Matt?” and goes to hug him. Bucky is confused. Jennifer asks what’s going on and they reveal that they used to hookup but then decided to be friends. Immediately Bucky exhumes jealousy.

Jen is excited (Her and Matt are going out but) in true Jen fashion she says “Oh lord I’d tap that ass too if I had the chance”. Bucky all but growls “he is my boyfriend!”. Sam turns to him “Oh I don’t remember being asked to be someone’s boyfriend” jokingly grinning in old true fashion Sam style. “Better get on that Barnes, God knows I regret not asking” Matt says and him and Sam share a look but quickly passes.

Jennifer punches him lightly but she’s not that mad. Matt apologizes to Jen obviously, he’s not that cocky. Bucky leaves the room. Matt follows, telling Sam he’ll handle it. Sam and Jen haver a very fun and special conversation and just them being friends cause I need it.

Matt finds Bucky at the gym, sitting down on a bench with his head on his hands. “Get out” Bucky says and he fights and fusses for a bit but eventually let’s Matt talk about when Sam and Matt were hooking up and he wasn’t ready to be in a commited relationship like Sam wanted. That in the end Sam understood and they decided to remain friends even tho they hadn’t been keeping in touch lately. Buck’s like “I don’t wanna lose him”. Matt’s like “then you better get your shit together”. Buck’s like (self sabotaging Barnes) “maybe he deserves someone like you, maybe you should try again” and Matt’s like “man I’ve never heard Sam’s heartbeat like it beats when he’s around you. You’re it for him whether you like it or not, so you better start believing you deserve him as much as he deserves you and start defining this before he finds someone else who appreciates him. And he will find someone, he’s Sam Wilson for christ’s sake.”

Bucky goes to finds Sam and I got to that point of the story. If someone wants to write this I’d love you forever. If it’s crap, I understand haha my brain is fried with midterms rn. If no one writes this maybe I will in the future. Or maybe just someone please write Jen and Sam nonsense and that will be perfect. Love you all.

#sam wilson #bucky barnes #jennifer walters #matt murdock #captain america #captain america sam wilson #the winter soldier #white wolf #she hulk #daredevil #sambucky #no thoughts just sambucky #tfatws

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unnursvanablog · 10 months

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Good Omens, season 2 / tv show review

This is not a spoiler free opinion on the the second season Good Omens

Although I was excited about this new series of Good Omens I did have my doubts and wondered how it would all turn out. The first series used the entire story that Gaiman and Pratchett had written in the novel, so there was nothing left to build the season two story on. However, there was another book that those friends had planning that never came out and one can always depend on Gaiman to be able to churn out a decent plot.

But somehow one might find it hard to see much of that plotting in season two of Good Omens, because there really isn't much meat on the bones when it comes to the multi-threaded narrative, stakes and such things that season one had to offer and it becomes very much just a way for the actors to play with the back story of the main characters and chemistry that Tennant and Sheen have have with each other. And since most people were tuning into Good Omens for that very reason (to see Tennant and Sheen together) there's not much more to the story and everything comes together at a steady but pleasant pace with very little stakes; becoming the ultimate cozy fantasy with a very slow-burn romance.

At first you almost don't notice the near lack of plot because there's still that little hint of a mystery that the main character have to solve and it hasn't hit you yet that it's all just a fluff. But by the middle it's become a little obvious that this puzzle that the main characters are solving and the various side stories are don't any urgency, or stakes to then. Which makes it all seem aimless at times. But despite the lack of highly thought-out plots, I can't say there wasn't any character exploration going on in the second season of Good Omens - even if those characters didn't have as much of an arc or room to grow as characters we get a good feel for their values, why they are they way they are and their sense of the world and other things that do play a significant role within the story and explains certain decisions later on.

I also have to note the interesting use of romantic subplots this season with characters that almost mirror the two main character in terms of personality traits or aesthetics and how that love story affected or somewhat mirrored the relationship of the main characters in this will-this-happen-or-not relationship that Crowley and Aziraphale have. The ultimate slow-burn romance, which I really enjoy watching.

I thought for a long time that Gaiman was doing this (as well as another relationship that also manages to mirror the relationship between Crowley and Aziraphale a bit) to make up for the fact that nothing was really going to happen right away with between these two immortal beings which is the glue that holds this story together, but it didn't turn out which I thought was great. I didn't expect it and I would have liked more than what we got with a better core story, but it still made my heart skip a beat. And I thought every little hint of this with the side shots and the mirrors was neat and well done by Gaiman.

Now, despite Pratchett and Gaiman started planning the sequel of Good Omens long before Pratchett passed away and the TV show existed and I applaud Gaiman as a writer this series felt like fluffy fanfic and as a bridge between the first and third series and the true, real plot of it all is all in the third season. That does not take away from the fun of it, but it got a bit frustrating towards the end. It never felt like a whole, complete story like the first one, which was frustrating.

It's fan service with a rather flimsy plot, but episodes easy to watch, there's good humor there, and you can literally watch Tennant and Sheen together on screen forever because they are just so good together. This is for the most part, if you don't focus too much on the plot that just sort of there, a very pleasant viewing experience. I just wanted something a little more complex, a little more plot and a little more risk to it all; not some bridge for something big in season three (because what if it just doesn't happen).

#good omens #TV Show Reviews #tv show review

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magdelenarhodes · 1 year

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CHARACTER INFORMATION:

FULL NAME: Magdelena Rhodes

NICKNAMES: Del, Lena

PRONOUNS AND GENDER: Cis woman, she/her

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

OCCUPATION: Librarian

TL;DR:

TRIGGER WARNING(S): CAR ACCIDENT, DEATH

kind of sad girl hours forever

from small town ohio, comes from a home where her parents loved her, but barely tolerated each other.

spent most of her life lying – about her home, about her family. spent most of time reading and losing herself in fictional words that seemed a little better and a little easier.

she was really, truly honest with one person – a kid named eric who moved in next door, and who she subsequently spent almost every waking moment with after.

her dad passed away suddenly when she was in high school, and eric was the only person who was able to pull her out of that grief. her mom was dealing with a lot of shit on her own, and had never really learned to parent, despite taking a somewhat passable run of it for all of del’s life.

she and eric went off to college together, making all their dumb plans about the rest of their lives. she had loved him for most of the time they’d known each other, but she was waiting to say it. or maybe she wasn’t – maybe she never intended to say it at all.

eric was killed in a car crash after their college graduation.

without eric, del didn’t know who she was. still doesn’t, in all the ways that matter.

there was no one to pull her out of this one. seeking anything, she joined a small online support group. but she joined the group with a different name, a different job, with a different relationship to the person she’d lost. it felt too vulnerable to enter that world as del rhodes, who lost her best friend. lena rivers who lost her fiancé felt easier.

as lena, she made a friend. a real friend – someone who really understood.

she had a lot of time to tell sam the truth. a lot of time, and even more opportunities. she hadn’t expect their late night talks to last for days, much less years.

after eight of them, she made the decision to finally meet up with him in person. she packed up her life in hilltop, and rented to first one bedroom apartment in philly.

personality wise, she’s a very lost person. she wants to be good, she wants to do the right thing, but her own insecurities keep her from it more often than not.

FUN DUMB STATS:

Birthday: June 30, 1992

Zodiac Sign: Cancer ☉ | Cancer ☽ | Libra➶

MBTI: ISFP

Enneagram: Type 2

Temperament: Melancholic

Moral Alignment: True neutral

Element: Air

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

someone she’s actually honest with

new friends

coworkers

drinking buddies

absolutely anything

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person she’s been catfishing for the past eight years - sam loftgren

FULL BIOGRAPHY:

Magdelena Rhodes is a true cautionary tale of parents staying together for their kid, only to the absolute detriment of everyone involved. Growing up, her whole life had been a sort of pretending – a one-man show for an audience of none. She saw the life she wanted in classmates, saw the parents she wished for in the drop off and pick up zones. She was in the second grade when she started to pretend her life resembled the ones she was so jealous of. She had always been good at losing herself in another life.

Her parents did love her, she thought. They just had difficulty navigating that love in their hatred for each other. They’d had her young, before they really had an understanding of themselves, much less before they understood each other. Desperate to do right by their burgeoning family, they got married and bought a doublewide they could barely afford. None of that changed the fact that they were just fundamentally different people. Her dad was a serious man – stoic to the point of seeming unfriendly, and contemplative to the extent of nearly being mute until he found the right way to say what he meant. Her mother was the opposite – she was a woman of extremes, flying so high some days that she seemed like the sun in the Rhodes household. Other days, she didn’t leave bed. Their daughter was their only common ground, but it wasn’t enough. It took Del nearly a lifetime to realize it never would’ve been.

They tried, in their own ways. But they were just pretending, too. Her mom liked to take her to movies after school sometimes when her dad came home early – a thinly-veiled gambit to spend less time with the man she married when she was newly eighteen years old. Her dad took her for ice cream whenever her mom was out later than either of them expected, and drove around until Magdelena fell asleep in the car. It wasn’t until she was older that she realized he was hoping she would be too tired by the time they got back to their double-wide to hear the subsequent argument through the paper thin walls. He wanted it to work so badly that del pretended it did.

She found real solace in a neighbor. Before his family had even finished unloading the moving van, Eric Atwater was in her yard with a baseball and asking if she wanted to play catch. For a second, she felt the itching self-consciousness that hadn’t left since the first sleepover she attended at another kid’s house. She was too aware of the holes in the trailer’s vinyl siding, the ground under her feet being more dirty and mud than grass, the old barely-running Astrovan in the front yard. But then she looked at Eric’s house and saw the shattered window held together by duct tape that was older than either of them, the dry rotted wood of the two stairs by his front door. She decided to play catch after all.

Eric was the first person to tell a young Magdelena that her name sounded like an old lady, and declared that he was going to call her Del. She let him, and by the end of their first summer as friends, she barely answered to anything else from anyone. She saw him every single day that first summer, making up dumb games that they were both terrible at, especially because they both kept changing the rules. When school started, they were just as inseparable. They shoved their desks together in any classes they shared – an act of short-lived rebellion that ended with them being seated all the way across the room from each other in almost every instance. Other kids came and went, their circle of friends growing and shrinking all the time, but Del and Eric remained.

Eric was her best friend, and she’d spent most of her life being in love with him. Del always thought he knew – thought there would be a day when she finally worked up the courage to say it. He punched her first boyfriend when he caught him kissing another girl under the bleachers at their freshman year homecoming game. Del wrote every single paper he needed to get his AP English credit. They protected each other in the way only kids who had always been fending for themselves could.

When her dad died, Eric was the only one who was able to reach her. He took her for ice cream, ordering rum raisin – a flavor she’d always hated as a kid, but had been her dad’s favorite. When just the smell of it made Del break down, he asked what her dad’s favorite song had been. They listened to that old Cat Stevens album on repeat, Eric squeezing her hand when Father and Son came on. Later, he drove them around until his car ran out of gas. Pushing the old Corolla up the hill was the first time Del laughed since he passed, tears streaming down her face until she was no longer sure what emotion was pouring out of her. It hadn’t been what she wanted in her grief – but she’d needed it.

They went off to the same college, his U of O acceptance letter hanging on her wall, and hers on his. Everyone assumed they would end up together one day, even as they both protested. She wondered if her objections rang more hollow than his. Nothing had ever happened between them – nothing more than holding hands in the way kids do on the playground with someone they met only moments ago. That was alright by Del. She suspected one day she would be the best man at his wedding, and when she smiled, she would mean it. That’s how they worked.

But Eric left her, too. The summer after their college graduation, he was killed in a car accident. It was on impact, she’d been told – like it was supposed to lessen her grief. Like there was anything inside her that could find comfort in a world without Eric.

He had been eleven days older, and by nature, eleven days wiser, he’d insisted when they were kids. The twelfth day after he passed was the hardest – the day Magdelena Rhodes became one day older than Eric would ever be. She was just twenty-two, and the only person who had ever really known her was gone, and all she had left of him was a sweatshirt that was starting to smell more like her and less like him. She was, she thought, too young to understand her mother’s blackout days.

It was on the twelfth day after he died that Del did something that would shape the rest of her life going forward. She found a support group online – a tiny little forum where a group of lost people tried to navigate their grief together. She felt like a person outside of her body when she started to type – watched herself build someone new in the hollow place Del had once filled. She watched as Lena rivers took shape, a photojournalist from Boulder who lost her fiancé. She hadn’t expected to need her for long, this fictional woman who let her hide in her shadow. Someone who was brave enough to say everything she’d choked on. Someone who wasn’t afraid. Against her better judgment, in her clawing desperation, Del made a friend. Sam, whether he meant to or not, became her lifeline. It was after the first time they stayed up messaging back and forth all night that she should’ve told the truth – but she didn’t. Even as their IMs turned to texts, and texts turned to calls. Even when their messages were the only thing that got her out of bed some days – even when they crawled out of their grief together.

Life was moving forward, and Del was finally moving with it. She got a job at the library back in Hilltop, and she pretended that she didn’t imagine Eric around every corner. That she didn’t still hear the echo of his laughter down long hallways. It would’ve been worse if she didn’t, she thought. Feeling okay again felt like a betrayal, an act of treason she wasn’t sure she would ever find herself committing. But weeks turned to months, and months turned to years, and the quiet spaces found silence again. She still went to see him, though. She lost hours and sometimes entire days sitting with her back against his headstone, reading him books she knew he would like, and sometimes ones she knew he would hate in a childlike hope of him making good on his promise to haunt her if he died first.

She stopped telling people how much she went to see him, even when they asked. She hated the way the pity she’d already resented shifted into judgment. But she told Sam. Sam, who never made her feel like she was pathetic. Sam, who never made her feel like she was anything but understood. At least, Sam made Lena feel seen. Lena, who was a widow and still found adventures in her life. Not Del, who had come to feel like pretending her friendship with Eric had been anything more diminished it. Del, who only found adventures in books. That guilt started to eat away at the edges of her, chipping away any of her flimsy resolve that she would never have to come clean – that her honesty would be worse for them both.

It took Del eight years to decide it was time for the truth. The kind of truth she owed Sam from the start, and had never found a way to say. In a moment of uncharacteristic boldness, she backed herself into a corner she couldn’t get out of. She quit her job at the library in Hilltop, letting the lease on her tiny, cluttered apartment run out. She couldn’t stay here forever – she’d been telling herself that since Eric died. Even if they’d made a grade-school blood promise to never go where the other couldn’t follow. As she sat with him for what would be the last time for a long time, finger tracing along that jagged scar on her palm, she gently reminded him that he broke their promise first. Her car was already loaded, but at that moment, she felt herself wavering. She felt the weight of everything she was leaving behind, and the more crushing burden of everything she still had to do.

Still, she did it. The drive took days, and so many times she found herself doing the math of exactly how much time it would take her to get back. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected of Philadelphia – who she expected herself to be in Pennsylvania. There was an undeniable edge of disappointment when she’d crossed so many state lines, and still carried Del Rhodes with her. Even as she signed a new lease – three months, enough time to change her mind, if she needed to. She got a job at the library. She was, despite her protestations, putting down roots. Still, she hasn’t found the courage to send the ‘i’m here, let’s meet up’ text. One step at a time.

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Wistful Waltz - a puffychu fanmix

tracklist + notes under the cut!

SO! first thing first this is based on the dynamic ive created for them in my head. its how i think they should have played out if we had gotten more character interactions. so keep in mind this is mostly opinion of my own. either way i hope you enjoy!

this is technically two playlists in one, or rather two separate narratives happening alongside eachother. this is done intentionally to show how puffy and niki are at no point in their relationship 'on the same wave'. they have different ideas and expectations which just. Do Not Get Talked About. leading to a massive issue of miscommunication.

A Wistful Waltz - Teddy Hyde

Relativity proves That I'll see you soon

the beginning. this song encompasses their starting dynamic as well as highlighting obvious issues which will only get worse as time passes. its a dance, they waltz together to pass the days in simple peace. theres no need to speak or fight, just exist together. but of course the waltz must come to an end and they leave with that as the basis of their relationship. and with the belief that they will see eachother soon.

Exist For Love by AURORA

And then you take me in And everything in me begins to feel like I belong Like everybody needs a home

niki pov. nikis main drive is the need for community. the need for friends and love. and at this point she has that. schlatt is dead! its new l'manburg! and yes it seems the cabinet is moving on without her and wilbur, her best friend, is dead but, she just went on a date with a pretty girl! everything is turning up roses. and even when she does feel sad she knows she can depend on puffy. if she pours her entire self into this relationship is destined to work.

Love Like This - Kodaline

The sun will stop shining soon And you'll be dark in my life Yeah, you'll be gone, it's as simple as a change of heart But I'm not gonna think about the future

puffy pov. puffy on the other hand, is not having these thoughts. while she loves niki and shes truly having fun, she just doesnt need it. she wants it but nothing you want ever lasts long. and puffy doesnt understand how niki is feeling because she came onto the server post-doomsday. aswell on the fact that niki wont talk because their relationship isnt built on deep conversations, its built on fleeting moments of enjoyment spent together. to puffy, the end is inevitable because nothing lasts forever but she will enjoy while she can.

I Don't Wanna Be Okay Without You - Charlie Burg

But I only think of you Will we be together soon? I'm thrown to the wayside You're planted in my mind, alright

But I don't wanna be okay without you

niki pov. time goes on and niki begins to find herself more isolated from her friends. tommy was exiled, dreams gaining control over new l'manburg, and everyone is moving on to do new things. so she turns to find comfort in puffy, an ever growing dependence on that fragile stability.

See You - Lady Lamb

Have we fucked ourselves over? Making our world so right Overnight

puffy pov. this is a song meant in jest. its puffy joking about the way their 'perfect' relationship came to be. a base of sweet nothings and simple songs cant form a serious relationship, not in the way niki desires. puffy knows this but she wont make any move to change it because she doesnt need to.

Cassiopeia - Anju

The both of us are breathing in each other's ears Our secrets speak different languages Still your whisper's clear

With you I feel grapefruit juice running in my blood I'm just a little confused what to think of us

niki pov. beginning of the end.

Training Montage - The Mountain Goats

I'm doing this for revenge I'm doing this to try and stay true I'm doing this for the ones They had to leave behind, I'm doing this for you

puffy pov. egg arc bay-be!! also this when they first start drifting apart bc puffy is busy

A Pearl - Mitski

You're growing tired of me You love me so hard and I still can't sleep You're growing tired of me And all the things I don't talk about

niki pov. its important to know that this is at around the time of her lowest point mentally and what she believes may not reflect reality.

Freakin' Out On the Interstate - Briston Maroney

I'm sorry I haven't been myself And something's got me down What it is, I cannot tell I won't be satisfied with anything I've earned Fear is just a part of love And one thing I found Is love is what you deserve

puffy pov. this is the height of the egg resistance.

All The Things She Said - Poppy

When they stop and stare, don't worry me 'Cause I'm feeling for her what she's feeling for me I can try to pretend, I can try to forget But it's driving me mad, going out of my head

niki pov. the previous sentiment of an emotionally confused narrator is still relevant.

Fraulein - Pale Young Gentlemen

She will turn me down, but then at least know that I'm around. So I pine for my fraulein.

puffy pov. its the banquet and spirits are high! they have a plan to take down the egg and shes confident in victory. she never expected to see niki here however.

Strange - Celeste

I am still me You are still you In the same place

Isn't it strange How people can change From strangers to friends Friends into lovers And strangers again?

niki pov. its the banquent and shes not feeling too good.

Heavy As Lead - Leyla McCalla

And that little heart, so little and complete Doesn't worry 'bout making ends meet As the dust is settling on every street I am filling with dread

puffy pov. post-banquent.

And You - Ill Spector

If you're a fool, then I'm a fool And you are If you're awake, then I'm awake And you are If you're alive, then I'm alive And you are, thank God If you're in love, then I'm in love Are you?

niki pov. she can never bring herself to hate puffy. no matter how angry or how bitter she feels. but she doesnt understand her or what she really thinks.

Long Haul - Voxtrot

I wanna catch a love and make it last Oh it's a long, long haul And you lie to us both We are words nothing holds

puffy pov. puffy isnt stupid, or oblivious. she knows theyre relationship disinigrated bc of the path she chose and shes regretful for that.

Is It True? - Mabel Ye

You're the perfect one for me I'm sure No other reason, see I'm torn- Is it true? I don't love you

niki pov. at long last shes settling her feelings.

Vanilla Curls - Teddy Hyde

Instant kindred inhibition, a kiss then distance It isn't over, lets call it: An infinite intermission

puffy pov. i said earlier that she wasnt stupid. i lied. now everything has been 'solved' shes still interested in niki and believes they really could get back together and be happy. lol.

Fish in the Sea - Liana Flores

I could drive myself mad Endlessly reliving moments we never had Painting brighter memories That can't match up to what's real, so I hold on to the past Hope that this won't last

niki pov. she is trying to move on. keyword: trying. but at least it ends on a fairly happy note!

#puffychu #captain puffy #niki nihachu #look i wrote entire paragraphs explaining each song but tumblr crashed and deleted everything #so you get my simple notes but go ahead an ask abt song choices cause i love talking abt it #ill prob go back and rewrite it in the future tho #also! its meant to be listened to in order. sudden tone shifts are intentional #mine #fanmixes

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