#peter would’ve acted the hell out of it

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Propaganda why Tony Stark is insufferable:

>Makes weapons

>Billionaire

>Made multiple AI Surveillance Robots

>Gaslight a child into fighting a super soldier in a foreign country for him

>His fans are annoying

Portrayed as a hero because? He chose to no longer mass produce war weapons and bombs after suffering the consequences. Huge hypocrite. Doesn't care about anyone but himself. Will backstab people if they believe in human rights when it's inconvenient to him. Seen as a hero while he's the personification of privileged people saying they're not privileged

There’s the usual “he’s a war criminal who only felt bad about it when he realized his weapons were killing white Americans as well as Arab people” reason, and also he’s just super annoying. You had to be there for the original Avengers shitty dialogue a la “we have a Hulk” that had Tumblr in a vicious chokehold. Also he was supposed to FINALLY go away after destroying all his suits in Iron Man 3 but he just… didn’t! Which is bullshit.

Tony is so annoying. When they first meet he straight up bullies Peter into fighting for his personal bullshit, insults and objectifies Aunt May in front of him, spits into his trashcan and is in general being pushy af. He blackmails Peter when he doesn’t wanna come to Germany with him AND HE DOESNT EVEN EXPLAIN WHY HE WANTS HIM TO COME. Uncomfortable vibes lol.

Tony being the one to tell peter “if Captain America wanted to hurt you he would’ve” when Peter was trying to state his case, yet HE’S also the one who put Peter in harms way when he didn’t even want to go with him???

Telling Peter that he should stick to being a “friendly neighborhood Spider-Man” (stealing his thing once again) when that’s what Peter _was_ doing before Tony took him out of his zone and filled his head with grander things to be apart of….bitch? Die. Ohh waaaait (jkjk) but yeah

Super long, sorry lol

Thinking about how in Homecoming when Peter accidentally caused that boat to get split in half because the Vulture’s gun exploded and Tony was acting like as if Peter was completely in the wrong for going there just because he did it without his permission. He was acting like as if Peter was out of line and “disobeyed him”, trying to act like his father. And then I remember how in CACW he’s the one who scouted Peter in the first place just because he saw he might be useful against a personal squabble between him and Captain America despite knowing that he was a kid and he’s just now acknowledging how dangerous it is because Peter “acted on his own”

Completely hijacking Peter’s superhero story and trying to control his every move (Training wheels protocol and baby monitor thing he put in the suit), acting like Peter should’ve known that Tony would send someone in despite the fact that he’d been ignoring him for 2 months since Civil War and not keeping him updated on anything!!

How the hell is peter supposed to know Tony is going to listen to him when he treats him like a kid instead of a superhero when it’s convenient for him? And when Tony loses his temper after Peter says he’s 15 not 14 like “the adult is talking” bitch he could literally flatten you without your suit!!!

I guess in a way he is acting like a father but like the absentee kind. He’s more like a sperm donor father trying to act like he has any rights over Peter’s life smh.

It’s not that reprimanding Peter for the situation is bad, but the way he makes it seem as if Peter is irredeemable as if Tony wasn't a literal weapons dealer lmfao. He could’ve said what was the truth about it without completely invalidating him saying shit like “no thanks to you” after Peter asked if everyone is okay when it’s literally thanks to Peter finding a lead on those guys in the first place that they were even noticed and it’s not like the FBI being there could’ve in no way caused a similar situation.

And then near the end of the movie when he’s getting crushed by the building rubble screaming and crying for someone to help him where the fuck is Tony?? That scene just proved that he never needed Tony’s suit in the first place to be Spider-Man since he had to use 100% his own strength to lift it off of him. I know he would’ve found the motivation even if Tony hadn’t been involved in the first place to give him the suit, take it away from him and have the words “if you’re nothing without the suit you shouldn’t have it“ echo in his head. Why did Tony even take the suit away? Like as if he expects Peter to stop being spoderman without it??? Holy fuck. This is why you don’t make it out of endgame /j /srs.

When Tony took this suit away from Peter he was like “God I sound like my dad“ shouldn’t that be a red flag to him? Wasn’t he literally just saying that he wished his dad was better than he was?? Lmfao

Propaganda why Victor Frankenstein is insufferable:

Victor Frankenstein is so pathetic not even tumblr could love him. The best parts of Frankenstein are the ones where your blessedly saved from being in his whiny, self deprecating, self centered pov. He’s so conceited that when his creation tells him directly “In revenge for killing the wife you were making for me I’m going to kill YOUR wife to see how YOU like it!”, Victor Frankenstein thinks that the creation is going to kill him and *only* him. (A decision And on top of it, he’s a shitty dad. Truly the worst.

this fucker has zero self awareness, which could maybe be fun to read about! except that 3/4 of the book consists of him constantly woe-is-me-ing about his own mistakes and how he shouldn't be responsible for any of his own actions.

He's not irredeemable, but his refusal to take accountability til it's too late is irritating

#tony stark #mcu #victor frankenstein #frankenstein or the modern prometheus #insufferable protagonist poll #insufferable protagonist tournament #tournament poll

[signed-sapphire]

Okayyyy rewatched Wish

Here are my notes

Valentino wasn’t as annoying as people say. Sure, he did nothing for the plot and could’ve been removed entirely, but he didn’t make near as many butt jokes as people say he did

The lead-ins for all the songs were great. Certain media (Hazbin, for example) just jump into the songs

Magnifico??? Didn’t touch the pages??? So why would he be corrupted? Why does Amaya know of obsidian oil? Don’t you just skim the pages to release the evil?

Dahlia was amazing

“At the very least break the hold it has on him” Amaya? Didn’t you found this kingdom with thin? Wouldn’t you know?

Also Amaya was very sidelined. Where’s her backstory?

Asha’s magic wand mishaps were… corny at best

Why did they make Dario high all the time? He’s not stupid. I feel like they made him try to be like Fred from Big Hero 6 but failed

“Nine zillyboo, twenty alphabet!” Val, buddy. No.

DAHLIA. MATE. TRUE LOVE’S KISS CAN BRUNG HIM BACK I swear, it feels like the directors were switched

The spider-carriage thing. I feel like that could’ve been a Disney reference instead

Gabo was still my favorite out of the teens. Bazeema was sweet too

Also. Halzeema moments were actually in canon.

Sabino did not act 100 at all.

Crushing wishes did nothing to people except make them sad for .2 seconds

Asha’s drawing, her magic wand, none of that was important to the actual plot

I feel like the horses could’ve been Disney references too

Why did the roof open? That was never explained

Mag’s hair needed to be messier. Evil Magnifico? Crazy hair

How did he hear them from all the way down there

Mag’s really out there beating up a minor

The curse rope green things were not scary at all

Was Simon just in the forest the entire time?

The Magnifico getting sucked inside his staff… I feel that could’ve been a play to Dr. Facilier somehow

The stars raining down were beautiful

Was Star’s nose tap a reference to something?

The people’s talking… idk how I felt about that

WE 👏 SHOULD’VE 👏 SEEN 👏 SAKINA’S 👏 WISH

Another half-assed apology. First Namaari, now you. At least Simon’s was an actual apology. Wait. More of it goes on.

Ok his apology isn’t too bad

How did the staff get all the way down there?

Changed my opinion, Amaya deserved to tell Mag off

Did Mag’s curse break once he was in the mirror? Why did he act sad all of a sudden?

I’ve heard Asha’s movements weren’t finalized until later, but her movements seem pretty fluent

Clumsy and energetic, sure, but besides from the mouth drooping part, she wasn’t that quirky

Which. Could be a bad thing. She didn’t really have much of a personality

I like the Peter Pan building a flying machine idea

Zootopia ref

DARIO. SHUT UP

Why does everyone suddenly understand Star

But off-topic they were so cute

“It” I guess

Why refer to Star as an it

“They” was too woke for the Disney execs? Why, you had a one-second offhand comment about a water cousin who’s nonbinary!

That Cinderella-reference thing… wasn’t slow enough to be a dress transformation. So I’m fine with her not having a different dress. I mean obviously I would’ve loved it but idk

SHOW DON’T TELL, DISNEY

STOP TELLING

“I understand you well enough” I DON’T! HOW ARE THEY TELLING YOU

Some of Valentino’s jokes were funny. Sue me

I liked the Tinkerbell and Mikey Mouse reference at the end

The storybook was a nice callback

The credits should’ve been moving. Also CHOOSE BAYMAX TO REPRESENT BIG HERO 6. WHY HAVE VILLAINS LIKE MALEFICENT THERE

Overall. Not as bad as people are making it out to be. But definitely not worthy to be Disney’s 100

I’d say… 7/10. The backgrounds did look watercolor, but the shading seemed off in places. Especially Sakina. There was major improvement to be done, but with the hell the execs were giving (and the proven creativity of the concept art) I feel this movie is getting too much hate. Critiques and criticism are fine. But don’t blame the writers for getting rid of Starboy. Yes, it could’ve been better. But it’s Disney. And the creators tried their best to pour their love into a movie that they didn’t have a full say in.

#disney wish #wish 2023 #asha #star wish #wish movie #wish disney #wish review

[sciderman]

since we're here in osborn hell, here's one of my favourite little chapters from it came from outer space! with one rare appearance from one norman osborn

Peter could throw up. 

With how mad he was, he could tear through concrete like tissue. 

It was everywhere. 

Everywhere he looked. 

Every tabloid. Every sleazy celebrity magazine. Every news outlet. 

Harry Osborn. 

Son of billionaire scientist Norman Osborn and heir to Oscorp, 23rd largest company on Forbes’ Global 2000 list. 

Gay. 

Like it’s such a fucking big deal. 

Harry was being jumped on by everyone. Everyone wanted a ride. Everyone wanted to point and heckle. 

Caught in the act, with some big-name fashion model Peter’s never heard of. 

High cheekbones, and a sprinkle of freckles. Tight cherub-like curls. Legs for days. 

Carved by Michaelangelo. 

Peter burned with envy. 

Peter bit that down, and focused on Harry. 

His best friend. 

Publicly outed. 

The million-dollar photo, printed in every paper.  

Harry’s hand shielding his face. Hiding his eyes from the camera. 

Peter tore the paper to shreds. 

Peter Parker had spent his whole life hiding. 

Harry Osborn didn’t have that luxury. 

Peter had wondered if Harry had even tried. 

Red marks circling his neck, and going about his day. He didn’t seem to care who saw. 

It wasn’t a big deal. 

Spider-man momentarily stumbled over his feet as he leapt from rooftop to rooftop. A beeline to Oscorp industries. 

Harry wasn’t taking interviews. 

In fact, he’d disappeared from the radar all together. 

“Oscorp Industries will not issue a statement at this time, but would like to assure stakeholders that Harold Osborn will step away from the public eye.” 

Typical. 

So fucking typical, that they’d try to bury Harry like this. 

Take everything they’re ashamed of and sweep it under the rug, like it never happened. 

“I need to talk to Harry. Harry Osborn.” 

Peter’s fingers frantically drummed the desk of reception. His heart was racing. Thrumming in his ears. He’d attribute it to the pace at which he swang across the city to get here. All the blood in his head left his limbs numb. 

“I’m sorry, Harry Osborn isn’t here. Can I take a message?” 

“No. No. I’ve tried that already and they don’t –” 

Peter released his grip from the counter when he noticed the faint cracking sound under his fingers. 

“I need to see him. I’m – I’m Peter Parker.” Peter said, unsure if that meant anything at all to anyone. “I’m his friend.” 

The receptionist offered a sympathetic frown. 

“I’m sorry, Mr Parker, but without an appointment I can do very little apart from try to pass on your message.” 

Peter stepped back, throwing hands up in defeat. 

“Thanks.” 

Normally that would be the end of it. 

Peter should just go home and forget about it. 

It’s not his problem. 

Peter backed towards the wide, glass doors of the Oscorp building. 

Before he sprinted, a mad-dash, leaping over the key-card terminal that granted employee access. 

“Mr Parker!” 

His sneakers skid as he made way to the elevators, frantically pressing the button. 

A team of three security guards came on the approach. 

Stairs it is . 

Peter slipped fast to the stairway, racing up the steps, three at a time. 

More cardio than Peter would’ve ever liked to do in one lifetime, and he was still catching his breath from swinging here. But the suit made him stronger. Made his bounds lighter. Pushed him forward, faster. 

He’d lost the three initial security guards floors below – they didn’t have the superhuman stamina to climb a skyscraper. But more guards found him on higher levels, jumping him. 

He threw one against the wall. One sent flying through the door they came through. One backing away, clearly not paid enough to be tossed around a stairwell by an angry 20-something out for blood on a Tuesday afternoon. 

More guards at every level. Couldn’t slow him down. Peter barraged through them unrelentingly. He moved too fast. He lept and dodged, feather-light on his feet. 

One guard knicked him with a taser. 

He didn’t feel it. 

He grabbed it and ran, snapping it in half. He threw it down the stairwell, narrowly avoiding someone’s head. 

He didn’t care what damage he wrought. 

He didn’t care about anything, but reaching the top. 

“Peter.” 

He was greeted as he burst through the doors of the executive level of the Oscorp building. 

Norman Osborn. 

“If you wanted to talk, you need only make an appointment.” Norman said, civilly. “You know we’ll always accommodate you here, Peter. You’re family.” 

Family.

As if Norman even knew the meaning of the word. 

Guards stormed into the room after Peter, grabbing him by the shoulders and arms. As if that was enough to hold him back. 

Peter didn’t startle. In fact, his glare didn’t leave Norman at all. 

Norman looked at Peter with a fascination in his eyes. An uncomfortable fascination that made Peter’s skin – both of them – crawl. 

Maybe it was a common Osborn trait.

The ability to undress Peter Parker with their eyes. 

Peter was too mad to overthink it. 

Too fired up to consider how a lanky 21 year old being able to effortlessly rush past high-grade security in a multi-billion dollar corporate building might raise suspicion. 

“I won’t press charges, Peter.” Norman said, with a perfectly civil smile. 

Peter could wholeheartedly believe he had the teeth of a shark hiding behind it. 

“You’ve always been like a son to me.” Norman continued, “And a brother to Harry. I know you care, so deeply for him. And I appreciate that. We both do.” 

“Where did you send him?” Peter stepped forward. The staff detaining him could barely keep a hold of him. “Where is Harry?” 

“He’s an adult, Peter.” Norman said, in an unbearably patronizing tone of voice.  “He can make the responsible choice to leave for himself.” 

“You didn’t send him away?” 

Peter thought back to that afternoon in 2004. Waving as Harry got into a car that would steal him away to a European Boarding School for the worst years of Peter Parker’s life. 

“He did it of his own accord.” Norman said, coolly. “He had enough reason to.” 

Peter didn’t believe him. 

“It was such a shame to see you two falling out,” said Norman, in patronizing pity. “You were so close.” 

Peter charged at Norman, unable to stop himself. He’d lost all vision. All sense of self-preservation. He’d managed to grab Norman by the front of his suit before he was torn away by security. 

Peter let them pull him back. 

“He’s your son, Norman. You can try to bury him, but he’s part of you.”

Peter delivered the kind of look that only a man who had the power to snap another man in half could deliver. 

“And everything comes to the surface.” Peter spat, as he was escorted away. “Eventually.” 

Norman smiled. 

“I think you might be right about that, Peter.”

#sci speaks #my writing #peter parker #norman osborn #it came from outer space... my beloeved... #sci. finish it came from outer space. i s wear to g

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Miles Fairchild (4/4)

Word count ; 4.5k

*Edited:3

I stirred, feeling warm as I pressed against Miles. I had never felt such strong, good emotions at the same time of such bad emotions. I felt somewhat guilty and regretful, but at the same time, it was the best night of my life. It was a rollercoaster. And now, waking up, that rollercoaster had finally come to a stop. I was completely winded, but in a pleasant way.

I nuzzled against his bare chest, eyes flitting upward to meet his peaceful, sleeping face. His hair was messier than usual, and some strands were stuck to his pale cheeks. His long eyelashes were shut firmly, and his lips looked dry from a good night’s rest. 

I sat up slightly, despite how tightly his arm was wound around my chest. My body felt cold as it separated from him, and I felt rather embarrassed from the state we were in, even if Miles looked adorable. If Mrs. Grose found out… 

Well, I shouldn’t think about it right now. I grabbed Miles arm and slid it off me so he was hugging his own waist instead. I sat up straight, holding the blanket to my bare chest. I gulped down the rising embarrassment, glancing around the bedroom. Strewn on the floor was our slightly damp clothes, and some dirt was trailing from the doorway. The bed was messier than usual and the lamp was still turned on, so I clicked it off.

I kicked my legs off the side of the bed, releasing a breath that was caught in my throat. My heart felt oddly tender, despite last night’s events. My gaze always returned to the sleeping boy, and I couldn’t help but think back to last night’s events.

“Calm down, Y/n! Just —"

“How fucking dare you tell me to calm down!” I shrieked, trying to push Miles away. He was holding my shoulders to the rocky shore, appearing to be very distressed. Despite his frail-seeming form, he was strong. He was straddling me to the ground while I flailed beneath him, gritting my teeth.

“It’s fine. Just breathe, Y/n. Please,” he pleaded, and I reluctantly sucked in my words. Miles had veins popping out of his lower arms, His chest was heaving and he did not look happy. “Listen, I know what it looks like. But everyone knows what that bastard did. He deserved it —!”

“That doesn’t mean you can let Mrs. Grose get away with it!” I retorted furiously, trying shove him away again. “We have to call the police —"

“Mrs. Grose didn’t do it,” he seethed, leering over me venomously. “She doesn’t have the pluck to do what’s necessary. I love you, Y/n. I relished the opportunity to strangle the life out of him. That asshole deserves to burn in hell.”

I fell silent, my knuckles growing paler from how hard I was clenching my fists. My mouth grew dry and it was like my worst nightmare had become true.

I always thought Peter Quint had made a run for it to avoid the cops. His disappearance was abrupt. And yet, everyone around me, minus Flora, acted like he deserved it. And I always found that odd, because he was a criminal. He didn’t deserve to get away.

It turns out that he didn’t. And Miles… had the hands and face of a murderer.

My mind went completely blank. I hated Quint with every fiber of my being because he hurt me and made me hate myself. And yet, he was a human being. I would’ve preferred he had just rotted in jail. And what would I do with Miles? I didn’t know what to feel —

Miles had inched closer to my face, and I could see the disparity in his eyes. Was I a bad person for still liking him? Was a murder really enough to convince me of him being a terrible person? I wanted so desperately to hate his guts, and yet I couldn’t. I was almost grateful for what he did.

“I love you, Y/n,” Miles whispered fervently. “Please… understand that.”

I gulped again, staring into his dark eyes. His grip on my shoulders loosened, and I propped myself up on my elbows slightly. My heart was beating erratically in my chest, but seemingly for a different reason now. Subconsciously, my tongue rolled over my bottom lip, causing the man to glance momentarily.

All of his anger dissolved, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. And just like that, he closed the gap, pressing his lips to mine. With one arm, I wrapped around his neck, and with the other, I pushed myself closer to him. One of his arms weaved around my waist and he pulled me into a sitting position, deepening the kiss. 

Miles suddenly pulled away, eyes half-lidded and prying for more. I couldn’t help but melt under his loving gaze. 

“We should get back home,” he stated, his voice hushed.

An unfamiliar feeling blossomed in my stomach and I found myself nodding, not breaking eye contact.

I blinked, just now noticing that Miles had turned on his side and was feeling beside him. His brows furrowed and his eyes finally fluttered open. He tugged on the blanket, forcing me to release a part of it. It made me feel a little more exposed, much to my shame. 

Miles finally flitted his eyes open, and a tired grin braced his lips. “Good morning, Y/n.”

“Good morning, Miles,” I tittered. “You might want to get yourself back into your own room. I mean, Mrs. Grose could come in any moment and chew my ear off —"

“Stop worrying about that old hag. I’m the boss around here. If she really bothers you that much, I’ll just fire her —"

Miles sat up instantly and wrapped himself behind me, arms tightly wound around my waist. He propped his head on my shoulder, his hair tickling my cheek. I couldn’t help but lean into him, although I made sure to keep a tight hold on the blanket.

“Jesus Christ, Miles, you can’t do that,” I exclaimed, nudging him with my shoulder. “Now, scram, Miles. As… lovely as this is, I have to get to work.”

Miles growled under his breath, pulling me back into his chest. “Not on my watch,” he muttered, peppering a few kisses across the nape of my neck. As much as I appreciated the affection, I also didn’t want our newfound… relationship… getting in the way of my job. Miles may see it differently because he was a spoiled and wealthy, but I still had to earn my keep for the sake of my sanity.

I finally detached his arms, letting the blanket fall, although I used my hands as a shield. I could feel Miles staring me down excitedly, but I tried to ignore that. I dashed over to the piles of strewn clothes and tossed all but Miles into my laundry basket before sifting through my dresser. I pulled out the maid outfit, hearing Miles roll back into bed, much to my chagrin. 

I looked myself over in the mirror, adjusting my outfit. I dolled myself up in the mirror, trying to clear my head. Mrs. Grose was an observant woman, so if even one behavior of mine was absent, and Miles was parading like a king, she’d know something was up. As much as she was like a mentor, she was much more a boss, and she could be terrifying when reprimanding me.

I finally exited the bathroom, seeing that Miles had fallen asleep again. I wanted to convince him to sleep in his own bed, but I knew that when the man made up his mind about something, there was no changing it. I could only hope that Mrs. Grose didn’t question his… unruly appearance if she so happened to check to wake him up.

When I was about to leave the room, I heard Miles mutter my name, and he rolled closer to the side. I withheld a worried sigh, stepping over to him. His thin hand reached out and grabbed my puffy skirt. I placed my hand on his, and he fluttered his gorgeous eyes at me.

“Are you really choosing to work, Y/n?”

“Seeing as this place would be a mess without me, yes,” I chuckled. “Just let me do your job, okay?”

Miles groaned loudly, grabbing my skirt tighter. “At least give me a kiss before you go. You’re my girlfriend.”

“Ah,” I hummed playfully. “Thanks for asking first.” 

I crouched down, and he finally released me, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. I stroked his cheek affectionately before giving him a quick kiss. He leaned into it expectantly, but let out a frustrated growl when I pulled away almost instantly. Smugly, I bid him one more good morning before rushing off for my morning chores.

~~~

“My only regret is not seeing you grow up.”

“The Fairchilds are your new family. They will take great care of you.”

“I love you and always will.”

Some days, my mom’s dying words from when I made my last visit to the hospital echoed in my head. I could still hear her voice when I needed it most. Even when her head was bald, her skin was frail and thin, and she could barely stay awake, her voice was light and positive. The cancer could never take that away from her.

So, I always rehearsed what she said on off days. But the past few weeks have been getting progressively worse. I had caught some sort of illness, and I dreaded the possibilities because I couldn’t help but think…

No. We only did it once.

Once again, I was rudely woken up by my twisting and turning stomach. I dashed over to the bathroom and threw the toilet seat up, retching violently. At first, nothing came out, but after a few minutes, out can chunks of last night’s dinner. It splattered against the side.

A few minutes of vomiting later, my stomach finally settled, although a dull ache still resided. I let out a quiet sob. All of the signs pointed to the inevitable, but I didn’t want to believe it.

My period was late. This was akin to morning sickness. I was constantly peeing and constantly tired. I could barely complete my daily chores like I used to.

Maybe it was the stomach flu, though. So thank god Mrs. Grose, with all of her suspicions, called a private doctor in to visit later this morning.

I heard my bedroom door open just as I rose to my wobbling feet and flushed the toilet. I assumed Miles had entered. He’d been waking up early and being more attentive ever since I caught this mysterious illness. He already brought up the idea of pregnancy. - and was oddly excited by the prospect - but I shot him down every time. It was possible, but not like, possible possible.

I rinsed my mouth out and did my morning routine. I used a hot towel for my stomach, tucking it neatly into my pajamas, before exiting the bathroom. Lo and behold, Miles was there, sitting at the edge of my bed with his legs crossed. He was in his usual morning attire, meaning loose pajama bottoms and no shirt. Usually he would be groggy, but it was like he was getting used to waking up at a decent time.

“Again?” he questioned with a quirked brow, eyeing my stomach.

I tensed, not meeting his intensely serious gaze. “It’s… just the stomach flu. There’s no way that happened.”

A ghost of a smirk tugged at his cheeks. “Yes way, actually. All it takes is one time —"

My nonexistent temper suddenly flared, and I clenched my fists. “Shut up, Miles! It’s not possible. I told you you should’ve pulled out, or at the very minimum gone to town and bought some meds for the aftermath, but you’re the one who said it would be fine!”

Miles had a prominent frown on his face now, and sent me a stern glower. “I don’t get why you’d be so against it, anyways. It’s not like there’s a money problem —"

Anxious shivers rolled down my spine and I rubbed my forehead. “God, you’re not making my morning any better. Just get out. I don’t want to see you. Leave me alone. I’m already stressed as it is —!”

Miles suddenly rose to his feet, just as irritated. His face had grown red and he took a few steps toward me. “You don’t have to be! It’s obvious what’s going on here. It doesn’t take a genius. Are you that scared of having a future with me?”

I had so many things I wanted to say. But I knew how stubborn he was. He wouldn’t get it. As much as I wanted to believe it was a stomach flu, he was right. It was obvious. But god, I wish it wasn’t. I wish, instead of letting my emotions control me, I had been rational and prevented the situation in the first place. In fact, I shouldn’t like Miles at all. He killed someone. A bad someone, who I preferred dead, but someone none the less.

His words were enough to make guilt-stricken tears roll down my cheeks. I was angry, sad, and all that good stuff that negativity preyed on. I was stupid. I became stupid the minute I came here with my mom. Something was always going to happen between me and Miles, but clearly, nothing should’ve.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I just don’t get what the problem is —"

“Out!” I shrieked, pointing at the door. “Get out, you psycho! Leave me alone!”

Miles was visibly taken aback by my fury, and I was grateful when he stepped down from the fight. With his tail between his legs and but a glower in his eyes, he stalked out of my bedroom. That left me alone to theorize and worry until the doctor arrived, because at the very least, I didn’t have as much work to do.

I plopped onto the bed, readjusting the hot towel. I massaged my stomach with the cloth, feeling somewhat soothed. I lay back on the bed just as the bedroom door opened again. Instantly, I assumed it would be Miles, but instead, in came Flora with a tiny plate of leftovers.

“Y/n! Mrs. Grose told me to bring you breakfast,” she greeted eagerly, an adorable smile plastered to her face.

I lifted some pillows to support my back as I sat up, smiling gratefully. The girl was so innocent and sweet. Like my own little sister. “Thank you, Flora. That’s very kind of you.”

Flora giggled, handing me the plate. As I took it, she hopped onto the bed next to me. She kicked her feet in the air, her puffy pink dress bouncing on her lap. She looked at me expectantly as I fiddled with the pieces of toast before shoving one into my mouth. It tasted like toast. It was perfectly fine, although I craved something else.

“Big brother says you’re having a baby,” Flora suddenly spoke up. “Are you really? How does it work?”

My mouth went dry and I stopped chewing. I cleared my throat, replying,” Well, maybe I am. And how it works… It takes two people that really love each other —"

“Wow! I always knew Miles was in love with you. That’s so-o-o romantic,” she giggled. “It’s just like the stories mom used to read to me!”

I strained a smile. The child knew absolutely nothing about what really was going on in the household, and it was better that way. I watched as she excitedly ran off, leaving me to my lonesome. I finished my meal before setting it on my bedside table. My stomach aches had left me once more, but I preferred to wait for the doctor in peace.

Just as I was dozing off, my bedroom door suddenly swung open loudly. I jumped, being met with an unfamiliar, posh man and Mrs. Grose, who was incredibly unhappy. Miles also entered, leaning against the wall. I sat on the edge of my bed, legs kicked off. Anxiety consumed me as the doctor pulled a seat over and opened his kit.

“So, Miss Y/n, care to tell me what’s been bothering you?”

I exchanged glances with Miles. He was smug. I was terrified. I gulped, though, answering, "Well, I’ve been feeling sick every morning. I feel really tired when I do too much. I threw up again just today.”

The doctor nodded, sending me a wary glance. He clasped his hands together in his lap. “Miss Y/n, have you been sexually active?”

My heart dropped. Of course that was the first answer to run to. Everyone thought it, but it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. Mrs. Grose was staring at me with such intensity that I was about to melt there on the spot. And yet, I had to say it. I just had to.

“Well —"

“Yes!” Miles suddenly spoke up eagerly. “I’m - she - we’re dating. We’re, like, in love.”

Oh. Oh no, honey. That was the wrong thing to say. Mrs. Grose’s expression went completely blank, but when she returned to the real world, she was pissed. It was as clear as day. If not for mortal limitations, she would be ablaze on the spot from her anger. My knuckles grew pale as I stared at Miles incredulously, to which he just shrugged knowingly.

The doctor cleared his throat, sifting through the awkwardness. “Well, then, Miss Y/n. I think you know where this is going.” He began searching through his bag before pulling out a thin stick. “So, what you need to do is urinate on it and then ash it off for sanitation. The results will come in in a few minutes.”

In shame, I snatched it from him. I was completely in autopilot mode as I marched to the bathroom and did as he said. I was quick to rush out, though, not wanting to see the results. Surprisingly, Miles stole it from Mrs. Grose, who stole it from the doctor, who stole it from me. As long as I couldn’t see it, that was fine by me, though.

The passing moments were deafening. At some point, Miles clambered onto the bed beside me. Flora had also dipped into the bedroom, bugging Mrs. Grose about what was going on, although she was quickly shewed away. Miles was staring at the stick with such excitement and hope, and I almost felt bad for being so scared. After all, here he was, overjoyed at the prospect and rubbing my legs and arms while waiting for the result.

Miles eyes widened. “Hey. What does this mean? Is this the result? It’s just lines. Doctor, what does it mean?” he exclaimed, shoving the stick at the doctor.

The doctor took one glance. “Two lines means that you are pregnant, Miss Y/n. Mrs. Grose, I’m sure you’d like to talk about procedures and medical care outside —"

“Yes,” Mrs. Grose boomed, hardly containing her anger. “Let’s talk. Outside.” 

Mrs. Grose was gone in a flash, and so was the doctor. That left me and Miles. He was seemingly bursting at the sees with happiness, but I… I didn’t know what to feel. My hands found themselves palming at my stomach absentmindedly.

“Y/n,” Miles called, placing his hand on my knee. “This is perfect.”

I grabbed his warm hand, squeezing it without care of hurting him, He let out a tense grunt, rearranging his hand. He pulled it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on it. My heart, which had seemingly stopped, began beating at his gentle affection. With blurry vision, I finally met his gaze. I furrowed my brows. 

He was staring at me with such unadulterated adoration. His eyes were not the one of violent teenager or a murderer. They were the eyes of Miles, a sweet man who had his faults, but still treated me like royalty.

“But…” I squeaked, my voice waiving with uncertainty, "I didn’t - I’m - we’re too young… I haven’t planned at all —"

“Shh,” he interrupted softly. “Y/n, I’ve dreamed of this happening my whole life. Life will be a breeze. We have the money, we have the love, we have the time —"

“I need to work. You need to work. Life isn’t this easy, Miles —"

“I know! I know it isn’t.. I’ll take over dad’s companies. It’s that simple. I’ll work from home and all that. Things’ll work out.”

I sighed, finally casting my gaze away. Miles was a stubborn guy. He always had been. And he looked so happy. I guess… I couldn’t really take it away from him. Things wouldn’t be that different anyways, would it? Just one extra kid running around the house and my relationship with Miles being far more intimate —

The bedroom door burst open, and in came Mrs. Grose. Her face was burning red and her fists were clenched. I didn’t even get the chance to mentally prepare myself as she slammed the door behind her.

“You terrible, terrible children! Miles, you are an adult with responsibilities who doesn’t have time for being irresponsible. And you, Y/n. I cannot stress my disappointment. You have lived in the Fairchild household rent free your entire life, and yet you still intend to shun your duties and use your boss for money! As far as I’m concerned, you’re done. Pack your things —"

“How fucking dare you!” Miles suddenly shrieked at the top of his lungs. He rose to his feet aggressively, stomping closer to the woman. He was red in the face with fury, and he was staring down at her. “Get it through your thick skull, old hag. I’m the adult here. I’m your boss. You have no right to insult her —"

“I do because I have dedicated my entire life to serving your family, Miles,” she retorted with just as much of a fiery passion. “You’re insulting me by bringing shame to the household. You two aren’t even married, and yet you’re to commit such heinous crimes!”

I could do nothing but clutch my belly in embarrassment. Mrs. Grose was right. It was irresponsible and there had to be consequences. I had fully prepared myself for her blowing up. But on the other side, Miles made it easy for things to be okay. He was my shield in all this. As violent and evil as he could be, he was angel to me, and that made all the difference in influencing my opinion of him. I trusted Miles.

“You’re the one that treats her like shit,” Miles growled, suddenly pushing Mrs. Grose, causing her to collide into the wall with a gasp. Worry washed over me, although it vanished when her glare washed over me. “You act like she’s not a part of the fucking family. Like she hasn’t been my fucking soulmate since she was brought here. Don’t you dare try to take this away from me, hag, because I’m your boss. I’m in control of this house.”

Mrs. Grose scowled, closing the distance. Despite how intimidating the man was, she refused to be pushed around any longer. She shoved his finger into his chest, meeting his enraged expression. “You’re nothing but a little boy. Stop disrespecting me and stop letting your little crush control you. If you started thinking clearly, you’d want the same as me. As to fire her and let her go —"

The old woman was mid sentence when Miles arm shot out, grabbing her throat. One hand was strangling her against the wall, and the other held her shoulder in place as she writhed against him, palming at his face and chest. Her face was quickly growing pale, and the realization of what he was doing dawned on me.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, but Miles was so concentrated he was deaf to it. I jumped to my feet, pain shooting through my stomach. I noticed the door creaking open slightly, but my focus was still on Miles. The woman was growing weak.

I grabbed the back of his shirt, tugging desperately. “Miles, stop, please! What would Flora think? Let her go!”

All of a sudden, he released her, and Mrs. Grose crumpled to her knees, clawing at her throat as she clawed for air. Miles gaze was stoney as he watched the woman. My entire body was shaking with fright, but mostly concern. The argument had been blown out of proportion, and out of the corner of my eye, I knew that Flora had witnessed the entire thing.

But that wasn’t important. I finally released his shirt, bowing my head in shame. Oh, what a terrible person I was for tolerating such behavior. For loving a man like him so. I stepped away just as Miles, still panting from the adrenaline, turned to face me exasperatedly.

“Y/n, I told you everything would be alright,” he cooed, grabbing my shoulders gently.

A few tears escaped and I trembled in his hold. Mrs. Grose made her escape, taking Flora with her. Good. I shook my head, hair falling in my face like a curtain. “No, Miles, it isn’t. You’re a bad person. You almost killed her. She had a right to be angry —"

“Not at you,” he seethed. “Never at you. At me? I couldn’t give a shit. But I have a family to protect. Our family —"

“Not anymore,” I boldly declared, although my voice was reluctant. “Mrs. Grose was right. I should leave. For my own safety. How long will it be before that anger is directed at me?”

His grip tightened, and I gasped, but he pulled me into his chest. My tears stained his shirt as one hand held my waist and the other pet my hair. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, his voice muffled as he spoke. “No, Y/n, I would never. I love you. Mrs. Grose is just a bitch —"

“She’s doing her job, Miles. It’s a shit situation and if you loved me, you’d let me leave. You terrify me. I don’t care if I love you. I’m not stupid —"

“You’re not stupid for loving me!” he insisted, holding me closer. Somehow, all my fear dissolved, but I just became afraid of myself for being so forgiving. “I would do anything for you, Y/n. I’m only like that to people who deserve it. We should all just… calm down.”

“That’s rich coming from you.”

He sighed, his breath tickling my neck. I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. 

“I’ll fire her. She can easily be replaced. But you could never. Especially now. Things will be easy from now on. Things will be good. Trust me, Y/n. You know I love you and you love me. Okay?”

#yandere #x reader #self insert #yandere the turning #the turning #the turn of the screw #miles fairchild x reader #yandere miles fairchild #miles fairchild #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard #yandere horror #horror #horror films

[luna-writes-stuff]

Day 13: Lover, Peter Maximoff

Song link

Fanfic, fem! reader

Fluff, mutual pining, 5 scenarios fic

Word count: 1897

Tw: Jim Carrey is awesome ty. Not proofread, written in two hours. Mutual pining. And they kiss.

Summary: Four times where Peter found himself having to restrain himself from kissing you. And the one time he finally acts on it.

“We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules.”

The first time he fought the urge, was when you were returning from your home. After weeks at your family house; you had been picked up by Scott for a ride back to the mansion. He had insisted on coming along; hell, you had been friends for a while. He loved to annoy you.

But it has been short since he had come to the realisation that he might love you a tab bit more than just friends. And ever since that thought, he found it difficult to think about anything else, let alone be with you in the same room without doing stupid things.

Scott had told him he’d prefer if Peter would’ve picked you up - he’d be quicker regardless. But Peter insisted on the car. He said he was tired, but in all truth, he wanted to treasure every moment with you. And he wanted you to treasure it as well. No two second run to the mansion.

A good two hour car ride would do.

“And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?”

You had sat down in the car exhausted, quite ready to fall asleep. It had been late when Scott arrived, and you hadn’t gotten the time to go to sleep yet. Pyjamas and all, you found yourself in the backseat, Peter sat next to you.

You were staring out the window, your eyes slowly falling shut as you adjusted yourself in your seat. Your legs parted slightly, sinking in your seat.

You were too tired to even notice it, but the second your knee brushed Peter’s, a light feeling entered his stomach, and he had to stop himself from smiling at that exact moment.

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And take me out, and take me home.”

He had offered his shoulder not long after that. And the feeling that had bugged him since that dreadful realisation weeks ago returned.

Your arms pressed against his, your knee still pressed against his, your gentle breathing in the crook of his neck.

Even if it was a simple goodnight kiss. That little press against your forehead, perhaps even the side of your head. It was all fairly innocent to him. But since that tiny urge, he felt it returning too often.

“You're my, my, my, my Lover.”

The second time was the Christmas celebration at the mansion, three days after you returned. New Year’s Eve had already been, but you and your friends decided to do something fun.

The day was spent on couches and pillows, watching old Christmas films and redecorating the halls. Everyone was in their ugly Christmas sweater, some which lit up, some which took ‘ugly’ to a whole new level.

Peter was sat on the couch, with you seated in front of him on the floor. Your back leaned against the bottom of the seat, Peter’s legs placed on either side of you.

“We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call.”

And then you looked up at him, silently asking for a handful of chips which he’d been chewing away continuously. He understood your gesture, he did.

But even from this - supposed - unflattering angle, you looked absolutely angelic to him. Your eyes filled with joy and hope, your hair filled with Christmas glitter and tassels that Jean dumped on you, your sweater lighting up the whole room. You were perfect.

And there was this adorable smile on your face. A smile that would keep replaying in his mind. And that was when he knew.

Instead of offering those chips, he should have leaned down as well.

“And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all.”

The third time was when you were preparing his little sister for a party. She had been excited to go, and asked for you specifically. You had agreed to do her hair and help her dress up.

But she had the attention span of, well; Peter. She sat quietly for a good five minutes before she began rambling and twisting with the ends of her hair. It wasn’t long after that when she started running around in her room.

For the first few seconds, you tried to run after her. But she was quick, and tiny. Before you knew it, she was downstairs, laughing a squealing in delight.

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And take me out, and take me home Forever and ever.”

“She’s a minx,” you panted as you followed her downstairs, coming face to face with Peter, a huge smile on full display.

“Look how pretty she made me!” Lorna spoke proudly, twirling around in her dress. And then you started laughing too.

You looked like you had just ran a marathon, and Peter couldn’t have cared less. In that exact moment, he wished to simply run up to you and wrap you in his arms. Peppering your face in kisses until you were laughing so hard, you broke down crying in joy.

But he restrained himself, merely offering you a wink with a grin. That is the first you found yourself restraining as well.

“You're my, my, my, my Lover.”

The fourth time was during a simple dinner. At the mansion, you never held dinners in groups. You picked the food when you wanted to and simply sat down. But you and Peter always sat down together. Occasionally, others would join, but more often than not, the two of you would be alone. And late night dinners lead to good conversations. Conversations you wouldn’t be having otherwise.

“I would have never guessed?” Peter gasped in shock.

“Really?” You answered gleefully, your mouth still filled with spaghetti, though you held your hand in front of your mouth. “What’s not attractive about him?”

“I’m not saying I don’t get it,” The boy shook off. “I just didn’t think you’d have a childhood crush on Jim Carrey.”

“Who did you think, then?” You taunted, raising your eyebrows in humour.

“Me.” Peter deadpanned, not missing a beat. And then, another laugh tore from his throat.

“You’re hilarious.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.”

“I mean, me and Jim Carrey are very much alike,”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Maximoff.” You snickered, rolling your eyes at him with a smile.

“He’s good looking, great hair, very charming, and-“ he halted for suspense, before standing up from his seat, spinning in dramatics before raising his eyebrows twice. “Extremely funny.”

“Don’t ruin Jim Carrey for me.” A warning.

“I’m just saying, I get it.”

“You are not like Jim Carrey.”

Peter looked at you with a challenging grin, walking closer to you. Leaning his elbow on the table, he looked you in the eyes, dead serious. Before pulling a funny face and starting his speech.

“You were good, kid, real good,” he mocked the Mask’s voice. “But as long as I’m around, you’ll always be second best. See?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you shook your head in disgust. “Nope.”

“My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover.”

“Don’t lie.”

“How long have you been practising that?” You wondered in between laughter, watching Peter sit down on the seat beside you.

“Didn’t have to. It’s a classic.” He returned, smirking in self accomplishment. In his mind, this was that moment. This was that exact moment he’d been waiting for.

You were happy, he was happy. And he was close. He could try. He could have grabbed your hand right there and then, gazing into your eyes for a short second, before slowly pulling you closer to him. His hands were itching - quite literally.

But he stood back up again, restraining himself once more. Never knowing that, if he tried, you would have let him.

“And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, Lover.”

That same night, you had stalked the mansion, something that seemed especially soothing to you. It felt safe, and the moonlight shone so beautifully through the window. It was quiet and dark, but it didn’t feel unpleasant. No lurking eyes or eerie feelings. It was safe.

You did this often. Usually before you’d go to bed. But now, it was 2AM and you were kept awake by that awful talk you had with Peter at dinner.

The worst part was that you enjoyed it. You enjoyed the moment, even the thought. But you hated the idea of what could have been. And you did not seem to be the only one.

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home Forever and ever.”

He knew you’d still be awake. He got out of his room specifically to catch you. He had been sitting on the uncomfortable bench for an hour and a half now. But when he finally heard you, he shot up, pretending to be walking as well.

You met him halfway, not even noticing his frame until you nearly bumped into him.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, your eyelids heavy, but your mind still very much awake. You couldn’t stand to be around him at the moment. It felt unnecessarily awkward. It didn’t need to be. It simply felt like it. You felt yourself shrink under his gaze.

“Hi,” He whispered. A moment of silence followed. And for the first time since the two of you met, it seemed uncomfortable. You both hated it. But neither of you was going to speak up. Not until you acutely became aware of the silence.

“I see the resemblance between you and Carrey,” you ultimately spoke, swallowing that nervous lump in your throat. “You look better though.”

“You're my, my, my, my Oh, you're my, my, my, my.”

And just like that, Peter simply broke.

Taking two long strides towards you, his left hand found your waist, while the other settled on your cheek. One final look was all he needed, before he finally leaned forward, capturing your lips in that long awaited moment.

Your hands found his arms, holding onto him gently as you let it wash all over you. Anxiety and panic left as if a fog was suddenly lifted. Uncertainty flew out, and before you knew it, you returned the kiss in equal fervour, the feeling too pleasant to let go this swiftly.

His lips were soft, but not unchapped. But perfectness be damned, you enjoyed every second of it. As you pulled away, you left your hand wrapped in his lips, smiling up at him with a relieved sigh.

“Three months and twelve days,” Peter uttered. “That’s how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

You squeezed his hands tightly, offering him silent reassurance.

“Don’t you ever wait that long again.”

“Darling, you're my, my, my, my Lover.”

#november writings 2022 #Peter Maximoff #QuickSilver #evan peters #peter maximoff x reader #quicksilver x reader

[jjsstars]

tw rarepair week 23: day 3, soulmates au cora/scott/lydia

|| for @teenwolfrarepairevents event

|| this is in the same au as this post with bartender!lydia & mechanic!scott

|| tags: soulmates au, bartender!lydia, mechanic!scott, set after canon

Cora takes a second to steady herself once she steps out of the old rusted truck she bought with the little money she saved up, refusing to spend any of Derek’s or Peters. They don’t know she’s coming back to Beacon Hills, nobody does, not that she keeps in touch with anyone but her family but still. She’ll be surprising everyone.

The gas station/mechanic shop/bar she stops at makes her cringe, it’s run down and dusty from the sand under her feet, the sign for the mechanic shop is turned off in the late hour but the bar is still open. Technically all Cora needed was gas but she’s half an hour away from Beacon Hills and unsure if she’s really ready to show up on her brothers door step, she decides getting a drink from the bar will ease her.

Stepping into the bar is announced by a loud squeak of the doors, which catches the attention of the two people inside. The bartender is hard to see behind the guy who’s sat on a bar stool with an empty glass in front of him, they’ve both stopped talking, not turning towards Cora but probably listening to every move she makes. She steps to the bar and slides herself onto a stool despite it, it’s too late in the night to care about strangers judging her.

“What can I get for you—?” The bartenders voice dies with an abrupt suck in of air, Cora’s head lifts to look up and- Lydia Martin?- shit.

“Uh- sorry, uh, what can I get for you?” Lydia throws on a quick smile and tries to act like she doesn’t know who’s sitting in front of her, part of Cora appreciates it, she probably knows Cora’s not supposed to be here.

“Just a soda.” She croaks out before Lydia’s turning on her heels to grab a cup that she quickly fills with sprite, it’s what Cora would’ve ordered but she doesn’t know why or how Lydia would know that.

“Here you go, uh- I- I think Scott recognizes you.” Lydia’s head nods towards the other side of the bar, and sure enough Scott McCall is sitting there, mouth dropped open and eyes wide like he just saw a ghost. Cora could laugh at how he still resembles a puppy dog if she wasn’t halfway mortified that he’s about to call Derek.

“Hi there.” She says with a small quirked brow when Scott’s mouth slams shut and he starts to fumble with the mechanic uniform jacket he has on. Cora glances back to Lydia, she shrugs to say she has no idea what he’s doing either, and just as Cora goes to ask, Scott’s suddenly shoving himself into the seat beside her.

“You’re you- or- I knew that but- but it’s you, both of you.” He rambles and Hale has the sudden realization of what the hell he’s talking about. What they said, what Scott just said, it’s scrawled across her ribs right below what Lydia said. It’s them.

“Look, look.” Her eyes land on Scott’s ribs where he lifts the grease covered tank top he has on, sure enough, it all matches. The same spot and same words.

“Fuck me.” Lydia says in a half laugh as she holds her own shirt up. They all match, the three of them, Cora doesn’t even need to check, she just knows. She’s memorized those words since they appeared on her fifth birthday, she always dreamed about meeting her soulmates. The idea of have two only making her want to meet them more, made her long deeper.

“Wait but I’ve met you two before.” It obviously doesn’t matter but she still has to say it.

“But we’ve never been in the same place all at once.” Scott says with an affirming nod from Lydia that yes, he’s right, Cora smiles with it. She knows Lydia’s a genius of some sort and Scott looking to her makes her heart warm.

“What’re you even doing here?” Shit, she has to say it.

“Uh- I’m going to Derek’s, I left where I was and have kinda been aimlessly driving around. Ended up here.” Maybe it was the universe pulling her towards her soulmates, fate of some type. Maybe it’s not the fucked up early twenties breakdown she thought it was.

“You should come home with us.” Scott jumps to say, that half cracked grin on his face that Cora’s only see in the pictures Derek’s shared with her. There was too much chaos and life or death going on for her to see it in person, till now, it’s definitely better in person.

“You two live together?” They nod.

“We started working here together back when Scott was first bit, now we have an apartment together, it’s in the same building as Derek’s loft.” The redhead summarizes as she pours a drink, presumably for herself since neither Scott or Cora can get drunk.

“Are you dating?” Another nod.

“We figured we’d break up when we finally met our soulmates but it’s you so we don’t have to. And- and we don’t have to start dating right away, there’s a second bedroom in the apartment and it’s there rent free if you want it.” Scott smells of nerves and a small bit of hope, Cora hesitates just a moment but leans to kiss his cheek. His skin warms her lips, she can feel how he smiles with the action and it brings a sense of comfort to her.

“You are very cute. And yes, I will come stay with you guys. The longer I avoid Derek and Peter the better.” She huffs once she pulls back, ignoring that Lydia’s typing away on her phone and might’ve just taken a picture of them.

“Well let’s go, we were supposed to close an hour ago anyways. And we can talk more on the ride home.” Lydia finishes her glass off before flipping the switch to turn off the neon sign that sits above the bar. She takes both Cora and Scott’s hand as they walk out, Cora happily lets her and lets Scott pile them all into Cora’s truck while saying they’ll be back here tomorrow to work anyways so leaving Scott’s car isn’t a big deal.

#twrarepairweek #lydia x cora x scott #I’m making this a ship #their ship name will be #scydiora #bartender!lydia #mechanic!scott #scott mccall #lydia martin #cora hale #teen wolf #jj moodboards #jj writes

[love-for-faeries-go-burrrr]

Mistletoe

Warning: Fluff, Kiss, OC X Rocket, sometime between GOTG & Infinity War.

Peter adored the mistletoe he hanged in a common hall of the Milano, he just loved the idea of getting to give Gamora a cheeky kiss with putting all the blame on tradition.

But Peter also had a devilish idea in mind for his furry best friend. Although it was hilarious for the idea of Drax acting like he would kiss Rocket, and Rocket threatening to shoot Drax in the face, he imagined his half-sister Rose placing a kiss on his flustered best friend Rocket.

It had been sometime since the Ego ordeal, Ego confirming to Peter and Rose that he fathered them. Rose’s mother had committed adultery and this crushed Rose because she grew up adoring the man who raised her, always being told he was her father. Her mother never even hinting that Rose was a child of adultery. Rose was having a rough time handling this information even some time after the event took place. Although Peter in his own was hurting too, Peter hoped that the upcoming holiday spirit would increase joy.

“So…this is a Terran tradition?” Rose asked, puzzled as she stared at the mistletoe above her. Peter standing next to her with a huge smile plastered on his face, “Yep! You kiss anyone who’s under it with you, you have to it’s tradition.” Peter said proudly.

Rose blinked twice at the mistletoe above her, then looked to her half brother and best friend. “Please tell me this tradition does have exceptions for siblings.” She said with a slightly worried face. Peter’s grin vanished as he took two steps forward so he wasn’t under Rose with it anymore. “Ew! Yeah, no kissing siblings!” Peter said adamantly.

“Thank goodness,” breathed out the Princess, worried she would have to kiss her sibling in order to honor his traditions. But again proceeding her attention to the mistletoe again, as Gamora walked by. Peter’s eyes widened, “No No No-”

Gamora’s eyes widened in disbelief when she felt a kiss planted on her cheek, realistically Gamora would’ve pummeled anyone to the ground who did that to her, but her shock was a little too much. She looked at Rose, who was just simply pointing upwards at the mistletoe.

Gamora let out a light chuckle and walked towards Peter, pulling him by his shoulder and whispering in his ear, “You’re really trying to be Rocket’s wing man with this?” Gamora gave Peter a are you sure about this look.

“Okay so like- Don’t do that again, Gamora is off limits.” Peter started as he tried using hand signals to convey that like certain people were off limits, “I am very confused by your traditions,” Rose said sweetly albeit wondering how her life got to this. Simultaneously, Peter facepalmed himself.

~Time Skip~

“Yo Peter what the hell? Gamora said Rose kissed her because of you?” Rocket said walking down the hallway, unaware of the mistletoe he was standing under. Peter rolled his eyes, maintaining his distance between Rocket and the sacred tradition, “Okay to my credit, it was on the cheek.” Peter said plainly. Peter’s eyes landed on a figure behind Rocket, but Rocket too confused by what the hell Peter was playing at, he stopped his complaining and tensed when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He knew that hand, Rose? Rocket looked to his left where a now crouching Rose was, using her left hand to hold Rocket’s chin, planted a delicate kiss on Rocket’s face. It was right between the cheek and lips meet, definitely more tender than the one she gave Gamora. Rocket’s whole body froze.

You would think Rocket was a deer in the headlights, shocked by the sudden kiss and closeness of Rose. Rose smiled sweetly before patting Rocket’s head and continuing on pass Peter, as she said something about following tradition for the sake of her brother.

“What. The. Fuck.” Rocket said, his eyes practically shooting lasers to Peter, who was fawning over what just happened. “They grow up so fast!” Peter said wiping fake tears from his face. Rocket started growling at his friend, but once Peter said “Wow my sister and best bud, can’t wait for you to be an in-law”, all bets were off.

Rose sat next Mantis in the common area, hearing Rocket chase around Peter, threatening to tear him limb from limb as the sound of objects falling and breaking echoed the Milano.

“What are they fighting about?” Mantis asked sweetly. “Oh…I think Rocket doesn’t like Terran Traditions? I just followed through with what Peter taught me about his traditions.” Rose answered, chuckling as she heard Rocket say something about shoving his foot where the sun doesn’t shine if Peter doesn’t explain what an in-law is, as Peter yelled for Drax to save him.

Mantis giggled, having already been confided by Peter about his plan. “Actually I think he’s really starting to like Terran Traditions” Mantis said, her voice dripping with the emphasis of the last two words. Mantis, placing a hand on Rose’s shoulder as a huge smile crept to her face. “And I think you are too!” Mantis exclaimed to a rather confused Rose.

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Cruel intentions | chapter eleven

summary: peter parker loves an improvised visit but not so much when harry comes around, who reminds him of the red flag that is 'we are a family' discourse in a company.

warnings: swearing and harry being mean

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Dr. Claire Temple had been right about just one thing when she had examined you, she knew that you needed at least a week of rest before you were out in the field; and although after two days of bed rest under the excuse that your period pain was too harsh and that you weren’t feeling well, you tried to start more or less acting normal and you’d failed miserably. 

Indeed, your failed attempt to become mobile again ended with a sharp pain in your stomach and some tears dropping from your eyes as you quickly asked HAPPY to send some regenerative liquid to your room. You had swallowed some more of your pain meds as you winced while placing the spray on your stomach softly. 

And so, the rest few days you’d found yourself in bed and on your computer with Pepper and Tony coming around from time to time with food, although Tony seemed a little bit more suspicious that something had happened. Pepper had even become worried and said that it wasn’t normal for periods to hurt this much but you waved it off, saying that you’d decided to change your birth control pills and although you could see the look of disapproval on her face, she didn’t question you. Harry had been calling and texting you but you refused to see him after the first call when he had made fun of you for not being able to sleep with Peter since your excuse was that you got too drunk to even kiss him. 

The truth was that you would’ve liked to kiss Peter Parker that night but instead, you’d ended up having an impromptu and more exciting make-out with none other than Spiderman. A part of you felt guilty because you were aware that there was something about Peter Parker that made your heart skip a beat but then again, Spiderman had ignited something in you, desire and excitement that made you feel shivers down your spine. 

And so, you hadn’t really been answering Peter’s text. Instead, you’d decided that your feelings -the ones that you’d kept away hidden for so long- would simply die down if you stayed in bed and focus on recovering. Not that it worked, it seemed like overthinking about what had happened was all you did as you watch multiple chapters of Sex and the City. 

It wasn’t until a week or so later that Peter Parker showed up in your room unannounced. 

“Pepper, I’m really not in the mood right now,” you’d muttered when you heard the slight knocking on your door, thinking it was Pepper who said that she would be checking on you later that night. 

“It’s Peter,” his honey voice replied and your eyes widened, flinching making you almost let your computer fall out of your bed. 

“Oh,” you muttered as you tried to move on your bed and hide any pain meds that might raise suspicion while also trying to fix your hair with a groan, you really didn’t want him to see you looking like a mess but it was almost impossible now. 

“I know you’re sick but I wanted to see how you were doing?” Peter replied, still being respectful enough not to enter your room but you knew you’d to let him in. He’d been waiting for you and you’d iced him out with no warning, leaving him in the middle of a party without any care. 

You sighed before asking HAPPY to let him in and the door opened to see him leaning against the edge of the room. He wasn’t dressed in his normal nerdy t-shirts that you’d come to appreciate, instead, he was wearing some dark jeans and a grey knit sweater that hugged his muscles nicely. 

“Sick?” you asked him, as you hoped he didn’t realize that your eyes had trailed down his body, especially on his arms. 

“Yeah, that’s what Tony said,” he replied as he walked into your room, giving you a look as if he was asking for permission and you simply nodded, a small smile on his face as he walked toward you. 

“Right,” you nodded, an indifferent look on your face as if you hadn’t slipped a bit on your lies. 

“So, how are you doing?” Peter asked as he sat down on the side of your bed, he watched you carefully as if to check everything was fine and you hoped he didn’t manage to see the bruises on your body that were left after the fight. 

“I’m better,” you replied with a soft smile and his eyes met yours for a moment. 

Neither of you said anything, silence feeling the space, and although it didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable for you; you knew you’d to say something, you could feel the tension and maybe you shouldn’t be focusing on things like that, you really needed to get this over with quickly. 

“I’m sorry for leaving the party so fast,” you mumbled, not hesitating but then your words crashed against his. 

“I’m sorry for not texting you earlier, I-” he mumbled too and he flinched as he listened to your tumbling words. 

You blinked for a moment as you jumped slightly when you realized what he had said. 

“Don’t worry,” 

“I-”

Both of your words crashed against each other again before you decided to stop talking, you felt your cheeks were already blushing and as you sighed, your eyes met Peter’s. You stayed silent for a second as you looked at each other. 

Before you knew it, the corners of your lips were tugging up and a small giggle was escaping your lips and then Peter’s. You both started to laugh, cheeks getting pinker and pinker and laugh getting louder and louder to the point that your stomach even hurt a bit. It took a minute or two before your laughs finally died down and you decided to finally speak without any other intention hidden between the lines.

“I would’ve liked to stay, really. Just something came up,” you spoke softly, your eyes trained on Peter and he nodded. Though you couldn’t help to notice the small smirk on his mouth, which you only found strange because it seemed like it was something funny.  

“Something?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Not that’s any of your business Parker,”  

Peter smirked at your reply, you couldn’t help but feel your skin prickle at the way Peter’s lips looked but your thoughts dissipated quickly when Peter spoke again. 

“Maybe, we could hang out sometime. You truly broke my heart when you left me at that party alone,” Peter admitted as he raised his eyebrows while placing his hand on his chest dramatically. 

You let out a smile. In the few weeks, you’d come to know Peter Parker, you’d not notice that Peter Parker had a more loose and confident side to him that he hadn’t really shown a lot before. His deer-in-lights persona seemed to have overwhelmed you when you met him, but now he was showing some of his true colors were coming up. 

And you actually liked them. 

“You’re full of shit,” you muttered with a small smirk as you threw a pillow towards him, he caught it right away and you widen your eyes a bit by how smoothly he managed to get it but you disregarded your thoughts and continued. “That’s why you didn’t text me, right away?” you asked teasingly and Peter quickly stiffened. 

“No, no,” he stated, his gaze avoiding yours. “Just something came up too,” he explained. 

You hummed, watching him slightly as you leaned more into your bed. You wondered if the thing that had kept Peter from texting you was Liz Allen, maybe she hadn’t followed your orders -not that you’d asked her to stay away from him but from your friendship, which you know regretted because you should’ve known better. Maybe she had caught Peter after you left, invite him to some drinks and to her apartment. 

Suddenly, you couldn’t help to feel a pang of jealousy as you thought of Liz Allen’s lips on Peter Parker, kissing his neck as she managed to see what was underneath the nerdy shirts and the knit sweater but then the anger was quickly washed away with guilt blooming on your chest because as Peter texted you the morning after, you were kissing Spiderman on that same bed.  

“We could hang out another day,” you replied softly. 

Peter smiled a bit, nodding. “Yes?”

“Sure, maybe we can do something that you like since you seem like you know all my life through my dad,” you replied, noticing the way Peter’s eyes lighted up a bit and how you felt like melting a bit as he got a bit closer to you. 

He leaned in, whispering softly and making goosebumps appear on his skin. “Actually, don’t know if you know this but your kind of a mysterious person,” he whispered. 

You snorted. “Am I? Sometimes people or Twitter know things about me before I do,”

And then he laughed. He really laughed, he had a wonderful and innocent laugh that made your face blush so quickly, turning such a shade of red that you immediately felt like you wanted to hide it away. 

“Well, you’re very different from what other people say,” he replied, gracious enough not to say anything about your blush. “You just need to relax, truly relax,” he said again as you focused on the freckles beneath his eyes. 

“That’s like the third time you say that to me Parker and it’s not getting any better,” you replied as you raised your eyebrows. 

Peter smirked. “Maybe you don’t relax at parties,”

He wasn’t wrong. Your usually relaxed nature at parties was due to multiple rounds of shots and multiple rounds of Moscow mule and tequila. Those were the moments that you relaxed at a party when you were too drunk to actually feel like you could let go of whatever burden you were feeling at the moment for at least a minute. Sometimes the burden was anger against your dad, other times it was anger against your situation as an ex-Avenger, sometimes it was just the pressure you felt for being in the public eye, and sometimes it was just because you were failing on your tinkering in the lab. 

“You know the time I’ve seen you happier than ever?” Peter said again as your eyes met with his. “In the lab,” he replied and you simply stated a small ‘Oh’, quietly since you weren’t quite sure how to respond to him. “We should go there and maybe work on something,”

It seemed like he’d been paying attention to you too. 

“Really?” you sparked up quickly, your face lighting up a bit and Peter couldn’t help but smile as you nibbled on your bottom lip, waiting for him to confirm his offer. 

“Yeah,” he spoke sincerely. “And you can tell me what you’re truly working on,”

You gazed at Peter, taking in the features of his face and he let you. It wasn’t in an awkward way, or in any way odd. You didn’t know if he was being playful or if, just if, he’d manage to blow his cover because it seemed like maybe, just maybe Tony had sent him to find out what you’d been doing. 

You hadn't even noticed the sound of his voice asking HAPPY to open but then both, Peter and you froze when you heard the door opening. 

Before you could even register the danger, Harry had walked into your room he gazed at both of you with furrowed eyebrows before his lips turned into a malicious smile and the glint in his eyes let you know he was up to no good. 

“Well, well, well,” he sang as he got closer to both of you and you felt anger rising through your chest. “What do we have here?” he smirked. “You know, Tony says he believes in that ‘we are a family bullshit’ at work, but he doesn’t mean that literally, you can’t just walk into his daughter's room,” he said conspiratorially. 

There was an irate silence as Peter and you stared at Harry. Suddenly, you saw Peter’s jaw tighten a little bit and how his hands formed fists as he glared at Harry, you felt a nervous sweat go down the back of your neck at the look on Peter’s face. 

“Harry, fuck off,” you replied quickly as if you were trying to cool down the atmosphere. 

Not that it served a lot. 

Peter stood up and got closer to Harry, he glared at him as he watch him from top to bottom, disdain in his eyes. “I used to be interested in your father’s company,” Peter muttered, almost a bit too calm. “Too bad it all went to hell when he died,” Peter asserted, his eyes glinting sharply and a dark irritation lacing his features. 

You turned to Harry whose features for a second showed a bit of pain and annoyance, but suddenly, he returned back to his smug expression and he started to laugh, an annoying and loud laugh filled your room as Peter continued to glare at him. 

“I’ll see you later y/n,” Peter said between gritted teeth, and although he turned to you with a smile, you could tell that he was fairly upset. 

You simply nodded, unable to mutter any other word as Harry continued to laugh. Your stomach dropped to your feet and you suddenly stiffened uncomfortably as Peter closed the door to your room. 

Soon, Harry stopped laughing and walked happily to your bed as you glared at him. 

“Hm, just by the way he looked at me,” he sighed dramatically. “I might let him fuck me too,” he said as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Shut up,” you snapped at him quickly as you took your phone out, making the point of ignoring Harry. 

He stared at you with a frown while you continued to scroll on your phone, not actually seeing anything particularly interesting. Harry huffed, loudly, hoping he would catch your attention but you ignored him. 

“So, what’s wrong with you?” he finally muttered as his eyes burned you. Honestly, you didn’t look your best and you’d been ignoring him for a week or so, you knew it was a matter of time before he showed up. 

“I’m sick,” you replied, indifference lacing your words. 

“Boo, you whore,” Harry replied quickly as he took a spot next to you on the bed and you quickly flipped him off, which only caused him to snicker “Did you already fuck him?” he asked as he took his phone out too and scrolled through Instagram, he didn’t notice how you stiffened at his remark. “Haven’t heard from you since the party,”

You sighed for a second, knowing that he would give you shit about the fact that you hadn’t even kissed him.

“I haven’t” you replied honestly and Harry automatically scoffed. 

“You’re moving with the speed of a fucking turtle,” he snapped at you while he rolled his eyes and you turned to him, quickly swatting at his arm. 

He snickered as you stared at him for a moment. The wager, the one that you’d gladly accept just a couple of weeks before had left you at crossroads. Now, you weren’t only trying to keep multiple secrets at the time but you’d found yourself interested in two boys at the same time. You recalled Peter’s chocolate eyes and that laugh, while also thinking about Spiderman’s touch. 

Did he really deserve it? 

Usually, the guys you played with before always had it coming, always represented a challenge, they were always interested in getting in your pants and using you, but you always ruined them afterward. Now, it seemed like what you were doing was simply stupid and hurtful. 

“Just before we move on with this fucking wager,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant about it. “I want to make sure you know the damage that we may cause,” you said softly. 

Harry blinked once, no particular reaction to your words on his features as he stared at you in silence for a moment. 

“I’m aware,” he said as he shrugged and you, you made the mistake of huffing. Harry suddenly turned to you with a glare, his nostrils flared up as he watched you carefully, he was trying to read you and although you tried to remain as indifferent as you could, he’d known you for so long that he could tell what you were thinking. “Are you actually feeling sorry for him?”

You sighed, finally placing your phone down. “We’re destroying an innocent guy for you to get an internship and validation from my dad?” you snapped at him. “You have your own fucking company, why do you want this,” you growled and Harry’s eyes suddenly narrowed. 

“Eat me, y/n” he snapped. “I’ve spent all my life trying to do good, trying to be good enough for a fucking asshole that had the nerve to die without giving me so much of a 'congratulations' and yes, I want to work with your father because I have a vision too. If I get the approval of your dad, I might be able to get my seat on the board, and then we can make a powerful alliance. With my company and ideas, your dads and the fucking avengers, which you would become part of, we would be unstoppable,” he growled and there was a glint of something in his eyes that you didn’t quite recognize. “So tell me y/n are you in or are you out?”

You stared at Harry for a moment, debating your options. Maybe he was right, maybe this would all be worth something more and your mind couldn’t help to go to your times as an Avenger. With your suit and the resources that the Avengers had, you could do something more. Maybe, you could help the girls that had been trapped, you could help so many people and it would just take to ruin a boy’s life. 

Peter Parker’s life, for you to have a new one. 

You sighed. 

“I’m in,”

“Good,” Harry stated with a wicked smile. “Now fuck him fast so you can come with me to Ibiza and can watch me fuck Kamala,”

You wrinkled your nose momentarily. “I don’t know if I’ll go actually,” you replied. 

Harry frowned immediately as he clenched his jaw. “You’re such a baby,” he scoffed. 

“Fuck off,” you snapped at him. “I need time if I want this to go well and I take my fucking jet if I want to,”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Fine, Mrs. private jet,” he said mockingly and you glared at him. “You know what? We are having a pre-Ibiza party. Come with Parker and see if you get it over with,” he suggested and you sighed. 

Harry stayed in your room for a little bit longer as he told you all about the latest gossip of your circle of ‘friends’, you could say. You honestly, weren’t paying much attention to him but you acted as if he was telling you the greatest stories in the world. Honestly, you were praying for him to go before the clock hit 10:00 pm since you had a little something going on. 

He finally left at 8:00 pm a bit bored and grumpy when he suggested that you should come with him to a house party at Frankie’s house. You told him that you couldn’t be seen over there after what had happened, apparently, his parents had sent him to a two-week rehab program. And although Harry promised that there were apparently no bad feelings, you could tell he was lying and only wanted to see how the rest of the crew and Frankie reacted if you managed to show up. 

Moreover, it wasn’t like you were truly free that night. 

You’d managed to steal some nanobots from Harley’s and Tony’s lab once they were out but you were already comfortable to go out that night. Hours passed by quickly before you heard there was a tapping on your window. You reached out blindly, as you tapped the window’s corner and it was opening. The wind of the city, at that time and at the height you were in sent shivers down your spine, but still, you managed to smile. 

Especially once you saw Spiderman peeking into your window. 

“Are you ready?”

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You again, Spider | Spider-Man Prequel Series P.7

Follows the events of Spider-Man 2

Catch up on parts 1–6 -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Tobey!Peter Parker x female!reader/ Black Cat (romantic), tobey!peter x Mary Jane Watson (only for S1), Harry Osborn, Gwen Stacy, Eddie Brock, Norman Osborn, Otto Octavius, J. Jonah Jameson (pretty much every character from the Raimi trilogy)

Content Warnings: profanity, criminal activity, flirtatious banter | Female reader (she/her)

Premise: Peter’s plans never seem to work out—which has become more prominent as he struggles to balance both a civilian and superhero life. Unable to see MJ’s show, Peter starts his night on patrol only to find himself in a pickle when his webs seem to fail on him. And he’s not the only one to witness it happen, because a curious cat lurks in the shadows.

Note: I know this is short, but the next few will be longer I promise.

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One second Peter Parker, donned in red and swinging across New York city after failing to make it to Mary Janes show, thinks everything is going to be fine. He’ll get to class early, apply for another job, and try to get MJ to forgive him. Then the next second, he finds himself in a pickle. A pickle in which he’s falling through the air and landing, very hard, on the roof of a building. Thankfully the air vent tunnel broke his fall.

But his back was going to take the brute of it.

Peter was sure all of New York could hear his scream. Limbs failing all around until eventually he let out a nasty grunt upon making impact. Huffing, he pulled himself up and cranked his neck. ‘What the hell?’ He thought to himself. What occurred had never happened before. There was already so much going on, the last thing Peter needed was for his powers to start acting up. As hand started to rise, preparing to take off his mask, a faint giggle stopped him before he could. A familiar giggle at that.

Turning around, Peter froze when he located the source. “You,” he said aloud. She was sitting perched on the ledge of the opposite building looking down on him. The Black Cat. The name of New York’s newly infamous cat burglar, dubbed by J. Jonah Jameson of the Daily Bugle himself. For almost two years she’s managed to rob over a thousand businesses and high profiled individuals—all while keeping out of Spider-Man’s reach. Rumor has it the Black Cat has been working for the organized crime boss Kingpin.

Like Spider-Man, no one has successfully identified the woman. It’s said her white hair is actually a wig, the color of her eyes are contacts, the mask she wears muffles her voice and there’s no hints as to what her background may be. All that was known about the cat burglar was she was great at breaking & entering, handling a grappling hook, and making a fashion statement. Since she rose to ‘fame’ there had been an increase in black leather sales.

And here she was looking down at Peter with a glint in her eyes. “You again, Spider.” There was no doubt she just witnessed him fall several stories and break his back and ass on the vent tunnel. It’s a good thing she laughed, otherwise Peter would’ve exposed himself. “That look liked it hurt.”

“Well it sure didn’t feel like a massage, that’s for sure.”

Another giggle, “What happened, Spider? Got your webs in a twist?”

“Feels like it,” he mumbled, but she heard nonetheless. Her eyebrow quirked up, almost disappearing beneath the black outline of her mask. Peter shook his head before asking, “Been busy tonight causing trouble?” The twitch beneath her mask gave him the answer.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She pushes off the ledge, landing on the roof of the building he was on in a cat-like pose. As she stood she said, “it’s been busy these days. I’ve moved up in the ranks than just a simple gem burglar.”

Tension filled Peter, eyes narrowing under his mask. “So it’s true then. You’re working for Fisk?”

“More like returning some favors I owe him.” She walked over slowly, but doesn’t get close enough. It was tempting for Peter to shoot a web at her, to prevent her from getting away, but given it just failed to swing him there was a chance it would not work. She probably knew this too and was testing him.

“He’s a dangerous man.”

Something flashed in her eyes. “All men are dangerous.” Peter wanted to defend himself, but knew it would do no good. There obviously was a deeper meaning to her words. Part of him wanted to know, but out of respect he did not question her.

Instead he changed the subject. “So…I’m sorry I don’t know what to call you? Black Cat? Cat? Person who’s calling me trouble?”

“ooo I like trouble,” she hums, hopping onto a thin ledge to balance herself. Peter nearly rushes when it looks like she stumbles in her high heels, but she simply was doing a turn. “Cat is also nice. Fits since I call you Spider.”

Peter tries to ignore the anxiety filling him as she continues to spin and twirl on the ledge. One wrong move and she would go over the building. And unlike his downfall, there would only be hard pavement to catch her fall.

But then again she had her grappling hook and managed just fine for two years. Maybe he was worrying too much.

“Anyways….Cat, what’s caused you to just..” he waves his hands awkwardly and she just tilts her head him. Peter then sighs, “you know. For two years you’ve kept hidden from me. Now all of a sudden you—.”

“Well when you hear Spider-Man screaming for dear life and literally falling out of the sky, it makes one curious don’t you think?” She does a handstand, making Peter’s breath catch before coming down and flipping off onto the roof. “I know, I know, curiosity is what killed the cat. But considering your….technical difficulties regarding your webs, I doubt that will happen tonight of all nights.”

He scoffs, “don’t get too cocky now.” It only makes her giggle, rolling her eyes in the process. When she does another spin he catches sight of the grappling hook attached to her side. “I take it was a slow night then, considering you stopped whatever it was to come check on me.”

“Check on you?” She repeats amused, then gives a shrug. “I guess you can call it that. Would’ve been tragic to find New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man knocking on deaths door. What happened anyway?” He could hear the curiosity in her tone. It made him unease, for she could surely take advantage of the situation at any second.

“I’m really not sure,” he says honestly, glancing down to his wrists. He pulls the suit down slightly to check and finds nothing wrong with it. “Some kind of spoof. B-but I’m sure it won’t happen again,” he rushes out urgently, assuring mostly himself than her. She just gives a ‘hmmm.’

A few seconds of silence pass over them. Neither knowing what to say next. It felt a little awkward, but then again what does a superhero and their criminal nemesis talk about after two years since their last encounter?

Then she started to snap her fingers, pointing him as if she was trying to put a name to something. “You know, there’s something familiar about you. But I just can’t put a name to it.” Peter tenses lightly, tilting his head as he stares back.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” she affirms, bringing her pointer finger to her chin to tap it. “There’s something about your…..aura, I guess. Like I’ve met you outside of this,” she gestures between them. Again, a rush anxiety fills Peter. What if she was right? Could they have they met at some point in the civilian world?

It was possible. But New York is huge with millions of people alone in the city. Maybe Peter walked passed her on the street and had no idea. Or photographed her in the background in one of his photos. Maybe he was just some bloke to her who bumped into her on the subway. Whatever it was Peter didn’t dwell on it. As long as he didn’t give himself away than he was safe.

It would be bad news if a associate of Wilson Fisk knew his identity.

“Eh, who am I kidding?” She then chuckles, making him relax. “Big city, big world. I’ve robbed people who’ve met me in everyday life and they have no idea. Gotta love living this life off the grid.”

“Hehe. Yeah,” he scratches his neck. Crisis averted. Peter then looks at her both with curiosity and suspicion. “Why do you do it anyway? Rob high profile people like it’s nothing?”

There’s a light scoff from the Cat, her hand brushing hair from her face. “Wouldn’t you if you had the chance?”

“Committing crimes is not really my forte, as you can see.”

“Well duh,” she rolls her eyes again. “How could you be the cities favorite vigilante if you did? Anyway the point is, Spider, I don’t take from those who are in need of it. Basically they’ll still be fine if they were to lose a couple thousand dollars or that watch worth 25k, or even one of their dozen cars collecting dust in a garage.”

All Peter could do was let his mouth slightly part open. Of course she didn’t see it. “It’s still stealing,” he tells her, hand going out as if to emphasize his point. “You’re still committing a crime.” While he could agree that it was unfair how the rich slept comfortably at night while thousands of people were homeless or barely making it day by day, the law was still the law.

“Ugh,” she made a gagging sound while waving a hand. “Self-righteousness is so overrated, Spider. Think of all that could be done if they were to give up just a faction of what they make. Kids in the orphanage would have plenty of clothes and food and things to keep them entertained. The soup kitchen and shelter could house more people on the street and give them a warm bed at night. Schools in the projects would be funded.” With each sentence she got more passionate, he could see it in her eyes.

The thought then crossed him, “Are you saying you don’t keep the things you steal?” There was a flare of respect and admiration to the burglar. “You essentially give it back to those in need.”

There’s a flicker of pride in her eyes as she nods, “Although I do keep a small percentage to myself. As a treat, you know. But the majority does go to those things. There are more people in this city deserving of it than some greedy corporate scammers.”

Peter was astonished. Never has he met someone so selfless—ignoring the part where she does keep a bit because honestly he couldn’t blame her—but still, not many criminals were like her. There was still the question though, “Why Fisk?”

“Like I said, favors.”

“Okayyyy,” he draws out, “But how? He’s the most dangerous and well known crime boss in the city. How does a lone cat burglar get on his radar?” Something in her gaze told him she wasn’t in the mood to get into it. The talk of curiosity killing the cat dawned on him—only it was in regards to him and not the one with the namesake.

“Let’s save that for another day, Spider. Long stories require time and that’s something you and I don’t have right now. Better to leave things unsaid—for safety reasons of course.” He sees her glance over her shoulder, as if to check if someone is watching. Then he remembered Fisk always had spies at the ready for his employees.

“Sure thing,” he agrees, also taking a moment to scout the area. Luckily nothing was out of the ordinary. The only thing they could hear was the sounds coming from down below.

She clapped her hands, the sound making him jump slightly. “Well then, this is where I take my leave. It was fun running into you again—although it was very unorthodox if I must say.” She starts to walk toward the ledge, Peter follows her but keeps distance. When her back is to him he attempts a web in her direction, but nothing comes out. “Nice try,” she calls out, causing him to freeze as heat takes over his body.

“Couldn’t hurt to try,” he mumbles under his breath.

She laughs, spinning on her heal to face him. White hair whips against the slight breeze and her hand goes to her grappling hook. “I’ll be seeing you, Spider,” she makes a motion of her eyes to his. “Hopefully you’re little problem will be fixed. Can’t have a spider without it’s web.”

The young man sighs, defeated and annoyed by the timing. Finally the Black Cat was in his grasps, but he failed to catch her once again. “Catch you later, Cat. Literally.” The last word makes her laugh again, this time harder with her head tilting back. She even wipes away a fake tear much to his annoyance.

“You’re funny, Spider.” The grappling hook removes from it’s holster. “You’re an optimist. I’ll give you that.” With one last wink followed by a ‘see ya,’ the hook shoots off to the adjacent building, pulling the woman off her feet and into the air. She swings past Peter and out of his sight. Gone in the blink of an eye.

All Peter could do was drop his head to his shoulders, shaking it as it goes. First disappointing MJ, then his web situation, now loosing the Cat amongst it all. Luck was just not in the cards for Peter Parker. Or Spider-Man.

Would he ever get a break? Not even an elevator ride would give him that.

………………..

Tag list: @todaywasafairytale07, @r0bynsblogins, @edgycatx, @gwephen, @fuck-goes-on, @m-1234, @secretsthathauntus, @grippleback-galaxy

#spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #tobey!spiderman #tobey!peter parker #spiderman fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #black cat #black cat reader #black cat imagine #peter parker x y/n #tobey!peter parker imagine #tobey!peter imagine #avengers #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction

[krispyweiss]

Book Review: “The Greatest Band that Ever Wasn’t: The Story of the Roughest, Toughest, Most Hell-raising Band to Ever Come out of the Pacific Northwest, The Screaming Trees - A Comedy/Tragedy in 3 Acts” - by Barrett Martin

Screaming Trees nearly reunited in 2015 for a string of European and U.S. festival dates that would’ve featured Peter Buck on auxiliary rhythm guitar and represented the band’s largest payday.

But singer Mark Lanegan pulled the plug the day before an announcement was due. And with the subsequent deaths of Lanegan and bassist Van Conner, in 2022 and ’23, respectively, the Trees, who split in 2000, were left as an increasingly rare band that breaks up and stays that way.

This is the biggest revelation in Barrett Martin’s “The Greatest Band that Ever Wasn’t: The Story of the Roughest, Toughest, Most Hell-raising Band to Ever Come out of the Pacific Northwest, The Screaming Trees - A Comedy/Tragedy in 3 Acts.” That unwieldy title inadvertently encapsulates the main problem with the otherwise-interesting book from the man who replaced Mark Pickerel as drummer for the Trees’ during their final decade.

Namely, Barrett needed a co-writer and/or a strong editor. As published, “The Greatest Band that Ever Wasn’t” is messy and littered with grammatical errors, typos, redundancies and a tendency to be verbose for verbosity’s sake. The comedy/tragedy addendum, meanwhile, is a misnomer, as the book by the multi-instrumentalist who also has played with Skin Yard; co-founded Mad Season and Tuatara; and was a touring member of Buck’s R.E.M., reads like a traditional rock memoir, albeit a poorly written one.

All of this said, Barrett presents 33 enlightening stories about the poorly documented Trees across 204 pages and it’s refreshing to read a rock ‘n’ roll memoir by a musician whose memories are all fond and who has no desire to settle scores in public. That Martin loved his band and respected his bandmates, also including guitarist/composer Gary Lee Conner and latter-day rhythm guitarist Joshua Homme, is obvious.

Martin also reveals that Lanegan recorded two a cappella Blind Willie McTell covers - not named - for a soundtrack, also not named, the drummer-cum-author is producing. A good editor would’ve done something to close the gaping hole in this tantalizing tidbit and ensured readers were not left with terrific content presented poorly.

Grade card: “The Greatest Band that Ever Wasn’t: The Story of the Roughest, Toughest, Most Hell-raising Band to Ever Come out of the Pacific Northwest, The Screaming Trees - A Comedy/Tragedy in 3 Acts” - by Barrett Martin - C+

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#the greatest band that ever wasn’t #screaming trees #barrett martin #mark pickerel #mark lanegan #van conner #gary lee conner #skin yard #mad season #tuatara #joshua homme #queens of the stone age #peter buck #r.e.m. #blind willie mctell

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Propaganda why Batman is insufferable:

Always has to be right. Does the most janked up stuff and doesn't care who it hurts. Imposes his will on others to the point of willing to bodily harm them if they do not comply (and yes, this does include his children)

I’ll also support Batman as a candidate because of the slapping Robin meme, which is annoying, and because he is just way too much. Too much all the time.

Has to always be right, regardless of situation. Because somehow the billionaire has knowledge of how middle class people think.

Propaganda why Tony Stark is insufferable:

She’s a hypocrite who is ready to restrict the freedom of others when they make one mistake, but when he makes a mistake he figures he’s able to handle himself

Super long, sorry lol

Thinking about how in Homecoming when Peter accidentally caused that boat to get split in half because the Vulture’s gun exploded and Tony was acting like as if Peter was completely in the wrong for going there just because he did it without his permission. He was acting like as if Peter was out of line and “disobeyed him”, trying to act like his father. And then I remember how in CACW he’s the one who scouted Peter in the first place just because he saw he might be useful against a personal squabble between him and Captain America despite knowing that he was a kid and he’s just now acknowledging how dangerous it is because Peter “acted on his own”

Completely hijacking Peter’s superhero story and trying to control his every move (Training wheels protocol and baby monitor thing he put in the suit), acting like Peter should’ve known that Tony would send someone in despite the fact that he’d been ignoring him for 2 months since Civil War and not keeping him updated on anything!!

How the hell is peter supposed to know Tony is going to listen to him when he treats him like a kid instead of a superhero when it’s convenient for him? And when Tony loses his temper after Peter says he’s 15 not 14 like “the adult is talking” bitch he could literally flatten you without your suit!!!

I guess in a way he is acting like a father but like the absentee kind. He’s more like a sperm donor father trying to act like he has any rights over Peter’s life smh.

It’s not that reprimanding Peter for the situation is bad, but the way he makes it seem as if Peter is irredeemable as if Tony wasn't a literal weapons dealer lmfao. He could’ve said what was the truth about it without completely invalidating him saying shit like “no thanks to you” after Peter asked if everyone is okay when it’s literally thanks to Peter finding a lead on those guys in the first place that they were even noticed and it’s not like the FBI being there could’ve in no way caused a similar situation.

And then near the end of the movie when he’s getting crushed by the building rubble screaming and crying for someone to help him where the fuck is Tony?? That scene just proved that he never needed Tony’s suit in the first place to be Spider-Man since he had to use 100% his own strength to lift it off of him. I know he would’ve found the motivation even if Tony hadn’t been involved in the first place to give him the suit, take it away from him and have the words “if you’re nothing without the suit you shouldn’t have it“ echo in his head. Why did Tony even take the suit away? Like as if he expects Peter to stop being spoderman without it??? Holy fuck. This is why you don’t make it out of endgame /j /srs.

When Tony took this suit away from Peter he was like “God I sound like my dad“ shouldn’t that be a red flag to him? Wasn’t he literally just saying that he wished his dad was better than he was?? Lmfao

Tony is so annoying. When they first meet he straight up bullies Peter into fighting for his personal bullshit, insults and objectifies Aunt May in front of him, spits into his trashcan and is in general being pushy af. He blackmails Peter when he doesn’t wanna come to Germany with him AND HE DOESNT EVEN EXPLAIN WHY HE WANTS HIM TO COME. Uncomfortable vibes lol.

Tony being the one to tell peter “if Captain America wanted to hurt you he would’ve” when Peter was trying to state his case, yet HE’S also the one who put Peter in harms way when he didn’t even want to go with him???

Telling Peter that he should stick to being a “friendly neighborhood Spider-Man” (stealing his thing once again) when that’s what Peter _was_ doing before Tony took him out of his zone and filled his head with grander things to be apart of….bitch? Die. Ohh waaaait (jkjk) but yeah

There’s the usual “he’s a war criminal who only felt bad about it when he realized his weapons were killing white Americans as well as Arab people” reason, and also he’s just super annoying. You had to be there for the original Avengers shitty dialogue a la “we have a Hulk” that had Tumblr in a vicious chokehold. Also he was supposed to FINALLY go away after destroying all his suits in Iron Man 3 but he just… didn’t! Which is bullshit.

Portrayed as a hero because? He chose to no longer mass produce war weapons and bombs after suffering the consequences. Huge hypocrite. Doesn't care about anyone but himself. Will backstab people if they believe in human rights when it's inconvenient to him. Seen as a hero while he's the personification of privileged people saying they're not privileged

>Makes weapons

>Billionaire

>Made multiple AI Surveillance Robots

>Gaslight a child into fighting a super soldier in a foreign country for him

>His fans are annoying

#batman #dc #tony stark #mcu #insufferable protagonist poll #insufferable protagonist tournament #tournament poll

[rastronomicals]

2:28 PM EST November 26, 2023:

Fleetwood Mac - "Hypnotized" From the album Mystery to Me (October 15, 1973)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Truth be told, Fleetwood Mac and I have never really seen eye to eye. When I was growing up, at a time when Rumours was ubiquitous, the teenage metalhead and/or prog freak I purposely molded myself into wasn't part of their demographic. Not even close. And now that I more closely match that (older, white, politically liberal?) demographic, the ship that might have once done the soft California rock thing for me has long since sailed.

I may not hate them, but--with the one exception I'm getting to in my typically slow fashion--Fleetwood Mac's influence on my listening habits has been next to nil. "Rhiannon" and "Don't Stop" and the rest of the Mac's massive seventies radio hits have been like neutrinos, all around me, unavoidable, yet so wispy and insubstantial that they've passed through me inert and whole, colliding with nothing of myself, reacting with nothing at all I keep internal.

Words are funny things. Rotate them a quarter turn, and all their nuance changes. I dismiss Fleetwood Mac by saying they're "insubtantial," but 90 degrees away from insubstantial is "ethereal," and ethereal can produce a very nice feeling indeed.

"Hypnotized" is, I think, Fleetwood Mac rotated their own quarter turn.

It's the same kind of story That seems to come down from long ago Two friends having coffee together When something flies by their window It might be out on that lawn Which is wide, at least half of a playing field Because there's no explaining what your imagination Can make you see and feel

Seems like a dream They got me hypnotized

Now it's not a meaningless question To ask if they've been and gone I remember a talk about North Carolina and a strange, strange pond You see the sides were like glass In the thick of a forest without a road And if any man's hand ever made that land Then i think it would've showed

Seems like a dream They got me hypnotized

They say there's a place down in Mexico Where a man can fly over mountains and hills And he don't need an airplane or some kind of engine And he never will Now you know it's a meaningless question To ask if those stories are right 'cause what matters most if the feeling You get when you're hypnotized

Seems like a dream They got me hypnotized

Cadres of English blues fans and Peter Green cultists probably curse the name of Bob Welch for the band's detour into Yacht Rock after Welch arrived.

Fine. But to me, Welch's standing as one of the seventies' premier songwriters is cemented by this song and this song alone. And if it's Yacht Rock so be it. Van Morrison and Stevie Nicks and scores of Druid metal acts have attempted to shine a light Into the Mystic, but none, I think, have illuminated that foggy inconstant world quote so well as "Hypnotized."

what matters most if the feeling You get when you're hypnotized

Hell, there are books written on the subject that don't get it so right. I don't truly believe that Don Juan ever levitated or that space aliens created a lake in the Carolina woods or that a Mothman flew over Point Pleasant or that malign spirits ever crept over the sandy floors of the Chase Vaults.

But there's a little dreamy fugue we all enter when just thinking about these fantastical and sadly unreal things, isn't there? If these things are not real, at least they can give us this wonderful, fleetingly-grasped, dreamy fugue state.

What's remarkable about "Hypnotized," its music, its lyrics, is it's another transport in.

The fugue, the trance, it's just like the daydream reverie you feel when Bob Welch's atmospheric guitar fills fly by. It's just like the slightly unreal shimmer that Mick Fleetwood's triple-time beats can bring to things, and it's just like the mysterious soft keen of Welch's and McVie's voices combining, just slightly offtune, just slightly outside the sad and boring reality we're all forced to inhabit.

RIP Bob Welch

Fleetwood Mac rotated their quarter turn

#Fleetwood Mac #Mystery to Me #Hypnotized

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

“So there’s some free tea for you. Would’ve been happy to share more (:” lmao and when was she going to share more? 🙄 She obviously just got mad you wouldn’t answer and help her go meet her future husband Evan Peters. If anon’s friend has Evans number she would’ve literally got it right from the source. It’s a basic question to ask what types of places someone likes to hang out.

in one message, she said her friend told her “so much tea” and in another she said her friend won’t talk to her about evan, because she knows she’s a fan. which is it? then she sends me another message saying she won’t name the bar because it wouldn’t be appropriate. then why the hell would it be appropriate for ME to give you the names of places he hangs out, posted to a public blog so thousands of people can see it? it’s the same exact thing. some fans really need to get a grip and think about how intrusive they act.

[gengar-pixel-2]

Just got done with binging season one of the Jumanji animated series, Onto season two we go! Tally-Ho! That being said, Here’s a list of my favorite episodes from the first season. I’ll do this with the second one and third one as well.

5: “Stormy Weather”  Aka, The episode where Alan DIES due to being ELECTROCUTED, And the kids get a device from Jumanji’s reoccurring, Slimey salesperson, Trader slick, To turn back time. But this leads to each attempt getting worse, As they redo the turn, As he dies during each Attempt, Until they finally save him by avoiding the hazards from the previous attempts. During that though, The device did break, So if peter and judy screwed up this last attempt, Alan would’ve been dead forever. Luckily, He wasn’t. This episode was not only a bit tense, And made you feel worse, Each time the siblings saw their friend perish, But also had some great character moments. I’m gonna highlight my favorite ones on these lists. “Stormy Weather” Best character moment: After their last attempt works, The kids, Immediately, Go to hug Alan and tear up while doing so. They’re happy he’s safe, And Alan’s happy to see them safe. I loved this part!

4:  “No Dice”  The episode that introduces the entity’s avatar, Also known as simply “The Stalker.”  It was a chilling introduction as well, As the episode revolves around Alan swiping the dice, Which, He wants to destroy, To keep the kids safe. He doesn’t want them to nearly die anymore, Even if it means he can’t get out. The DICE GLOW RED AND SHIT GETS WILD BECAUSE EVERYONE AND EVERY ANIMAL IS RUNNING FROM THE GLARE OF THE DICE AND THEN ALAN FINDS THE LITERAL INNER WORKINGS OF JUMANJI, AND FROM A MINE CART, A SKELETON APPEARS! As it turns out, Though we don’t know it at the time, That’s the entity’s avatar. The strange skeleton chases alan and eventually the kids, Pursuing them and wanting nothing but the dice. It does get the dice eventually, But when the trio escapes and does solve their clue, It’s revealed they didn’t defeat him like they did. They thought they crushed him but.. No. Anyway, That being said, It also foreshadows important events. “No Dice” Favorite character moment: Honestly? ..Probably Alan trying to find a place to hide, As the stalker reaches out his hand and says: “THE DICE.. THE DICE.. THE DICE!!” As his voice goes from distorted to clear.

3: “Ransom Of Redhead”  The episode where aunt Nora is held hostage by Van Pelt, And chaos ensues. For context, When going into the attic to see what the kids are doing, She sees them playing, And accidentally rolls the dice. And then she gets sucked in, Along with peter and judy. After accidentally being caught in one of van pelt’s traps, Nora ends up at his lodge. After he finds out she has a connection to the kids, He holds her for ransom. She’s under the impression that this is all a dream and he’s actually a good person. But she’s proven wrong pretty fast. Before that though, These two interact is hilarious and also terrifying, And I adore it so much. Lines, Like  after the part where aunt nora thinks that her mind created van pelt to “save her” and is her “dream lover” as he says in response“I’d compliment you on your exquisite tastes, Dear lady.” followed by a gun being loaded and “Shame I’m not a cannibal..” Really sell it for me.  I could go on and on but I love it so much. This episode also sort of gives us an early taste of the absolute insanity of this man. Like the.. Um. “Lovely,” Trophies he has.. Mounted on the wall. (If you know, You know.) And him near the end During the climax, LITERALLY coming at our hero’s with plaques ready for them, For their heads. WHAT THE HELL!!! HUH!!! It.. goes off the rails pretty fast. “Ransom Of Redhead” Favorite Character Moment: Okay this was a really hard pick. ..But I wanna go with the silliest option. The part where aunt nora asks if van pelt has a brush she could borrow, And he just shouts “NO!”  in the most over-acted way I’ve ever heard.

2: “The Gift” Aka, The episode that should’ve been the season finale, But wasn’t. This episode is a high stakes, Race against the clock type adventure. While celebrating alan’s birthday, They get interrupted by centipedes. After Alan gets poisoned by one, It’s up to peter and judy to find a cure for the venom. Out of frustration, Peter swears to destroy the game. The stalker (entity) overhears this, And isn’t happy. So they gather three villains for a team up, To take care of the kids, To make sure the game doesn’t get destroyed. This three-way team up is between Van Pelt, Trader “J.H.” Slick (the shady salesman of jumanji) And the mad inventor, Professor Ibsen. This episode was tense, Start to finish, As Alan was incredibly close to dying by the end. It seemed hopeless at times, I’m not even joking. The villains came close to getting them, Especially the stalker. I adored this episode, And wish it was season one’s finale, As it had every element and right to be. Tragically, It wasn’t. Favorite Character Moment From “The Gift:” When Alan is told to think of happy things and Judy suggests to think of his family, And it shows Peter And Judy. Heartbreaking and Wholesome.

1: “Law Of Jumanji” THIS IS IT, THIS IS THE ONE. THIS IS NUMBER ONE. WE’VE REACHED THE END.  LET’S FREAKING GOOOO- Jokes aside, This episode is a mix of.. Terrifying lore, And also gives one of the funniest frames in the entire show. That being said, the episode starts off with Alan and Van Pelt. Alan is tired of being hunted by van pelt, Over and over. Understandable. So in attempts to thwart the big game hunter and turn the tables on him, Alan and the kids make a cage trap. Van pelt sees the not very well hidden trip wire and when they try to do a plan B, Peter gets caught in the trap. After the small scuffle with the hunter, Thry return to Alan's hideout. This time they try a bottomless pit. Before this and when they made the first trap, He talks about how van pelt is kinda indestructible and he knows he can't do him in, But he at least wants him to get a taste of his own medicine. ..The thing is though, When they arrive at the pit, After nearly taking Alan with him, Peter pushes van pelt down and he falls. ..but they kill him, To their shock and eventual celebration. Peter picks up the swagger stick (YES THATS A REAL ITEM LOOK IT UP) As a reward. When they return home, Peter starts hallucinating. The episode then reveals that like a possession, Peter is becoming van pelt. Jumanji tricked them, because their clue wasn't really solved. When they're back In, Peter runs off. Judy finds Alan in Van Pelt's lodge. He's living there, Now. After some talking they turn around and find Peter now dawning the entire outfit, Look, And the hair. They also notice to their horror, That both Peter and Van Pelt are speaking at once. After he uses the hunting dogs, Alan and Judy make a break for it. Once they are done and they try thinking of a plan, Judy is captured, As she tells Peter that he Is not van pelt and then well.. He says he is and now it's JUST van pelt speaking. It's not Peter anymore. When Alan comes, The episode drops that van pelt is a key asset to the game. If he dies, Whoever kills him takes his place. It's a law. It's the rules of the game. It must ALWAYS have a van pelt. Judy makes a break for it and throws the swagger stick, A semi cursed object, down the pit, Causing the effects to reverse and Peter to be normal again, And for the normal van pelt to return. IT'S.. WILD. Favorite Character Moment From "Law Of Jumanji:" Van pelt saying: "Use the horn, Parrish! Sick the hounds on me, I WANT YOU TO!" In response to Alan's refusal due to Peter being in there still, Somewhere.

Anyway.. As of now I have watched three episodes of season two. I'll rank my favorites with seasons two and three, But this is my season one best episodes list. ..Oh also, Here's that screenshot I mentioned from the number one episode.

#jumanji (1995) #jumanji the animated series #gengar rambles

[feuqueerfire]

Minato’s Laundromat Live Blogging

I’ve heard good things and I realized a few years ago that high school senior/way older is fun to read about (the peter/stiles fics on ao3 where i knew nothing about teen wolf and so though stiles was in college till i realized that no lol), so maybe it’ll be fun to watch too

Episode 1 (Oct 10)

Shin is very beautiful

I thought it’d only be in the younger character Shin’s POV but for now it’s in Akira’s

we got to the sponge bath very quickly

okay I guess Shin’s reaction to finding out Akira’s gay is bc now he’s like ‘omg i have a chance’ and doesn’t know how to deal with that while from the outside it def looks like he just ran away in a homophobic manner

girl all this talk about desires lmao

i wish they’d say the words for bro and old guy here so that i could try to hear it

Shin is freaking bold

Episode 2 (Oct 10)

had to read up on japanese suffixes and honorifics because they say a lot here. also think i’m gonna follow along with absolutebl’s watch-along bc i’ll def miss things otherwise bc i’m always lost with these japenese honorifics rip one day i’ll get em!

Shin put Minato as “Akira” on his phone... first name basis in secret lol while Minato just calls him Shin (nickname of firstname)

not only did Minato misunderstand Shin with a girl... he also acted as if he had something to be jealous about alksdjf so embarrassing

lmfao i’m flabbergasted at minato’s audacity and forwardness about liking Minato to his sister

shin intense as hell and a little scary “say ‘i like you, shin’” while holding minato like that

omg minato refuted him by saying “shin-chan” which i have now learned means that minato is emphasizing/teasing about shin being young and ‘lowering his status’

oh, is this the “teacher storyline” everyone’s meh about?

Episode 3 (Oct 11)

Shin’s “we’ll be dating soon” when asked if they’re dating by the classmate reminds me of this week’s The Eclipse ep 9 Ayan

Shin was saved by Minato from drowning as a child?

I think I’ve seen this clip of Shin jealous of his classmate who calls minato Akira-san being close to Minato

we got the talk to minato telling shin no and to stay away but shin really is very forceful and knows what he wants, doesn’t he?

Episode 4 (Oct 11)

I love Shin and his classmate Asuka’s conversations lol

dang Shin strong as hell

the teacher storyline is starting i guess

Episode 5 (Oct 12)

lol this is the bedsheet scene people were mentioning

tbh i don’t have much to say about this show like it’s fine, it’s handling the age gap interestingly, it’s very slice of life, Shin is very beautiful, I’m a little bored. This has been true for all 5 episodes so far

Episode 6 (Oct 12)

i forgot to mention this before but wow this really is so Food As Love Language

please Shin being so intense to the ex-gf like “What did you to do make Minato-san fall for you” because he wants it as future reference

we’re unravelling the ‘we met as children’ plot except only Shin was the child at 7 and Minato was 17 lol

Episode 7 (Oct 13)

i laughed out loud like twice

i enjoyed this ep a fair bit, i think more than the last few but idk what the difference is or what made me like it more

on the reddit on-air threads i’ve seen multiple people say they want to save shin from minato and i kinda don’t get it. it’s not like minato is purposefully cruel to shin and do they want him to just get with a high schooler without consideration? they’re both flawed characters and shin shouldn’t get to date minato just because he wants to? i don’t get it.

Episode 8 (Oct 14)

“The summer I spent with you, it will stay as my precious treasure” awww

oof yeah this is the T.T hurty ep. if i was more invested in the characters (esp shin) i would’ve been devastated but now i can just be like yeah, this was well written and well acted in an objective way but i don’t have much of an emotional connection or reaction to it. also irl minato should’ve let shin down like this monthssss ago

Episode 9 (Oct 14)

Shin’s tryna get Minato and Sakuma-sensei together now? lmfao

i love Asuka and Sakurako’s friendship and conversations lol Asuka tryna give details that’ll make Sakurako give up on Shuu-sensei but her just liking him more instead

Episode 10 (Oct 14)

the end of the teacher subplot

Episode 11 (Oct 17)

went away for the weekend + am now sick, so here’s to finishing this today finally 

Shin is just so unbelievably beautiful

lmfao this whole ep is just Shin having the audacity and it making Minato lose his whole mind

Episode 12 (Oct 17)

Asuka and Shuu-kun’s (interesting particle? maybe?) story feels like the same as Minato and Shin’s so ehh idc

If Shin doesn’t go to the university they toured in Tokyo, this show is getting a 5.5

well lol 5.5 it is

cute ending ig but i wasn’t that invested rip

I am who I am meaning my fave character is Sakurako, Shin’s younger sister, who is soo cute, a little doll. Also, Shin’s actor has suchhhh a beautiful face :0

I wish I felt more for this but I don’t. My comment from ep 5 is still true at the end “tbh i don’t have much to say about this show like it’s fine, it’s handling the age gap interestingly, it’s very slice of life, Shin is very beautiful, I’m a little bored.” I’m not even invested enough to feel anything about the characters’ actions even though I feel like I should have loads of thoughts. I think I get bored with longer Japanese shows, the next few will be movies, so maybe I’ll like them more?

Rating: 5.5/10

Tiktoks

Shin asking asuka about his relationship with Minato

Minato’s ex (+ Shin’s interactions w her)

bold Asuka

“I can’t date you”

Ep 12 beach scene 

#ep by ep commentary

[bates--boy]

I should have said no.

        Ashira paused, spinning the pen upside down and tapping the end onto her notebook. It wasn’t that the words weren’t coming to her. Quite the opposite, in fact: it was all crashing in her head, loud and demanding and taunting, souring her stomach and squeezing her lungs. It was suffocating, like choking on bile, and she could hardly think straight because of the air running thin and rank in her chest. The pen’s shadow stretched across the open blank pages in the bedside lamp's glow, looking like the flapping of a wing as she moved her hand. Pakiza and Hasan were in the tub; from the bed, Ashira could hear the splashing water and the squealing giggles and Naseem’s voice nearly drowned out. He was doing one of his silly bath time shows, using the washcloth puppets of the alligator and the ladybug.

          Naseem had given them baths all the time, but it’s been a while since he gave them a fun bath time. Ashira should be in there, too, to enjoy this goofy side of Naseem while it lasted. Instead, she shook her head and turned the pen back over.

          I should have said no. I should have fought harder against this idea because I don’t want this. But I didn’t, and I feel so damn stupid. “This could help our marriage” my ass. All it did was take away whatever fake-ass self-pitying guilt Naseem would’ve acted like he had over dicking someone else down. It probably wouldn’t feel so bad if he’s actually fucking this one this time, but no. This one wants to play house, constantly around my kids, going on dates, boo-hooing to us about every little problem he has. He even has a copy of our key!  And Naseem’s playing into this guy’s fantasy. I thought it was some long game to get into Peter’s pants, but now I’m not even sure. Hell, now I want Peter to fuck him so Naseem could get it out of his system and he can focus on us, again. 

       I should have talked to Peter. Maybe if I had talked to Peter and try to convince him to reject Naseem, Naseem might have given up this whole charade, and I had some hope of Naseem trying to be faithful for just this once. But I didn’t. I’m tired of fighting a pointless battle, and I knew that trying to talk Peter out of Naseem’s little harem idea was going to be a waste of time and energy. He wasn’t going to say no. No one says no to Naseem when he really wants them. Hell, the only person to say no to Naseem 

      Ashira grinned, shaking her head and huffing a chuckle.

       ended up popping out two kids for him.

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